Harley Quyn
Character
After searching for years, Harley was finally close to finding Valashu. A lot had happened to her since she last saw him, and she learned through her searches of him that a lot had happened to him as well. She had gotten word that he lost a limb, that he hadn't been seen for a long while, due to the extent of his injuries. The closer she got, the more confused she was, though happiness and excitement were felt as well.
Harley readied herself, donning her suit, her boots, her cloak. Finally, after storing her flask inside her inner cloak pocket and taking her favorite red and black axes from her weaponry shelving, she was in her ship and on the way to yet another place where she was told that Val was potentially staying - or held - currently. Hopefully he's really there, she thought, thinking of the several other times she was told he's been found and she went to where she was told he was, only to be disappointed by the lack of a healing Val.
Arriving in the middle of the night was always the best thing, she thought upon entry. Nobody bothering you, nothing to deal with aside from the search itself. Though there were a few people she talked with after landing and arriving, she was pleased with the fact there were only a few. And they had been busy and distracted, just the was she liked 'em. As the elevator doors opened, she got more anxious, and it was hard to remind herself not to get her hopes up again, in case another disappointment was around the corner. But the closer she got, the happier she got, because the more she could tell that it was actually him, she had finally found Valashu. He had indeed lost an arm, but considering what she heard, he was lucky that's all that was lost.
Floating around in a tank of green liquid. Gross, she thought, but also, lucky it wasn't his tattooed arm at least! That would be a lot of money spent just to be lost. His hair floated around oddly, not like it would naturally in water. He had more scars too. A lot more. But that was only to be expected, though the sight of them made her heart hurt for him. The pour baby! she thought. Too bad I wasn't there to help him, to take better care of him. Stupid guy, just like all the other ones she knew - cocky, proud, and stubborn. She quickly began looking for was to drain the tank and wake him up. Hope ya had a good nap, she thought, watching as more air flowed into the tank and more gross looking green goo flowed on out.
[member="Valashu Elahad"]
Harley readied herself, donning her suit, her boots, her cloak. Finally, after storing her flask inside her inner cloak pocket and taking her favorite red and black axes from her weaponry shelving, she was in her ship and on the way to yet another place where she was told that Val was potentially staying - or held - currently. Hopefully he's really there, she thought, thinking of the several other times she was told he's been found and she went to where she was told he was, only to be disappointed by the lack of a healing Val.
Arriving in the middle of the night was always the best thing, she thought upon entry. Nobody bothering you, nothing to deal with aside from the search itself. Though there were a few people she talked with after landing and arriving, she was pleased with the fact there were only a few. And they had been busy and distracted, just the was she liked 'em. As the elevator doors opened, she got more anxious, and it was hard to remind herself not to get her hopes up again, in case another disappointment was around the corner. But the closer she got, the happier she got, because the more she could tell that it was actually him, she had finally found Valashu. He had indeed lost an arm, but considering what she heard, he was lucky that's all that was lost.
Floating around in a tank of green liquid. Gross, she thought, but also, lucky it wasn't his tattooed arm at least! That would be a lot of money spent just to be lost. His hair floated around oddly, not like it would naturally in water. He had more scars too. A lot more. But that was only to be expected, though the sight of them made her heart hurt for him. The pour baby! she thought. Too bad I wasn't there to help him, to take better care of him. Stupid guy, just like all the other ones she knew - cocky, proud, and stubborn. She quickly began looking for was to drain the tank and wake him up. Hope ya had a good nap, she thought, watching as more air flowed into the tank and more gross looking green goo flowed on out.
[member="Valashu Elahad"]