A little left of center [Active]

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Character(s): Naja, anyone daring to get near her
Content: Apparently Naja's been up to... something. Now she's returning...
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Week 16, late afternoon
Warnings: ... a touchy mithra? :D; Spish BSing




Covered in murk and weeds, President Naja Salaheem drags her feet back through Vanaheim Gate - a force to be reckoned with. Her Morgenstern hangs loosely from one pruney hand, spiked end nearly dragging against the ground. The Paixaoan guards ease carefully away from her and she sways side to side passed them.

Her eyes are only aimed straight ahead. She looks as though she hasn't slept much, and every inch of her is disheveled. She pauses once she's within the city again, rolling her along her shoulders to unstick her pigtails that had plastered themselves to skin. Her gaze lingers on the dome roof, and with a groan, she drops her Morgenstern from her grip and then flops down to the ground after it, her tail curling around an ankle.

She sits in place, unmoving, and by the looks of it, she didn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

"I need a stiff drrrink," she drawls. An ear twitches. She reaches up to a shoulder and tries to brush away some of the weeds that still cling to her, flicking away some flecks of sand along with them. Naja lets out a low scoff, stretches, and then settles once more.

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[theansweris4.livejournal.com]

Why, precisely, Reno happens to be there is, yet again, anyone's guess. But one way or another, he's there and managing to not wrinkle his nose at the mess in front of him. Having to go on missions down in the sewers of Midgar will do that to a person.

"Think ya might need a shower first, yo."

The bars probably wouldn't let a mess of weeds and grime in, right?

[a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com]

((*surfaces quite the same as Naja*))

Naja groans and looks up at the tuff of red and then her vision clears and she recognizes Reno. She remembers to glare at him, still caring at least some about her dignity. Even if it may not look like it right now.

"No, I'm thinkin' a drink is still winning. Tch." Although what it really depended on which was closer. What gate was she at again? Vanaheim? Heh. Which meant the Cheap Prayer was closer than Carta Para Ti.

[theansweris4.livejournal.com]

While Reno noticed the glare, he promptly paid absolutely no attention to it. He got worse from Tseng on a good day, and the effect was somewhat lessened by the mess anyway. Or that was what he'd claim. The truth may have been something else entirely.

"Long as you don't mind possibly gettin' turned down at the door," he answered with a shrug.

[a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com]

((ffff sorry *at least is coming off hiatus*))

She drags herself up to her feet, wavers slightly, then staggers towards him, directing a finger at him. "No one would dare turn me away! I'm Prrresident Naja Salaheem, and don't you forget it!" But she wasn't looking much like a president right now, and after getting close enough to do some damage to him, she collapses back to the ground.

"Ugh..." she moans, lifting up a hand to rub it at her neck, only to pull away a string of weeds. "Alright, alright," Naja murmurs, shaking off the weeds that tangled around her hand, cringing. "So drinkin' is losing. Fine."

[theansweris4.livejournal.com]

While Reno is well aware of the fact that she could hurt him if she wanted to, he takes a gamble on her not actually doing so right now. Thankfully, he's right, although he has the presence of mind to not actually comment on it. He's fond of pushing people, yes, but only as far as he thinks he can get away with, and he's not as familiar with her as he is with some people (who shall here remain unnamed).

"Kinda thought it might, yo."

[a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com]

Naja scoffs, but for a moment doesn't say anything more. This is pathetic. And to be this weak in front of one of her potential-Sentinels of all people? Sheesh! This was terrible.

She lets out a sigh and settles back, looking up at him. "Well fine, what exactly have you been up to then? Slackin' off in the city?"

[theansweris4.livejournal.com]

Slacking off? Far from it. He'd been enjoying a well-deserved vacation, just as he'd been since Rufus had left. And if that happened to look like slacking it wasn't his fault.

"Been keepin' an eye on things, mostly."