Dec 9, 2016
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Small, enclosed spaces.
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
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seen from Germany
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seen from Netherlands
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(ノдヽ)
Small, enclosed spaces.
"What's our song?"
Song 1, My demons, Starset“Oh you make everything okay, okay, okay,We are one and the same, you take all of the pain away,Save me, if I become, my demons”
Song 2, Fight Song, Rachel Platten (not an interaction song, but it fits them)“I will scream them loud tonight, Can you hear my voice tonight,This is my fight song” (plus the rest of the song)
Song 3, Of the Night, Bastille“This is the rhythm of the night, The Night,This is the Rhythm of my life,My life”
@nest-clairvoyant
He had offered to drive her to base, saying that he was in the area and that it was not trouble to repay her for past situations.
It had still taken a lot of convincing, but he was thankful it won out in his favor.
When they finally reached base, he allowed her to get out and start heading in. After, he transformed, letting out a sound similar to a grunt in pain. It was a dull, sore ache in his chest, an old wound. But it made him pause and press a servo to the spot, in surprise that it had suddenly flared again.
Tornado chaser
Though the skies were clear and a bluish for the most part, and the breeze whipping around them was not very resentful, the radio and tv within the coffee shop was loud with the buzz of alerts and talk of thunderstorms forming not too far from the area. It peaked interest for a few moments, but soon enough Taylor was back in focus of waiting for the coffees and the slight chatter of patrons as they went about their day.
But, as zie was grabbing the cups from the overburdened waiter, a word caught zis attention and made zim turn back to the screen. The pattern on the tv seemed normal, but the added characteristic, one that went by the word “mesocyclone” had zim grinning brightly and rushing out on a new mission.
Partly to bring coffee to zis partner, but also to tell them about the possible opportunity.
“HEY CYD!”
@nest-clairvoyant
"Ice Bucket"
Mack was trying to find her way around a hangar, lost as ever. She frowned as she looked down at the paper’s in her hands that were suppose to help her find her way. Not noticing the woman that stood behind the railing above her, it was a surprise to have the freezing water poured on her. Letting out a high pitched shrill when the water came in contact with her, she looked up at Cynder with a confused look.
"Is this going to be a regular thing? If it is I need to know so I can get some protectors for my papers." She asked, starting to shiver slightly.
Cynder would just try to untangle the mess of sheets from him while ever so gently putting him back on the bed and quietly leaving.
// SO CUTE AHHH. I'm sure he'd be appreciative of it.
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// oooh nooo I hit send privately instead of publish :C send another?