forgivethemtheirpain: ([human] every day is a beach episode)
Nanami Lucia ([personal profile] forgivethemtheirpain) wrote in [community profile] testrun_box2012-01-31 08:37 am

For [community profile] tvk. Don't blame me. >>

1)

*You're on your way... somewhere, when you see a girl waving at you from the beach.*

Wow, look at the ocean here! It's so nice, isn't it? ♥

2)

*Maybe you've walked in on Lucia -- in her room, in the shower, whatever. Maybe she's walked in on you. Maybe you tripped and fell on her. In any case, it's probably a huge misunderstanding, but...*

PERVERT!

*...that doesn't save you from the slap, broom, or flung bucket coming your way.*

3)

Blah, blah, blah. I know I got my homework in late! Isn't it more important to be fighting Shadows and getting home, anyway? I shouldn't even have to do this!

4)

No matter what I do or how powerful I'm supposed to be... I can't do a thing to get us out of here. This is wrong, isn't it?
nomen_est_numen: (smug birdie)

[personal profile] nomen_est_numen 2012-02-01 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
He stares at her, one eyelid twitching, and, just like that, regains his composure, hiding the weapon away in his voluminous robes. He steps forward, metal-shod talons scraping across the floor. "I see," he continues, his voice cold and silky. "Nothing more than a brazen commoner with delusions of significance." His gaze flicks up and down her form as though he were eyeing a mess someone's pet left on the floor. "I've no intention of wasting my time ogling you, whatever you are. Besides, you were not here when I arrived. You could just as easily be spying on me."
nomen_est_numen: (avec knife)

[personal profile] nomen_est_numen 2012-02-01 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
He'd turned to walk away, clearly thinking the discussion was over and the soap hit him upside the head, eliciting a high-pitched squawk and creating a small cloud of feathers. He stops, going very still, then turns slowly to face her again, accompanied by a long scraping sound. His tail flicks up, fanning out behind him in a feathery mass of white and red. Two steps bring him quite close to where she's standing and he leans forward.

"You insolent, delusional little creature," he whispers, his red eyes wide but steady. A knife blade flicks into the space between them, held lightly in his feathery fingers. "Who do you think you are?"
nomen_est_numen: (crazy eyes)

[personal profile] nomen_est_numen 2012-02-01 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, he's always been a bird. He'd be completely brain-broken if he ended up being anything else. Not that his brain is in any kind of decent shape as it is.

"... Do you, now?" That eyelid twitches again. The knife moves closer to her throat. "I suppose you think you're being clever!"