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conflictresolution) wrote2023-08-09 07:54 pm
conflictresolution) wrote2023-08-09 07:54 pm
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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
[Text | Voice | Video | In-Person]
"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
[Text | Voice | Video | In-Person]
That wouldn't happen. There is no one anywhere that would try to take me from you.
Imprisonment is hardly more than a temporary separation.
I will never forsake you no matter where I am.
Is that so? I had to lift a glass towards the smoking ruins of the city hall, that's all.
My lungs will definitely be the first organ to fail me.
Considering we may all be in shackles within the hour, perhaps we should celebrate the fall of city hall.
(jinx shuts her eyes as he tells the story, focusing on the details of how the boy in the legend may look like. she imagines zaun and the mines, and can picture them both perfectly, as if she was there just yesterday. the city of iron and glass had its downside... a lot of downsides. but she can't help but to feel nostalgic for her former home. and although their people were rough and rugged, some of them did care for one another -- whether they were related by blood or not. the tale itself she had heard a few times in her youth, and each time the narrator put their own little spin on how it went. but jinx never really questioned just which part of it were true, because as erratic as she is, she enjoys stories.
the shimmer within her bloodstream settles, and jinx carefully unravels herself. her vision, while still a bit hazy, is returning, and she is able to move around with the discomfort being mild. as promised, jinx leaps down from her perch and lands rather clumsily on his desk -- some of his papers spilling or crumbling underneath her weight. the teenager blinks rapidly while trying to center her eyesight, seeing a somewhat blurry version of her father just a few feet away. )
the shimmer within her bloodstream settles, and jinx carefully unravels herself. her vision, while still a bit hazy, is returning, and she is able to move around with the discomfort being mild. as promised, jinx leaps down from her perch and lands rather clumsily on his desk -- some of his papers spilling or crumbling underneath her weight. the teenager blinks rapidly while trying to center her eyesight, seeing a somewhat blurry version of her father just a few feet away. )
Who is to say Jerry wasn't inside the building when it was destroyed?
Perhaps the Council has something worse in store for him.
Perhaps the Council has something worse in store for him.
Simply a hole that is difficult to look into I have heard.
[By the time his story had come to an end, he had a feeling that she was in a better place. Shimmer was effective that way, which was good in this case especially. He wanted her to be safe and secure again, and he was certain of giving into her request had been the necessary distraction.
Once she came down from the rafters to his desk, he moved closer to her to be certain that she wasn't going to pitch off of the furniture. He ignored the papers and instead set his hands on either side of her legs and put himself right into her radar in hopes that her vision would clear.]
Are you alright, Jinx?
Once she came down from the rafters to his desk, he moved closer to her to be certain that she wasn't going to pitch off of the furniture. He ignored the papers and instead set his hands on either side of her legs and put himself right into her radar in hopes that her vision would clear.]
Are you alright, Jinx?
If it remains, it will require investigation.
( blinking slowly now and able to see silco more transparently given the short distance, she nods soundlessly to his ask. but all the while, her body is telling a different story entirely. physically, her forearms and limbs are glowing with freshly bloodstained scratch marks, with the case of the bouncy legs too.
she feels as if she can just leap to her feet and do laps around their home about fifty times, and her body is screaming for her to stop resting and burn off all of this adrenaline that's festering. however the contrast is her expression, she looks a little emotionally drained from the intense ache she had to endure. and to think there's still so much day left to go through. steadily, she leans forward and a little side way -- letting her head rest against his arm as her foot rub against her other ankle to soothe yet another itch. )
she feels as if she can just leap to her feet and do laps around their home about fifty times, and her body is screaming for her to stop resting and burn off all of this adrenaline that's festering. however the contrast is her expression, she looks a little emotionally drained from the intense ache she had to endure. and to think there's still so much day left to go through. steadily, she leans forward and a little side way -- letting her head rest against his arm as her foot rub against her other ankle to soothe yet another itch. )
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