Nyssa is not (notmrsqueen) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-03-12 14:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, garin braden (fearsthesword), ~2018 march, ~25 points, ~~nyssa al ghul (notmrsqueen) |
Who: Nyssa al Ghul and Garin Braden
What: A random meeting
Where: Taco Bell/Alley
When: Evening
Why: Because we're amusing ourselves?
Warnings: TBD
Status: in progress, closed
Nyssa al Ghul was tired of not knowing what the fuck she was doing with her life. She had no idea, no motivation, no directions. It was something she wasn't used to. And while she loved Sara, she couldn't imagine herself at Verdant all the time. She couldn't imagine herself at some of the gyms, either, knowing she was likely to do something stupid. Or get too into it and forget herself. It was frustrating because it wasn't like her to be so lost. She kicked something across the sidewalk and sighed. She had gone out in her league gear - minus the bow and arrows, though she had knives tucked away on her person - boots, bodice and more. She was anything but unarmed. She moved through the shadows, stalking into the night, as if she belonged there. She ducked into an alley where she'd heard some noises. A few minutes later she'd slip from the alley, the place suddenly quiet. Nyssa didn't like stupid thugs who preyed on truly innocent. She had a moral code. They didn't fit into her morals, a little streak of blood dotted her cheek, she didn't notice. Her hands were stuffed into her pockets, though, and she was looking a little more pleased with herself. As she turned a corner past the Taco Bell and almost ran into someone. She skipped backwards a foot, one hand sliding from her pocket, the hilt of something flashed before she slid her hand back in. "Apologies." mostly, anyway. Sort of. She had a slight accent, hard to place, really, and in the light her freckles stood out. Well that and the blood on her cheek. Oops? |