vatheon
September 14th, 2012 
fortheempire: (thoughtful aside)
who: Ioder, and anyone who wants to bother him
where: the park
when: late afternoon moving in to early evening, 9/14
style: I'll follow
status: OPEN
because I just gotta post all the open logs, don't I? also forgive the completely random tl;dr. Basically Ioder is practicing archery.
al tsah jutenija... )
booyaka_boom: (Dangerous Selphie)

who: Selphie and Everyone! (but at somepoint she has promised training to Bianca and sparring to Kenshin, so you guys are welcome!)
where: Lake!
when: Afternoonish.
style:  Any ever.
status: Open!

Everything. Wow, getting used to Vatheon the second time round was a big thump to the head. First, she had forgotten everyone, and second, there had been that stupid curse, and then the excitement of the ball, and now Squall was gone. That's a lot to take in. Fortunately, she was beginning to remember names and faces, though memories weren't so clear. At least she knew how to get around Vatheon.

So there she was, by the lake. This time, not with cookies, but with nunchaku. She's feeling a little rusty, way more rusty than she should be, given that she's a mercenary extraordinaire. Regardless, she's swinging complex moves at the grass, at trees, at the water. And she's not entirely quiet at that, occassionally shouting out things like, 'Take that!' or 'Up yours!' or 'I'm gonna smash you into smithereens!' just for effect.

contemptibility: (✛ their games; we're not gonna be just)
Who: Tiir and [community profile] vatheon
Where: The plaza.
When: Afternoon
Style: [♥?]
Status: Open!

[It may not be the time for newcomers, but someone's still arriving in the plaza, soaking wet—and also bleeding profusely, because being skewered repeatedly tends to result in that.

Hissing in pain, Tiir collapses onto his knees and onto the pool of blood beneath him. However, for anyone concerned about his wounds who might try to help him, there's no need. After a few moments, his injuries repair themselves, though it takes most of the remains of the magic he's recently devoured.

His memories not quite back yet, his head snaps back up as he looks around. There's a strong temptation to devour the people wandering about, before instincts (?) kick in, telling him that he shouldn't. Why—?

... And it's then that the memories start to trickle in, as he starts to realize where he is. After letting out a frustrated cry, he swears under his breath.]


Damn it—!

[Lieral isn't here. Tiir can't carry out his task like this. Why, again, did Vatheon have to take him at the most inconvenient of times?]
07:29 pm - 002
fightforastar: (an ordinary breakdown)
Who: Tifa and anyone
Where: Middle district shop
When: Afternoon
Style: I'll match
Status: Open!

The little things. )
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