Zirreh "Zir" Reevas (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
misguidedprotector) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
scrib2013-05-21 04:22 pm
misguidedprotector) wrote in scrib2013-05-21 04:22 pm
==> Zirreh: Get a move on already
You are now ZIRREH REEVAS, just what the hell have you been up to recently? Your trollian notifs go off rather frequently, but you can't be bothered with that. Sometimes you just forget you're even signed in, you're so busy taking down these imps and exploring your land with your lusus. But recently your land has gotten more dangerous than it'd been before, and you think it's about time you put your plan into action.
What plan is that? The one where you stop fucking around with your alchemiter and get shit done. As fond as you are of LOEAC, you've found out all you could here and it's time to move on. You've honestly been planning this for a while now, even before your imprompt relationship issues or mild fascination with human animated movies. Those things were just a minor bump in the road. You change into something light knowing the places you're headed are much warmer than here and switch on your nifty huskphones so you can listen to some music while you check your messages.
-- misguidedProtector [MP] has signed on. --
You ride your lusus to the desired gate in the meantime, passing through and suddenly regretting your clothing choice. Apparently you didn't dress light enough because fuck this place is hot. One more gate to go, and you jump off your lusus' back to make your way silently to a cave. The entrance is too small for him to fit into so you sneak in by yourself and make sure to stay weary of any imps that may be hidden inside. But what you find isn't an imp at all, though he's certainly small enough to be one. There's no mistaking that angry look or that glare at his screen. You stand quietly in the shadows, watching in amusement as Lyn's clearly arguing with someone at the moment. And of course a quick glance over the memos and you're not at all surprised with you.
You decide to see how long it takes him to notice you watching him.
What plan is that? The one where you stop fucking around with your alchemiter and get shit done. As fond as you are of LOEAC, you've found out all you could here and it's time to move on. You've honestly been planning this for a while now, even before your imprompt relationship issues or mild fascination with human animated movies. Those things were just a minor bump in the road. You change into something light knowing the places you're headed are much warmer than here and switch on your nifty huskphones so you can listen to some music while you check your messages.
-- misguidedProtector [MP] has signed on. --
You ride your lusus to the desired gate in the meantime, passing through and suddenly regretting your clothing choice. Apparently you didn't dress light enough because fuck this place is hot. One more gate to go, and you jump off your lusus' back to make your way silently to a cave. The entrance is too small for him to fit into so you sneak in by yourself and make sure to stay weary of any imps that may be hidden inside. But what you find isn't an imp at all, though he's certainly small enough to be one. There's no mistaking that angry look or that glare at his screen. You stand quietly in the shadows, watching in amusement as Lyn's clearly arguing with someone at the moment. And of course a quick glance over the memos and you're not at all surprised with you.
You decide to see how long it takes him to notice you watching him.