Who: Tiir and vatheon!
When: Noon
Where: Plaza
Style: [c:?]
Status: Open!

[It comes as a somewhat unpleasant shock to suddenly awaken, drenched. The water mixes with the not-quite-dry blood in Tiir's clothes, with tears in them indicating that at least some of the blood is likely his own, creating a bit of a watery bloody mess. His eyes are red—and not in his usual manner, that is—like he's been crying recently. While disoriented for a bit as he gets up, his memories of Vatheon return to him soon enough, fortunately, and combined with everything that's happened back home, there's so much he needs to sort out—]

Ah—?

[—Not that he gets the time to, as there's suddenly there's a local up in his personal bubble with a towel, wiping at his hair, face, and anywhere there's blood, really. Tiir's gut instinct is 'kill her', before quickly reminding himself that that would be a Bad Thing, and likewise deciding that even knocking her unconscious would probably be excessive force (and he never expected to think that about a human, but, well, things have changed).

And so, as he tries to decide just how much force he can use to stop her while still not being rude, exactly, he protests, though his voice is hoarse, as if his throat's been torn to shreds.]

I'm not some child, so don't touch me, hu—

[Wait, no. Using "human" as an insult is also a Bad Thing. Trying to overcome his hatred, right. Reminding himself of that, Tiir settles for more... normal protests that ultimately seem to have no effect as he attempts to back away.]

Honestly, I'm fine.

[... Ryner told him to trust humans, but he didn't tell him how to deal with fussy humans who apparently have no concept of personal space, damn it.

Help him out? (Or ignore him and his awkward misery—)]

Who: Argilla, Serph, and you!
When: All day
Where: Outside the Embryon base, near the Forest Quadrant
Style: [Action], but we are willing to match!
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN

[About a year ago, the area near the Forest Quadrant shook mildly from miniature quakes.

Now, just over a year later, the area near the Forest Quadrant is shaking from miniature quakes. Except this time, they're stronger.

If one were to investigate their source, it would be traced back to to the Embryon base, a spartan 3 floor abandoned building with a flourishing pond and garden and orange paint on the doors. If one approaches from the Lower District, they would spot Serph and a demon in the garden with some new holes in the concrete. But if one approaches from the direction of the forest, they would spot Serph and the... front... of the demon...................... Around them are sacks of dirt, as well as various potted plants and seed packets.

At a nod from Serph, Argilla, in her demon form, splits open a new hole in the concrete with yet another ground shaking spell.

...Approach?]


[ooc: tags will come from both Argilla and Serph! Turn order'll be you, whichever of us gets to you first, then the other :>]

Who: Rinoa, Sacra (said cyborg dog) and YOU! Yes, you.
Where: In a clearing near the forest
When: Today
Style: Prose, but will match!
Status: Open~~

With her powers returned, and being able to wield her normal weapon again, Rinoa decided it was a good time to get Sacra out and do a bit of training. He was a smart dog and already well trained, but she wanted to see what else he was capable of. Without breaking him or hurting him, of course.

Said training today involved shooting projectiles out of her Blaster Edge mount (not the proper way to use it but shhh) and having him take off after them. Call it Fetch v2.0. The projectiles were a rubber material; tough enough to survive the mount but not so hard as to hurt Sacra's teeth.

The two are going at it with gusto near the forest, with Sacra tearing off after the projectiles. Once it's warmer, she plans to do this on the island, where there's more room and less protective barrier to break.

However, they will need to take a break eventually, so feel free to come say hi and chat.