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Who: Gracia and YOU!
Where: Beside one of the shops in the market.
When: Right now? At about lunch time!
Style: [ Action! ]
Status: OPEN ♥
[ Notice this young redhead sitting on top of a closed crate, with an adult sized blue chocobo right beside her. It harks at strangers who stop and stare at her, and well. They do it with good reason. Gracia yawns, and upon closer inspection, her eyes lack the spark of energy that's usually iconic of her character. She yawns a second time, and eventually her eyes close.
The chocobo tilts its head, staring at her. It seems Gracia has fallen asleep on top of the crate... ]
[ Her body leans to the side, the opposite direction from the blue chocobo. See, that's what you get for falling asleep in broad daylight on top of crates. She opens her eyes only moments before the inevitable fall. She shrieks and flails her arms, but her efforts do nothing to stop her body from hitting the hard pavement. It's a rather comedic scene, yet it's bound to leave some pain. The blue chocobo walks over to her and nudges her with its beak, but Gracia is still on the ground, on her knees and elbows. There's a noticeable red splotch on her forehead, to which she tries to soothe with her hands. ]
Ow...I hope that doesn't leave a mark. Father will be angry with me...
[ She stares up at her chocobo with a frown, then up to the crate. ] I knew I should have sat inside of it.
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Who: Feferi and Sollux What: Kids and Fun and Shenanigans Where: tba When: evening 4/7 Style: Action Status: Closed! ( Read more... ) | |
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Who: Link and Sola
Where: Link's apartment
When: Late at night, Apr 6th
Style: Action~!
Status: Closed
[Shadows on shadows have a particular inky blackness to them that slide the eye away. The brain processes them and rejects them out of hand as being cast by something in the environment. A branch, a post, a cat...
Sola's never bothered to master the stealth of his shadowy form but with Link's window being on the ground floor of the Viscus apartments he finds it simple to slip inside, to creep across the carpet with sword drawn and stand over the bed of his doppleganger, his original.
His target.
This is something he has to do, an action his body hums in tune with, a goal that won't be silenced in his mind. He wets his lips and tightens his hands on the hilt of his sword, an ebon version of the same that the blonde in bed below him wields. Leather creaks with the hand motion, the only sound in the quiet room aside from Link's breathing, and Sola prepares to strike.
And freezes, blade poised more than a foot over Link's exposed chest.
He doesn't want to. That face is his face, that life... he came from that life. He has the same memories to a point, the same body language. Killing Link is like killing himself, and yet...
He has to. His mind, everything his master ever taught him, he has to end Link's life and perhaps take it for his own, take Courage for his own.
But is there a point, now? In this place, there is no Ganondorf. This is not Hyrule. This is not the battleground for good and evil, this is simply life for Sola, the life he's made for himself after passing through so much. Can he really throw this life, this identity he's built away to take on the mantle of Hero? As he is, he doesn't feel fake anymore. He's a person, he's Sola...
Then why does he feel so complete by Link's side? Why do those doubts and worries ease simply with walking into this room, despite what he's contemplating?
Sola remains poised yet frozen, sword wavering above the sleeping Hero, as unable to strike as he is to withdraw.] | |
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