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thisavrou_log2016-11-22 12:02 am
culver) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-11-22 12:02 am
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it's the pain that brings my force of nature back to life
Who: Nill [culver] & Badou [brokeassgoing].
When: 15 November.
Where: The makeshift camp.
What: Children making bad decisions with cigarettes.
Warnings: N/A.
Fear is nothing new to Nill. She'd lived the majority of her rather short life in fear; fearing men, fearing the world outside the church, fearing what would happen if Heine lost control of the Dog. Fearing that Bishop would one day cast her out, that Naoto would lose herself, that Badou--
Badou.
She doesn't know if she has any fears for Badou. Or maybe she has too many--he's complicated, even if he doesn't present himself that way. He cares too much when he does, gets involved in things that could (will) kill him someday. Maybe he'd been better off on this ship, surrounded by people who were, by a majority, just human like him. Out of the grasp of Heine and Naoto's demons. But now that the ship has crashed, maybe they're all, well. Fucked, as he'd say.
The crash had shaken them all in more ways than one. The camp had been set up, the injured tended to, rations distributed. She'd helped with the later, as it was one of the only things she felt confident doing. After a few hours though, she knew she needed to see Badou, to really check up on him away from everyone else. She'd managed to save her few belongings, from the dresses to the cigarettes, and knows which one he probably needs right now. She texts him once the MIDs are working again, tells him where to meet her. This planet doesn't seem to have many distinctive landmarks, so she just describes a piece of wreckage that should be easy to identify. Nill settles herself on the damp ground, and lets her head fall back against the twisted metal. Everything is shrouded by a thick fog, and her wings itch from the mugginess.
Yeah, they're probably all fucked.
culver] & Badou [brokeassgoing].When: 15 November.
Where: The makeshift camp.
What: Children making bad decisions with cigarettes.
Warnings: N/A.
Fear is nothing new to Nill. She'd lived the majority of her rather short life in fear; fearing men, fearing the world outside the church, fearing what would happen if Heine lost control of the Dog. Fearing that Bishop would one day cast her out, that Naoto would lose herself, that Badou--
Badou.
She doesn't know if she has any fears for Badou. Or maybe she has too many--he's complicated, even if he doesn't present himself that way. He cares too much when he does, gets involved in things that could (will) kill him someday. Maybe he'd been better off on this ship, surrounded by people who were, by a majority, just human like him. Out of the grasp of Heine and Naoto's demons. But now that the ship has crashed, maybe they're all, well. Fucked, as he'd say.
The crash had shaken them all in more ways than one. The camp had been set up, the injured tended to, rations distributed. She'd helped with the later, as it was one of the only things she felt confident doing. After a few hours though, she knew she needed to see Badou, to really check up on him away from everyone else. She'd managed to save her few belongings, from the dresses to the cigarettes, and knows which one he probably needs right now. She texts him once the MIDs are working again, tells him where to meet her. This planet doesn't seem to have many distinctive landmarks, so she just describes a piece of wreckage that should be easy to identify. Nill settles herself on the damp ground, and lets her head fall back against the twisted metal. Everything is shrouded by a thick fog, and her wings itch from the mugginess.
Yeah, they're probably all fucked.
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LETS GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!
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Oh man, that was good.
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To us.
[he toasts with his soup.]