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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 3:48 pm
When life gives you lemons, you set life's house on fire with the lemons it gave you. As Hawke sat outside the Aquarius outpost, she really wanted to be Cave Johnson and have engineers make her combustible lemons so she could set space on fire. Now while that logic was utterly impossible and not to mention idiotic, it did make Hawke feel slightly better about being trapped in space.
Anders was fine. Space was filled with monsters. And so far, Hawke was sure that LARPing was out. Her costume was almost utterly ruined. Not to mention her boffer sword. Space also lacked ducttape she found out.
Space sucked.
Flinging herself up from her spot, Hawke figured laying about bitching wasn't going to help. Nope. She just needed to go..do..something. Possibly
go find a way to fix her broken boffer sword. Setting to just that, Hawke ran up into the Aquarius outpost. Hey, it had to have something.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 8:00 pm
Half an hour of sorting swords with a senshi in a short skirt and nothing had come of it; probably no real surprise there, considering what Veer thought of as a pick up line. His originally intent had been to make off with one of the set, to drag the weapon along with him for protection, but she'd had a watchful eye on him and he'd finally been forced to retreat, grumbling, from Chronos.
That was alright: he'd preferred Aquarius anyway. Even without some of the more basic comforts [television, for instance] that he tended to rely on, it at least had the labs. They reminded him more of alchemy than a proper lab, but perhaps that had more to do with atmosphere than the actual functionality. If the area was, in fact, a reflection of the past civilization here, Veer had a strong opinion -- they'd all been dweebs.
This thought was still running through his head, quirking the corners of his mouth upward, as he stepped out of the building and into Hawke's path, hardly paying attention to his footsteps.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:52 am
Running into people seemed to be a common trend with how Hawke was going meet others it seemed like. Part of her felt bad another part? Didn't care at all. That was the part that was also bitter as ******** about the fact she was stuck in space and Had no idea how or when she'd be sent home.
"GODDAMNIT-" Stumbling back she fell on her a** -the metal clattering loudly- ruining the the usual quite of space. Her cursing also kind of broke up that silence. Looking up she gave the guy she'd just run into a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that, I was just about to go in and see if I couldn't get this thing fixed up." Holding the broken boffer blade up, some of the foam hung off of it. Limp and pathetic.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 9:37 pm
Things broke in the surroundings, people bumped into each other, things went wrong: that seemed to be the theme of the week. It probably at least part had to do with far away thoughts, with frustrations and that swallowing sense of helplessness. This cage might have been big, but they were still trapped, and it seemed to cause people to run around in circles, never mind how futile it was.
In Veer's case, though, it was mostly just carelessness and indifference. They bumped into each other and each took a tumble, Veer grasping at a wall and missing and ending up opposite her with a grunt. Hawke had the good graces to apologize; in contrast, she got a scowl, Veer rubbling at his tailbone and trying to struggle back up to his feet. "...is that supposed to be a sword?"
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