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driftfleet2015-03-16 08:07 pm
theboogieman) wrote in driftfleet2015-03-16 08:07 pm
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- anders,
- asteffiel,
- aziraphale,
- coil lenn,
- cullen rutherford,
- felix harrowgate,
- garrett hawke,
- krista kingsley,
- lloyd irving,
- nelkeila tarid,
- o'danya mitnu,
- piper halliwell,
- robin redbreast,
- shirley fennes,
- solas,
- stephanie amell,
- tay barnam,
- tekhetsio,
- vash the stampede,
- zelos wilder (bad end),
- zhas
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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.
[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?
this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.
[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?
this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]
Outside the Walls {ota}
which is why he's out in the forest, perched on a rock, with his wings out and folded close to him. the blue-green glow intermingling with the sunlight gives the area a more magical feel than what it already has, emphasized only further by the glowing translucent feathers dotting the grass around him.
if anyone approaches him, he doesn't take notice: he seems to be fully engrossed in preening his wings-- there even happens to be some wordless mutterings coming out of his mouth as he slowly goes through his wing, picking out any loose feathers or just straightening them out. ]
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[...this isn't what he expected to find when he came out here. he was hoping to find an empty forest to shift forms in, get some of his own restless energy out and re-write his waning illusion spell, but... here's Lloyd, on a rock, with a pair of... wings...?
he's stopped several feet away. with his fingers thoughtfully over his mouth. just looking.]
...is interesting.
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and jumps right out of his skin. ]
Whoa-- WaaAGH!
[ before he could even catch himself, he loses balance on the rock and falls over, a flurry of glowing blue-green feathers (that were already on the floor) flying upwards from the impact.
angels are truly graceful creatures. ]
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and raises his hands to clap. politely. a graceful landing, Lloyd. he'll wait for the boy to regain his footing and get that wingspan sorted out.]
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[ talk about a rough landing. it takes a bit for Lloyd to recover, but he manages to slowly right himself, using the rock as leverage to get onto his knees. his wings flare out a little, giving Robin a taste of just how big they are before they fold back onto his back.
Lloyd freezes when he not only spots Robin still nearby, but also clapping at him, likely because of that display. ]
Uh... [ well that sure was embarrassing. ] Hi, Robin.
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[he raises an eyebrow, looking over those wings again...]
Is this a bad time?
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What's up?
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[he has at least finally deemed it safe to come closer... get a better look...]
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[ Lloyd's fine with Robin coming closer! his wings won't spear him like they did with Cole; instead, they just flutter lazily behind him. ]
Yeah. Kinda. [ as normal as "borderline-walking-dead" can be, anyway. ] I wasn't born with them, but I had 'em for a while.
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...Does that make you not human? ["Angels" are supposed to have wings, aren't they? But he doesn't know a whole lot about them...]
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[ angels were complicated creatures back home-- they were nothing more than mutated humanoids. and if Lloyd had wings, then... it'd make him one of them too, right? ]
I never really thought about it, honestly, but I guess I'm an angel.
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You've never thought about it? That seems kind of important.
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[ he crosses arms on the rock, settling his head into it. his wings continue to flutter lazily behind him. ]
What species you are isn't what defines you. You could be a human, angel, demon, elf-- whatever. It's who you are that really matters.
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[sure there are optimists who think you're mostly formed of the decisions you make, but even they agree that genetics and species are going to force you somewhere. he rather casually reaches up to see if he can touch the edge of a feather.]
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[ Lloyd doesn't make a move to deny Robin the urge to touch a feather; in fact, his wing flutters closer to his fingers just so that he can touch them. it's an odd sensation: there's a soft crackle of energy and the feathers don't quite feel solid, but they still feel downy like regular feathers. ]
They're always afraid of what's different, even though it doesn't always mean it's bad.
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[he can't imagine it. maybe Lloyd is talking about someone else. he's satisfied with just a little touch, just knowing that they feel as strange as they look, and lets his arm drop by his side.]
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[Kaneis is out there. Maybe he wanted some fresh air, maybe he's stalking Lloyd- really who knows with that guy. Either way, he had been pretty silent in his approach, but now he was moving to sit on that rock next to him]
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[ silent, indeed. Lloyd didn't even notice when Kaneis walked up to him until he said something, which is pretty clear when he jumps at the sound of his voice. was he really that into preening his wings?
it doesn't bother him, though; he'll always welcome Kaneis, uninvited or not. when he moves to sit down, Lloyd scoots to the side a touch, enough to give Kaneis more room on the rock as he looks over his work. ]
Where did I miss?
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[You know, that hard to reach spot.]
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Seriously?! I thought I got it! [ okay now he's trying to reach that spot again because he thought he was pretty sure he preened that spot well enough! ]
Nngh, lemme just-- Argh, come on...!
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Whoops, careful - you're messing up the good feathers.
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[ suddenly Lloyd remembered why preening his wings never crossed his mind: they're a fucking hassle to deal with.
case in point, when Lloyd lost balance and nearly fell off the rock. ]
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[Since Kaneis is on the same rock and has dem angelic reflexes, Lloyd won't go crashing to the ground- lucky Lloyd. Instead Zelos reaches out and grabs him by the side before hauling him up]
Ha- careful Lloyd!
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thanks Kaneis, you're a true pal. ]
Th-thanks... [ his wings flutter a bit, as though trying to calm down from the shock. ]
Man, how can you even get back there?
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I dunno- extreme flexibility?