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sirenspull_logs2012-05-24 04:19 pm
horsepower) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-24 04:19 pm
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i've got this friend, i don't think you know her
Who: Equius Zahhak & Nepeta Leijon
When: Night, hours after the sirens; continued from this network post
Where: The baseball diamond
Summary: A very meowrail reunion. Possibly involving darkness critters, oh dear.
[For all the stress Equius put on Nepeta about being careful and stealthy in her trek back to the diamond apparently does not apply to him. He's has probably alerted every shadow fiend in the area with his STRONG jumps from roof to roof (or at least shook some dry wall down onto the heads of innocent occupants).
He lands in the middle of the baseball field in a cloud of dirt and when it settles, it sticks to his sweat-wet hair and skin and shirt like paste. Glorious. Equius hisses and does his best to scrub it off his face with a towel plucked from his sylladex. It will no neither of them any good if his eyes are clouded with muck. Equius slings the dirtied towel over his shoulder and narrows his eyes into the darkness, before he cups his hands around his mouth and shouts.]
Nepeta?
When: Night, hours after the sirens; continued from this network post
Where: The baseball diamond
Summary: A very meowrail reunion. Possibly involving darkness critters, oh dear.
[For all the stress Equius put on Nepeta about being careful and stealthy in her trek back to the diamond apparently does not apply to him. He's has probably alerted every shadow fiend in the area with his STRONG jumps from roof to roof (or at least shook some dry wall down onto the heads of innocent occupants).
He lands in the middle of the baseball field in a cloud of dirt and when it settles, it sticks to his sweat-wet hair and skin and shirt like paste. Glorious. Equius hisses and does his best to scrub it off his face with a towel plucked from his sylladex. It will no neither of them any good if his eyes are clouded with muck. Equius slings the dirtied towel over his shoulder and narrows his eyes into the darkness, before he cups his hands around his mouth and shouts.]
Nepeta?