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[Action]
[Prince Masaomi isn't the only one out in search of a particular girl today. After a dance that even he doesn't quite understand, Prince Arumat here is left with nothing but a glass slipper as a clue to the identity of that mysterious girl ( Read more... ) -
[Action]
[It's been quite a while since Arumat has last been to the barracks-- after the creation of the Battle Dome, he's been spending his time in the battle simulators there instead of at the barracks. But today is a special occasion. Today he's got his two students in tow with the intent of testing the skills they've learned in a two-on-one battle, no ( Read more... ) -
[Action] (backdated to fourth wall because of sudden internet death)
[The snow is only serving to increase Arumat's already bad mood, and without his symbology, he's forced to shovel it by hand instead of just using a fire symbol to melt it away from the walkway in front of House 25. So that's what he's currently doing, a very decided scowl on his face as he works... but at least the exercise helps relieve a little ( Read more... ) -
[Action]
[Today is just an ordinary day for Arumat: get up, do whatever was needed around the house, and then head over to the battle dome to train, where he'll spend the majority of the afternoon. In the evening, he'll head back to House 25... only to pause the moment he opens the door. Something's not right, he can sense that much, and his pace picks up ( Read more... ) -
[Written; Filtered 95% from Myuria/Action]
[There are multiple scratched-out lines in the journal, as if whoever is writing this had a hard time trying to figure out just what the heck to say.]
What do you
If you were going to
For
What is
What do women like?
[A little later in the afternoon, Arumat can be found in the kitchen of House 25, which now smells... like burning chocolate. ( Read more... ) -
[Action]
[Wind. The first thing he's aware of is the breeze on his face, blowing his bangs so that they tickle his cheeks. The sun is almost blindingly bright even through his closed eyelids, and it's several long minutes before he even dares open them, lifting one hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight he hasn't seen in almost exactly a month. Was ( Read more... ) -
[Voice // Filter]
[Filtered to draftees]
[Arumat had been looking forward to the draft, to a chance to fight, ever since he'd seen his name on that list. Not so much so now that he's learned he's on a team full of people who absolutely refuse to kill, however. It's frustrating him a great deal, and that frustration is evident in his voice as he speaks.]What do ( Read more... ) -
[Action]
[There's a certain Eldarian soldier stalking angrily through the plaza. That in itself is nothing out of the ordinary; Arumat walks around with a scowl on his face a good 95% of the time. No, what's unusual is the fact that he's positively dripping with chocolate syrup. Yep, guess who got caught in a chocolate rain? The situation probably ( Read more... ) -
[Action]
[As night falls, anyone near the northern edge of the village might spot a figure slowly limping his way towards the southern reaches of town, headed towards House 25. Closer observation will reveal that it's Arumat, battered and bleeding and dragging his right leg as he doggedly trudges on in silence. There's a makeshift splint on his injured ( Read more... ) -
[Accidental Voice/Action]
[Arumat isn't in the habit of making voice posts to his journal... that alone should be a warning sign that something isn't right. What he says next should make the situation very clear.]
So you think you can challenge Death himself, do you?
[There's the high-pitched whine of his laser scythe clicking on, followed by a sound as it shifts to its ( Read more... )