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lostnetwork2012-09-15 07:36 pm
beatavirgo) wrote in lostnetwork2012-09-15 07:36 pm
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[They tell her it's safe here. However, she has been told many times that a place is safe, and many times such a statement has been proven false. In other other world, such caution would be viewed as paranoia.]
[On Alternia, you sometimes cannot be paranoid enough. Especially not during war.]
[So while she smiles politely to her guide and thanks them for all that's been done for her, the Dolorosa's first act is to immediately hide away as quick as she can. It's a skill she's practiced long and hard on after so many years of being on the run. There's still 'royal' blood on her clothes, after all, stuck beneath her claws and on the edges of her skirt. The state of her weapon will have to be checked on soon.]
[But her main priority is inspecting this curious little device they gave her. There is some experimenting, and she remembers some old tricks Psiioniic once taught her. She never quite caught onto computers and hacking like he always excelled at, but she knows enough to get on. Finally, she has it figured out well enough, she thinks, or at least as much as she's going to at this rate. So she starts to write her words on the mirror, script fine and elegant.]
[But it's not jade. And it's not her quirk. She has enemies everywhere, might even have them here. So until she can find her own allies or evaluate new ones, well...]
oOo Well well well this certainly is interesting. oOo I never thOught of myself as a spacertrOll but here I am On an entirely different wOrld. oOo Name is Natkun Zavija, denterrOrist at yOur service. oOo Any Other trOlls abOut? oOo Might get a bit lOnely if I'm the Only One of my kind. oOo
oOo Retry Of that, actually. oOo
oOo I give nOthing but respect tO my hemObetters but yOu need nOt answer. oOo
oOo Maybe I'm a peculiar sOrt but I prefer my blOOd on the inside. oOo
[She writes and erases quite a few times before finding the 'voice' for this fake individual, this imaginary denterrorist, satisfying. And if any of her allies are there, hopefully they'll spot her little message in the last three sentences. The little nickname her not-so-young charge had given to her a long time ago. As she waits for messages, she inspects herself. Goodness, she hopes this doesn't stain...]
[On Alternia, you sometimes cannot be paranoid enough. Especially not during war.]
[So while she smiles politely to her guide and thanks them for all that's been done for her, the Dolorosa's first act is to immediately hide away as quick as she can. It's a skill she's practiced long and hard on after so many years of being on the run. There's still 'royal' blood on her clothes, after all, stuck beneath her claws and on the edges of her skirt. The state of her weapon will have to be checked on soon.]
[But her main priority is inspecting this curious little device they gave her. There is some experimenting, and she remembers some old tricks Psiioniic once taught her. She never quite caught onto computers and hacking like he always excelled at, but she knows enough to get on. Finally, she has it figured out well enough, she thinks, or at least as much as she's going to at this rate. So she starts to write her words on the mirror, script fine and elegant.]
[But it's not jade. And it's not her quirk. She has enemies everywhere, might even have them here. So until she can find her own allies or evaluate new ones, well...]
oOo Well well well this certainly is interesting. oOo I never thOught of myself as a spacertrOll but here I am On an entirely different wOrld. oOo Name is Natkun Zavija, denterrOrist at yOur service. oOo Any Other trOlls abOut? oOo Might get a bit lOnely if I'm the Only One of my kind. oOo
oOo Retry Of that, actually. oOo
oOo I give nOthing but respect tO my hemObetters but yOu need nOt answer. oOo
oOo Maybe I'm a peculiar sOrt but I prefer my blOOd on the inside. oOo
[She writes and erases quite a few times before finding the 'voice' for this fake individual, this imaginary denterrorist, satisfying. And if any of her allies are there, hopefully they'll spot her little message in the last three sentences. The little nickname her not-so-young charge had given to her a long time ago. As she waits for messages, she inspects herself. Goodness, she hopes this doesn't stain...]