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entrancelogs2015-06-04 11:23 pm
seesthetruth) wrote in entrancelogs2015-06-04 11:23 pm
[Closed] You're the unbreakable heart
Who: Verity and Evelyn [nascensibility] & Verity and Loki [hashtagging] & Verity and Billy [actualwizard]
Where: Library, 7.3, 7.36
When: 6/3 & 6/4 & 6/4
Rating: Teen (Default)
Summary: Verity seriously needs to learn to defend herself. & Ver is working on Loki's Summer Fashion. & She totally owes someone a thank you but also has an odd request.
The Story:
Evelyn | Library | 6/3
Kaneki had apologised and they'd spoken about the situation and circumstances that had caused the little mishap but that didn't change the fact that she could have easily died if Loki hadn't stepped in. It was a pretty big reality check if she ever had one. She needed to learn to defend herself if something like that happened again. She had no delusions of defeating someone like Kaneki if it happened again, and to be honest, she didn't want to. She just wanted to be able to defend herself without dragging Loki into the mix again. He'd been far too ready to kill for her and it scared her. She wanted to keep him on the path to someone better and pushing him to kill was a step in the very wrong direction. She couldn't be this weak and helpless.
So she retreated to the library. It wasn't an unusual occurrence for her, but she normally kept to the books of pure facts. Her lie detection nagged at her enough here. Science and mathematics were her only retreat. Right now, however, she had a stack of self-defence books. If they made a 'Self-Defence for Dummies' book and the library would let her get her hands on it, she had it. She drew herself back to a corner to keep out of the way and read through several before groaning and letting her head hit one of the books with a huff.
"Reading this stuff and actually doing it are two completely different things..." She muttered in frustration. It wasn't like physics where she could learn the formulas and grasp the theories. No, this would probably take muscle memory, not... memory-memory. "I'm not a damn damsel in distress! I can do this." Good pep-talk, girl. But who are you even talking to?
Loki | 7th Floor Room 3 | 6/4
It was time for a second try at Project: Summer Loki. One that didn't involve nearly dying, anyway. This time she was sans lunch, but instead of books she had something a bit more hands on. She arrived with an arm-full of clothing ranging from Casual Fashion with Bermuda style shorts to Classier Styles. (the latter of which were killer with certain Wiccans, not that she knew this) She also tossed in a lightweight Gothic top to appease his need to be dark and brooding as well as some light and airy Knit type shirts for his long-sleeved desires. She had Other Random things tossed in there from the closet as well.
She managed to shuffle the clothes around in her arms enough to knock on his door. It wasn't even a ten second walk from her door to his, so she hadn't bothered to put much thought into the carrying process. She was just excited to hang out and do actual normal best friend things. No magic heists, no Doom bots, no suddenly too good for Earth-Loki, no game of whack-a-Loki, and no unforgiving snow. Just clothes. So, she knocks twice and waits.
"Are we going to pretend you aren't waiting at the door for me to make sure I actually get here safely?" She muttered at the closed door.
Billy | 7th Floor Room 36 | 6/4
Something had been on her mind for a while now. Wonderland in general gives her a headache and Teddy had suggested Billy could cast some kind of spell on her glasses to filter out the lies, but she didn't want that. She couldn't afford it. If her irritating little power could actually save someone or something or help in any way, she didn't want it completely turned off. But if she could learn to phase it in and out? That would help with the headaches and keep it useful.
But first things first. She stopped and knocked on his door, a Tupperware in her free hand. Hey, she wasn't a master chef like Loki, but she could bake cookies, dammit. Thank you very much, kitchen.
nascensibility] & Verity and Loki [hashtagging] & Verity and Billy [actualwizard]Where: Library, 7.3, 7.36
When: 6/3 & 6/4 & 6/4
Rating: Teen (Default)
Summary: Verity seriously needs to learn to defend herself. & Ver is working on Loki's Summer Fashion. & She totally owes someone a thank you but also has an odd request.
The Story:
Evelyn | Library | 6/3
Kaneki had apologised and they'd spoken about the situation and circumstances that had caused the little mishap but that didn't change the fact that she could have easily died if Loki hadn't stepped in. It was a pretty big reality check if she ever had one. She needed to learn to defend herself if something like that happened again. She had no delusions of defeating someone like Kaneki if it happened again, and to be honest, she didn't want to. She just wanted to be able to defend herself without dragging Loki into the mix again. He'd been far too ready to kill for her and it scared her. She wanted to keep him on the path to someone better and pushing him to kill was a step in the very wrong direction. She couldn't be this weak and helpless.
So she retreated to the library. It wasn't an unusual occurrence for her, but she normally kept to the books of pure facts. Her lie detection nagged at her enough here. Science and mathematics were her only retreat. Right now, however, she had a stack of self-defence books. If they made a 'Self-Defence for Dummies' book and the library would let her get her hands on it, she had it. She drew herself back to a corner to keep out of the way and read through several before groaning and letting her head hit one of the books with a huff.
"Reading this stuff and actually doing it are two completely different things..." She muttered in frustration. It wasn't like physics where she could learn the formulas and grasp the theories. No, this would probably take muscle memory, not... memory-memory. "I'm not a damn damsel in distress! I can do this." Good pep-talk, girl. But who are you even talking to?
Loki | 7th Floor Room 3 | 6/4
It was time for a second try at Project: Summer Loki. One that didn't involve nearly dying, anyway. This time she was sans lunch, but instead of books she had something a bit more hands on. She arrived with an arm-full of clothing ranging from Casual Fashion with Bermuda style shorts to Classier Styles. (the latter of which were killer with certain Wiccans, not that she knew this) She also tossed in a lightweight Gothic top to appease his need to be dark and brooding as well as some light and airy Knit type shirts for his long-sleeved desires. She had Other Random things tossed in there from the closet as well.
She managed to shuffle the clothes around in her arms enough to knock on his door. It wasn't even a ten second walk from her door to his, so she hadn't bothered to put much thought into the carrying process. She was just excited to hang out and do actual normal best friend things. No magic heists, no Doom bots, no suddenly too good for Earth-Loki, no game of whack-a-Loki, and no unforgiving snow. Just clothes. So, she knocks twice and waits.
"Are we going to pretend you aren't waiting at the door for me to make sure I actually get here safely?" She muttered at the closed door.
Billy | 7th Floor Room 36 | 6/4
Something had been on her mind for a while now. Wonderland in general gives her a headache and Teddy had suggested Billy could cast some kind of spell on her glasses to filter out the lies, but she didn't want that. She couldn't afford it. If her irritating little power could actually save someone or something or help in any way, she didn't want it completely turned off. But if she could learn to phase it in and out? That would help with the headaches and keep it useful.
But first things first. She stopped and knocked on his door, a Tupperware in her free hand. Hey, she wasn't a master chef like Loki, but she could bake cookies, dammit. Thank you very much, kitchen.
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