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30th-Mar-2013 02:49 am - tiir rumibul; oo9
contemptibility: (✛ nowhere to run)
Who: Tiir and [community profile] vatheon!
When: Noon
Where: Plaza
Style: [c:?]
Status: Open!

[It comes as a somewhat unpleasant shock to suddenly awaken, drenched. The water mixes with the not-quite-dry blood in Tiir's clothes, with tears in them indicating that at least some of the blood is likely his own, creating a bit of a watery bloody mess. His eyes are red—and not in his usual manner, that is—like he's been crying recently. While disoriented for a bit as he gets up, his memories of Vatheon return to him soon enough, fortunately, and combined with everything that's happened back home, there's so much he needs to sort out—]

Ah—?

[—Not that he gets the time to, as there's suddenly there's a local up in his personal bubble with a towel, wiping at his hair, face, and anywhere there's blood, really. Tiir's gut instinct is 'kill her', before quickly reminding himself that that would be a Bad Thing, and likewise deciding that even knocking her unconscious would probably be excessive force (and he never expected to think that about a human, but, well, things have changed).

And so, as he tries to decide just how much force he can use to stop her while still not being rude, exactly, he protests, though his voice is hoarse, as if his throat's been torn to shreds.]


I'm not some child, so don't touch me, hu—

[Wait, no. Using "human" as an insult is also a Bad Thing. Trying to overcome his hatred, right. Reminding himself of that, Tiir settles for more... normal protests that ultimately seem to have no effect as he attempts to back away.]

Honestly, I'm fine.

[... Ryner told him to trust humans, but he didn't tell him how to deal with fussy humans who apparently have no concept of personal space, damn it.

Help him out? (Or ignore him and his awkward misery—)]
demonicbookworm: (in my world)
Who: Ruca and all of you
When: All this week
Where: All over the place
Status: some quest will be open, some closed.

[Well, this reminded him a bit of the guild quests... expect Iria and Spada weren't here to make him choose the most dangerous ones and insist to visit places people usually stayed away from.

The new skills and weapon was a big change to him though - he was used to fighting using a heavy broadsword and casting magic, but none of it was healing one. Now his weapon was merely a light staff and he didn't have much strength, but he could heal everyone. He couldn't help but be a little worried how he was going to defend himself if anything attacked him, but he was still going to do his best to help others. If anyone got hurt he would make sure to heal them, not caring much for himself.]


[ooc: this is how Ruca looks right now. Drawing by me]
2nd-Mar-2013 11:11 pm - 1 - I shall sing a song
aprettyred: (Are you going to pick me up too?)
Who: Anna and anyone!
Where: The Plaza
What: Arrival
When: March 2nd Evening
[ Style ]
Status: Open

[She isn't sure she likes all the blue about here ) ]
17th-Feb-2013 12:15 pm
overashadow: (⊗ conflicted)
Who: riku & anyone
When: after v-day, probably today
Where: up on the island
What: stuff. anyone up for some sparring with a frustrated teenager?
Style: any
Status: OPEN

a still small voice )
15th-Jan-2013 07:34 pm - tiir rumibul; oo8
contemptibility: (✛ don't be afraid of the dark)
Who: Bitty!Tiir & you!
Where: Somewhere on the streets.
When: Towards the beginning of the curse.
Style: [preferably sob]
Status: Open!

[Rather than what some of the other young children are doing, Tiir doesn't cry when he finds himself in an unfamiliar situation. Once it sinks in that he doesn't know where he is or how he got here (and why is he surrounded by humans?), he pauses—and then it hits him.

And once it does, rather than cry, he screams.

So, anyone passing by will likely see/hear the kid on his knees, eyes glowing red with him clutching his head and screaming as if it were the end of the world. Which it almost is for him, really.]


Why!? Why can't I—!?

[Why can't he hear it? There are humans everywhere, so he should hear the voice, telling him to devour them all—and yet his mind is empty.

Whywhywhywhy—]
14th-Jan-2013 06:16 pm - one lost little bookworm
demonicbookworm: don't underestimate him (looks can be deceiving)
Who: bitty Ruca and all of you
What: a little boy wandering around
When: afternoon
Style: I'll match
Status: OPEN

The first thing that Ruca noticed when he woke up this morning was that it was not his room and that he was all alone. He didn't remember how he got there and so he couldn't help but panic. Why was he here? He could think only of two explanations: either it was a dream or someone kidnapped him. After a moment, he was convinced that it was the second one and that only scared him more.

But no, he couldn't just shake in fear and wait! He had to be brave just like the person from his dreams! Thinking that way the boy left the room as quietly as possible and – after making sure that really no one was around - quickly ran outside the building.

