Midday Crisis (Limen)
Nov 26, 2016 16:01:55 GMT -7
Post by Limen on Nov 26, 2016 16:01:55 GMT -7
“You could’ve hidden that you had powers, though, couldn’t’ve you?” Limen tilted her head to rest it on her fist and gave him a sly wink. “Pretended like you didn’t and continued to live a normal civ life with the added benefit of not having to reach for the remote. Difference is your powers just gave you efficient means of stumbling into crime, but no one made you put on that mask, did they? No one made you keep it on, either. Probably would’ve been safer not to, as far as dragons are concerned. Safer even than just being an average normal person. After all, civs don’t have to fight dragons, they just have to run. Your powers would have made you very good at running.”
Limen was being a tease, and in doing so had leaned in and let her voice drop. Humming to herself, she sat up and looked up, tapping her fingers absently on the concrete.
“It does suit my terrible lifestyle choices, doesn’t it?” She mused cheerfully. “What other occupation can you get away with stealing crackers from food shipments and make trespassing on people’s roofs the equivalent of mattress shopping?” Renewing her wide grin and eye contact, she continued, “You’re wondering reasoning number one, that was a little bit of who I knew, a little bit of opportunism, and a little bit the newspapers thought I was and I thought it was funny.” Limen chuckled. “Sticking with it, well, I didn’t grow up here, obviously. After I left, I didn’t have a lot to go back to. After I stopped wearing a mask, I couldn’t go back even if I wanted to. Can’t really settle down into anything but a crazy mountain hermit either, and I think I’m a little young for that roll still. No one’ll take my moss hair seriously unless it’s good and old person-white.”
Limen stretched her arms in front of her, and then let them come to rest behind her head. “Plus it used to be a lot easier.” She grunted, rolling backwards onto her back. “You Emerald City supers? You guys are strong. A lot stronger than what I’m used to, and you just keep getting more powerful. Didn’t used to feel like an old person trying to keep up with the young folks at a sporting event.”
Limen was being a tease, and in doing so had leaned in and let her voice drop. Humming to herself, she sat up and looked up, tapping her fingers absently on the concrete.
“It does suit my terrible lifestyle choices, doesn’t it?” She mused cheerfully. “What other occupation can you get away with stealing crackers from food shipments and make trespassing on people’s roofs the equivalent of mattress shopping?” Renewing her wide grin and eye contact, she continued, “You’re wondering reasoning number one, that was a little bit of who I knew, a little bit of opportunism, and a little bit the newspapers thought I was and I thought it was funny.” Limen chuckled. “Sticking with it, well, I didn’t grow up here, obviously. After I left, I didn’t have a lot to go back to. After I stopped wearing a mask, I couldn’t go back even if I wanted to. Can’t really settle down into anything but a crazy mountain hermit either, and I think I’m a little young for that roll still. No one’ll take my moss hair seriously unless it’s good and old person-white.”
Limen stretched her arms in front of her, and then let them come to rest behind her head. “Plus it used to be a lot easier.” She grunted, rolling backwards onto her back. “You Emerald City supers? You guys are strong. A lot stronger than what I’m used to, and you just keep getting more powerful. Didn’t used to feel like an old person trying to keep up with the young folks at a sporting event.”