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| [The feed comes into view, as Wallace is now staring at the screen and rather red in the face. He has a hat on his head, which looks like a jester's hat. The look on his face shows that he isn't very happy at all, as he tries to yank it off with his free hand.]
Is anyone else having trouble with so called hats appearing out of no where? I went to put this jester's hat on just for amusement and now....I can't get it off! Can anyone shed light on this? As, it's.....rather annoying, to say the least.
[The hat was bright red and yellow striped with bells attached at the end. He really did look the fool.] | |
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| [Someone is placing their SFC with great care, so that it catches a ring of people standing near the core cluster of the coral growth in the Plaza, and it's only when Death the Kid stoops to speak into it that he can be seen.]
We will begin shortly. Zelda, should anything happen, this transmission will report on our behalf.
[He almost adds something, but the grim reaper straightens up, turns precisely on a heel, and strides back to join the others -- Shirley Fennes and Shiro Fujimoto are clearly visible, and to the other side stands Marie Mjolnir. Kid addresses those gathered, but what he says isn't audible.
Apparently it means to begin, because Shirley begins employing Healing Artes with the sprawling growth of the coral as her target, while the others have their heads bowed in concentration.
One of the stripes in Kid's hair lifts off his head, gradually expanding to connect like a halo around his head. This is followed by the second. The third is the slowest to catch up, but by now the plaza has started to rumble, the image swapping now between being washed out with light and, more frequently, bursts of static.
The roar transmitted by the SFC could simply be a result of audio distortion, or the energy being poured into Lamufao by their combined efforts is so great the air itself screams.
Eventually, there is nothing but static at all to see. Those with the ability to sense spiritual energy at range may have felt a massive sphere of condensed energy gathering at the coral, and then abruptly winking out. When the image returns, the Plaza is still there, the barrier looks more reliable than it has in weeks, and nothing untoward appears to have happened to the coral.
Death the Kid, however, crumples like a puppet cut from its strings, the lines of his hair having returned to their usual, asymmetrical placement at the side of his head.]
[ooc; Marie and Stein's presence still needs to be confirmed by their players, but please feel free to respond to Shirley and Shiro! The barrier appears to have been restored, and the coral's energy readings will be disclosed by Zelda.] | |
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| [ There's a dissipating shower of purple flecks behind Walter, this time with more black and belts, when the feed comes on. More than that, half the trademark severity from his features has gone—he's clearly not in the mood to punch someone's lungs out. Which is new.] Vatheon—[ he grasps the cloth wrapped around his hair and pulls it off, suddenly seeing no point in it. His tone is softer from its usual guttural gruffness.] . . . What's a soul? action;[ After a moment of waiting, Walter cranes his neck to the side. He hasn't come to the abandoned village in months; the area's about the same as the images his memories convey him. And now, he's a little more keen about disregarding appearances to dig around.
He slides in and out of the broken buildings, taking a moment to wander each interior before moving onto the next. His hands are smeared with grime in minutes, and he rubs the flat of his fingertips against his thumb at a juncture. It's all so familiar in a way, yet he feels nothing more than . . . apathy.
People lived here, once. Probably.
Outside, he leans against what remains of a wall and looks up, his arms crossed.] | |
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| [ Mithos is packing things. He had just finished packing his clothing, and anything left of Kratos' was just going to sit there indefinitely. He didn't need anything of his, nor did he want anything. As he finished zipping up a suitcase, Mithos turns to a rather prominent sight in the video: a large, glowing, purple sword that was simply levitating in place. Mithos raised his hand to it, and it vanished into thin air.
Finally, he turned to a vase with flowers in it. The flowers were wilted, but he had apparently used magic a few times to prolong their lifespan, or they'd be shriveled completely. Anyone who would recognize them might know they were the same flowers he received from Sophie. Talk about a sad memento. He approaches the vase, and picks it up, threatening to throw it in the nearby trash can... but decides against it. He simply sighs, and sets it down on the desk. He'll just leave them here to die completely.
It's not like she was coming back any time soon.
