Vyv is hard to recognize this Jaunt, her bright red hair wrapped in black cloth to hide its hue. Her eyes remain the same, though: left eye bright silver, right eye dark grey. What makes her even harder to spot is her location: crouched in one of the half-demolished buildings that surround the parking garage, in position at one of the sniper rifles.
She has her orders from the warlord, yeah, and she has no intention of courting punishment for disobedience, but she's still sixteen and bored, bored, bored.
"Ugh, why doesn't someone just move," she complains. Her eye remains fixed to her rifle's scope, but she knows there's at least someone nearby to hear her. Spotters, or guards stationed to this dusty wreck of a building with her. "Come onnnnn..."
It's a good thing that Vyv's inadvertent wandering has shrunk her, or she'd be in serious trouble from the fake paper lantern sunlight. Though, to be honest, she's not sure if weird Liminal Space sunlight like the lantern can actually affect her. But why take the chance? The doll-sized Vyv has found a nice dark hiding spot in a log, and there she's going to stay until the sun goes out, thanks ever so.
The only problem is the origami centipedes, who are now much larger compared to her tiny self. They don't seem very happy to find her stubbornly hidden in their customary place. Which is why anyone passing by this particular log can hear her say the following words:
"Move right along, creepy. I'll fuck you up. Actually, don't move along, I could use a good fight."
Vyv | OC
Prompt #33: Pop Quiz (Infiltrating)
Vyv is hard to recognize this Jaunt, her bright red hair wrapped in black cloth to hide its hue. Her eyes remain the same, though: left eye bright silver, right eye dark grey. What makes her even harder to spot is her location: crouched in one of the half-demolished buildings that surround the parking garage, in position at one of the sniper rifles.
She has her orders from the warlord, yeah, and she has no intention of courting punishment for disobedience, but she's still sixteen and bored, bored, bored.
"Ugh, why doesn't someone just move," she complains. Her eye remains fixed to her rifle's scope, but she knows there's at least someone nearby to hear her. Spotters, or guards stationed to this dusty wreck of a building with her. "Come onnnnn..."
Prompt #32: Can't See The Forest For The Trees (Liminal Space)
It's a good thing that Vyv's inadvertent wandering has shrunk her, or she'd be in serious trouble from the fake paper lantern sunlight. Though, to be honest, she's not sure if weird Liminal Space sunlight like the lantern can actually affect her. But why take the chance? The doll-sized Vyv has found a nice dark hiding spot in a log, and there she's going to stay until the sun goes out, thanks ever so.
The only problem is the origami centipedes, who are now much larger compared to her tiny self. They don't seem very happy to find her stubbornly hidden in their customary place. Which is why anyone passing by this particular log can hear her say the following words:
"Move right along, creepy. I'll fuck you up. Actually, don't move along, I could use a good fight."