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exsiliumlogs2013-04-13 08:53 pm
speakveryclearly) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-04-13 08:53 pm
Sleeping On Your Folks Porch Again Dreaming [OPEN]
Date & Time: 4/7 - 4/13
Location: Mostly within Exsilium, mostly training complex within that
Characters: Kanaya Maryam and you
Summary: A week in the undeath of an alien vampire who doesn't have much better to do than shoot things, but can sometimes be found in other uneventful public locations.
Warnings: Training violence
[Every day is almost the same. It rains. She has to wear the coat she got for Christmas every day she goes outside. It's enough to keep her in default outfit underneath, Virgo shirt and skirt.
She doesn't do the shopping for the apartment anymore. It's probably good to have something guaranteed to keep Utena out of the room Anthy had been in for part of the day. It's only once or twice that week she goes out and actually enters a store, to look into beauty products mostly.
At one point (Thursday, maybe? Friday? It's hard to keep track with so little going into her calendar lately) she walks to the city's very border and stares into the wastes. She has to admit the desert holds a sort of bizarre appeal to her, the same thing that's captured so many others willing to lose days at a time that they might be needed within the city. Others that probably are needed more often. If nothing else, it seems maybe there are seasons out here, it strikes her this week as the sudden change occurs from unnatural winter to sudden scorching heat. She likes her sunlight blistering, and stays here a long time.
There's no mission anymore, solo or group, so that means nobody needs her. The only recourse, therefore, is to work at making herself more useful. And that means training. Target practice, mostly. As her sixth month here started, it marked her moving up from bullseyes to training dummies - as her ranged weapon began to feel as much like an extension of herself as her melee did, evolving to handle her supernatural speed, giving her accuracy and precision. So it is that instead of struggling to hit a target at all she's striking parts of the body, enemies of different types, other diverse setups.
There are only so many hours she can spend here; she doesn't outright stay from opening to closing. That would be an admission this is the only thing she really has going on, her soldierhood, which is a transition very few transports she knows to have consciously made. She sometimes even has social engagements or network threads to honor. So it is that she can usually be found entering the training facility after nine o'clock, leaving before six.]
Location: Mostly within Exsilium, mostly training complex within that
Characters: Kanaya Maryam and you
Summary: A week in the undeath of an alien vampire who doesn't have much better to do than shoot things, but can sometimes be found in other uneventful public locations.
Warnings: Training violence
[Every day is almost the same. It rains. She has to wear the coat she got for Christmas every day she goes outside. It's enough to keep her in default outfit underneath, Virgo shirt and skirt.
She doesn't do the shopping for the apartment anymore. It's probably good to have something guaranteed to keep Utena out of the room Anthy had been in for part of the day. It's only once or twice that week she goes out and actually enters a store, to look into beauty products mostly.
At one point (Thursday, maybe? Friday? It's hard to keep track with so little going into her calendar lately) she walks to the city's very border and stares into the wastes. She has to admit the desert holds a sort of bizarre appeal to her, the same thing that's captured so many others willing to lose days at a time that they might be needed within the city. Others that probably are needed more often. If nothing else, it seems maybe there are seasons out here, it strikes her this week as the sudden change occurs from unnatural winter to sudden scorching heat. She likes her sunlight blistering, and stays here a long time.
There's no mission anymore, solo or group, so that means nobody needs her. The only recourse, therefore, is to work at making herself more useful. And that means training. Target practice, mostly. As her sixth month here started, it marked her moving up from bullseyes to training dummies - as her ranged weapon began to feel as much like an extension of herself as her melee did, evolving to handle her supernatural speed, giving her accuracy and precision. So it is that instead of struggling to hit a target at all she's striking parts of the body, enemies of different types, other diverse setups.
There are only so many hours she can spend here; she doesn't outright stay from opening to closing. That would be an admission this is the only thing she really has going on, her soldierhood, which is a transition very few transports she knows to have consciously made. She sometimes even has social engagements or network threads to honor. So it is that she can usually be found entering the training facility after nine o'clock, leaving before six.]