ᴀɪɴꜱʟᴇʏ (lightforce) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-02-15 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | avery jones, dove wilson, p: mena, p: squid |
Who: Dove & Avery
Where: Med Lab
When: {backdated} after this exchange
What: Dove's getting her minor ailments fixed up and picking Avery's brain.
Warnings: TBD; likely low.
Status: In Progress | Closed
Dove had not been surprised that she came out of the sparring lesson a little worse for wear. Bear having unbreakable skin and being the wall of muscle that he was meant that while she'd been able to learn the basics in their lesson, working out how to position herself and hold her fists so she didn't break her fingers or thumbs, it also meant that the repetition in striking was more of a damage to her than to anything or anyone else. Her knuckles were a little busted, not torn or cut, but bruised in some peculiar shades of purple and yellow. Dove was used to muscle strain from cheerleading, but it was new for her to deal with the bruises along her knuckles. They hurt a little when she flexed and rather than continue trying to deal with it, she thought that maybe Avery would be okay with a visit. Since the other girl was welcoming, and open to Dove asking some questions, she was looking to pick at Avery's brain about this place and expectations. It was still a lot to get used to, but Dove wasn't sure this should be her life forever. Maybe until she got control, and maybe she could help for a while, if it was to keep people safe, but she didn't think it should be for always. But it'd be interesting to hear Avery's thoughts, since she'd been here longer. Arriving to the med lab, peering a little, Dove shuffled in, taking in all the things around her. "Avery?" |