Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 1 - The Abandoned Base)
12-31-2009, 08:52 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The old nun furrowed her brow at the retreating girl. She was definitely an odd one, and definitely needed someone to look after, but there were other things to attend to if she was just going to skip off like that. Sister Clara was nothing if not practical, and this whole place screamed that it needed someone with a firm hand and a cool head to get things moving smoothly again.
Siste Clara drew a needle out of the brim of her wimple and pricked her index fingers. This was going to be a little disrespectful, but desperate times and all that. She slid the needle back in, careful not to bloody her habit, and scanned the courtyard for a pretty-intact body. A young soldier a few yards to her left, dark-haired, handsome, and with a gaping wound where much of his torso should be would do the trick.
Watching the proceedings at the other end of the courtyard with mild interest, Clara strolled over to the body she'd selected. When she reached it, she got down on her knees and began drawing diagrams and runes around the fallen marine, humming happily to herself and periodically stopping to massage some blood back into her fingertips; this sort of thing had been easier when her heart was still beating.
The old nun furrowed her brow at the retreating girl. She was definitely an odd one, and definitely needed someone to look after, but there were other things to attend to if she was just going to skip off like that. Sister Clara was nothing if not practical, and this whole place screamed that it needed someone with a firm hand and a cool head to get things moving smoothly again.
Siste Clara drew a needle out of the brim of her wimple and pricked her index fingers. This was going to be a little disrespectful, but desperate times and all that. She slid the needle back in, careful not to bloody her habit, and scanned the courtyard for a pretty-intact body. A young soldier a few yards to her left, dark-haired, handsome, and with a gaping wound where much of his torso should be would do the trick.
Watching the proceedings at the other end of the courtyard with mild interest, Clara strolled over to the body she'd selected. When she reached it, she got down on her knees and began drawing diagrams and runes around the fallen marine, humming happily to herself and periodically stopping to massage some blood back into her fingertips; this sort of thing had been easier when her heart was still beating.