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[11 Jan 2006|12:03pm]

[ mood | bored ]

Presea looked out at the Sybak skyline, lit up with both stars and city lights. The air was cool, but the heat retained by the pavement kept it from getting cold.

From her perch on the roof of a shop, she could see everything and be out of reach of all but the most ambitious.

The question was, could they see her? She smiled slightly to herself.

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[09 Jan 2006|04:20pm]

[ mood | creative ]

Fairess would be insulted if anyone called what she had drawn on someone's wall graffiti. It had taken her all morning to press enough plants for their dyes! This was a work of art.

Satisfied with her flowers and three-coloured rainbow, she moved on to the next house, working happily away.

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[09 Jan 2006|01:37pm]

[ mood | devious ]

Forcystus had met a fair number of new people ever since the whole mess with the teenagers had started. For him, there were a lot of upsides to his situation. Now, however, Forcystus had found an unexpected one.

"Anyone want to play poker?" he asked with a grin, making certain it was friendly and not predatory.

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[05 Jan 2006|08:25am]

[ mood | bouncy ]

Lloyd looked to the left.

Then, he looked to the right.

"So who all knows how to play Charades?"

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[30 Dec 2005|07:46pm]

[ mood | bored ]

Yuan was really, really bored. Really bored. As in he almost was contemplating tidying his room just to have something to do.

As soon as he caught himself with that thought, he knew he had to get up and get moving before the boredom was terminal. Thus he got dressed in his outdoor clothes and went out in search of something to do to save his brain from atrophying.

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[28 Dec 2005|02:51pm]

[ mood | chipper ]

Fairess was climbing a tree. With her, climbing trees was never the simple matter that most people made it. She had to have fun and look impressive. For example, when she swung up to the next branch, "swung" is not being used lightly. She grabbed onto the branch with both hands and swung out over a gap in the branches. Then she started to swing back and forth before she got enough momentum to twirl all the way up to the top of the branch, holding on with just one hand. Finally, she let go and stood up, only halfway balanced.

It was enough to give any concerned party watching a heart attack from the danger that she was willingly putting herself into.

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[23 Dec 2005|11:21am]

[ mood | peaceful ]

Volt always carried three packs. The biggest was quite mundane, carrying normal travelling supplies. The middle one was dangerous, holding weapon supplies, like his sharpening stone and a small axe. The last, a little smaller, held his religious objects. Tonight, the night of the full moon, was one of the nights that he used the last one.

He took up his place by the river. He had grown up next to a river and felt allied to the river spirits. This was a night to be surrounded by allies. Leaning his larger axe up against a tree, he began to prepare for the ritual.

The first object he took out of his pack was a journal. The journal was not used as such, but it was a place where he wrote down what he felt he might forget. On the first page, written in the heavy strokes of one unused to much writing, was a list. He counted the people listed there, few names and mostly locations of meeting, up to forty-two. Every time he killed a person, he wrote it down in his journal.

He rummaged through his pack until he had dug out all fourty-two candles. They were all small and hacked away at, as they used to be three big candles before Volt got at them with a knife. He set two down right in front of him and then made three semi-circles around the first two. The first semi-circle was very small, with only eight, the second contained eighteen, and the third was almost as large as the second.

Making a small fire behind himself, he used a stick to light the candles, starting from the centre and working his way out. Then he closed his eyes, placed his hands together, and began to silently form words with his lips, praying to the spirits of fire that he had invoked with the candles.

This did not mean that he was completely unaware. His unknown ability to detect mana signatures searched for others around.

Long ago, even by the Summon Spirits' standards, humans had worshipped the same spirits that Volt did. Once, candles would be lit all over the world of humans on the nights of the full moon, back when most other religions were barely starting.

Those days were long gone, leaving only a few like Volt to continue in the old ways, looked at oddly by the followers of the new religions. His own ancient religion would not last long past the time when Volt would be killed to become a different kind of spirit.

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[22 Dec 2005|06:53pm]

[ mood | numb ]

It was pretty outside. A shining sun, a gentle breeze... It was pretty.

It seemed really unfitting considering everything, but there she was. But Alicia would not want Mommy or her sister. As long as the world could look like that, there would always be hope.

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[19 Dec 2005|04:24pm]

[ mood | delighted ]

For as long as she could remember, Anna had had a strange habbit of falling asleep near windows. No reason why: she just did. There were somedays when this lead to nice surprises, even if she was woken up by a draft.

