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falnerestate2014-08-23 12:45 pm
bloodsinger) wrote in falnerestate2014-08-23 12:45 pm
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[CLOSED] Maybe I'm a different breed
WHO: Sophie Morgenstern & Segan Brooke
WHAT: New roomie arrives, Sophie is...mostly neutral.
WHERE: Room #102 on the Balamb Dorms.
WHEN: June 12 2066, sometime relatively early during the day.
SAFE FOR WORK? So far, so good.
OTHER NOTES:
[ Sophie had been notified that she would be getting a roommate before classes started. Now that classes were just around the corner, Sophie was pretty sure she would be getting her roommate that very same day.
The room had always felt a little too big for her to be by herself, but still, she hadn't really done much with it; so far it had been a place to go and sleep at night, or to meditate whenever she wanted to be alone with her thoughts...and Sigma. It was a bit surprising, but in the few weeks they had been together things had gone relatively well. The Bloodsinger was quite the old fashioned gentleman (or so he tried) and Sophie...wasn't, so they had their disagreements now and then, but for the most part the whole thing was starting to feel a lot less weird than it initially did. That had to be good, right?
The other reason for Sophie to be in her room was that she could shed off most of her clothes while in there without having to deal with people staring. She didn't even care about the stares (for the most part), but she had never been too keen to have layer upon layer. It had been easier back with her family, as they paid so little attention to her she could wear whatever she wanted, or didn't want to.
Right now? She's sitting cross-legged on a mat, wearing yoga pants and a sports bra; she could be doing that anywhere else but she was just walking around in her underwear not half an hour ago, so really, it's just better that she stays inside. Sigma has long since accepted the fact his vessel likes to get a little light on clothing now and then, although Sophie still gets the impression the Bloodsinger politely "looks away" whenever she does so. Talk about awkward murderous spirit-like beings.
Whatever, she's trying to keep her mind blank. Blank. Blaaaaaaaaank. Not thinking about anything. At all. Totally blank, yes.
It could be going better. ]
WHAT: New roomie arrives, Sophie is...mostly neutral.
WHERE: Room #102 on the Balamb Dorms.
WHEN: June 12 2066, sometime relatively early during the day.
SAFE FOR WORK? So far, so good.
OTHER NOTES:
[ Sophie had been notified that she would be getting a roommate before classes started. Now that classes were just around the corner, Sophie was pretty sure she would be getting her roommate that very same day.
The room had always felt a little too big for her to be by herself, but still, she hadn't really done much with it; so far it had been a place to go and sleep at night, or to meditate whenever she wanted to be alone with her thoughts...and Sigma. It was a bit surprising, but in the few weeks they had been together things had gone relatively well. The Bloodsinger was quite the old fashioned gentleman (or so he tried) and Sophie...wasn't, so they had their disagreements now and then, but for the most part the whole thing was starting to feel a lot less weird than it initially did. That had to be good, right?
The other reason for Sophie to be in her room was that she could shed off most of her clothes while in there without having to deal with people staring. She didn't even care about the stares (for the most part), but she had never been too keen to have layer upon layer. It had been easier back with her family, as they paid so little attention to her she could wear whatever she wanted, or didn't want to.
Right now? She's sitting cross-legged on a mat, wearing yoga pants and a sports bra; she could be doing that anywhere else but she was just walking around in her underwear not half an hour ago, so really, it's just better that she stays inside. Sigma has long since accepted the fact his vessel likes to get a little light on clothing now and then, although Sophie still gets the impression the Bloodsinger politely "looks away" whenever she does so. Talk about awkward murderous spirit-like beings.
Whatever, she's trying to keep her mind blank. Blank. Blaaaaaaaaank. Not thinking about anything. At all. Totally blank, yes.
It could be going better. ]
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[ It'd save her sooooo much trouble. Also, if she looks happier, it's because she is pleasantly surprised that her roomie is not totally weirded out by this Aptitude of hers. ]
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[ Not that Sophie wouldn't prefer to fight, of course. ]
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I have been told that the freak factor could be used to my advantage.
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[ Sophie doesn't really do grossed out, not easily. Heck, she might try to pull something out of Segan herself if given the chance.
Politely and delicately, of course. ]
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[ Which takes a bit of work at times. ]
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[ Segan is enough prove to Sophie that the world is a lot bigger than she could have ever imagined. ]
Sorry if I'm being a little too nosy, I can stop if you want. Or ask back, too.
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[ She actually likes geeking out over these things, ahaha...
Ahem. ]
Right now, I can only go as far as using what I meld to myself as cover, or armor. I can store things too, but I have to bring them out of my body in order to use them properly.
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[ Cue the inevitable mind image of Segan plugged to a computer and being all "I'm afraid can't let you do that, Sophie." ]
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[ She may not be one of them, but she does understand the appeal. People can be so confusing; machines had the tendency to be simple, welcoming creatures once you got their logic. ]