Once he saw where he was, it took him a while to stop himself from staring at the unfamiliar surroundings. The place seemed unfriendly to him with all the strangers around, but the boy made his mind already and he repeated to himself that he isn't afraid at all. He needed to find a way to go back home. He needed to go back to his mother and father. Surely they were both worried about him.

And so, the child started walking around, hoping that he would find a way to return home.

[ooc: replies will be from [personal profile] tinyphoenix ]
13th-Jan-2013 11:00 pm - N-no... no, I'm scared...!
relinquishing: (☼ who should know better than that)


Who: A very young Guy Cecil and a bunch of scary strangers.
Where: Yutopil Apartments and the alleys near the plaza
When: Monday morning - afternoon
Style: I prefer [Action], but I'll match.
Status: Open

This isn't what I remember...! )


[Residents of the lower floor of Yutopil might here a thumping crash from Apartment 1-5 early Monday morning, followed by a loud wail. That's because one little blonde boy has literally fallen out of his bed and hit the ground a bit too hard. Nothing to truly hurt him in the end, but... well, he is a bit of a coward, and the impact is enough to startle him to tears. What is this place?! Where is he? And now his head hurts and oh no, oh please, what is he going to do????

He will eventually wander from his strange quarters, although the outside world isn't very inviting. Every face is strange and hostile, and with what he's just seen and heard he can't help but flinch away. So don't be surprised if you come walking through the plaza and hear the sniffling sobs of a young child, not even a day past five, huddled in the alleyway behind a building, head buried against his knees or hands wringing at clothes of the finest quality (dusted with the clouded markings of soot). He may look like an animal caught frightened in a bright light. But for as much of a man as Mary wants him to be, a stranger is still a stranger, and strangers are still frightening.]


((OOC: All replies will be coming from [personal profile] heirofhod.))
4th-Dec-2012 10:12 pm - [Day 248]
coolerthansora: (isn't this what friends do?)
Who: Roxas and Ruca
Where: Ice cream shop
When: Afternoon
Style: I'll match
Status: Closed

Roxas had been thinking about it since that curse a month earlier with the waking nightmares. He really wasn't very open with most of his friends. There was always some secret he was keeping that he had to tiptoe around or even flat-out lie about. He'd been too nervous before about saying certain things, but around Ruca that feeling was mostly gone.

He felt sure Ruca wouldn't stop thinking of him as a friend, or anything like that, if he just started being honest. Which was why he finally made up his mind and sent Ruca a message asking if he wanted to meet up for ice cream. He stood outside the shop, waiting and thinking. He'd just have to see if Ruca was up for listening.
21st-Nov-2012 09:16 pm - ♑ > Gamzee and bear hugs.
420: (pic#1234520)
Who: Gamzee Makara, Sola, whoever else wants to join in.
Where: Plaza.
When: Wednesday
Style: Whichever, starting out in action tags though.
Status: Open
Note: Everything is better with this song. Also, just mark in the header which one of them you want. Or both. Or we choose for you. Wanna join in? We can make it happen.


[Today, everything is normal at the Plaza. Everything? No. Wait. There is something standing there. Something...

Oh lord.

There is a clown. Just standing there. Smiling placidly. Holding a sign in his hand. It isn't even a very good sign. Just a piece of cardboard with purple letters painted onto it. The letters are uneven as well. Very sloppy handiwork. And is that glitter? Sign-making, yet another task we really shouldn't assign to a clown.

Oh right. The sign got something on it as well. A message of some sort.

> Look at the sign

FrEe hUgS :o)

Will you approach the friendly clown?

> ????]




[SOME TIME INTO THE FUTURE BUT WHO KNOWS HOW MANY.]



[The clown is still there. I guess you just can't get rid of a clown. But now he got some other dude standing next to him. Friendly looking kid. Shorter. Also not real good at sign making.

> Look at the sign

FREE HUGS

Will you approach the friendly looking kid?

> ??????]
12th-Nov-2012 01:48 pm - 002
makainoou: (frustrated)
Who: Laharl and his future vassals YOU
Where: Exiting the Library
When: Midday
Style: I'll match~
Status: Open!

After just two weeks in this place, Laharl is homesick. Not that he would ever use the word, but he misses his Netherworld--his castle, his coffin, his vassals (well, ordering them around)... He ought to be there right now, enjoying his newly cemented position.

Hitting the books wouldn't normally be on his list of options, but unfortunately there's no obvious leader here to beat up. Creating dimensional portals is something his gatekeeper does every day, surely an Overlord won't have any trouble learning it. The primary obstacle to this plan is the lack of a teacher or, as it turns out, any books he can find on the subject.

The pint-sized demon is in a foul mood as he exits the library. The bookshelves where he had been working barely survived (although he left a real mess), and he'd really like to destroy something or someone more worth his while.

If he seems to be looking for a fight, it's because he is.
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