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destinystrings2012-10-27 04:23 pm
whatoncewaswhole) wrote in destinystrings2012-10-27 04:23 pm
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- arturia pendragon [au1],
- atsuro kihara [ou],
- chrome dokuro [ou],
- guybrush threepwood [ou],
- hitoshura [au1],
- jack (samurai) [ou],
- kaito watari [ou],
- link/oot [ou],
- link/skyward sword [ou],
- meetra surik (exile) [ou],
- minami arisato [au1],
- minato arisato [au2],
- minato arisato [ou],
- mordred [au1],
- nicholas reeve [oc],
- pit [ou],
- rune calstead [oc],
- ruri hoshino [ou],
- ryu 1/8192 [ou],
- ryuusei sakuta [ou],
- taiyou amemiya [au1],
- yu narukami [ou],
- yukiko amagi [ou]
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Who: Open to anyone!
Where: Everywhere at first, but leading up to the Virgo District.
Summary: There's an odd feeling in the air, in the wake of the Scorpio incident...
Warnings: Secondary, small plot event
The city was in a sort of rebuilding lull after the Scorpio incident. People swept debris off their porches as Wand operatives did their best to calm the demon population- the post-battle issues would probably have lasted quite a long time, if not for an odd intervention.
The twenty-seventh of October was an oddly quiet night in Hinoto-Ri. The silence seemed to scrub the streets clean, even if only metaphorically. A soft, humid rain drizzled down over the city like a blanket, lulling those who were still awake and patrolling. Yet, there were not nearly as many demons as usual; something unheard of for the town, and too suspicious to leave be, especially in the wake of Skorpios.
At about eleven, the rain picked up, more of a downpour than anyone could have expected- and there was a sound. No, more than that- it was music.
At first, the tune was simply an irritation, but as the minutes ticked on, it wormed its way much deeper. Like a fading echo, it pushed through the rain from parts unknown, calling out with it's last, faint breath. Yet never did it cease. The song begged to whatever persona users would heed it, beckoning them softly to follow it...whatever 'it' was.
Anyone who heard the melody would find themselves lured to the same place- a small row of shops in the Virgo district. The rain was harsh, yet could barely whisper over the song's intensity by then...
[ OOC: The half of this log set on the 27th is just a mingle, to ponder over what could be happening- feel free to make ridiculous theories, or what have you! The half set on the 28th will go up tomorrow, and will kick off the event proper. ]
Where: Everywhere at first, but leading up to the Virgo District.
Summary: There's an odd feeling in the air, in the wake of the Scorpio incident...
Warnings: Secondary, small plot event
The city was in a sort of rebuilding lull after the Scorpio incident. People swept debris off their porches as Wand operatives did their best to calm the demon population- the post-battle issues would probably have lasted quite a long time, if not for an odd intervention.
The twenty-seventh of October was an oddly quiet night in Hinoto-Ri. The silence seemed to scrub the streets clean, even if only metaphorically. A soft, humid rain drizzled down over the city like a blanket, lulling those who were still awake and patrolling. Yet, there were not nearly as many demons as usual; something unheard of for the town, and too suspicious to leave be, especially in the wake of Skorpios.
At about eleven, the rain picked up, more of a downpour than anyone could have expected- and there was a sound. No, more than that- it was music.
At first, the tune was simply an irritation, but as the minutes ticked on, it wormed its way much deeper. Like a fading echo, it pushed through the rain from parts unknown, calling out with it's last, faint breath. Yet never did it cease. The song begged to whatever persona users would heed it, beckoning them softly to follow it...whatever 'it' was.
Anyone who heard the melody would find themselves lured to the same place- a small row of shops in the Virgo district. The rain was harsh, yet could barely whisper over the song's intensity by then...
[ OOC: The half of this log set on the 27th is just a mingle, to ponder over what could be happening- feel free to make ridiculous theories, or what have you! The half set on the 28th will go up tomorrow, and will kick off the event proper. ]
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"... what happened?"
And if he failed, then how does he know about the seal?
But wait, that's not important right now, and Minato quickly pulls his attention back down to his other self's hand. "Whether you failed or not, you shouldn't hurt yourself like that."
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He blinks in honest confusion at that last bit, his eyes almost - but not quite - meeting yours.
"What do you mean, hurt myself?"
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He points to the other's bleeding hand. "You just hurt yourself with the skewer.."
Did he not... notice? Didn't it hurt? Or... was he like Chidori, and this was his way of dealing with things?
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"Huh? I did this?"
From the look in his eyes, he is absolutely serious. He literally does not realize he did it.
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"You did. ... do you want me to heal it?"
Not bleeding everywhere is probably the first priority, but... Minato finds it disturbing that the other doesn't even seem to know what he'd done. To hurt himself so unconsciously... what does it mean? What does that say about him?
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"Oh! You have healing spells? All Eurydice has is Recarm!"
He considers the offer for a moment before nodding firmly, his eyes fixed just above you at the spot where a Persona will usually manifest.
"Feel free!"
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It is probably a bit of overkill for healing a small wound, but... all the same Minato calls forth Messiah to heal the other's hand. The persona reaches out its own hand in gesture as it casts the spell in question. When the hand is healed, Minato lets Messiah simply fade away, still watching closely.
"... your persona is Eurydice?"
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He looks thoughtful for a few seconds before shrugging and changing the subject.
"Y'want some scorpions?"
He draws out another skewer from the paper sack and offers it to you.
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"Sure. Thank you." Tentatively he takes the skewer, eyeing them a little warily. Clearly they're edible, but... Well, a deep breath and then he takes a bite and ...
...
They're not bad. He doesn't eat the stinger, though.