Without realizing the SFC was on, he picked it up, and brought it to his bed. He sat down on the foot of it, and set the SFC down on top of his suitcase. ]I guess all I can do is wait... [ He said to nobody in particular. Hopefully, Kohaku would invite him over soon. He won't admit it, but it's getting lonely in this apartment. ] | |
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| [ A peach-colored waterway stretches on for many yards, overlapping here and there like a labyrinth. With nary a crack in the walls, the lighting is dim at best, casting a purple hue on the enclosed environment. The floor is wet; it's been used mere minutes ago, and the smell of sea water blankets the faint odor of blood.
Frantic footsteps.( Get out of his dream. ) | |
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| [Anyone that wanders into the princess's dream would surprisingly still find themselves in Vatheon. It isn't exactly the Vatheon that everyone lives in now, though - it's just a bit different. The coral now towers all the way up to the top of the bubble, looking a great deal like a massive tree. It gives off a soft golden glow. Thalassino can be seen nearby walking around openly, and Carol isn't too far off either. The locals that typically wander the city looking just a bit like they're in a fog have a sort of clarity to them that they usually don't possess.
Zelda herself can be found at the base of the coral, pressing a hand to the mark beneath her collarbone and opening up a portal. The fields of Hyrule are visible on the other side, accessible whenever she wants to go. It's then that she notices she has company, and she turns with a smile.]
Hello, there. | |
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| [Good day bubble, today on your SFC you will see one templar at coming in and out of one dressing room of two which is situated in one of the many clothing shops in the plaza. His hand has hit his own SFC on without much though, which is why what else can be seen is a mirror and small table between the dressing rooms as well. He also seems to be posing in front of said mirror and coming out in different clothing every time that ranges from this to this and even this. He's making comments too, some examples are "Oh this won't do." and "Ugh! This is awful!" for specifics. His hair that's usually tied up is not for the day either and his ears are sporting a pair of ruby stud earrings. Anyone can see he's having a hard time deciding what outfit to pick too, but finally decides on one as he's done changing back into his regular clothes and holding each one up.]Hmm... I think I'll go with that gray suit I chose with the red tie and these earrings aren't that terrible either. A nice birthday gift to myself I would say too. Then I can get home, pick up Ib, and we'll be on our way to dinner. [Picks up the SFC, he'll see it's already on and linefaces for a moment before continuing.] Since this obviously was on before I decided to make a call, it seems my words prior were heard. So yes, it's my birthday and I'm going out to dinner with my adopted daughter Ib. Also Ib darling, if you're listening, I hope you're getting ready by the time I'm back at the apartment. [Obviously the world needed to know these facts, right?]Anyway. I'm still not sure what the big deal with birthdays is about, but I might as well celebrate since people here seem to do that and this will be the first time in years I'm actually enjoying this day. But either way, I've done enough talking so I'll be in touch if anyone needs me. [Then he promptly turns off the feed.] | |
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| ( exposition )( action for Tidus )[ Good morning, Tidus. How are you in Walter's body? Let it be of note that his apartment is incredibly bare besides the random assortment of flowers everywhere, so it's not very exciting. If Tidus isn't awake now, the harsh rapping on the door might stir him. Should he answer the door, a petite girl standing at 5'1" in pajamas will greet him with a frown.
After that encounter, using Shirley's communicator . . . ] ( audio ). . . Hes. [ If she is indeed the only other Ferines in Vatheon, Shirley should be the only one to understand: "curse." On top of using her voice, if very flatly, he means to draw her out. She's not in his body, so he has no other place to begin. He can't summon his teriques like this to do the roaming for him.] | |
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| [Hello, Vatheon. Nice weather we're having today, right? It's totally understandable if you need to cool off, head to the island and sit beside a fan all day. ... But if you're following Axel's trend, then, please. What's the use of fans and water? Just stay outside, kick back... and treat yourself to an ice cream.
Really treat yourself to an ice cream.
The feed starts, showing Axel seated comfortably outside on a bench, one leg crossed over the other, arm slung over the backrest, and in his hand is a dripping, hard, creamy... Sea-Salt Ice Cream bar! (minus the face)
He's eying the screen through half lidded eyes here, and after a beat he slowly slides his tongue out to give the treat a little lick. Yes, he knows that this is public. No, he isn't going to stop. You need to see this.]Hey. [He sounds normal enough. ... Or maybe he's drawling. Purring?] Is it hot out here or is it just me? ((OOC: A bit backdated because I was busy entertaining company today. orz ... I have no regrets.)) | |
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