Appointment's Post

[talentsgirl]

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[written, March 11]
[voice, June 6]
[action, December 15]

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[ action ; april 21st ]

[greenjacketed]

The Major had returned just yesterday from his small mission abroad. He took that afternoon and that night to recover -- to sit in his new apartment and painstakingly peer over his journal. Long moments to look at what had happened in his absence, with no Patrick Harper to report to him.

But today he strides stiffly (and half limps) his way to Molly Carpenter's apartment. With each step, he seems to be mumbling to himself. Palm on the pommel of his sword; his green jacket brushed down and neatly buttoned. Perhaps he even tidied the buttons, sitting on the edge of his basic cot.

His knocking on the door came across as too loud, to him. Too ungainly. Too thunderous. He tried again, softer. His opposite hand remained behind his back, hiding a gift -- a sprig of plant dotted with orchids. Scavenged from the jungle itself.

[ action, november 10th] - the underground city

[deadpoet]

Two days in and Spike was downright bored. Cultists, the mission had said. A city of them. Expecting a good brawl, Spike signed up without reading the rest. There'd be no zombies this time. No lack of powers. Just a real and honest fight so he could prove he could handle them without trouble.

Unlucky for him it was an abandoned cultist city, cleared out by Luceti's own a year ago. The Malnosso administrator in charge of the operation, a bossy woman without much patience, he send the group to check out a new network of caves that had not yet been cataloged. Spike carried with him a camera, a clipboard and pen, and of course a lighted miner's helmet. He wasn't really using any of them, except when he would hear someone walk up to him. Then he'd pretend to be working.

For the moment, he was lighting up a cigarette. To hell with the air restrictions down here. Not like he was breathing the oxygen anyway.

[written, November 24th] like I said on plurk no rush answering this <3

[hisdarkmark]

[The words appear in the usual elegant scrawl, but they're hurried and scribbled together like he wants to get them down fast. He's not expecting a response either, but after his discussion with Xion? It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to let someone else know if only to prove he's 100% fine.]

Suppose I didn't try hard enough. Oh well. Still in one piece though, so really I suppose I was right after all. Thought you should know.