- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- My times are pretty erratic, but I try to avoid being on EST 11pm-9am.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Historical Romance.
"Camping?" Bellanca asked in surprise. That was one thing they had actually never done before. Usually they were just making do with fortifying abandoned buildings, but she followed Atalanta, trusting her to know what to do. She seemed very certain about it. She watched in fascination as the other girl began pulling things from her pack, and offered to help as soon as it seemed like there were things to do. Vedette didn't offer any verbal help, but began working as well, catching on to the process a lot more quickly and intuitively than Bellanca had. At the end of it all, she was gawping up at a beautiful raised tent. It felt kind of like they were children and had just built themselves a treehouse.
Vedette seemed less awed, though also pretty impressed, for her, and she was the first to go up the rope ladder, pack on her back and duffel bag from the motorcycle slung over one shoulder. She had left the motorcycle chained back in the park parking lot, but it usually carried this one duffel bag that carried the rest of their meager possessions that the two girls' simple backpacks couldn't fit. Mostly just winter clothes.
Bellanca climbed up after her and looked around happily. "This is so nice!" She said, "Do you always make this sort of thing?! It's so nice compared to how we usually sleep." A small note of envy entered her voice, which didn't escape Vedette's notice.
As soon as he said go, Arvid jumped forward with a punch. A ballsy move. Or a stupid one. His lips pulled back in an unconscious expression of satisfaction. Arvid's punch was well-grounded, but that also meant his forward momentum was low enough. Even danced to the left with a deft, twisting step, guiding the thrown fist downwards with his left hand and using his right hand to counter with a punch towards the face. He wasn't really expecting it to land, so only planned to dodge farther away as a next step, either way.
He found himself smiling. Even had the most practice and technique with the sword, since one wasn't exactly expected to fight monsters by punching them, but he had always enjoyed hand-to-hand. It came the most naturally, and there was something nice about it not involving a sense of fatal peril that came with slashing at monsters who wanted to kill and occasionally eat you.
Vedette seemed less awed, though also pretty impressed, for her, and she was the first to go up the rope ladder, pack on her back and duffel bag from the motorcycle slung over one shoulder. She had left the motorcycle chained back in the park parking lot, but it usually carried this one duffel bag that carried the rest of their meager possessions that the two girls' simple backpacks couldn't fit. Mostly just winter clothes.
Bellanca climbed up after her and looked around happily. "This is so nice!" She said, "Do you always make this sort of thing?! It's so nice compared to how we usually sleep." A small note of envy entered her voice, which didn't escape Vedette's notice.
As soon as he said go, Arvid jumped forward with a punch. A ballsy move. Or a stupid one. His lips pulled back in an unconscious expression of satisfaction. Arvid's punch was well-grounded, but that also meant his forward momentum was low enough. Even danced to the left with a deft, twisting step, guiding the thrown fist downwards with his left hand and using his right hand to counter with a punch towards the face. He wasn't really expecting it to land, so only planned to dodge farther away as a next step, either way.
He found himself smiling. Even had the most practice and technique with the sword, since one wasn't exactly expected to fight monsters by punching them, but he had always enjoyed hand-to-hand. It came the most naturally, and there was something nice about it not involving a sense of fatal peril that came with slashing at monsters who wanted to kill and occasionally eat you.