Maladicta von Borogravia (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deshabille) wrote2013-05-19 08:53 pm
deshabille) wrote2013-05-19 08:53 pm
two ☼ backdated; private + spam + voice
private/voice | separately to charles, erik, anya (backdated 5/19)
A word, if you have a moment.
private/text | pietro (backdated 5/19)
CES, then library. Half an hour.
spam | CES (backdated 5/19)
[It's evening by the time she comes back here. Things look familiar in the way that they might have been part of a dream, once; cement and steel and dust and grime. She looks at the structures appraisingly, neither pleased nor displeased by them. They're just there. Just something that she might face, soon enough.]
[She's trained already, but she doesn't need rest, so she runs, fast and in as indirect a pattern as she can. Even stopping and starting, dodging imaginary pursuit, she's a blur, her eyes narrowed to slits against the dirt in the air. She learns the feel of the structures as she uses them for leverage when she hits top speed. It doesn't take long, too, before she's climbing, which is slower but not much.]
[Soon enough she finds herself at the top of an abandoned, half-constructed building, only a few stories tall but higher than anything she'd have found in Borogravia but a steeple. She sits with her feet hanging over the edge and considers her options from here. She has made her first decision, and now . . . here come all the rest.]
voice | 5/19, immediately post-paintball
Well. That was fun.
( ooc; SO i completely didn't do anything with paintball because of work, so feel free to assume anything re: mal being extremely serious about paintball once she actually learned the rules. she was 4th floor, blue team. )
A word, if you have a moment.
private/text | pietro (backdated 5/19)
CES, then library. Half an hour.
spam | CES (backdated 5/19)
[It's evening by the time she comes back here. Things look familiar in the way that they might have been part of a dream, once; cement and steel and dust and grime. She looks at the structures appraisingly, neither pleased nor displeased by them. They're just there. Just something that she might face, soon enough.]
[She's trained already, but she doesn't need rest, so she runs, fast and in as indirect a pattern as she can. Even stopping and starting, dodging imaginary pursuit, she's a blur, her eyes narrowed to slits against the dirt in the air. She learns the feel of the structures as she uses them for leverage when she hits top speed. It doesn't take long, too, before she's climbing, which is slower but not much.]
[Soon enough she finds herself at the top of an abandoned, half-constructed building, only a few stories tall but higher than anything she'd have found in Borogravia but a steeple. She sits with her feet hanging over the edge and considers her options from here. She has made her first decision, and now . . . here come all the rest.]
voice | 5/19, immediately post-paintball
Well. That was fun.
( ooc; SO i completely didn't do anything with paintball because of work, so feel free to assume anything re: mal being extremely serious about paintball once she actually learned the rules. she was 4th floor, blue team. )
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I'm not threatened by . . . places.
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I meant states of mind. [She shrugs.] Hence - prepared, but annoyed.
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[What, exactly, does he see that as?]
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[Oops, doesn't want to be in the doghouse.]
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I wasn't aware I looked like the kind of person who'd be fooled by a clumsy dodge.
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