Sheena Fujibayashi (
corrinesbell) wrote2010-05-28 12:02 am
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100. Centripetal [action/voice]
[Life's funny sometimes.]
[Sheena's moving through the forest using the trees. She remembers that wolf giving her warnings and all that, but it was a long time ago and someone made a good point about the people who got returned - and about New Feathers, but there hadn't been any - being at the mercy of whatever was going on in there. ...So she may not have stopped patrolling for more than a day or two. Particularly after she remembered she could defend herself much better from a distance now.
It's not her fault when one of the branches cracks under her feet as she stops to gauge her next move. She reaches almost calmly for another branch or two to catch herself on, but they're all thin and twiggy. One of them snags her glove and it slips off as the branch and Sheena take a gravity ride to the dirt and leaves below.
And if it stopped there everything would be mostly okay.
When her back strikes the ground, it goes through it and continues on, into the bottom of a pitfall. Winded, she takes a minute or two to catch her breath.]
Not again.
[In the fall, the journal ended up nearby, half-buried but open. ...Why not?]
[[ooc: ...What else is there to do with Sheena's 100th post?]]
[Sheena's moving through the forest using the trees. She remembers that wolf giving her warnings and all that, but it was a long time ago and someone made a good point about the people who got returned - and about New Feathers, but there hadn't been any - being at the mercy of whatever was going on in there. ...So she may not have stopped patrolling for more than a day or two. Particularly after she remembered she could defend herself much better from a distance now.
It's not her fault when one of the branches cracks under her feet as she stops to gauge her next move. She reaches almost calmly for another branch or two to catch herself on, but they're all thin and twiggy. One of them snags her glove and it slips off as the branch and Sheena take a gravity ride to the dirt and leaves below.
And if it stopped there everything would be mostly okay.
When her back strikes the ground, it goes through it and continues on, into the bottom of a pitfall. Winded, she takes a minute or two to catch her breath.]
Not again.
[In the fall, the journal ended up nearby, half-buried but open. ...Why not?]
[[ooc: ...What else is there to do with Sheena's 100th post?]]
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I fell into a hole and landed on my back and I really can't reach around to deal with any of this.
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From the looks of things there aren't any serious injuries, but you never can be too careful with the wings. Does any of this hurt?
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[she'll reach both arms up as far as they will go - which is not far - to demonstrate. Don't even ask her to move the wings.]
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[And in just a moment Sheena will be able to feel the familiar warmth of Regal's chi healing as he applies it to her wings and her back.]
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Thanks.
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[and no laughing and no lecture. Regal just took the top spot on the list of who to go to for help]
Sorry about that.
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[... okay, so he can't resist one little poke.]
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Just for that I'm gonna ask you to help me clean all the dirt off 'em too.
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Oh. ...Uhh, thanks.
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You are more than welcome, Sheena.
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[reaching around with one hand now and starting to smooth out her feathers. It's a bit like trying to scratch your own back, and just as silly-looking]
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[Noticing what she's doing, he'll ask:]
Would you like a hand with that?
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[Though her reaction IS rather amusing.]
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Haha, don't sound so serious.