it's a lovely home, in the calm and quiet, with so much open sky above it. not the claustrophobia of tokyo-f, not the cramped spaces of the lab. and here she is, still covered in her own oily blood. it would smell lovely, were it not for the chemical-iron tang of her own mess cutting unpleasantly through the flowers.
she's never really belonged in a place like this.
... and she wasn't going to ruin it for cobalt now, no matter what exactly it was waiting in there. she contents herself with watching, for a time, before she turns to leave again. ]
Re: Power Plant
it's a lovely home, in the calm and quiet, with so much open sky above it. not the claustrophobia of tokyo-f, not the cramped spaces of the lab. and here she is, still covered in her own oily blood. it would smell lovely, were it not for the chemical-iron tang of her own mess cutting unpleasantly through the flowers.
she's never really belonged in a place like this.
... and she wasn't going to ruin it for cobalt now, no matter what exactly it was waiting in there. she contents herself with watching, for a time, before she turns to leave again. ]