[LOG] Whatever living beings there may be
Who: Valeria (incisive), Raikou (pinktintedgamon), Gau (tenpa_tantrum), Yoite (erase_to_forget), Miharu (i_will_grant_it), Lelouch Lamperouge (dramatic_cape), Marco (guerilla_morph), and Rin (revengeisalie); also featuring subtle hints of Balthier (leadshot)
Status: V. Active & OPEN TO: Allen Walker (dichrous), and Yukari (necro_fantasia)
Style: Third-person prose, any tense (feel free to play with tense!)
Where: The edge of the residential district of Raisato by the landed Strahl
When: Week 5, Day 3 - as dusk fades into night
Rating: G for now
Warnings: See the list of involved characters and possibly involved characters.
Expectations are many on this pleasant summer night in Lightning Country's Raisato. No one is more aware of this than Valeria, whose black eyes turn from the fading dusk that had become the horizon visible beyond the clouds towards the newest, designated rendezvous point decided upon earlier in the day. There, at the edge of the wealthier portion of the village's residential district, sits centered, unlit wood amidst a circle of stone. Before it is one of Raisato's grander structures. Behind it, Valeria and the finally landed as opposed to docked Strahl.
As the Turk approaches the stone circle, she breathes in, breathes deep, because the air is thinner at this elevation and she feels some slight ceremony about this meeting. Professional--that's what she is and must be. It's a lovely night for conversation regardless, for planning and discussion, and she won't allow herself to be rattled, not by anything or anyone or any conversation that has come to pass in these past few days. She has learned, is learning a lot from what conversations she does have with other people there... but it never hurts to learn more, to know and realize more and more and open oneself along with the doors. She wants answers to previously formed questions and answers to still-forming ones, too; they all do.
That's why they're here.
A flick of the wrist of her dominant hand and its palm is face-up against backdrop of the residential district. The materia in her glove hums and the curtain is lifted, not unlike the hot red flames that become the wood and briefly lick at the stone before centering upon the sacrifice. She feels the energy echo in her as she comes to a halt a few feet from campfire. A warm smile is present on her face, warm enough and cheerful, to boot; and yet, her expression is somehow calm as well.
"Good evening, everyone."
She doesn't expect everyone to be present just yet, but boredom isn't something any healthy, partially assembled group of people tolerate well. The climate may be mild, rather balmy and pleasant tonight, but she'd just as soon those assembled not catch a chill for that matter... and a little conversation in the meantime never really hurt anyone who didn't already have a headache.
Status: V. Active & OPEN TO: Allen Walker (dichrous), and Yukari (necro_fantasia)
Style: Third-person prose, any tense (feel free to play with tense!)
Where: The edge of the residential district of Raisato by the landed Strahl
When: Week 5, Day 3 - as dusk fades into night
Rating: G for now
Warnings: See the list of involved characters and possibly involved characters.
Expectations are many on this pleasant summer night in Lightning Country's Raisato. No one is more aware of this than Valeria, whose black eyes turn from the fading dusk that had become the horizon visible beyond the clouds towards the newest, designated rendezvous point decided upon earlier in the day. There, at the edge of the wealthier portion of the village's residential district, sits centered, unlit wood amidst a circle of stone. Before it is one of Raisato's grander structures. Behind it, Valeria and the finally landed as opposed to docked Strahl.
As the Turk approaches the stone circle, she breathes in, breathes deep, because the air is thinner at this elevation and she feels some slight ceremony about this meeting. Professional--that's what she is and must be. It's a lovely night for conversation regardless, for planning and discussion, and she won't allow herself to be rattled, not by anything or anyone or any conversation that has come to pass in these past few days. She has learned, is learning a lot from what conversations she does have with other people there... but it never hurts to learn more, to know and realize more and more and open oneself along with the doors. She wants answers to previously formed questions and answers to still-forming ones, too; they all do.
That's why they're here.
A flick of the wrist of her dominant hand and its palm is face-up against backdrop of the residential district. The materia in her glove hums and the curtain is lifted, not unlike the hot red flames that become the wood and briefly lick at the stone before centering upon the sacrifice. She feels the energy echo in her as she comes to a halt a few feet from campfire. A warm smile is present on her face, warm enough and cheerful, to boot; and yet, her expression is somehow calm as well.
"Good evening, everyone."
She doesn't expect everyone to be present just yet, but boredom isn't something any healthy, partially assembled group of people tolerate well. The climate may be mild, rather balmy and pleasant tonight, but she'd just as soon those assembled not catch a chill for that matter... and a little conversation in the meantime never really hurt anyone who didn't already have a headache.