[ It's been a horrible morning, so far. A horrible few days, really. She's been... distracted, lately. The closer it is to the 26th, the worse it became. And over something so trivial, too.
Or at least, for some people. Yulia isn't some people, though. The War Hounds were getting to her, slipping past her defenses one by one, and it was so very difficult to keep up with.
Case in point: her ass keeps getting handed to her all during morning training all because she has not found the proper attire to attend Brianna's party with. Same with a gift-- she still hasn't gotten her blademate one yet.
It's why she quit early on and running off her excess energy while she tried to think of ways to get rid of her distractions. ]
2.0 ; May 25th, 2063 ; → get in loser, we're going shopping
Or at least, for some people. Yulia isn't some people, though. The War Hounds were getting to her, slipping past her defenses one by one, and it was so very difficult to keep up with.
Case in point: her ass keeps getting handed to her all during morning training all because she has not found the proper attire to attend Brianna's party with. Same with a gift-- she still hasn't gotten her blademate one yet.
It's why she quit early on and running off her excess energy while she tried to think of ways to get rid of her distractions. ]