jyn ✧ (ง •̀_•́)ง ✧ erso (
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meadowlarklogs2019-09-19 10:04 pm
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she's a siren in the night, with streaks of red and blue
WHO: gaby, jyn, & silena
WHERE: around the city
WHEN: dec 20, 2511 through jan 1ish, 2512
WHAT: open & closed catch all for ooc sept & october
NOTES OR WARNINGS: please see individual threads for applicable warnings
( catch all for these girls, for dreams and more. hit me up at the cr meme or via discord @ baleinette#3692 or pm for an individual starter or just drop your own starter in here )
WHERE: around the city
WHEN: dec 20, 2511 through jan 1ish, 2512
WHAT: open & closed catch all for ooc sept & october
NOTES OR WARNINGS: please see individual threads for applicable warnings
( catch all for these girls, for dreams and more. hit me up at the cr meme or via discord @ baleinette#3692 or pm for an individual starter or just drop your own starter in here )
closed to roxas ♥ as god is my witness we could dodge the danger
the girl standing next to roxas in pink and red armor like camo barbie, has her long dark hair braided with a red ribbon, face paint somehow delicate and pretty despite looking ready for war. whomever this girl is, she looks both cute and powerful, hand gripped around a bronze sword surrounded by a faint golden glow, dim in the still bright summer evening sun.
"HEROES!" the centaur bellows, hammering his hoof on the marble of the columned dining pavilion. "You know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!"
the centaur's arms spread and the tables are suddenly covered with helmets and swords and spears and shields. a shiver runs down the spine of the girl next to roxas as she turns slowly to look at him. ]
You're not supposed to be here.
no subject
I know.
[He looks at the spread of weapons. No, no, no. They look plenty effective, but they're not his. His is still gone.]
Are you?
no subject
[ the kids around them start gathering weapons and armor and helms, either red or blue, and one of them, a pretty blonde girl with grey eyes, pushes a red helmet in silena's hands. silena immediately shoves it at roxas. ]
Come on, you're going to need armor.
[ can't let him go out there unarmed. he will get stabbed. ]
uggggh I am sorry I jumped the gun on de-hiatusing but I have done so for real now
[But...he has the feeling he might need it now. Even if he shouldn't be here. Even if he has no business trying to be here.
He tries on a helmet. The spikes of blonde hair that stick out from beneath it, squashed in ways they weren't meant to be squashed, only look slightly ridiculous.]
What's all this for?
it's all good! time is a construct! ♥
[ a game. apparently capture the flag where silena is from is a war game. ]
Aphrodite cabin is aligned with Athena cabin this time, so we're going to win. But I have a job so I guess you're gonna have to do it with me. How are you at sneaking?
[ she is taking it in stride because what else is she going to do? demigod dreams are weird, she just has to ride it out until is ends or she learns something from it. or she wants to wake up... ]
I'm Silena, by the way.
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He's about to learn a lot about this game.]Used to be better at it, but I do all right. And I'm fast.
[If he's going to play this, they might as well win.]
I'm Roxas.
no subject
Don't engage them in single combat. But if you're with me they'll have more trouble with hitting you. People find it very difficult to attack me first.
[ it's like attacking a work of art. since he has a helmet and only looks a little bit adorably foolish, she steers him toward the piles of weapons strewn across one table while she seems to measure him by eye for armor. ]
Take your pick.
no subject
[He's a skinny guy, but he speaks with the confidence of someone who knows what he's talking about. He doesn't, of course; not exactly. The combat he knows involves mystical weapons and literally heartless monsters, not all of this. But it should carry over, right? He's dodged harder-hitting creatures.
Examining the options carefully, he picks out a sword, hefting it in his hand to get a feel for it. It could never feel as natural as the Keyblade, but he's had some practice with wielding other weapons lately. This one will probably work better than a pipe.]
Sounds like you've got some stories to tell, though.
[She doesn't look intimidating enough to ward off attackers. But he knows that looks don't mean much of anything.]