[ If the tension from burning Ilde's garden is supposed to linger in the air, Petre's ignoring it completely. There wasn't much left to do on-site when he first woke up in the Nest, but this - this is his first mission for it. It doesn't feel like the first time he and Diana worked for the Devil; it's so much more organized and there are actual orders and plans to be followed rather than just winging it. He knows he can't just run in and start biting people. Or stabbing them. Or shooting them. So that's different.
Feel free to tell him to stop thinking about maiming. And to stop biting his nails. ]
III. [ While the mind link wakes them up, some might actually be able to hear Petre groaning like a child being rushed to go to school. ]
Ugh, really?
[ He has to drag himself, but eventually he manages to look put together. He tries to adjust the jacket over his shoulders and arms. It's kinda big for a kid with normal enough shoulders but scrawny arms, but passing by a reflection he realizes that he quite likes this kind of fashion. He should have tried it back home; he could certainly get away with it. Right? Tell him he's right.
Somewhere during the rally he gets handed a flyer about some arcade place that just has a lot of 'fight' in the text. He's interested, so he goes to tug on your jacket for your attention. ]
petre dodrescu, ota
[ If the tension from burning Ilde's garden is supposed to linger in the air, Petre's ignoring it completely. There wasn't much left to do on-site when he first woke up in the Nest, but this - this is his first mission for it. It doesn't feel like the first time he and Diana worked for the Devil; it's so much more organized and there are actual orders and plans to be followed rather than just winging it. He knows he can't just run in and start biting people. Or stabbing them. Or shooting them. So that's different.
Feel free to tell him to stop thinking about maiming. And to stop biting his nails. ]
III.
[ While the mind link wakes them up, some might actually be able to hear Petre groaning like a child being rushed to go to school. ]
Ugh, really?
[ He has to drag himself, but eventually he manages to look put together. He tries to adjust the jacket over his shoulders and arms. It's kinda big for a kid with normal enough shoulders but scrawny arms, but passing by a reflection he realizes that he quite likes this kind of fashion. He should have tried it back home; he could certainly get away with it. Right? Tell him he's right.
Somewhere during the rally he gets handed a flyer about some arcade place that just has a lot of 'fight' in the text. He's interested, so he goes to tug on your jacket for your attention. ]
Hey, this looks cool. Let's go.
[ Mission what mission. ]