shslancer: (Echoes of Daybreak)
Nephenee ([personal profile] shslancer) wrote in [community profile] guestronpa 2015-09-29 05:50 am (UTC)

[Normally Nephenee would be awake before now with before dawn's first light, but since she'd just gotten back from a mission with her lancer trainees, her Ma and siblings had told her that they'd take care of morning chores, and that she should sleep in a little. Which...meant sleeping until about 7 am anyway.

Yes, that's Neph's version of 'sleeping in'. Farm girl and soldier to the bone.

So it was that she'd been slowly stirring already when that awful noise started, causing her to jump up in an adrenaline-fueled tizzy, almost outright punching the clock. Her hand stopped before it connected, though, and she stared at it, her brain now registering it as a clock. Which got her to turn around and stare at the rest of the room, because her home did not have that sort of clock. Didn't have any of this stuff, really, which confused the daylights out of her. She called for her family, students, but no one answered, and so, after searching the cabin for a bit, she concluded that A) this was no dream B) she wasn't in Crimea anymore. Quite possibly not in Tellius, either, with this strange device, that she didn't have a clue about. Deciding to take it with her, though, she knew she needed to figure out where she was.

So it is, trying to find the Mess Hall and figure out where she is, that she looks around; it's not hard at all to spot her. In fact, standing six foot in her full armor (why was she even asleep in that??), though sans her lances or shield, with her long green hair and longer legs and the way she carefully looks around as she goes, like she's waiting for something to pop up and attack at any second, she kind of sticks out like a sore thumb.
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Mess hall...mess hall...gotta be somewheres...

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