vatheon - January 16th, 2013

vatheon

January 16th, 2013

Who: a young Saphir circa ND 1992 and people he definitely doesn't know
When: earlier in the week!
Where: the Plaza, although he does wander eventually so wherever he ends up being found
Style: [brackets work, but I can do prose too!]
Status: open!

W-where is this place...

[A young boy with white-ish hair is sitting in the Plaza, really unsure as to how he got here. For all of his intellect beyond his years, he can't really come up with a good explanation for how he got transported somewhere outside of Keterburg. Unless... someone came up with a way to teleport people? Would that involve breaking down their fonic composition and putting them back together again -

- and then it suddenly occurs to him that he's not in Keterburg. This means that he's somewhere else, Yulia knows how far, and that he's utterly alone. All those happy looking people walking around don't count.]

J-Jade? Nephry? Peony?

[He slowly gets to his feet and looks around a little more closely. It doesn't look familiar at all. Just where is he now?

Regardless, he continues to look around, taking steps as he very cautiously walks around looking for his friends. Passers-by might see him not paying attention to what's right in front of him, however, and he might just bump into someone on the street, at which point he will apologize profusely for doing so...]

//ooc: All replies will come from

jaaaaaaade! I'm not sure whether to feel sorry for that username or not.

Tags:!curse: 39 - age swap, dist the reaper

04:13 pm - 14

asea

Who: Walter and you
Where: Forest
When: 16th, noon
Style: Either
Status: Open

[A window on the second floor of Phasma Apartment throws open, and there's a blur of black as something leaps off the sill. Whether it's noticed, the winged creature speeds startlingly toward the forest quadrant (by sheer coincidence in a blind charge), only slowing once several meters in.

The blackness disperses with a sparkle and 14-year-old Walter stumbles forward, twigs crunching under roomy boots. A length of torn cloth is wrapped around his waist to secure long pants, the hems of which he can feel under the soles of his feet. The shirts hang loosely off his frame, but they're not so oversized that he needs to do more. The cape clings to his arms, so he shrugs, tossing it up to rest on his shoulders.

The familiar whites and blues had been the only comforting thing in an unfamiliar room, even if they're a bit big.

He treads carefully deeper in the forest, until he comes across the sizable lake in the center. Crouching, he stares into the expanse of water and frowns. Landlocked.

Should one make the slightest sound of approaching, be it the rustling of the thicket or the snap of a twig, Walter will act before thinking: that would be plunging himself into the water, away from view and safe from dangers of the land. And he'll be down there for minutes, hours even, unless provoked to emerge.

Or he may come out on his own to attack. It's up to how one presents oneself.]

Tags:!curse: 39 - age swap, walter delques

09:10 pm - a little Italy~

savemegermany

Who: Chibitalia and you all!
Where: Plaza
When: 16th, midday
Style: whatever. I'll match
Status: Open

( There was a Chibitalia in the plaza )

In the plaza, a kid Italy was scampering about. Much smaller and higher voiced, Italy was donning a dress and a handkerchief on his head, his extremely large curl peeping out from underneath. It was what he wore as a kid (as everyone seemed to believe he was a girl), so he didn't think much of it.

He was busy gathering things for his bakery, not doing so well. He had a giant (well giant for his size) bag of flour in his arms, gripping on to it for dear life. "Ve~~~ Being small again is hard." Then a thought came across. "If only Holy Rome showed up right now." Oh that would make it great to see him once again!

Tags:!curse: 39 - age swap, hijiri minase, italy (feliciano vargas)
Mood:busy

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