Mizuki Onodera (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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testrun_box2013-01-06 01:29 pm
empress_without_a_throne) wrote in testrun_box2013-01-06 01:29 pm
Entry tags:
Testing for voice and also for use in the distant future
1.
... The weatherman lied today.
[Well, technically no. The forecast had just called for cloudy skies all day, but lo and behold, the sun was shining and the sky was free of obstruction. Normally that would be cause for celebration... but for Mizuki, well... she hadn't thought she had needed to bring her umbrella along today and now she was stuck without it. Great.]
If this doesn't let up and I can't find some shade, you're buying me a hoodie.
[And yeah, she's realizing how demanding she's being, which is enough for her to sigh in frustration.]
... I'll pay you for it when we get back, though. Promise.
[Such was life for the Abyss Empress.]
2.
Whoo! Dinnertime! Been looking forward to this all month long!
[Indeed she has been! And from the food lines, Mizuki picks up a particular meal that had been prepared for her, right before going, sitting down, and preparing to dig in... with her meal now plain to see for everyone.]
... What's everyone looking at? You've never seen cooked anglerfish before?
3.
[It's late at night in the hangar, and most of the mechanics and pilots have already called it today. Mizuki, however, is perched on some railing, looking at the feminine-looking, winged and black humanoid standing still like a statue.]
I heard that the Illuminati are opening up talks again about canning Project Sol for good. We're not going to let that happen, alright? If we kick enough ass, they'll reconsider. Or at least they should.
[For whatever reason you're still in the hangar, Mizuki doesn't honestly care. She needs someone to talk to and she's not going to be taking no for an answer.]
Things are looking up for us finally, I mean. For me, Sara, the Director... everyone involved. Sol's still got a place in this world, all of us do! We've just... gotta prove it to them.
... Dammit, how does GGG and everyone else keep their financiers from breathing down their necks like this?
... The weatherman lied today.
[Well, technically no. The forecast had just called for cloudy skies all day, but lo and behold, the sun was shining and the sky was free of obstruction. Normally that would be cause for celebration... but for Mizuki, well... she hadn't thought she had needed to bring her umbrella along today and now she was stuck without it. Great.]
If this doesn't let up and I can't find some shade, you're buying me a hoodie.
[And yeah, she's realizing how demanding she's being, which is enough for her to sigh in frustration.]
... I'll pay you for it when we get back, though. Promise.
[Such was life for the Abyss Empress.]
2.
Whoo! Dinnertime! Been looking forward to this all month long!
[Indeed she has been! And from the food lines, Mizuki picks up a particular meal that had been prepared for her, right before going, sitting down, and preparing to dig in... with her meal now plain to see for everyone.]
... What's everyone looking at? You've never seen cooked anglerfish before?
3.
[It's late at night in the hangar, and most of the mechanics and pilots have already called it today. Mizuki, however, is perched on some railing, looking at the feminine-looking, winged and black humanoid standing still like a statue.]
I heard that the Illuminati are opening up talks again about canning Project Sol for good. We're not going to let that happen, alright? If we kick enough ass, they'll reconsider. Or at least they should.
[For whatever reason you're still in the hangar, Mizuki doesn't honestly care. She needs someone to talk to and she's not going to be taking no for an answer.]
Things are looking up for us finally, I mean. For me, Sara, the Director... everyone involved. Sol's still got a place in this world, all of us do! We've just... gotta prove it to them.
... Dammit, how does GGG and everyone else keep their financiers from breathing down their necks like this?
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[Walk walk walk. And Mizuki's also starting to realize how convenient wearing a hood is. Probably less weird than an umbrella in broad daylight too.]
You're not going to do anything ridiculous like help other "oooh, I'm all evil and dark and I'll kill the day" groups we might run into though?
no subject
...And no, I would not. The sun here is more intense than in the country of my birth, but humans require it nonetheless. As problematic as they may be, the Nobles could not survive without them.