[ Vanadi, for one, is a little bored. The mission had sounded at least interesting, but once he'd recognized the entirely unappealing odds of the people heading out to fight, he'd decided to kill a few hours in the safe zone rather than join them. Not that he's afraid, he just fully recognizes that his skills are not exactly applicable in a battlefield full of armored humans with guns. And he's not about to get himself killed on the pretense of being brave.
So he sits against a tree, idly twirling a strand of grass between two perfectly manicured fingers. It's a bit warm here, isn't it? It seems perfectly safe to strip down to the waist in the middle of a warzone, why not? That's partially to help with the fact that he's just about bored enough to hit on anything that comes his way (age allowing, of course). ]
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So he sits against a tree, idly twirling a strand of grass between two perfectly manicured fingers. It's a bit warm here, isn't it? It seems perfectly safe to strip down to the waist in the middle of a warzone, why not? That's partially to help with the fact that he's just about bored enough to hit on anything that comes his way (age allowing, of course). ]