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tampered2007-09-18 06:01 pm
therippling.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-09-18 06:01 pm
Log; Ongoing
When; Sept. 18th, afternoon
Rating; PG?
Characters; Ophelia {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
therippling} & Tesla {always_beside}
Summary; When the fracción arrives in the City, Ophelia comes to fetch him to wait for Noitora to locate them. A curious thing, that.
Log;
Ophelia knew Tesla.
Rather, she knew there was a Tesla, that he existed and that he listened to Noitora. That's about it. But it was interesting, exciting even, after all, would he be strong, too?
She was still somewhat tired from her fight, from the brush with Awakening she'd had, the craving for human guts, but she put it from her mind. The Claymore sat, armor discarded, knees tucked up and chin resting on them, a childish posture.
It was nice out, she thought, in the half shade of trees at the forest edge, before it gave way to City. Ophelia didn't like the City.
And she stared. Rather rudely, too, but more curiously, waiting for the Arrancar to move or speak, estimating strength by muscle, by weapon and look, analyzing and calculating.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Ophelia {
therippling} & Tesla {always_beside} Summary; When the fracción arrives in the City, Ophelia comes to fetch him to wait for Noitora to locate them. A curious thing, that.
Log;
Ophelia knew Tesla.
Rather, she knew there was a Tesla, that he existed and that he listened to Noitora. That's about it. But it was interesting, exciting even, after all, would he be strong, too?
She was still somewhat tired from her fight, from the brush with Awakening she'd had, the craving for human guts, but she put it from her mind. The Claymore sat, armor discarded, knees tucked up and chin resting on them, a childish posture.
It was nice out, she thought, in the half shade of trees at the forest edge, before it gave way to City. Ophelia didn't like the City.
And she stared. Rather rudely, too, but more curiously, waiting for the Arrancar to move or speak, estimating strength by muscle, by weapon and look, analyzing and calculating.