The roof, Friday, early evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia lay flat on her back, staring up at the clouded sky, getting thoroughly damp in the half-hearted rain.

It wasn't warm, but it certainly wasn't cold, and the news she'd gotten about Wilson having woken up had her in a decent mood.

She was still troubled by the fact that the dream she'd gotten about what had happened had come far to late to do, she suspected, even a little bit of good, but she supposed that didn't matter, now.

So she lay on the roof, eyes half-closed to keep the rain from them, and let her mind wander.

[ooc: open]

Comments

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

This made things a little clearer. "I'm a mod-soul." Maybe that would explain something, if not, at least it was the truth.

[nadiathesaint]

"Ah." Nadia nodded. "What the hell is a mod-soul?"

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

"Well.." he had to think of a good way to explain this. "Modified souls were created for combat. They can possess any vacant body they are placed in." He only ever said this much when something important had to be said.

[nadiathesaint]

"So you're . . . in an empty body . . . and made to fight things?"

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

This was also a difficult question to answer, but Nadia was accurate enough. "Yes, Bounto."

[nadiathesaint]

"No, Nadia."

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

"...no..." The point he was trying to make seemed to be lost. Nova frowned, unsure of where he had lost Nadia.

[nadiathesaint]

"Yes. My name is Nadia, not Bounto."

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

This wasn't really going anywhere. Nova stood there and frowned.

[nadiathesaint]

Maybe he couldn't hear her with the hood? "I have an accent, so it can be hard to understand me sometimes, maybe."