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Who: Dualscar and whoever's waiting for him
When: Today!
Where: The plaza
Style: Starting in prose, but I'll follow you.
Status: Open!
The scene is familiar, as this isn't the first time it's happened to Dualscar. He gasps like a landed fish, his hair matted down from water, as he sits up, disoriented. But there are a few things different.
Item one, he's missing his left leg below the knee, though the wound is healed.
Item two, he's not wearing his damn cape.
Item three, he's a lot calmer than he was the last time, though he looks around alertly at the people camped around the plaza, his fins quivering with tension. Everyone hated him before - nearly everyone - and he really doesn't know what kind of reception he's going to get. | |
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who: jungo and hiro.
when: late morning.
where: random street.
style: first.
status: closed.
Hmm.
[ Gently wondering, Hiro leads as they walk through the currently cheery streets of Vatheon. As he looks up the "sky," he can't help a faint nostalgic smile. ]
It's been almost a month, Jungo. Just a month ago, we've been dealing with... the longest week of our lives.
[ A short, maybe a little too quiet laugh escapes him, then quickly turns to face his dear friend. ]
Yet, everything is so peaceful now. [ ... ] Hey, Jungo... We'll be able to bring a similar kind of peace back at home, right? Surely... | |
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Who: Terra and Riku Where: the edge of the Forest Quadrant, then the Clinic When: Backdated to just after this log wraps up Style: Initial entry written as prose, but Action Status: Closed Warnings: ... um... KH is suffering? Seriously, darkness, worry, grieving/breaking down emotionally, and other things as they come up. ( But time's already over-- ) | |
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who: Bulla and Vatheon!
when: All Day!
where: Anywhe
style: Starting in action brackets, but will follow!
status: open
[ The past few weeks have been frustrating beyond belief, and she's dealt with everything surprisingly well, all things considered!!! Though 'surprisingly well' has mostly been 'stay in her room for an extended period of time'. Though she's feeling more like herself and has gone out for a walk.
And noticed all the flowers--They were all very pretty, so she's picked a few, and made a few into little crowns. Though strangely, she doesn't feel like bringing the small bouquets and circlets home with her. No, she feels like giving them to anyone that passes by! ]
Hey there. Would you like a flower? [ And she'll offer one up to you--Yes, you! Because seriously, who doesn't want a flower? ]
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Who: Walter and Chibiterasu
Where: Yutopil Apartments, Floor Eight, Room One
When: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Closed
[For the past few days, Walter has been finding random arrangements of flowers at his door. That wasn't too bothersome; he would ignore and let them rot there, as much as the thought of someone actively seeking his place out set off an alarm or two in his head. It'd only take one more second to move around or over the flowers than usual. He'd deal with the perpetrator if he ever sees him.
Today, he finds another grouping of flowers at this door, which is suspiciously ajar. Resting a hand on its surface, he pushes it open.
The first thing he sees is more flowers. On the table, on the couch, on the windowsill -- flowers in vases, unlike those at the door pulled all the way down to their roots exposed to the air.
And in the center of the room, silhouetted by the penetrating sunlight . . . ] | |
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