The Power of Friendship [Diana]
Posted Nov 21, 2018 0:00:02 GMT -7
Post by Vieri di Adatto Isabello on Nov 21, 2018 0:00:02 GMT -7
Vieri had switched to using pencils because he kept gnawing off the end of pens. The beginning of that particular issue could be traced back to when Diana had an encounter with a mage that ended in the other’s death. The switch had occurred yesterday, when an inability to concentrate on the new data brought in from the blood samples or what he was digging his teeth into ended in a mouth full of ink.
It had meant this morning coming into the lab with a lab coat slung over his shoulders and his clipboard and a pencil whose eraser had already been chewed off under his arm, and a burning indecision turned into a very last-minute decision as he past further into the laboratory.
He had to talk to Diana. What had happened with Tristan yesterday- like Tristan had said, infighting like that was apt to be taken as weakness, and a chance to crumble the organization while its pillars were weak. Beyond that, Diana had gotten uncomfortably violent with a friend uncomfortably quickly. Images of the dead mage wouldn’t leave his head alone. She thought she wouldn’t escalate it to that level, but she’d escalated it to a foot on Tristan’s throat because he’d said the word ‘blackmail’. It wasn’t an excuse he was going to buy and wasn’t something he was going to let happen to Tristan.
That said, he didn’t really want to talk to Diana about it. She was going to say things that sounded right and he couldn’t really find flaw in no matter how much logic he tried to apply to them, but his gut seemed to take issue with on a fundamental level. She’d probably stare at him with that uncomfortable unfeeling look. He’d probably start talking in circles because as much as he wanted this to stop, he didn’t know how or fully what ‘this’ was. He’d probably be feeling uneasy the entire time because as much as yelling didn’t bother him, telling a family member they had to cut something out did.
But he had to, and as he picked up the edge of Diana’s mind, he worked up the courage to do so. His pace quickened, his head lowered, and when he reached the door between the hallway and the room she was in, he gave it a hard push inwards.
“Diana, I need to talk to you about yesterday. Now. It’s important.” He said formally as he paced directly towards her with the same serious look on his face as if one of the volatile materials downstairs had turned on one of the red warning lights.
Diana
It had meant this morning coming into the lab with a lab coat slung over his shoulders and his clipboard and a pencil whose eraser had already been chewed off under his arm, and a burning indecision turned into a very last-minute decision as he past further into the laboratory.
He had to talk to Diana. What had happened with Tristan yesterday- like Tristan had said, infighting like that was apt to be taken as weakness, and a chance to crumble the organization while its pillars were weak. Beyond that, Diana had gotten uncomfortably violent with a friend uncomfortably quickly. Images of the dead mage wouldn’t leave his head alone. She thought she wouldn’t escalate it to that level, but she’d escalated it to a foot on Tristan’s throat because he’d said the word ‘blackmail’. It wasn’t an excuse he was going to buy and wasn’t something he was going to let happen to Tristan.
That said, he didn’t really want to talk to Diana about it. She was going to say things that sounded right and he couldn’t really find flaw in no matter how much logic he tried to apply to them, but his gut seemed to take issue with on a fundamental level. She’d probably stare at him with that uncomfortable unfeeling look. He’d probably start talking in circles because as much as he wanted this to stop, he didn’t know how or fully what ‘this’ was. He’d probably be feeling uneasy the entire time because as much as yelling didn’t bother him, telling a family member they had to cut something out did.
But he had to, and as he picked up the edge of Diana’s mind, he worked up the courage to do so. His pace quickened, his head lowered, and when he reached the door between the hallway and the room she was in, he gave it a hard push inwards.
“Diana, I need to talk to you about yesterday. Now. It’s important.” He said formally as he paced directly towards her with the same serious look on his face as if one of the volatile materials downstairs had turned on one of the red warning lights.
Diana