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thievingqueenThe desert has never been hospitable-- this is knowledge that members of the Gerudo tribe are born into. They learn to adapt to their surroundings and to make the most of what they are given, which isn't much in comparison to many lifestyles in Hyrule. Few grumble about their place, instead firm in the belief that they are stronger than the rest of their neighbors. That is a true gift from the desert.
Horses will only ride so far into the sandstorm of the wastelands before the compromise of their vision locks them into a standstill. Nabooru has always preferred traveling by foot, sprinting as far and as fast as she can, creating challenges for herself: timing herself, testing her endurance and seeing how long she could stay hidden before a search party was sent out by her mother. It's nice to be free of responsibility for the afternoon. Out here are secrets of her people, secrets that she shares with only one other.
Scaling the ruins is another feat in itself that has come to her easier with time. Once she is literally held in the Goddess' hands, she can see everything on the horizon, even outside of the desert. This place feels more like home than the valley and calms her restless mind. She sits, a small satchel beside her, in a rare moment of patience.
She does not intend to be alone long. Here she will wait for the only other company who would be bothered to travel to this place and see more worth in it than brush it off as some ancient relic. If those damn witches would let him have an afternoon off, he'd probably be less grouchy...or if he managed to help himself and sneak away more, she'd give him a little more credit.
Horses will only ride so far into the sandstorm of the wastelands before the compromise of their vision locks them into a standstill. Nabooru has always preferred traveling by foot, sprinting as far and as fast as she can, creating challenges for herself: timing herself, testing her endurance and seeing how long she could stay hidden before a search party was sent out by her mother. It's nice to be free of responsibility for the afternoon. Out here are secrets of her people, secrets that she shares with only one other.
Scaling the ruins is another feat in itself that has come to her easier with time. Once she is literally held in the Goddess' hands, she can see everything on the horizon, even outside of the desert. This place feels more like home than the valley and calms her restless mind. She sits, a small satchel beside her, in a rare moment of patience.
She does not intend to be alone long. Here she will wait for the only other company who would be bothered to travel to this place and see more worth in it than brush it off as some ancient relic. If those damn witches would let him have an afternoon off, he'd probably be less grouchy...or if he managed to help himself and sneak away more, she'd give him a little more credit.
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Jun. 4th, 2014 01:03 amgoblinjrThe last couple of months had been hectic to say the least. Not long ago, Norman Osborn had ended up in the hospital from severe stab wounds through the torso, among other things. He was pretty mangled, and the only thing he'd been able to mutter for a while was that it was Spider-man's doing. Needless to say, that didn't go over well. There were people who questioned Norman's accusation, claiming Spider-man would never hurt someone like that on purpose, and then there were those like his son, Harry, who immediately jumped to the Oscorp chairman's defense. In fact, Harry had taken it especially to heart.
His father would never lie to him, so that meant Spider-man tried to kill his father, and he was going to pay for that.
That... would have to wait, though. Because the hospital was keeping very close watch on Norman, monitoring his grievous injuries, he couldn't very well run Oscorp at the moment, which meant responsibility fell on Harry's shoulders. Frankly, it terrified him. His father had extremely high expectations. What if he messed something up? What if he messed a lot of things up? For all the promises he'd made to his father that he wouldn't let anything happen to Oscorp in his absence, he wasn't so sure himself. His father was among those quick to point out that he failed at a lot of things, and he knew a lot of other people were probably expecting him to fail.
But that was why he wasn't going to.
Before his father's attack, they'd bonded, opened up. He'd seen something so close to pride in his father's eyes that it made him want to try harder. If he could do this one thing, he could finally earn his father's love and pride. And for that reason alone, Harry determinedly cleaned himself up, put on a nice suit, and walked into Oscorp like he deserved to be there. Lo and behold, he actually surprised himself by doing well and demonstrating excellent instincts and sense for good decisions. ...With business, at least. When it came to demonstrations and the science department asking him about things, Harry usually ended up staring like a deer in the headlights and trying to sidle away when no one was looking. Even with him enlisting Peter's help, he usually got confused further by all the scientific terminology that went right over his head. For that reason, he usually tried to avoid such things, or at least get someone who could simplify it for him.
Today, it was just tough luck. He was required to attend a demonstration, one by a Dr. Curt Connors. Wasn't he one of Peter's new professors? Either way, a lot of good that did. Peter told him he'd be busy, and his usual lifesavers were tied up with other matters. That left Harry on his own to try and make sense of the demonstration. He wasn't exactly looking forward to it, considering he was having a hell of a time just getting there. A blonde head of hair pulled back in a ponytail caught his eye, though, and once he realized she was wearing a lab coat, Harry concluded that she probably had a better idea of her surroundings than he did. So, trying to ooze confidence, he strode over and smiled.
"Excuse me, is this where Dr. Connors' demonstration is being held?"
His father would never lie to him, so that meant Spider-man tried to kill his father, and he was going to pay for that.
That... would have to wait, though. Because the hospital was keeping very close watch on Norman, monitoring his grievous injuries, he couldn't very well run Oscorp at the moment, which meant responsibility fell on Harry's shoulders. Frankly, it terrified him. His father had extremely high expectations. What if he messed something up? What if he messed a lot of things up? For all the promises he'd made to his father that he wouldn't let anything happen to Oscorp in his absence, he wasn't so sure himself. His father was among those quick to point out that he failed at a lot of things, and he knew a lot of other people were probably expecting him to fail.
But that was why he wasn't going to.