For example, today:

It was snowing!

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[19 Dec 2005|04:23pm]

[ mood | aggravated ]

Celsius was not a musically inclined person. Not at all. So of course it was a surprise to find herself humming.

Dammit, she had a song stuck in her head!

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[15 Dec 2005|10:10pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

Iselia was a beautiful town. It seemed to be the very epitome of peace, and to a teen living in the middle of the Kharlan War, it was an absolute paradise.

It was also a little hard to stay awake while in that fair town. Kratos lay beneath a grape arbour, hands behind his head, slowly nodding off.

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[15 Dec 2005|06:05pm]

[ mood | blank ]

With all of these teenagers, there were fewer jobs for mercenaries. However, Volt had faith in human nature (or elven nature, although it didn't concern him); there would be a demand for mercenaries soon. Teenagers could fight just as much as adults and Volt would be among the few qualified to help with the battle.

In the meantime, he should train. So that was why he was found outside of town, swinging his axe. Not woodchopping, either.

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[07 Dec 2005|02:56am]

[ mood | crappy ]

Kratos sat on a bench in Iselia's schoolhouse and moodily kicked at the floor. When he had first found out the nature of the situation, he had been pleased. A vacation from the centuries-old Kharlan War seemed almost heaven-sent. But now, complications had set in. He had no job, he barely knew anyone, and he was homesick. Things were so different now. So much had happened in four thousand years...he didn't know how to cope.

He picked at the wood of the bench, fingering it and wondering when things would finally go back to normal.

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[05 Dec 2005|06:34pm]

[ mood | blah ]

Life had once been normal. Eventually, life would have to go back to being normal. Anna figured there were two ways for this to happen:

One. The world somehow fixed itself.

Two. The she got used to the world being like this, thus making all going on around her "normal".

Or, wonderful option three: She could just ignore the problem.

Anna rather liked that last one.

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[04 Dec 2005|06:28pm]

[ mood | apathetic ]

There was an inn around that was far less busy than normal. Outside, there lay a pile of people who were all unconscious, some with bleeding wounds and others just bruised. A note written on the back of a bartab requested that the men in the pile should be transported to a healer.

If any curious were brave enough to head inside, they would see a man sitting behind the bar, a mug in hand. Occasionally, he would sip it, although it would take him a long time to reach the bottom of the beer. A large axe leaned up against the bar, within arms reach of the man behind it.

It would be unlikely that they would notice the other man.

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[03 Dec 2005|01:42pm]

[ mood | confused ]

Lloyd looked around the crack RPs, trying to see if he could spot any familiar faces. So far, he saw no one he recognized.

"This is what I get for being late..."

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[29 Nov 2005|10:02pm]

[ mood | flirty ]

It was time to have some fun, Zelos had decided, or at least pick up some chicks. All this damn schoolwork was boring anyway.

He knew just what to do.

"Who wants to play... strip poker?"

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[29 Nov 2005|10:45pm]

[ mood | calm ]

It was rather strange really, you would think that arriving in a new time would bother someone, even if they were a hardened mercenary, yet Shadow appeared not to care, and in fact, didn't.

There was still people to spook, and there would always be work for a mercenary, and whilst it was a bit of an inconvience, it didn't change much. Still, he wondered if Volt was in this new time too.

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[28 Nov 2005|06:32pm]

You know, no matter how screwed up things got, Genis could always find some time to relax and read. He had picked up one of his personal favorites among the shelves of the Iselia library, Flora and Fauna of Northeastern and Southeastern Sylvarant, and now it was time to curl up in one of the big poofy armchairs of the library and go over the day's events.

My, my, there certainly were a few things to go over.
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[28 Nov 2005|10:58pm]

[ mood | curious ]

Kratos walked along beside Anna, looking around as though he had never seen such scenery before. To be truthful, he hadn't. He had been to Kilay--Luin, it was called now--once before on a mercenary job (travelling through Sylvarant wasn't a very restful experience; he was never going to forget it), and the surroundings looked nothing like this. A combination of four thousand years of the elements wearing down mountains, drying up streams and carving out new ones, forest fires, the creation of new forests, landslides, and all the other dozens of natural occurences had resulted in a terrain that looked nothing like the one he had once seen.

He really was glad Anna was leading, because without her, he would have been hopelessly lost in twenty minutes.

...He really hoped she knew where she was going.

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