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[Narvin, when not fighting the war in his own reality, has been keeping himself busy by exploring the Plane. Ostensibly, it’s for curiosity's sake -- in reality, he’s been examining various areas on the Plane for his own ends; perhaps as a future location for a cache of weapons, or perhaps just to know which areas of the Plane are most heavily frequented.]
[Today, however, the Coordinator has brought his work with him, in the form of a slightly battered datapad. Narvin himself appears worn, tired, and a bit dusty -- the Vaults aren’t exactly the cleanest place on Gallifrey.
[A familiar flash of silver catches Narvin’s eye, however, and he pauses, curious, then steps over to the Kadenwood tree that Straxus planted months back.]
Now how did you get here?
[But the tree is not likely to answer him, so Narvin just shakes his head, sitting at the base of it. It’s a pleasant enough place to do his work, and this little piece of home makes for good motivation -- he hasn’t seen a Kadenwood tree in weeks.]
[Still, it doesn’t take long for Narvin’s exhaustion to catch up with him, despite his stubborn, paranoid refusal to sleep. He stifles a yawn and sets the datapad down, fighting drowsiness. It’s a losing battle, however, and he dozes off, one hand resting on the staser at his side.]
[[Enjoy your sleep-deprived Coordinator, Plane residents. Don't worry, he won't kill anyone with that staser. Narvin's paranoid, but not stupid, so it's set to stun. :) ]]
[Today, however, the Coordinator has brought his work with him, in the form of a slightly battered datapad. Narvin himself appears worn, tired, and a bit dusty -- the Vaults aren’t exactly the cleanest place on Gallifrey.
[A familiar flash of silver catches Narvin’s eye, however, and he pauses, curious, then steps over to the Kadenwood tree that Straxus planted months back.]
Now how did you get here?
[But the tree is not likely to answer him, so Narvin just shakes his head, sitting at the base of it. It’s a pleasant enough place to do his work, and this little piece of home makes for good motivation -- he hasn’t seen a Kadenwood tree in weeks.]
[Still, it doesn’t take long for Narvin’s exhaustion to catch up with him, despite his stubborn, paranoid refusal to sleep. He stifles a yawn and sets the datapad down, fighting drowsiness. It’s a losing battle, however, and he dozes off, one hand resting on the staser at his side.]
[[Enjoy your sleep-deprived Coordinator, Plane residents. Don't worry, he won't kill anyone with that staser. Narvin's paranoid, but not stupid, so it's set to stun. :) ]]
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