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vatheon2013-04-03 09:21 am
redcladidealist) wrote in vatheon2013-04-03 09:21 am
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29th Combo
Who: Lloyd Irving and anyone
Where: Starts off en route to the elevator, then continues up on the island
When: Morning, Noon, and Afternoon (please specify)
Style: I'll match!
Status: Open!
Warnings: Anyone who tags into the Afternoon runs the risk of being accidentally targeted by a powerful but miscast spell. If you want your character injured, go right ahead! o/ Just please, no character death.
Morning
[Today's the day! Excitement bubbles up inside Lloyd as he hauls his first load of materials in the direction of the elevator. Ugh, it's heavy, even with the boost of angelic strength his awakened Exsphere gives him, but he doesn't want to make any more trips than he has to. He wants to start working on his boat now! For over a year now, he's been working on plans and collecting the materials and making the pieces he needs and how he's finally at a point where he can begin construction and he just doesn't want to wait anymore.]
Nnngh. Dammit, Presea made this look so easy!
[Granted, Presea had been dragging just one tree, not trying to balance tools and lumber and a sackful of plans and random parts, but still! It's not like he's carrying that much!]
Come on, just... a little... farther...
[Clang!]
Dammit!
[There went the bag with his tools.]
Noon
[With nothing but crumbs remaining of his lunch, Lloyd stands back up and stretches. He... probably ought to get back to work on his boat, but... Man, it sure is discouraging to look at his boat, to think how much time he's spent on it so far, and to realize how much farther there is to go. So much work for what feels like so little progress. His enthusiasm from this morning has waned significantly over the past few hours. It's a nice day, too, cool and cloudy overhead. Maybe... Maybe just a little break. A light breeze ruffles his hair, almost beckoning him.
Well, why not? It's been a while since I practiced. Long enough for the memory of embarrassment and frustration to have faded. Besides, he did need to practice. Who knew when he might need to be able to do this on command?
Even concentrating hard, though, it takes him a minute to get his wings to extend, wispy, ephemeral feathers made of blue-green light spreading out behind him.
Okay, I can do this.
His wings spread and flap once, twice, and- Yes! He was off the ground and in the air, and this time there aren't any trees around to crash into as soon as he takes off! Just opens skies and beaches and-]
Wh-whoa!
[His wings flap too strongly and he shoots off, askew and half-cocked, and as soon as he tries to brake-
How do you stop?!
-swooshplash! Right smack into a wave.
Gah!
Anyone passing by would now be treated to the sight of a soaking wet angel dragging himself out of the ocean, mana wings flapping awkwardly.]
Afternoon
[Once he was finished with his attempts at flying, Lloyd had worked on his boat some more. His attention span could only hold out for so long, though, before he's once again working only halfheartedly, his mind wandering to other interesting things.
He's an angel now. Has been for a few months now, technically. Yuan had said he could use magic, had warned him that he needed to learn to control it before he lost control of it, and he'd meant to practice, really, he had, but he didn't have the first clue what he was doing, and Kratos had disappeared before he could ask for lessons from him, and then he'd just never gotten around to asking Zelos or Colette. Then Zelos had disappeared, but now he was back, and there'd been that curse, and- And the list goes on for why he kept getting distracted.
The last thing we need is to have you destroy half the city because you don't understand what sort of power you're dealing with.
Lloyd winces at the memory of Yuan's stern warning. The fact that he'd probably been exaggerating didn't really help all that much. Who knew what might happen if he didn't get a handle on this?
Besides, maybe he could do something cool! Cheered by the thought, he moves well away from his would-be boat, then starts gathering and focusing all the mana he can. Only one way to find out what he can do!]
Where: Starts off en route to the elevator, then continues up on the island
When: Morning, Noon, and Afternoon (please specify)
Style: I'll match!
Status: Open!
Warnings: Anyone who tags into the Afternoon runs the risk of being accidentally targeted by a powerful but miscast spell. If you want your character injured, go right ahead! o/ Just please, no character death.
Morning
[Today's the day! Excitement bubbles up inside Lloyd as he hauls his first load of materials in the direction of the elevator. Ugh, it's heavy, even with the boost of angelic strength his awakened Exsphere gives him, but he doesn't want to make any more trips than he has to. He wants to start working on his boat now! For over a year now, he's been working on plans and collecting the materials and making the pieces he needs and how he's finally at a point where he can begin construction and he just doesn't want to wait anymore.]
Nnngh. Dammit, Presea made this look so easy!
[Granted, Presea had been dragging just one tree, not trying to balance tools and lumber and a sackful of plans and random parts, but still! It's not like he's carrying that much!]
Come on, just... a little... farther...
[Clang!]
Dammit!
[There went the bag with his tools.]
Noon
[With nothing but crumbs remaining of his lunch, Lloyd stands back up and stretches. He... probably ought to get back to work on his boat, but... Man, it sure is discouraging to look at his boat, to think how much time he's spent on it so far, and to realize how much farther there is to go. So much work for what feels like so little progress. His enthusiasm from this morning has waned significantly over the past few hours. It's a nice day, too, cool and cloudy overhead. Maybe... Maybe just a little break. A light breeze ruffles his hair, almost beckoning him.
Well, why not? It's been a while since I practiced. Long enough for the memory of embarrassment and frustration to have faded. Besides, he did need to practice. Who knew when he might need to be able to do this on command?
Even concentrating hard, though, it takes him a minute to get his wings to extend, wispy, ephemeral feathers made of blue-green light spreading out behind him.
Okay, I can do this.
His wings spread and flap once, twice, and- Yes! He was off the ground and in the air, and this time there aren't any trees around to crash into as soon as he takes off! Just opens skies and beaches and-]
Wh-whoa!
[His wings flap too strongly and he shoots off, askew and half-cocked, and as soon as he tries to brake-
How do you stop?!
-swooshplash! Right smack into a wave.
Gah!
Anyone passing by would now be treated to the sight of a soaking wet angel dragging himself out of the ocean, mana wings flapping awkwardly.]
Afternoon
[Once he was finished with his attempts at flying, Lloyd had worked on his boat some more. His attention span could only hold out for so long, though, before he's once again working only halfheartedly, his mind wandering to other interesting things.
He's an angel now. Has been for a few months now, technically. Yuan had said he could use magic, had warned him that he needed to learn to control it before he lost control of it, and he'd meant to practice, really, he had, but he didn't have the first clue what he was doing, and Kratos had disappeared before he could ask for lessons from him, and then he'd just never gotten around to asking Zelos or Colette. Then Zelos had disappeared, but now he was back, and there'd been that curse, and- And the list goes on for why he kept getting distracted.
The last thing we need is to have you destroy half the city because you don't understand what sort of power you're dealing with.
Lloyd winces at the memory of Yuan's stern warning. The fact that he'd probably been exaggerating didn't really help all that much. Who knew what might happen if he didn't get a handle on this?
Besides, maybe he could do something cool! Cheered by the thought, he moves well away from his would-be boat, then starts gathering and focusing all the mana he can. Only one way to find out what he can do!]