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Who: Yukari and everyone. Where: She'll be reappearing on the beach, then making her way back down into the city via elevator and towards the Coral. So anywhere you'd like to run into her in between there! When: Late evening/close to midnight Style: I'll match! I'm up for either--action spam or prose. Status: Open!
[The last thing Yukari ever expected, was needing to rely on someone else for healing. Or in Vatheon's case, something else--like the Coral. She'd always healed herself. People relied on her for healing. But it just can't be helped, in her condition: she's soaked, her clothes are torn, and there is a fair amount of blood indicating a very heavy and intense battle.
...And what a battle it was.
She doesn't want to think about it much, though; it hurts to think how badly she'd lost. It angers her, even; how incredibly unfair. How dare she, how dare she...?]
Damn--! [Her fist slams into the sand of the beach where she's ended up, and she stumbles to her feet.
Then she sighs, remembering.
Remembering Vatheon. Remembering how much weaker she is here. Diarahan wouldn't cut it in the long run; so she knows she should make her way to the Coral as fast as possible before anyone sees her.
A heal, a change of clothes, maybe--
Once again, she's forced to put everything behind her; because Aigis had won, and now she'd have to live with knowing that.]
How long...?
[--has she been gone?
This is the first that's ever happened to her. It's so disorienting, but she decides maybe that's not the most important thing right now. Annoyed and highly emotional as she is, she sighs again and walks towards the elevator, occasionally wincing.]
Nngh.
[...Time to find her own answers here, she supposes. She doesn't need a replacement leader to do that.] - Tags:akise aru, amane kuzuryu, chie satonaka, cielo, kazuma kuwabara, lloyd irving, minato arisato, mishina eikichi, pharos, serph, tiir rumibul, yosuke hanamura, yukari takeba
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Who: Travis fucking Touchdown and everyone. Where: By the coral (though anywhere nearby is good) When: Monday afternoon Warnings: cursing, lewd behavior, uh. everything. just everything. Style: starting in prose. Can go for whatever Status: Open like Travis's pants. ( I'm in hell in a fishbowl )[ ooc: tag me up, please? ] | |
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Who: Zelda and Zelos/later Zelos and Lloyd Where: Ordo 3/Lloyd's place When: Backdated to the 25th, after speaking with Link over the SFC Status: Closed
Zelda isn't even one hundred percent sure of where she's going once she puts down the SFC. Hylia. A goddess. She's always felt responsible for everything that happened to Hyrule, but if this is the case... she held more responsibility than even she had ever thought. She lays on the bed facedown and hugs a pillow tightly enough that it looks as if it might burst. | |
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( ooc note: Warning for blood and gore. )[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.
And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on. ] - Tags:!event, akihiko sanada, akise aru, amane kuzuryu, anise tatlin, aradia megido, axel, bad girl, bianca, billy iketani, bugs bunny, chie satonaka, ciel phantomhive, cielo, conan edogawa (shinichi kudo), desu mc (katsu aoki), dizzy, duzell, expatriate darkleer, gamzee makara, gankyuu eguriko, grell sutcliff, guy cecil, heather mason, ion, italy (feliciano vargas), jacob, james sunderland, kanaya maryam, karkat vantas, ky kiske, minato arisato, mishina eikichi, mitsuhide akechi, morte asherah, muraki kazutaka, pharos, ran mouri, red heavy, red medic, reisuke houjou, riku, rinoa heartilly, ruca milda, sebastian michaelis, shelly greenhill, shizuo heiwajima, squall leonhart, tiir rumibul, tsuzuki asato, yosuke otoha, yukari takeba, yuno gasai, zelda (ocarina of time)
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Characters: RED Medic ( red_medic), RED Heavy ( sandvichgood), open to everyone within the RED Base Location: RED Base - Training area Time: The evening after thisStyle: Starting with the usual prose, but going with whatever Jon feels more comfortable with 8) Status: open Self Defense. According to Medic's definition those two words usually translated to: 'RUN! You are faster than them, so RUN! If necessary, turn around and frantically fire a load of syringes at them as long as you just keep running. And for Hippocrates' sake, TRY NOT TO SCREAM LIKE A LITTLE GIRL! Just keep running! Only watch out for the Scouts. And those rockets launched after you. And the bombs. And the minigun fire-- JUST KEEP RUNNING!!' Actually fighting to defend himself was soemthing the healer rarely did. Even if his übersaw and the blutsauger were always hanging from his belt wherever he went. Some may deem them unpractical, but for Medic... Well. They were his weapons. And even if he wasn't going to leave the base without them any time soon, here he was. Ready to let the Heavy of all people show him how to defend himself with his own hands. At least he had his labcoat set aside for that along with his weapons. No, Medic wasn't going to run away from this and, no, he wasn't going to scream and frantically shoot syringes at Heavy. ...or at least he hoped so. A slight frown formed on the man's forehead as he looked up at his friend, raising a single brow "So... How does zhis vork?" | |
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