Struggling Mry 2
Apr. 28th, 2013 11:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
1)
[Vlaska is... upset. To say the least. No not moping. And his regression hasn't gotten anywhere as bad as it did previously. No. He's geniunely upset. Like someone jabbing an old would with a hot poker and laughing all the while.]
Ffffffft....
[That Russian General. The one that had pushed Vlaska to a berserk rage... not only that, had ordered his men to kill everyone present. Just because Vlaska turned up. Just what on earth happened back there?]
2) [Mingle]
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3)

[Vlaska's sitting in the arboretum. Somehow he managed to find his way there without his map and without losing his way. He's propped up a picture against a tree.]
[It was a picture of his old team...]
[Genya frowning as Maksim was flailing about - a large scarf tangled about his face, Germogen merely leaning against a wall and watching Lev and Akilina balance each other precariously on a pile of chairs... and Natasha, a gentle smile on her face - holding Vlaska and standing next to an old man who was no doubt her father.]
[He doesn't look sad... rather... Nostalgic. He doesn't remember much about the day that the photo was taken... but he remembered how he felt.]
[Bother the kitty?]
[Vlaska is... upset. To say the least. No not moping. And his regression hasn't gotten anywhere as bad as it did previously. No. He's geniunely upset. Like someone jabbing an old would with a hot poker and laughing all the while.]
Ffffffft....
[That Russian General. The one that had pushed Vlaska to a berserk rage... not only that, had ordered his men to kill everyone present. Just because Vlaska turned up. Just what on earth happened back there?]
2) [Mingle]
( Read more... )
3)
[Vlaska's sitting in the arboretum. Somehow he managed to find his way there without his map and without losing his way. He's propped up a picture against a tree.]
[It was a picture of his old team...]
[Genya frowning as Maksim was flailing about - a large scarf tangled about his face, Germogen merely leaning against a wall and watching Lev and Akilina balance each other precariously on a pile of chairs... and Natasha, a gentle smile on her face - holding Vlaska and standing next to an old man who was no doubt her father.]
[He doesn't look sad... rather... Nostalgic. He doesn't remember much about the day that the photo was taken... but he remembered how he felt.]
[Bother the kitty?]