Omahgawd, it's the IV crew. | CLOSED-ish?
Who: Cecil, Rydia, Edge and Rosa.
When: After Cecil's log with Peorth and update.
What: REUNIONS ARE REALLY FUN, RIGHT?
Warnings: Possible time-related brainbreak. Fluff. Who knows. He wants to collect Rosa, but Cecil might get antsy enough to go looking for Kain too. ;x; Either way, Rydia definately gets a hug. Definatelydefinately.
Cecil ran. From hearing that Rydia and Edge were here... (well, hearing their voices was testament enough to that rather obvious fact) and that Rydia had semi-scolded him already for not leaving as quickly as he could, the Paladin ran down the hall of the residence he'd been pointed to and not exactly got to know yet without any fear. The Lightbringer lay safe fastened underneath his capes -- and in his hand he carried a certain staff that had served him well in the past, favouring the idea of smacking any creatures that bothered him (if any...) over the head and disposing them quickly rather than wasting time actually engaging them as a fool would. His mind whirred as he ran up the staircase to the floor Rydia was on, soldier's body not growing fatigued with the exertion where most would, let alone the fact that he still wore his platemail. This world... The destination to those that accepted the invitation to do things differently. To change things, change circumstance, change the smallest detail of matters long past to allow for a better scenario.. It had been a painful decision to decide to remove himself from the Blue Planet. He loved those around him beyond compare. He found himself loving the very planet itself almost alike what his father did. But to hear so clearly that Rosa and Kain had removed themselves as he had at some point...
...He didn't want to think on it, so he kept running. Avoidance was an amazing thing for concentrating fully on something else, and that was apparent as he'd found himself at door 204, 203... and 202 in record time. He stopped, and raised his hand, lightly tapping the flimsy, modern door -- pondering if the thing would even survive one particularly harsh kick to from one of Baron Castles' Dark Knights or Dragoons at the end of a night out in a few of the town's taverns. ...Most likely not, he decided. It looked as flimsy as parchment! Good thing that there were no monsters around.
When: After Cecil's log with Peorth and update.
What: REUNIONS ARE REALLY FUN, RIGHT?
Warnings: Possible time-related brainbreak. Fluff. Who knows. He wants to collect Rosa, but Cecil might get antsy enough to go looking for Kain too. ;x; Either way, Rydia definately gets a hug. Definatelydefinately.
Cecil ran. From hearing that Rydia and Edge were here... (well, hearing their voices was testament enough to that rather obvious fact) and that Rydia had semi-scolded him already for not leaving as quickly as he could, the Paladin ran down the hall of the residence he'd been pointed to and not exactly got to know yet without any fear. The Lightbringer lay safe fastened underneath his capes -- and in his hand he carried a certain staff that had served him well in the past, favouring the idea of smacking any creatures that bothered him (if any...) over the head and disposing them quickly rather than wasting time actually engaging them as a fool would. His mind whirred as he ran up the staircase to the floor Rydia was on, soldier's body not growing fatigued with the exertion where most would, let alone the fact that he still wore his platemail. This world... The destination to those that accepted the invitation to do things differently. To change things, change circumstance, change the smallest detail of matters long past to allow for a better scenario.. It had been a painful decision to decide to remove himself from the Blue Planet. He loved those around him beyond compare. He found himself loving the very planet itself almost alike what his father did. But to hear so clearly that Rosa and Kain had removed themselves as he had at some point...
...He didn't want to think on it, so he kept running. Avoidance was an amazing thing for concentrating fully on something else, and that was apparent as he'd found himself at door 204, 203... and 202 in record time. He stopped, and raised his hand, lightly tapping the flimsy, modern door -- pondering if the thing would even survive one particularly harsh kick to from one of Baron Castles' Dark Knights or Dragoons at the end of a night out in a few of the town's taverns. ...Most likely not, he decided. It looked as flimsy as parchment! Good thing that there were no monsters around.