Before his father's attack, they'd bonded, opened up. He'd seen something so close to pride in his father's eyes that it made him want to try harder. If he could do this one thing, he could finally earn his father's love and pride. And for that reason alone, Harry determinedly cleaned himself up, put on a nice suit, and walked into Oscorp like he deserved to be there. Lo and behold, he actually surprised himself by doing well and demonstrating excellent instincts and sense for good decisions. ...With business, at least. When it came to demonstrations and the science department asking him about things, Harry usually ended up staring like a deer in the headlights and trying to sidle away when no one was looking. Even with him enlisting Peter's help, he usually got confused further by all the scientific terminology that went right over his head. For that reason, he usually tried to avoid such things, or at least get someone who could simplify it for him.
Today, it was just tough luck. He was required to attend a demonstration, one by a Dr. Curt Connors. Wasn't he one of Peter's new professors? Either way, a lot of good that did. Peter told him he'd be busy, and his usual lifesavers were tied up with other matters. That left Harry on his own to try and make sense of the demonstration. He wasn't exactly looking forward to it, considering he was having a hell of a time just getting there. A blonde head of hair pulled back in a ponytail caught his eye, though, and once he realized she was wearing a lab coat, Harry concluded that she probably had a better idea of her surroundings than he did. So, trying to ooze confidence, he strode over and smiled.
"Excuse me, is this where Dr. Connors' demonstration is being held?"
makingastatementIt's fairly populated section of town: a working-class neighborhood that most people find busiest after the evening commute. There's a movie theater and various small cafes to keep the locals occupied. It's just the kind of place where people look the other way or barely even notice potentially shady dealings.
For Al, the businesses and other distractions are a welcome reprieve from the task at hand. He's been sent to keep an eye on a local shops for someone making a delivery. He has no physical description, no name nor any idea of what the package is, only that it is of some compromise to a friend of his employer. As far as he's concerned it's all a minor operation and nothing that has got him too worried. So there he is, enjoying himself out on one of the patios of one of the cafes, speaking loudly to a couple of locals performing various card tricks expecting no trouble or grief from this evening.
For Al, the businesses and other distractions are a welcome reprieve from the task at hand. He's been sent to keep an eye on a local shops for someone making a delivery. He has no physical description, no name nor any idea of what the package is, only that it is of some compromise to a friend of his employer. As far as he's concerned it's all a minor operation and nothing that has got him too worried. So there he is, enjoying himself out on one of the patios of one of the cafes, speaking loudly to a couple of locals performing various card tricks expecting no trouble or grief from this evening.
Wesker, Albert. (OPEN)
Apr. 13th, 2013 07:35 pmvirologicalA powerful, demanding hunger was what Wesker paid for all of the power the T-virus gave him.
It was but a small price in his eyes. He merely needed to ingest human DNA until he could hunt down Alice and devour hers. Unfortunately, she was being elusive, and in a world where most of the population was not utterly wiped out by the virus anymore, she was much more difficult to find. Compensation presented itself with a fresh globe of humans, ripe for hunting. No one would miss the one or two that he periodically needed to quell the raging T-virus in his body.
Of course, he'd had to make a few adjustments. Umbrella did not have a presence in this world, therefore he did not have the equipment he needed to easily track Alice. No doubt she intended that. And no doubt she still had no grasp of the meaning of the words "laying low". Some time later, Wesker found himself in possession of a handheld computer where he could keep an eye on the news. It was slipped into the inside of his black jacket, where it accompanied multiple vials of experimental viral samples brought from "home". After all, if he couldn't track her, he knew all too well that a mutated beast or a small outbreak would have her come running.
So predictable, the heroic type.
He weaved in and out of crowds at a blinding speed; most people didn't even notice him amid the hustle and bustle.
It was but a small price in his eyes. He merely needed to ingest human DNA until he could hunt down Alice and devour hers. Unfortunately, she was being elusive, and in a world where most of the population was not utterly wiped out by the virus anymore, she was much more difficult to find. Compensation presented itself with a fresh globe of humans, ripe for hunting. No one would miss the one or two that he periodically needed to quell the raging T-virus in his body.
Of course, he'd had to make a few adjustments. Umbrella did not have a presence in this world, therefore he did not have the equipment he needed to easily track Alice. No doubt she intended that. And no doubt she still had no grasp of the meaning of the words "laying low". Some time later, Wesker found himself in possession of a handheld computer where he could keep an eye on the news. It was slipped into the inside of his black jacket, where it accompanied multiple vials of experimental viral samples brought from "home". After all, if he couldn't track her, he knew all too well that a mutated beast or a small outbreak would have her come running.
So predictable, the heroic type.
He weaved in and out of crowds at a blinding speed; most people didn't even notice him amid the hustle and bustle.
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Aug. 24th, 2012 08:43 pmweprevailWHO; Draco and Andromeda
WHEN; Post-Wrath of the Titans
WHERE; Marching out to the entrances of the Underworld to fight monsterrrs. Roar.
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WHEN; Post-Wrath of the Titans
WHERE; Marching out to the entrances of the Underworld to fight monsterrrs. Roar.
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Apr. 8th, 2012 12:22 amstenWHO: Draco and Sten!
WHAT: Sten has gone to Argos to get answers for the Arishok! (Pretend they're all in the same world.) And maybe some ogres show up to munch on some people or something.
WHERE: THIS. IS. SPARTA-- wait. I mean Argos.
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WHAT: Sten has gone to Argos to get answers for the Arishok! (Pretend they're all in the same world.) And maybe some ogres show up to munch on some people or something.
WHERE: THIS. IS. SPARTA-- wait. I mean Argos.
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