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Who: A grumpy Yukari and you Where: Elevator/beach/various When: After she realizes Minato has left Style: [partial to brackets, but I'll follow]Status: Open but she's gonna be pretty ticked.[... He's gone.
It's astonishing, really, how difficult something like that can be to accept, even the second time around. This place had given her hope for over a year, that she'd be able to lead the kind of life she wanted-- and she had taken it away from her in an instant. She feels sad, and bitter... and most of all, she's angry.
She can't even find it within herself to stay in the dorms-- not after seeing his room so empty and barren. She doesn't bother to close the door behind her either, nor bring her SFC.
She just runs, with only a Jack Frost plush in her hand-- the one left behind in his room. Something she meant to let go, but didn't, and she has no idea when she'll return with it.
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Where to now, though...?
Admittedly, a destination was the furthest thing from her mind. But she finds herself near the elevator leading up to the island... the beach, however damanged it may all be. She doesn't care.
She does have to kick at something, rather violently however-- it totally figures today would be the one day the elevator would take forever.
Why can't it hurry up?]Tch...!
(( OOC: And just a note that Yukari is probably not gonna be checking the network, so i'm gonna be limiting her tagging to logs for a while. maybe a week or so? ah, you probably won't even notice. but yeah. and she might not be going to Squall's birthday after all either, Rinoa, sorry :c unless you drag her )) | |
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Who: A very frightened boy with a sword and YOU!
Where: Plaza
When: 8/23 - afternoon
Style: I'll start with action tags, but follow whatever
Status: Open!
[It had to be a dream. It had to be.
He had only closed his eyes for a moment, after all, with his head rested against Yorda's narrow shoulder on that strange glowing stone seat. And when he had opened them he was someplace entirely new. Gone was the Castle in the Mist and the stone walls that had become so familiar to Ico in such a short amount of time, replaced instead by...
Well.
He wasn't sure what it was.
But there were people, actual people, living souls in such strange clothing, laughing and talking as though there was nothing odd or wrong about their presence. And everything was bright, but not in the way the sunlight filtered through the trees and beyond the stone walls of the Castle in the Mist. Bright in a way the young boy couldn't describe and didn't understand.
In fact he didn't understand any of it. Which was why it had to be a dream. It just HAD to be.
Except that he felt very much wet, and very much cold, and those were all very real sensations that told his brain that he wasn't dreaming.
And for the first time since laying eyes on the sinewy, dark form of the Queen, Ico felt fear. Fear from his surroundings and the people that hadn't even taken notice of him yet. He stood near the fountain still dripping wet, staring for a good long time with a much too large sword gripped in his hands, just waiting for one of them to turn in to a smoke man and come lunging at him. None of them did, but that didn't stop him from eventually turning and trying to run in order to find a place to hide until the dream was over and he could wake up.]
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who: grand highblood + you when: afternoon almost evening where: the lake inside the forest [south-east quadrant] style: any is fine | |
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