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one foot in front of the other, one foot back to counter it
Who: Leto Atreides 2 (
goldenpathredux), Meryl Strife (
bernardelli), OPEN to anyone who might be at the ruins
What: mutual angst about missing their deserts
When: Friday, late afternoon
Where: the desert ruins
Summary: Leto's taken an interest in the "power plants" from Meryl's homeworld. Meryl's come out to the desert to inform him and recover from her cold
Rating: PG13
The place reminded Leto of Jacurutu. Embedded in the walls were circular patterns, a code even his considerable religous expertise could not puzzle out, ancient oil lamps long since burnt out and the thick scent of secrets. It was an eerie place, undoubtedly, but Leto felt more at home here than anywhere else inside the Malnosso's bubble.
He sat crosslegged on the second floor of the steps, in meditation, trying to puzzle out the secrets of this place. The dry desert wind played over him, rejuvenating him. He could almost forget what the Malnosso had done to him the other day. Almost.
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What: mutual angst about missing their deserts
When: Friday, late afternoon
Where: the desert ruins
Summary: Leto's taken an interest in the "power plants" from Meryl's homeworld. Meryl's come out to the desert to inform him and recover from her cold
Rating: PG13
The place reminded Leto of Jacurutu. Embedded in the walls were circular patterns, a code even his considerable religous expertise could not puzzle out, ancient oil lamps long since burnt out and the thick scent of secrets. It was an eerie place, undoubtedly, but Leto felt more at home here than anywhere else inside the Malnosso's bubble.
He sat crosslegged on the second floor of the steps, in meditation, trying to puzzle out the secrets of this place. The dry desert wind played over him, rejuvenating him. He could almost forget what the Malnosso had done to him the other day. Almost.
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Though, she was fairly sure Leto would agree to the arrangement.
She was lucky to be good with direction, when she wasn't under stress, and soon found herself approaching the ruins, relieved to see Leto seated on the steps. It meant she'd found the right place.
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look who's talking, ranty mcwormstein
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brain is back. late though. X|
Re: brain is back. late though. X|
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