[Give Les martial arts, swords, daggers, and/or magic and it took a lot to wear her out. Taking a handgun apart and putting it back together was something else entirely and by the end of that first day, Les swore she couldn't feel her fingers. It was a lot but by the second week, she was getting a bit better. She at least could put it together in a decent amount of time.
To be honest, she'd always enjoyed the idea of taking one apart and putting it back together. It just seemed to badass but she never thought she'd have a reason to. But something she was learning, there was a use for it in the world she found herself in and you could never be too careful.
It wasn't until well into the third week that Les realized how mentally exhausted she was. Since she had taken on this revenge mission of hers, she'd done everything she could to block off any of her dreams both the pre and post-cognitive sort. They didn't come around often but there was always a reason for them when they did. And at this point, she needed to focus on this and not whatever they were trying to tell her. When it came down to it, she'd prefer to not dream at all but she'd learned the hard way to not fuck with that. Two years of nightmares of a past life was enough to just let them be.
After saying good night to Nariko, Les had hauled her ass to her room, took a hot shower, and fell into bed. It felt like no time at all before she found herself standing in a living room with a young man who looked a bit familiar. He wasn't looking at her and she didn't say a word, at first. The fact that she was aware of being in the dream meant there was something she was supposed to pay attention to.]
Apparently I'm more tired than I anticipated - it's been a while since I've had one of these dreams...
[She looked at the boy and tilted her head.]
Are you able to hear or see me?
[She'd know what she needed to know if he could. Normally they didn't and she was a passive participant in whatever happened but it didn't hurt to check.]
Hope this works!
To be honest, she'd always enjoyed the idea of taking one apart and putting it back together. It just seemed to badass but she never thought she'd have a reason to. But something she was learning, there was a use for it in the world she found herself in and you could never be too careful.
It wasn't until well into the third week that Les realized how mentally exhausted she was. Since she had taken on this revenge mission of hers, she'd done everything she could to block off any of her dreams both the pre and post-cognitive sort. They didn't come around often but there was always a reason for them when they did. And at this point, she needed to focus on this and not whatever they were trying to tell her. When it came down to it, she'd prefer to not dream at all but she'd learned the hard way to not fuck with that. Two years of nightmares of a past life was enough to just let them be.
After saying good night to Nariko, Les had hauled her ass to her room, took a hot shower, and fell into bed. It felt like no time at all before she found herself standing in a living room with a young man who looked a bit familiar. He wasn't looking at her and she didn't say a word, at first. The fact that she was aware of being in the dream meant there was something she was supposed to pay attention to.]
Apparently I'm more tired than I anticipated - it's been a while since I've had one of these dreams...
[She looked at the boy and tilted her head.]
Are you able to hear or see me?
[She'd know what she needed to know if he could. Normally they didn't and she was a passive participant in whatever happened but it didn't hurt to check.]