Zexion (
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thusia2013-02-15 08:38 pm
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Entry tags:
- !!days 110-119,
- *bulletin board,
- alexander the great (rider),
- diarmuid ua duibhne (saber) (au),
- edward elric (pg),
- emiya kiritsugu,
- howard link (pg),
- kagamine len,
- kotomine shirou (au),
- kudo shinichi (pg),
- ky sinclair (pg),
- lenalee lee,
- matou byakuya (au),
- nakamori aoko (pg),
- orihara izaya (pecha) (pg),
- prussia (gilbert beilschmidt) (pg),
- sumeragi kururu (pg),
- tide,
- tohsaka tokiomi,
- toph beifong,
- tyki mikk (in_ruination) (au) (pg),
- zelgadis graywords (pg),
- zexion (pg),
- {akimoto michi},
- {rikugou tokidoki},
- {the handmaid}
Proper Introductions
Who: Current inhabitants of HQ
When: Day 119, morning
Where: 4th floor courtyard
What: Breakfast and reestablished communications
[The smell of baking and breakfast sausages fills the air this morning. Follow it, and you'll find a large picnic blanket spread out between the 4th floor bulletin board and the (now once again empty, and finally clean) fountain.
The last of the rainforest's larder is spread out: small bowls of varied nuts, warm buns beside blood mushroom jam, fried potatoes, monkey sausage and crispy monkey wings. A salad of fresh green and yellow leaves, dotted with flower petals, adds colour, as does a plate of preserved local vegetables. In the centre, steaming gently, is a pot of . . . is that miso soup?
A sign on the bulletin board states, simply enough, Community Meet and Greet.]
Good morning.
I am quite sure I am not alone in realizing how many new faces there are in these halls, and how many more that were once here are now absent. Before we embark on whatever explorations we make have in this new location, it seems a good time to once again take a few moments to introduce ourselves.
If you could, please give your name, the length of time you have been here, and, as a way to open up conversation, feel free to share a point of interest about yourself, any plans you may have for the next few days, or questions about the environment we have navigated to.
When: Day 119, morning
Where: 4th floor courtyard
What: Breakfast and reestablished communications
[The smell of baking and breakfast sausages fills the air this morning. Follow it, and you'll find a large picnic blanket spread out between the 4th floor bulletin board and the (now once again empty, and finally clean) fountain.
The last of the rainforest's larder is spread out: small bowls of varied nuts, warm buns beside blood mushroom jam, fried potatoes, monkey sausage and crispy monkey wings. A salad of fresh green and yellow leaves, dotted with flower petals, adds colour, as does a plate of preserved local vegetables. In the centre, steaming gently, is a pot of . . . is that miso soup?
A sign on the bulletin board states, simply enough, Community Meet and Greet.]
Good morning.
I am quite sure I am not alone in realizing how many new faces there are in these halls, and how many more that were once here are now absent. Before we embark on whatever explorations we make have in this new location, it seems a good time to once again take a few moments to introduce ourselves.
If you could, please give your name, the length of time you have been here, and, as a way to open up conversation, feel free to share a point of interest about yourself, any plans you may have for the next few days, or questions about the environment we have navigated to.
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You'll excuse my being short.
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If she went with that god, she should be able to handle herself. Archer also went out there.
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[but he doesn't like Archer B(]
I'm still concerned.
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[8|a]
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[BUT TOPIC CHANGE]
I met your other daughter.
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[... but how are you meaning that. eying Tokiomi]
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Did it need cleaning?
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[and yet it's a bittersweet feeling when he knows about Archer, when he knows the kind of paths Shirous could follow in other timelines, how they can end up like he did with their ideas betraying them...]
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She could refine her manners, but I suppose not everyone is suited to refined behavior.
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a traditional magus admitting his way of doing things were completely fucking wrong
brb, openly staring at.]
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My apologies.
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oh. right.]
Different times call for different measures. I wouldn't survive long if I didn't adapt.
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