[It's dark. Pleasant, not too warm and not too cold, with a light breeze blowing. Wherever you are, it seems like the kind of calm place where you could just sit back and relax all aftern --
There's a voice. A little girl's voice. And a finger confidently pokes your forehead.]
Are you going to sleep all day?? Wake up! Wake up wake up waaaaake uuuup!
[The girl is roughly ten, with brown eyes and shoulder-length chestnut hair. A bit of hair at the top of her head persistently sticks upwards, sort of like an adorable cowlick. She isn't waiting for your response, proceeding to pinch your cheeks and smoosh your face obnoxiously.
... What an impatient brat.
If you bother to open your eyes (which you should, because who knows what lengths a bratty ten year old will go to to get attention?????), you'll find yourself on the ground, leaned up against the stone wall of a courtyard. In front of you is a large stone building. Those from the Silver Court lands, or who have at least traveled through, may recognize the large-ish-town-small-ish-city as being located there.
That girl in her plain dress will stop harassing you, instead choosing to point dramatically.
(There's a heavy, invisible, uncomfortable weight settling on your shoulders when you look at her.)]
We've got soooo much investigation to do today! So let's go! We haven't checked the spooky abandoned house up on the hill! Or or, there's that lady over on the east side by the river! People say she's a witch, so maybe she can help!
((A. The spooky house comes with CWs: dissection of a child (no eye, teeth, nail stuff), murder. B. The Witch is the cute fluffy option with CATS.))
Winter Games.
[Sports have never really been Yuri's thing, even before when he was somewhat healthy. Nowadays with his brain injury he has absolutely no hope in participating in most of the activities aside from thrall curling, but that's one activity he's pointedly avoiding. Instead, he's reluctantly parked himself in the stands of a hockey game instead, his crutch next to him.
He doesn't want to be here. It's cold, the frigid air is causing his head ache, the snow and ice make it hard to get around, and he's surrounded by people. It's a lot of his least favourite things all bundled together to make for one exceptionally miserable experience, but he isn't just up and leaving.
"This is a good opportunity to see how vampires combine physical strength and dexterity with strategy. Go observe and then we'll see how you can apply this data elsewhere."
Ugh. His Maker's an asshole.
So there he is, chin in one hand as he glares down at the rink, sounding fed up with everything as he grumbles under his breath.]
Those fuckers are playing too defensively. 1-2-2? What nonsense. If they want a chance at winning they're going to have to switch to an aggressive forecheck to get ahold of the puck.
Library.
((CW: symptoms of a traumatic brain injury.))
[Yuri can often be found in the library when he isn't attending classes or sleeping back in his room. In fact, those are basically the only three places he ever goes because being sociable is a ridiculous thing other people do, not him, so. The library it is.
He's commandeered one of the tables, crutch leaning against it, and filled it with books on the most boring subjects imaginable (math, vampiric philosophy, a bit of history), though he isn't actually reading the one that's open in front of him. No, he's got his head in one hand, a pained grimace on his face as he frantically scribbles something down in a book. Not a full-sized notebook for class, more like a little pocket book you'd keep on yourself for reminders and lists. This looks like a little more than someone bored with studying.]
Wildcard.
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Yuri (Accelerator) | A Certain Magical Index | Silver | Novice (first season) | TDM
[It's dark. Pleasant, not too warm and not too cold, with a light breeze blowing. Wherever you are, it seems like the kind of calm place where you could just sit back and relax all aftern --
There's a voice. A little girl's voice. And a finger confidently pokes your forehead.]
Are you going to sleep all day?? Wake up! Wake up wake up waaaaake uuuup!
[The girl is roughly ten, with brown eyes and shoulder-length chestnut hair. A bit of hair at the top of her head persistently sticks upwards, sort of like an adorable cowlick. She isn't waiting for your response, proceeding to pinch your cheeks and smoosh your face obnoxiously.
... What an impatient brat.
If you bother to open your eyes (which you should, because who knows what lengths a bratty ten year old will go to to get attention?????), you'll find yourself on the ground, leaned up against the stone wall of a courtyard. In front of you is a large stone building. Those from the Silver Court lands, or who have at least traveled through, may recognize the large-ish-town-small-ish-city as being located there.
That girl in her plain dress will stop harassing you, instead choosing to point dramatically.
(There's a heavy, invisible, uncomfortable weight settling on your shoulders when you look at her.)]
We've got soooo much investigation to do today! So let's go! We haven't checked the spooky abandoned house up on the hill! Or or, there's that lady over on the east side by the river! People say she's a witch, so maybe she can help!
((A. The spooky house comes with CWs: dissection of a child (no eye, teeth, nail stuff), murder. B. The Witch is the cute fluffy option with CATS.))
[Sports have never really been Yuri's thing, even before when he was somewhat healthy. Nowadays with his brain injury he has absolutely no hope in participating in most of the activities aside from thrall curling, but that's one activity he's pointedly avoiding. Instead, he's reluctantly parked himself in the stands of a hockey game instead, his crutch next to him.
He doesn't want to be here. It's cold, the frigid air is causing his head ache, the snow and ice make it hard to get around, and he's surrounded by people. It's a lot of his least favourite things all bundled together to make for one exceptionally miserable experience, but he isn't just up and leaving.
"This is a good opportunity to see how vampires combine physical strength and dexterity with strategy. Go observe and then we'll see how you can apply this data elsewhere."
Ugh. His Maker's an asshole.
So there he is, chin in one hand as he glares down at the rink, sounding fed up with everything as he grumbles under his breath.]
Those fuckers are playing too defensively. 1-2-2? What nonsense. If they want a chance at winning they're going to have to switch to an aggressive forecheck to get ahold of the puck.
((CW: symptoms of a traumatic brain injury.))
[Yuri can often be found in the library when he isn't attending classes or sleeping back in his room. In fact, those are basically the only three places he ever goes because being sociable is a ridiculous thing other people do, not him, so. The library it is.
He's commandeered one of the tables, crutch leaning against it, and filled it with books on the most boring subjects imaginable (math, vampiric philosophy, a bit of history), though he isn't actually reading the one that's open in front of him. No, he's got his head in one hand, a pained grimace on his face as he frantically scribbles something down in a book. Not a full-sized notebook for class, more like a little pocket book you'd keep on yourself for reminders and lists. This looks like a little more than someone bored with studying.]
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