[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qFC355N.png?2[/img][/center][hr][hr][right][sub][color=1a7b30][b]Location:[/b] Outside the Storage Room >> the Telescope Room @ The Crows' Nest[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=007236][b]Date:[/b] February 23, 2057[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=00746b][b]Time:[/b] 09:52[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=0076a3][b]Interactions:[/b] Cerise [@Medili], Akaia [@Exit], Vincent, Ajax (mentioned)[/color][/sub][/right][hr][hr]
Lysandra felt a twinge in her arm and that was it. She'd loaded all of her stuff, done all of her prep, and now she was just helping out of the goodness of her heart and maybe a slight sense of inadequacy. Her body was telling her that it had had enough and she needed to listen to it. [color=7FFFD4][i]Goddamned lucky revenants,[/i][/color] she grumbled inwardly, [color=7FFFD4][i]never aging.[/i][/color] She was on the wrong side of thirty now and the notion that she would start declining physically often nibbled away at the edges of her confidence. She finished with the bag she was loading and backed gingerly away from the van, rubbing at her bicep and grimacing slightly.

That's about when she noticed Cerise: another less-than-super-physical specimen also pitching in. They caught each other's eyes for a moment.

Cerise had already finished all her personal prep as well. Upon noticing Lysandra, she unsurprisingly immediately greeted her with her usual big warm smile on her face. [color=DE3163][b]"Oh, hi Lys! Are you done with your preparations? Do you need any help? I'm done, so I can give you some hands if you want!"[/b][/color]

[color=7FFFD4][i]God, girl, how are so cheerful all the time?[/i][/color] Lys arched an eyebrow. [color=7FFFD4][b]"I dunno, can you get rid of the lactic acid in my arms? 'Cause that'd be nice."[/b][/color] She snorted, but paired it with a faint smile. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Nah, I'm good, sis, and as done with this as you are."[/b][/color] She rolled her shoulder a bit. It was nothing. She was fine. [color=7FFFD4][i]Thank God.[/i][/color] the last thing that she needed was a pull or a sprain. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Wanna head over to the scope room? Get the best seats?"[/b][/color] she joked.

Cerise giggled lightly in response to Lysandra's remark. [color=DE3163][b]"If only I could. Unfortunately, all I can do is reduce the amount of iron in your body instead~"[/b][/color] She stuck her tongue out slightly at that, feeling a little bit mischievous. [color=DE3163][b]"Anyways, sounds like a good idea to me! I think the general preparations are already done and everyone just need to finish their personal preps now. So let's go~"[/b][/color] Finishing her words with a nod, Cerise then started walking to head to their destination.

Lysandra grinned. Cerise was not without wit, and there wasn't a barb there like there usually was with Ajax. She rolled alongside her friend, not bothering to avoid the tiles this time. It was a goofy habit, like a kid avoiding cracks in the sidewalk or purposely jumping from puddle to puddle, not that [i]Cerise[/i] would ever be critical. It was nice to have people like that, who were just reliably... nice. A part of Lys wished that [i]she[/i] could be that way. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Well, even if they're not,"[/b][/color] she tossed out there, [color=7FFFD4][b]"that new guy will handle things..."[/b][/color] she knew his name, of course, but didn't want to make like she cared too much. That could be embarrassing. She lowered her voice. [color=7FFFD4][b]"If he doesn't break all our gear somehow."[/b][/color]

Cerise walked beside Lysandra as they talked, a bag of supplies carried on her left shoulder while her rifle hung on her right shoulder. [color=DE3163][b]"'That new guy'?"[/b][/color] Cerise contemplated it briefly, before she quickly realized who Lysandra meant. [color=DE3163][b]"Oh, you must be talking about Vincent then."[/b][/color] She giggled again as she was also aware of how careless Vincent could be with things despite only knowing him for a few days. [color=DE3163][b]"True, I suppose. Still, he definitely seems nice enough!"[/b][/color]

Lys nibbled her bottom lip for a second, trying to gauge Cerise's tone. That was the problem when someone was so damned [i]nice[/i] all of the time. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Oh, he's definitely... nice,"[/b][/color] she replied lightly, keeping her tone neutral enough that she could maintain plausible deniability. Eyes quick as a wisp, she spared a glace in her friend's direction before flicking some hair over her shoulder and continuing on.

Being especially empathic, Cerise noticed the nuance of how Lysandra spoke her words. She glanced at Lysandra in return, still with a smile on her face. [color=DE3163][b]"You sound like you wanted to say something, Lys. Anything on your mind? You know I'm always up to listen if you have some worries or such that you want to let out!"[/b][/color]

What Cerise had just said effectively translated to, [color=DE3163]"hehe, we can [i]totally[/i] talk about him,"[/color] just... in Cerise language. Lys kept her voice low. AB revenants had good hearing. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Okay, like... am I wrong in thinking that he's hot? I mean... those arms. That jawline. [i]Sis...[/i]"[/b][/color] Blushing and smirking at the same time, she made a chef's kiss gesture. She reached down for her wheels after a moment and sighed, deflating a little bit. [color=7FFFD4][b]"But such an idiot."[/b][/color] She rolled her eyes.

Soon enough, they arrived at the Telescope & Strategy Room, entering as they kept on their gossip-y conversation. [color=DE3163][b]"Hmmmm. Well, to be honest-"[/b][/color] Cerise started saying while also keeping her voice low like Lysandra [color=DE3163][b]"-I kind of get what you're saying. He is handsome, huh? But yes. Umm, it seems like he's more the physical type than the thinking type, hehe."[/b][/color] She then sat down on a chair before continuing with her words. [color=DE3163][b]"Then again, I suppose that's also a part of his character; what's making him unique? Ahaha."[/b][/color]

Lys pulled to a stop beside Cerise and a bit forward of her, clicking her brakes into place. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Girl, someday I'm gonna get you to say something [i]not[/i] incredibly nice."[/b][/color] She grinned. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Not today, though, looks like."[/b][/color] She leaned forward, resting her elbows and forearms on the map table's cool stone surface and her chin, in turn, on them. [color=7FFFD4][b]"So hot,"[/b][/color] she murmured to herself. [color=7FFFD4][b]"So dumb."[/b][/color] It was right about then that she noticed Akaia at the opposite end of the table, dressed and ready to go, and she realized that the latter part of her statement may just have served as a self-description. She'd been so in her own head. That wasn't like her at [i]all.[/i] Lysandra sat right back up, unlocking her brakes and half-turning. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Oh, hey there, Akaia."[/b][/color] She tried to suppress a blush, but it was hopeless. [color=7FFFD4][b]"[i]You[/i] sure got here early!"[/b][/color]
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