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December 10th, 2009
December 9th, 2009
December 8th, 2009
quietestheart
 | 10:58 pm - 027 [text]
There's been a lot of new people here, recently. Has anyone else noticed that the gods don't bring people in one at a time, but they usually come - and leave - in groups?
It's weird...
( Private to Queensguard // Unhackable )
( Private to Rise // Unhackable )
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excarnates
 | 08:28 pm - ☠PERMISSIONS.scorched - altaïr ibn-la'ahad (assassin's creed)
PERMISSIONS
Threadhopping with this character - yes/no/maybe so?:
whatever works!
Backlogging with this character - yes/no/maybe so?:
why not? :) just let me know.
Hugging this character?:
honestly, it depends on who you are. HE MIGHT THINK YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL HIM, or something crazy like that, because what. if it's like a brohug, that's different. just don't expect him to hug back, man.
Giving this character a kiss?:
again, depends on who you are. chances are, he'll break your arm. B| unless you're some flimsy, flowery girl. then he'll just stand there. sexuality of any sort is so beyond him, ok. he has more important things to worry about, so you're better off saving your kisses for someone -- more normal? HAHA.
Hitting/punching/injuring this character?:
provoking him won't automatically get you killed, but it will get you injured. unless, of course, your character is capable of overpowering/besting him, which is certainly possible!
Is there anything that ought not be mentioned/done near this character?:
go crazy. he'll cope.
any mention of the knights templar/crusades/crusaders/assassins clan/assassins/ILLUSIONS AND MAGICAL THINGS will immediately put him on edge, though.
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quiet_carpenter
 | 12:55 am - .002 [[ Video ]]
[Faldain can be seen sitting at the small, crude table, the remains of a stubby candle the only illumination at the moment. He seems to not be paying attention, resting his chin on his hands, red eyes glimmering against the flickering light. Rubbing at his eyes gently, he pushing his hair from his eyes, speaking softly.]
Well...we seem to be stuck here for some time, don't we? We should see what resources we have at hand, what skills we can share amongst one another. If we're going to be here, then perhaps at least we can aid one another.
[He sighs softly, rising as a door is opened, disappearing for a moment. The wind is heard, and the door is closed before he returns, dropping back into his chair, a rather...mournful look on his face. Never once does he look at the screen, likely unaware that it's video and not simply audio.]
That...that is my piece, at least...
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todomarishi
 | 12:12 am - 48.T. Somewhere Between and Along the Way [video]
[The video clicks on, accompanied by a soft hiss of breath. The picture, which consists of the lower half of Terra’s face and the upper half of his torso (the former dripping water, the latter sporting dark patches as the fabric of his shirt is soaked) wobbles for a moment then finally stabilizes. Satisfied (for the moment, at least), the man steps back, no longer obscuring the shot. In the near distance, there is a fountain.
Not just any fountain. The Fountain. And what a lovely fountain it is. Sort of.
Terra has spent the better part of two days repairing it. Yes, he damaged it during his unsuccessful scuffle with Riqis, but Alfred’s kind, gentle coaxing convinced him he’d better fix it or someone (probably Alfred himself) will shank him (or introduce his face to a gun) in his sleep.
(Which is completely conceivable, since Terra spends a lot of time sleeping these days.)
Nevertheless, the fountain is there. All the ice that remained crusted to it has been melted away and just a little more rock has been added on to the structure itself. More importantly, a small spout of water, maybe two inches tall, can be seen burbling (vertically, as opposed to horizontally or on a weird, lopsided angle) into the air. Terra stands beside the fountain, drops his hands to his sides, and bows to the camera.
Unfortunately, something about the motion or the slap of bare hands on wet hakama shuts the flow off. He straightens as he notices this, expression managing to fit in a frown, a grimace, and a snarl... all within about ten seconds. He lunges after the nozzle and what ensues can only be summarized as a wrestling match between a seasoned Keybearer and a fountain stream. And the device is set just high enough to show the inside of the basin, so each and every glancing blow passed between the two opponents is recorded.
Don’t worry. He won’t step on any of the plants.
It’s about five straight minutes of war. The fountain gets in two consecutive squirts of its cold water to his face. Terra retaliates with more yelling. Most of the yelling is about Alfred and dirty water. There is an occasional mention of certain other people, but for whatever reason, Zelda remains unmentioned. At least the language he relies on to convey his present mood is never profane.
At long last, the trickle of water returns. Under Terra’s scrutiny, it remains on. He huffs a ragged breath and retreats from the fountain, turning to look not once but twice over his shoulder in case it flickers off again. When it remains on, he drags himself back to the camera to get the rest of this over with. Off-camera, he speaks up.]
I apologize for insinuating that Queen Zelda had anything to do with the weather. I take back any statement I made that involved her and will in the future keep my opinions to myself.
Also, the fountain is fixed.
Current Location: City Square... Fountain
Current Mood: angry
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December 7th, 2009
tom_hanniger
 | 08:28 pm - 23
We're doing repairs today at the forge. If you've got something you need fixed, bring it by.
( [Private - hackable if you care enough idk] )
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