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bravenewworld2015-09-27 09:40 pm
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Entry tags:
- !plot,
- axis powers hetalia: poland,
- dragon age: isabela,
- fate series: waver velvet,
- final fantasy v: lenna tycoon,
- league of legends: ezreal,
- league of legends: luxanna crownguard,
- persona 4: naoto shirogane,
- persona 4: teddie,
- persona 4: yosuke hanamura,
- persona 4: yukiko amagi,
- ressha sentai toqger: right,
- sailor moon: haruka tenoh,
- sailor moon: rei hino,
- soul eater: maka albarn,
- star driver: takuto tsunashi,
- super robot wars og: kyosuke nanbu,
- tales of symphonia: raine sage,
- tsubasa chronicle: fai flourite
Event - The White Dragon Travel Log
[It's a lengthy journey even by air, that our intrepid heroes find themselves on. The veteran fliers set a quick, but not grueling pace at the suggestion of the Valkyries. Arriving to a battleground when a god had taken the field tired was not wise, they'd said, and who could really blame them? The prospect alone of facing down one of the beasts of legend would be enough to send most men fleeing in the opposite direction, but one who was working with a human? That was all the more reason to make sure that proper care was taken on the trek. And so for a day the party traveled, a caravan of birds, dragons, reptiles and the odd flying robot making steady time across the Rolling Plains before setting down at the north-eastern edge.
The curious would find that not far from where the tents were pitched, the green hills turned jagged, the land going from verdant to a sea of dark glass. Obsidian shards spiked upwards, spires gleaming in the moonlight like razor sharp teeth, setting an ominous tone for the evening's respite. Tents were pitched, fires were lit, and the more warlike companions even began a drum circle and dance. Valkyries and shirtless Calderan volunteers, a small number of visiting mages, and other more mysterious folks all curious to see the god and to help with the relief efforts. The camp, despite the circumstances, was at least a lively one.
And then came the final day.
Over the Obsidian Flats they went, the massive shapes of Boldore and Tyranitar visible even from up in the sky. And...further perhaps even more stunningly, a gigantic lake almost large enough to call an inland sea, sprawled out below. Rivers snaked out of it all around, and the water itself was a pure crystal blue. But perhaps the most awe inspiring sight of the whole journey came once they cleared the Flats and the area around Glacier came into view. An expanse of white, thick snow covering the ground this early in the year. Arctic forests cropped up here and there, snowcapped trees and a frigid looking river marring the perfect canvas beneath. And more Pokemon , of course. Gigantic Avalugg shook the ground below, and a new species plodded along, chewing amiably on the trees, largely unconcerned by the humans overhead, and the occurrences in the distance.
Along the coast a city was in flames, people streaming out of its ruined gates, desperately fleeing along the rivers before whatever it was came back. Smoke curled up along the skyline, burned hamlets and outlying settlements that'd already been destroyed.
It seems like they weren't too late, and it in the moment of respite there was a chance for our heroes to at least get their bearings and prepare for the Dragon God's return...]
[OOC: We will be opening some of these areas for bonding within the next few days for everyone who is taking part in the expedition.]
The curious would find that not far from where the tents were pitched, the green hills turned jagged, the land going from verdant to a sea of dark glass. Obsidian shards spiked upwards, spires gleaming in the moonlight like razor sharp teeth, setting an ominous tone for the evening's respite. Tents were pitched, fires were lit, and the more warlike companions even began a drum circle and dance. Valkyries and shirtless Calderan volunteers, a small number of visiting mages, and other more mysterious folks all curious to see the god and to help with the relief efforts. The camp, despite the circumstances, was at least a lively one.
And then came the final day.
Over the Obsidian Flats they went, the massive shapes of Boldore and Tyranitar visible even from up in the sky. And...further perhaps even more stunningly, a gigantic lake almost large enough to call an inland sea, sprawled out below. Rivers snaked out of it all around, and the water itself was a pure crystal blue. But perhaps the most awe inspiring sight of the whole journey came once they cleared the Flats and the area around Glacier came into view. An expanse of white, thick snow covering the ground this early in the year. Arctic forests cropped up here and there, snowcapped trees and a frigid looking river marring the perfect canvas beneath. And more Pokemon , of course. Gigantic Avalugg shook the ground below, and a new species plodded along, chewing amiably on the trees, largely unconcerned by the humans overhead, and the occurrences in the distance.
Along the coast a city was in flames, people streaming out of its ruined gates, desperately fleeing along the rivers before whatever it was came back. Smoke curled up along the skyline, burned hamlets and outlying settlements that'd already been destroyed.
It seems like they weren't too late, and it in the moment of respite there was a chance for our heroes to at least get their bearings and prepare for the Dragon God's return...]
[OOC: We will be opening some of these areas for bonding within the next few days for everyone who is taking part in the expedition.]
Camp!
[Eventually, he notices someone watching, and since his only responses to things that make him feel shy are running off or getting overconfident and pushy to hide the shyness, he ends up coming over to the edge of the fire's circle and giving Gordon a cocky little smile.]
Not a dancer?
Re: Camp!
Old joints.
[The white haired man considers the younger man for a moment.]
Enjoying yourself?
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[It looks like that possibility is just now occurring to him, like he's never really considered what it's like to not be very young. (Spoiler alert: he hasn't.)]
[He looks sort of curious for a second, then makes up his mind and sits down, too.]
I'm like, always enjoying myself. What about you?
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Trying to get better about it. Something of a workaholic. It's... caused me problems, though.
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[...Feliks may not have ever really considered what it's like to have to actually have a day job. Nobles, man.]
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[He's not totally sure of the details or anything, but now he feels a little bad for asking. Family can be complicated enough without any outside obligations.]
...I mean, I kind of get that! I had something to do lately that sort of pushed me away from my family for a while, too.
[Hopefully it will get better now that his missing person is back. Sooner or later, he's going to have to really step up into his role as heir, though, and that's probably going to be rough on him.]
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Just make sure you don't let every little thing pull you away. Don't make my mistakes.
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[Hopefully, at least.]
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Alright then.
[He looks past Feliks to the merry makers.]
Go, enjoy yourself. Tomorrow will be difficult.
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Sure, can-do!
[And he goes off to enjoy himself with the dancers again.]