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vatheon2012-01-01 06:45 am
p2iioniicii2t) wrote in vatheon2012-01-01 06:45 am
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Who: The Psiioniic/Helmsman and many more
Location: assorted places
Time: 1/1
Style: starting actionspam, i'll be happy to match though
Status: Semi-Closed (Open to private texts)
[ Though the moonlight provided more than ample illumination in the late (early?) pre-dawn hours, the glow cast from the Helmsman kept their immediate surroundings bright and clear and awash in reds, blues, and purples. He had a very long way to go before he could actually go on a walk with his companion in anything more than a figurative sense; his body was atrophied severely so. Though Darkleer intended to assist him in regaining physical mobility (a fact he had still not bothered sharing with his friends), he was so much more comfortable like this.
He floated quietly above the sandy beach at the side of his dearest, oldest friend. He was never particularly talkative to begin with, but this time his silence is clearly a thoughtful one. ]
[ Good morning, hivemates!
The Helmsman is in your foodpreparationblock, cooking a wide variety of foods. Notably, he's sitting on a stool at the countertop, watching idly as he orchestrates his efforts with his psionics. Occasionally, he'll glance down at his SFC, he's got an assortment of notes taken from a cooking show or ten that he may have been raptly watching the night before. ]
[ Much of the rest of the day will be spent... well, being himself. A lot of that involves sitting quietly, doing apparently absolutely nothing. Much of it involves fidgetting with his SFC in random locations throughout the hive and sometimes on the rooftop, next to the movable comb hive that Signless procured for him for Christmas. ]
Location: assorted places
Time: 1/1
Style: starting actionspam, i'll be happy to match though
Status: Semi-Closed (Open to private texts)
[ Though the moonlight provided more than ample illumination in the late (early?) pre-dawn hours, the glow cast from the Helmsman kept their immediate surroundings bright and clear and awash in reds, blues, and purples. He had a very long way to go before he could actually go on a walk with his companion in anything more than a figurative sense; his body was atrophied severely so. Though Darkleer intended to assist him in regaining physical mobility (a fact he had still not bothered sharing with his friends), he was so much more comfortable like this.
He floated quietly above the sandy beach at the side of his dearest, oldest friend. He was never particularly talkative to begin with, but this time his silence is clearly a thoughtful one. ]
[ Good morning, hivemates!
The Helmsman is in your foodpreparationblock, cooking a wide variety of foods. Notably, he's sitting on a stool at the countertop, watching idly as he orchestrates his efforts with his psionics. Occasionally, he'll glance down at his SFC, he's got an assortment of notes taken from a cooking show or ten that he may have been raptly watching the night before. ]
[ Much of the rest of the day will be spent... well, being himself. A lot of that involves sitting quietly, doing apparently absolutely nothing. Much of it involves fidgetting with his SFC in random locations throughout the hive and sometimes on the rooftop, next to the movable comb hive that Signless procured for him for Christmas. ]
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Whoa, hey! Look, it's Psiioniic! Just the distraction she needed! She wanders on up to him while he's caught off-guard and oh god Aradia no baby stop leaning up and trying to get all up in his grill. ]
Good morning Helmsman! Look at what I've recently acquired.
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Actually, a better question might be focused on the fact that they keep succeeding. He's just going to be very visibly startled, but the invasion of his personal space isn't a battle he'll fight. She should see how friendly Signless is and how firmly he disregards the notion of personal space bubbles. ]
Hello, Aradia Megido. What ith it that you have...?
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Okay, she does in fact take a step or two backwards in case she was in fact too close. Whooops what are bubbles.]
She's one of the Chocobo hatchlings that were being given away recently.
[And then she holds up her cutie where Psii could get a good look at her. The only thing that could be noted was her cute little maroon bow around her neck. Aradia did make sure that she wasn't going to try jumping out or anything, but she really couldn't make any promises.]
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He appreciates the extra space, though. He doesn't quite smile when she displays the chocobo chick, but he does soften his expression somewhat. ]
It ith quite the thmall featherbeatht.