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itsjustagamerp2012-10-11 10:09 pm
colorbymemory) wrote in itsjustagamerp2012-10-11 10:09 pm
Twenty-second Link
Characters: Namine and Riku
Content: Drawings. Lots of them.
Location: Their rooms and the space between.
Time of Day:Variable, shifts as needed
Warnings: Adorbs?
Unfortunately, once Namine awoke it took her a while to answer Riku's pictures. Her first day awake was spent hearing about what had happened and reassuring her friends that she was, in fact, fine. She was sorry to have worried them so much. It was a little strange, still, having people so concerned about her--Not in a bad way, but still strange.
The morning after her recovery, though, she set to work on her response. She looked at the two that had been direct responses to her pictures. Setting aside the one that reassured her that their conversation at the meeting hadn't harmed anything so far, she focused on the one that meant he hadn't understood what she'd meant to say. Her response was a picture similar to her original, only instead of the word balloon extending offscreen, this time it was more obvious that there was nobody there doing the speaking. Hopefully that would indicate hearing a strange voice when she was alone more clearly.
Next was the pile of pictures which told a story she'd heard already. While she was grateful for the others' help, it was a little embarrassing to think of them having to carry her or debating who would do so. She was glad she'd not been awake to hear that. That said, thinking about that was better than dwelling on the near miss she'd had. Shaking her head to clear it, she tried to focus on a response to Riku's drawing of the fight between him and the basilisk. On one of the page she drew a picture similar to the one he'd drawn, then on the other a picture of him as she'd seen him aftwards: badly hurt. In the background of the second half, she drew herself looking worried.
She managed to deliver them at what had become her new standard time.
[OOC: Sorry so late.]
Content: Drawings. Lots of them.
Location: Their rooms and the space between.
Time of Day:Variable, shifts as needed
Warnings: Adorbs?
Unfortunately, once Namine awoke it took her a while to answer Riku's pictures. Her first day awake was spent hearing about what had happened and reassuring her friends that she was, in fact, fine. She was sorry to have worried them so much. It was a little strange, still, having people so concerned about her--Not in a bad way, but still strange.
The morning after her recovery, though, she set to work on her response. She looked at the two that had been direct responses to her pictures. Setting aside the one that reassured her that their conversation at the meeting hadn't harmed anything so far, she focused on the one that meant he hadn't understood what she'd meant to say. Her response was a picture similar to her original, only instead of the word balloon extending offscreen, this time it was more obvious that there was nobody there doing the speaking. Hopefully that would indicate hearing a strange voice when she was alone more clearly.
Next was the pile of pictures which told a story she'd heard already. While she was grateful for the others' help, it was a little embarrassing to think of them having to carry her or debating who would do so. She was glad she'd not been awake to hear that. That said, thinking about that was better than dwelling on the near miss she'd had. Shaking her head to clear it, she tried to focus on a response to Riku's drawing of the fight between him and the basilisk. On one of the page she drew a picture similar to the one he'd drawn, then on the other a picture of him as she'd seen him aftwards: badly hurt. In the background of the second half, she drew herself looking worried.
She managed to deliver them at what had become her new standard time.
[OOC: Sorry so late.]
No probs, I've been busy myself
In better light of the last week's events, Riku drew Namine in the hall with just a line drawing of Harvey. The wall was visible through him, indicating she couldn't see him as a ghost or that he was out of sight. It was a guess as to what was happening, but Riku could offer up no other explanation.
He frowned slightly at the second response, then smiled and shook his head. Why was everyone so worried? It really wasn't a fun injury, that much was true. But a burn in comparison to a stab wound or a broken bone? He could still fight, exercise and go about his daily routines with little problem. ...Sleeping was a little harder, though. Xion's help was much appreciated. As such, he drew himself frowning with Xion holding a first-aid kit. From her was a little word bubble that depicted a flame and then a red first-aid cross. Behind them was a calendar with today's date circled. All this was on one side of the page. The other side showed a calendar with a later date circled. Xion looked happy, and he was unburned and smirking. It would all be fine.
As per the new usual, he delivered them very late that evening. Before heading back he headed to the theatrical deck to pick up supplies again, namely the tub, paints and mesh... When he got back to his room he went to go check a few bad books he'd taken from the media deck. Not because he was reading them. Oooooh no. He cracked one open and pulled out a folded-over sheet of paper. Gently he opened it and smiled. The pedals he was pressing were ready.
Yay life. There were intarwebz troubles here yesterday.
I hear ya
New log for new week, or wait a day or so?
I'll post a new long when I get the chance, day or two *Crosses fingers!*