SashaWindrider

False Paradise

"In my era, this is advanced technology. For your era, probably old stuff." Azurael said.

"Perhaps we are prisoners, in some sort of experiment. Perhaps they hope that if we can not see the walls holding us in then we will fail to realise we are imprisoned. But, resources are important." Azurael said, keeping pace with Mira. "Clothes first, I think. We stand out a lot in these clothes".

Rebirth [Closed]

SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)

I nearly leap out of my skin at the sound of the shots. I patiently wait through the admonitions Rin deals to us with.

Well, I think to myself, that could have gone so much worse. I could have been demoted again but I have only scored a days confinement and janitorial duties. I should work on my temper. I would ask Rin, after all she is the Commander, but I am too worried she'll laugh at me. I've been laughed at before by superiors when I have tried to ask for their help, either that I have been told off or told not to be such a coward. Rin will probably be too busy.

I walk forward and take the piece of paper with my room assignment. I thank Rin before checking it. I grin, I got Giovanna! I like her attitude, hopefully she is just as happy as I am with the assignment.

I continue onto the ship and towards the quarters where I will be spending the day.

False Paradise

Azurael looks shocked. "That looks like some serious tech they have. We've only just started basic holograms." Azurael paused and a worrying thought occurred to her. "Judging by how high tech that is, perhaps it's military. Maybe, we are in a military experiment."

Azurael sincerely hoped not.

False Paradise

Azurael had shook Mira's offered hand and was happily walking beside Mira when out of nowhere some-one bumps into her. Some-one wearing exactly the same clothing as her. "Watch where you're going!" Azurael said, followed by "Are you okay?"

Exodus

The Listener is blushing furiously. I only played a small part in keeping it alive.

False Paradise

Azurael looks back at Mira, the happiness infecting her also. "I have no idea where, or when we are. All I can gather is that neither of us belong here and this is no place I know of in my country."

Azurael took a breath and decided it would be rude not to make introductions. "I'm Azurael."

Azurael thought it might be a good idea if they stuck together and voiced this.

False Paradise

Azurael woke up startled on a park bench, and was startled enough to vent forth a few choice expletives. Azurael pinches herself hard to make sure this isn't a dream, and the pain from the pinch fades nearly instantaneously. She rolls shoulders as she comes o a standing position - no pain. The shoulder pain she has had for years is gone. "Have I died?" Azurael asks herself. She decides that maybe she has, or perhaps aliens kidnapped her. Either way she needed to find where she was and if she could get home. Azurael notices a girl on a park bench not too far away from her, crying. Azurael walks up to her (Mira) and asks her "What's wrong? Are you lost?"

Rebirth [Closed]

@BlackRose24 Usually I do check here before posting. I'd just worked a 10.5 hour shift and was eager to post in the IC. I should never deviate from my usual habits.

@SashaWindrider

My last post was meant as a reply to your last comment on page nine.

I have just read the Mandatory Must Read post.

Rebirth [Closed]

@BlackRose24 Usually I do check here before posting. I'd just worked a 10.5 hour shift and was eager to post in the IC. I should never deviate from my usual habits.

False Paradise

Hopefully I'm meant to post here. . .

Name: Azurael Winchester
Age: 22
Level: 1

Appearance: (Picture or description)
Azurael is roughly six feet tall, give or take a few inches, she isn't good with imperial measurements. Her hair is platinum blonde and her eyes are an odd shade of blue, almost like some-one leeched nearly all the colour out of them. She likes to wear male clothing as she views it as far more practical (generally a polar fleece, a turtleneck, and slacks). Her hair is always done in a tight plait, reaching to the small of her back.

Biography: Azurael was taken from the rather modern year of 2015. She lives in a small backwoods town somewhere in an isolated country called New Zealand. She, specifically, was taken just as she was about to undo her seatbelt to get out of her wee Cessna-172. Azurael is a qualified pilot.

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