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 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 5:02 pm
Marcella had run out of movies she felt like watching over the last few days. In as much as she had really "watched" anything as the painkillers for her broken arm dragged her in and out of uncomfortable sleep on her sofa. It still ached under the cast, but for the moment, she declined to take more drugs for it. Her stomach had been in knots and she was still fighting off what felt like the medicine head of the last two doses combined.
She needed fresh air, and her legs were fine, at least.
Asclepius emerged powered up onto the apartment balcony a few moments later, and carefully took the short hop to the neighboring apartment roof to test out her powered form for the first time in three days. She had managed to keep the cast on powering up, fortunately, as memories of Camelot's injury came back to her as soon as she had started to henshin. But the stiff itchy thing was still there... the white cast now decorated with lines in blue that resembled the ribbon her uniform normally wrapped around her wrist.
This struck her as funny, and she laughed lightly as she continued along the rooftops.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 9:12 pm
Kerberos was drunk. He had not been even in the neighborhood of sober for ten days, ever since he had brought Hver out of that tiny, horrible room in that even more horrible funhouse, and when he was blotto he didn't think about those things. He didn't think about much of anything, really, and so maybe that was why the approach of an Order aura about on his level seemed funny, instead of alarming.
The Corrupt of Asphodel giggled, leaning against the roof-access door and waiting. There was no way, he figure,d this could possibly go wrong - surely whoever it was would more than likely take pity on him, right? Because he was drunk and sort of pathetic and beating up on the pathetic drunk dude would just be mean.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 4:36 pm
Asclepius reached the rooftop before she registered that the negaverse aura was as close as it actually was. For all that the ability to perceive the auras was useful, she still wished sometimes that it were more precise. Or maybe it was the aftereffects of the drugs that kept her from noticing the negaverser until the moment she actually saw the black-robed senshi leaning against the door.
"Oh, hello," she ventured cautiously, figuring there was no opportunity for surprise on either side at this point. Then ... something seemed a bit off about his stance. "Are you alright?" the Senshi of Medicine then inquired.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 3:59 pm
Kerberos took a long moment to stare at the Sensih and be certian that she was a) definitely there, and b) speaking to him. It took him another beat to answer her question, because his thoughts were definitely running lazily.
"I mean," he said, "define wrong? 'Cause I'm drunk as ******** but man I feel great," he giggled, which was probably not the best response or the most mature but ******** it, he was three sheets to the wind and everything was funny.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 3:10 pm
Asclepius smiled wryly and nodded, quirking one eyebrow. "I see," she replied, then added a moment later, "I think I understand what you mean."
At least it seemed like he was in no better state to fight than she was; the White Moon senshi meditated on this fact for a long moment in her mental fog, then realized that they were both still standing there. Maybe it would be worthwhile to attempt conversation? The Senshi of Medicine was hardly in a state herself to be keeping watch for anyone, but she thought that perhaps if the two of them tried to chat for a little while, at least it might help keep them both from falling off of the roof.
"You're a senshi, right?" the brown-haired girl inquired carefully. The long hair was a good clue, but she felt like she was trying to read his aura through a frosted window.
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