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Who: Chibiterasu and you!
Where: Any mostly empty street in town.
When: Midday
Style: Starting with action, but I'll follow you!
Status: Open. o/
[It's been bothering him for awhile.
This thing.
It's noisy. It's constantly rousing him from naps with it's obtrusive flashing and dinging. Sometimes weird images with incomprehensible symbols appear on it. Other times he hears people talking through it, but he can't figure out how they do it! What a confusing and annoying contraption. :(
But it seems, at last, Chibi has finally found a use for the SFC. And judging by the way it bangs off a nearby trashcan and he has to go chasing after it himself, it looks like he could use a second player. Street hockey, anyone?] | |
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Who: Orphaner Dualscar and YOU!
Where: Wandering about the city. I haven't gotten old Douchefin out and about in a while.
When:Style: Starting with prose, but I'm fine with following your lead
Status: Open!
[It has been so many sweeps since he's simply been able to walk around without a care in the world.
Despite himself, he has to admit that he's becoming comfortable here. He hasn't seen the Grand Highblood in a little while, though he's well-aware of his proximity when he's at his hive at Ordo. He has a moirail who seems to be doing a good job of keeping him calm and stable, not to mention a kismesis to keep him entertained. The emotional hurts of various romantic failures have lost their sting.
He's turned to other pursuits now, and has picked up reading again, and watching television, and even swimming for the pure pleasure of it. It seems as though even the threat of sea monsters is not one that will arrive any time soon.
He picks up an ice cream at a vendor and wanders along, nibbling at it delicately with his sharp teeth. It's a vice that he's picked up here, and he loves the sweetness and the biting cold of it.
Feel free to bother him. He's in such a terribly good mood] | |
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Who: Zuko and whoever wants in! OPEN.
When: Sometime this week, whenever.
Where: Around the island.
Format: Action tags, please?
Warnings: None! Not even swearing for this guy, at least.
on the beach.
[It's early morning at the beach, and the sun is glinting across the waves, a darker blue-green contrast to the pale white-blue of the sky. The air feels light and crisp, salty, this early in spring; but regardless of how cold it is, it's still the best time to firebend in the morning.
Which is what Zuko's doing. He has a very practiced, sharply punctuated style of martial arts, because it is literally a form of kung fu. He sweeps across the sand, plumes and waves of fire preceding him. He's frowning with concentration, but focused as he is, he's aware enough to notice someone approaching. He knows the beach is more or less public, and doesn't want to catch anyone with fire accidentally.]
in the village.
[Later on in the day in early afternoon, the clouds are starting to roll through and cast gray over the island. Zuko's taking the chance to dig through the rubble in the abandoned village, and anyone walking by might hear him grumbling from within a half-collapsed building.]
Ow! Stupid beam... [Yeah, he just hit his head on a structural beam. His life is hard.]
at the harbor.
[Once evening comes, though, Zuko is back to his preferred default activity: brooding. He's standing near the edge of the pier, staring out into the ocean with a pensive expression. He's trying to be blank and neutral, but it's undeniably not working; there is a darker, preoccupied cast to him.
It matches the fact that by now the cloud cover has become more of a carpet across the sky, and the fading light is weak and dreary over the roiling water.] | |
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