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Who: Absolutely everyone What: Masquerade~! Where: The Golden Victory Club When: Night of Saturday the 8th Style: Whatever you want Status: Open like the club's doors~ ( Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you! ) - Tags:aizen sosuke, angelo, aoko nakamori, argilla, ashraf al-mansur, cheria barnes, cielo, dark link, dirk strider, dizzy, duke pantarei, estellise sidos heurassein, expatriate darkleer, fai (original), fai d. flourite, gale, ghirahim, grell sutcliff, guy cecil, jade curtiss, johnny rayflo, kanaya maryam, karkat vantas, kohaku hearts, ky kiske, labrys, libertà, link (ocarina of time), luke fon fabre, madame red (angelina durless), maka albarn, mephisto pheles, mitsuhide akechi, rinoa heartilly, ronald knox, roxas, roxy lalonde, ryoko asakura, selphie tilmitt, sera, squall leonhart, tatsumi seiichirou, tifa lockhart, tsuzuki asato, walter delques, william t. spears, xion, yukari takeba, yukiko kudo, yukio okumura, yuugi mutou, zelda (ocarina of time)
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Who: Cheria and vatheon! When: Right Noooow. Where: At the laundromat in the bubble! Style: Brackets, since my brain is bound to shut down horribly. Status: SO VERY OPEN. [ The locals have been working really hard to repair everything on the island after the recent events that had taken place there. As a result, Cheria had found herself wanting to do her part to help them as well ... they seemed to have more than enough people working to bring things back to normal up there, however, so she offered to take care of the laundry for them, since they were undoubtedly going to need some help washing clothes.
And, you know, it was made easier since discovering the laundromat and how that worked.
Still, she hadn't realized just how much people would take advantage of her offer. Cheria carried a rather heavy basket toward the laundromat now. There had been a couple of other heavy baskets before this, and she was sure there would be more where this came from. She finally makes it to a bench near the laundromat and sets the basket down, wiping the sweat from her brow and taking a short break before she started up with carrying it the rest of the way again.
If only she had some help ... it was a thought that crossed her mind, many times. But no, she was the one who had offered. She could definitely handle this herself!
... even if she really did want some help. ]
( ooc: If this isn't okay, let me know and I can change it!! Also, I'm going to be very slow with responses in general due to work kicking my ass. ) |
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Who: Malik and Vatheon Where: The Plaza When: Thursday, August 23rd, Late Evening, Style: Whichever you prefer Status: Open
What the…
[ Malik was used to teleportation, he was even used to traveling through aquatic bubbles and landing on new planets, but this was something new. He had stepped into the teleporter to head to the Amarcian Enclave and ended up here, he clearly remembered that part.]
[He blinked. He certainly didn’t remember the giant coral thing standing right in front of him. Or being soaking wet?]
[ Did I get completely drunk and blackout? No, that wasn’t it either. No hangover. His hand goes to check for his mythril bladerang. That was still there. He relaxes a little and folds his arms across his damp chest while taking in the surroundings. A few drops of water fall from his goatee and onto his arms.]
[ Besides the enormous glowing coral, and… he finishes looking up… being under an ocean it seems somewhat normal. He was in some kind of plaza. Was that a sign for a welcome center? With hearts on it? ]
Huh.
[Wherever he was, it didn’t seem too dangerous.] |
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Who: Vegeta, Cheria, Cheria's housemates if they hear her scream When: August 16th, evening Where: Graces house Style: brrrrackets Status: Closed
[One minute, he'd been fresh out of the shower in that woman's house, holding up the hideous pink shirt she'd left for him in place of his armor. The next, he was deposited in Cheria's room wearing only the khakis and waving around said pink shirt angrily, continuing his sentence like he'd never been teleported at all.]
What is the meaning of this, woman?! |
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Who: Asbel Lhant ( protectingwishes) and Cheria Barnes ( dreamchasing) When: Shortly after this post.Where: Grace's House Style: Starting in Brackets! Status: Closed [ Since seeing Sophie's post on the network, Cheria had come to realize just what sort of things people might be telling her, and how it affects Sophie's view on things. Of course, Mommy bear as she is, she didn't think it was a good idea to let it keep happening, though even she knew there was only so much she could do herself ...
... but maybe she was just being overprotective. A second opinion never hurt, did it? Even if that second opinion came from the biggest dope on the face of any planet. As much of a dope as he was, though, that dope was still one of her best friends, and she did value his opinion.
She stood in the doorway to the room Asbel was in, leaning against the doorframe for a few moments. She watched him, hesitating to speak ...
But then, she finally did. ]Hey, Asbel? Could we talk? |
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Who: Asbel Lhant and Cheria Barnes When: A few hours after Asbel's arrival Where: Grace's House Graceshouse Style: Are we going with brackets? :D; Status: Closed!
[ It had been a few hours since Hubert and Sophie had brought an unconscious Asbel home with them. Since then, they had managed to get his soaked clothing off of him and get dry clothing on him (with Hubert's help, of course), get him into a bed, and bundle him up. Cheria had been by his side almost the entirety of the time, making certain that his fever wasn't spiking, or that his cold wasn't getting any worse.
She had made one of her rare trips out of the room recently, and returned with a glass of water in case he woke up and needed something to drink. She sat down again by his bedside, brushing aside some of the hair from his forehead to gently place a hand on it, feeling her own forehead with her other hand to determine how his fever was.
... no change, it seemed.
She sighed, sitting back and closing her eyes. She wished he would wake up ... ] |
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Who: Cheria and all of vatheon ~ When: 05/14/2012, Afternoon Where: Somewhere among all the ~*~flowers~*~ Style: Starting in Action Brackets, will follow whateeeever you do. ♥ Status: OPEN. Like an open thing. [ The first thing Cheria thought upon seeing all of the flowers was how much Sophie would love them. So now, here she was; knelt down among a patch of flowers, picking them and making them into little bouquets. She had paused only long enough to run to one of the shops and grab some ribbon and a pair of scissors before returning and continuing her work.
The idea was to make little bouquets and pass them around to all of the people she knew and cared about in this place. After all that had happened in the past month, Cheria felt that perhaps everyone could use a little bit of extra cheer, and what better way to do such a thing than with flowers? Plus, they'd look nice on the kitchen table.
Would anybody like to join her in making bouquets? There's always more room! ♥ She'll even share her ribbon and scissors to make them look extra nice! ] |
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Who: Marta Lauldi and YOU. Where: Central plaza. When: Right now. Style: I'll match! Status: Open too all.
--I know who you really are. You've always tried your best and that's the Emil that I love!
[Despite having made her feelings well known during the course of their journey together, the impermanent nature of their current situation resonated strongly within her, prompting the almost explosive confession. This time she needs an answer, a reaffirmation that everything is going to be okay. Holding back the tears threatening to fall at any moment, she watches the boy before her stumble over his own words in reaction to hers. And then–
"Love." The moment her beloved Ratatosk Knight spoke the very word, a sudden impulse came over her. Oh how she had been waiting for this! Unable to wait for the rest of his response to fully take form, she immediately sprang to mash lips with him to consummate their mutual affection.
Or, well... that was the plan, anyway.
Instead of the warm, melting feeling that supposedly accompanied a kiss between two lovers, Marta is instead greeted by a falling sensation, followed by a feeling synonymous to that of being thrown into an expanse of water before her lips finally locked with someone else's after all.
It wasn't expected, but hey, at least it broke her fall, oops.]
((OOC: Marta's lip-ginity will be taken on a first come, first serve basis! After the first comment, it can be assumed then that she will be trudging along Vatheon and will NOT. BE. HAPPY. ONE. BIT.)) |
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