xena (ex_manyskill100) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-22 16:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, severus snape, xena |
RP: Moody people meeting.
Characters: Xena and Severus Snape
Time/Date: August 22
Location: Hallway outside his room
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Summary: The two most moody, brooding people on the island meet.
Status: Private, ongoing.
Reavers.
Xena didn't want to ever hear that word again.
She'd seen a lot of bad things in her time, fought monsters, killed hundreds, but those things were something else, and she felt that twitch of revulsion and fear in her stomach again just thinking about them. It took a lot to disturb her, and when something did reach her enough for that, it occupied her mind quite a bit, made her think. What could she have done to prevent the reavers from getting in? How could she have stopped them from killing those innocents that had gotten in the way? That was the problem with this hero business: she worried, thought, and brooded, tried to involve herself in everything, and always ended up coming back to regrets and should-haves and what-ifs.
And so Xena was on patrol. Sort of. It was more that she'd developed a habit of pacing, and since she had her armor and her weapons with her all the time, that meant patrol. It was what brought her to this particular hallway. She didn't like this place - the continuous patterns on the carpet and walls, the way the halls seemed to wind on forever. The stairs were uncomfortable, that moving metal box even worse. She got the feeling from the others that, to them, this place was luxurious, but to her, it was like being trapped in an oddly furnished tank, learning things by halves and never quite understanding their true function. That little gadget, the PDA, she'd heard it called, was hard enough to understand without everything else getting in the way.
She was distracted, and so almost didn't hear the sounds of movement from ahead - slight, inaudible to anyone who wasn't trained to hear them. The reavers were supposed to be gone - maybe it was another person she hadn't met yet, or a new arrival. All the same, she put her hand on the sword at her side and made her steps lighter and more cautious as she rounded the corner to the next row of rooms, the movement of a door opening catching her eye.