vatheon
September 16th, 2012 
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Who: Sophie, Asbel, Malik and anyone~!
Where: All over
When: Afternoon
What: Sophie
Style: Prose or Action, your call!
Status: Open!

Malik hasn't been in Vatheon long, but Sophie's still taken it upon herself to show him all the things (that he's probably already seen) that she's seen and done. Of course it isn't just the two of them, but a third, that being Asbel, both father figures accompanying the not-daughter around Vatheon for a tour as she points out various things.

Pausing by a spot in the plaza, she points, "I was sleeping there. That's where Tiger Festival found me." Tiger Festival being, of course, her silver tabby kitten that was currently sprawled across her shoulder, enjoying a ride. She is of course, keeping an eye out for familiar faces so she can introduce her friends (new or old) to 'the family'. Asbel will feel better if he knows who she hangs out with right?

[ ooc: Come and run into Sophie, her two dads and her kitten~! ]
relinquishing: (☼ that horse around)
Who: Guy, Ghirahim, Link, Duke, later Zelda and even later Dhaos and Zelos.
(Or: Zelda, Link, Dhaos, Zelos, Guy, Ghirahim, Duke. Take your pick; both are sadly correct.)
Where: Ordo 3
When: Early morning >>> afternoon of the 16th
What: Insanity.
Style: Let's just say [Action] for right now.
Status: Closed

[Is there anything up in the Ordo neighborhood? No. No, not particularly.

That's what's a bit odd. Normally, a certain princess would already be awake and about. It's plenty past 6.

How odd. It seems the rest of the housemates aren't quite... themselves, either. Whether they've noticed or not, though, is a different story entirely. Maybe it's just a sleepy day.

Well.

When it hits about 7, they'll surely find out. Because their new wake up call is a short but very strong, very piercing shriek from said princess' bedroom.

Rise and shine, boys.]



[[ooc: This is a catch-all for the events of the first morning of the curse in the apartment. The main thread will follow from the beginnings of the morning until Guy!Zelda and Zelda!Guy leave. Smaller conversations or SFC communication to people in the apartment (or, well, people that SHOULD be in the apartment) can happen outside this main thread - just specify in the subject thread so we don't lose track!]]
06:14 pm - [Closed]
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Who: Ky Kiske and Sol Badguy (or the other way around)
Where: The island
When: Very earlly morning of the 17th
What: Sparring and shenanigans
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

cut text )
malik_caesar: Mwa ha ha. (Evil Plan)
Who: Anyone in or near Graces House
Where: Tales of Graces House
When: Early-Afternoon, Sept 17th
Style: [Action]
Status: Semi-open

[Malik knocks on the door of the Graces house. In the few weeks he's been here he has mostly toured around and met with with his friends. At the urging of Asbel, Cheria, and Sophie - he has decided to leave the room at his favorite inn and move in to the house with everyone else. It shouldn't be too hard - he hasn't accumulated too many possessions yet. Just his trusty bladerang, a small box with some personal effects (which smells quite good), and a few sets of clothes.]

[He looks around as he waits for an answer. Something very strange was going on today. The communicator was filled with odd messages about body swapping. Thankfully he hadn't been afflicted.]


[[ooc: This is a chance for all Graces cast to catch-up and get a chance to talk about recent events as much as it is for Malik to move in with everyone. Hubert has moved out, Sophie has recently been sworded, Cheria is in a hiatus coma:), anything else?]]
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HaHa, WoW.




[ooc: yes, whoops, this was supposed to be in the network comm. LETS PRETEND IT IS.]
nos_servabit: (i broke down in the middle of nowhere)
Who: A newly-resurrected Jacob and all of you
Where: In the plaza
When: Noon on the 17th, first day of bodyswaps (Though if you want this to be before bodyswaps, just tell me!)
Style: Anything goes!
Status: Open to everyone ever! Please comfort your resident god figure, Vatheon.

a story of a death )

[When he awakens in Vatheon, however, and the Source flares up in him as if it's never left, the first thing he doesn't feel is relief.]

[It's apprehension. Again, he's back the way he was, still connected to the thing that has never made him age and has put the histories of every single person around him into his mind without warning. The powers that were forced upon him without even him having a choice of whether he wanted them or not.]

[Without even looking around, Jacob just sinks to his knees, burying his face in his hands as he tries to grasp it all. He'll never truly be able to escape this- escape being him. He'll be eternal, and the world will pass him by, and he'll be tied forever to the island with an invisible rope he can't let go of. For a brief moment, all his incredibly human feelings flare up in him, and it takes all of his energy not to actually cry. Of course, sooner or later, those emotions will be gone, packed inside his soul where they belong, and he'll pick himself up and be the god figure he is as usual.]


[So, if you're passing on by, dealing with your body swaps and confused feelings on the matter, don't mind the man shuddering in the middle of the plaza, Vatheon.]

[After all, he just came back to life. Which is a miracle, truly, but its a miracle that Jacob is not sure he entirely wants.]




[ooc: Just a quick reminder that for people who have never interacted with this character before, this is Jacob from the TV show LOST and...he's a god figure in his canon who has powers of omniscience and such. Therefore, I have a handy-dandy permission post over here as to how much he can know about your character and such. Thank you!]
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