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Nov 04, 2009 18:33

[ WHO ] : Angeal [flies_lopsided]; Bakura [spiritofathief]; Zeratul [kernelsoftruth]; Teutonic Order [moarcrusadesplx]; Antiform [neon_and_smoke]; Altair [spreadbare]; Chie [chariotprince]
[ WHERE ]: The Mall
[ WHEN ]: November 3rd [3/11 7:00 am]
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open!
[ RATING ]: TBA
[ WARNINGS ]: Moving Mannequins, most likely.
[ NOTES ]: The log is going to start at the apartments, but will move to the mall fairly quickly.
( It's cool at the mall c: )

yu-gi-oh: yami bakura, persona 4: chie satonaka, original: altair grayston, final fantasy vii: angeal hewley, kingdom hearts: anti, starcraft: zeratul, axis powers hetalia: teutonic order

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neon_and_smoke November 4 2009, 20:58:40 UTC

Anti appeared in the doorway, trembling from head to foot and panting as though he'd run down five sets of stairs with all the ghosts in hell on his tail. For a moment, he just stood there shaking.

"...Hi," he finally rasped out.

spreadbare November 4 2009, 23:32:55 UTC

Altair is good at showing up for things, even though he had to have Liechtenstein inform him of how clocks work, and things like that. Things are measured much more loosely in Faerun reckoning than here, but no big deal.

There he is - the same leather pants and shirt as always, with his roll of tape (which doesn't appear to have seen much use) with him, as well as... is that a table leg or something? Looks like some sort of makeshift weapon, at any rate.

"My mace didn't come along," he said, shrugging. "Needed some sort of a weapon. I'm ready when we have our entire group."

chariotprince November 5 2009, 01:38:01 UTC

Chie never imagined she could dash through a set of hallways so fast. She managed to call up a tiny speck of remaining pride that she'd been able to keep from shrieking around every corner (for the most part, anyway), but still, she wasn't pleased with herself for letting her fear get the best of her. Shadows could be punted, after all, but ghosts, on the other hand, were another story entirely.

She slowed to a casual jog as she spotted a small group ahead and made her way over with a relieved smile and a friendly wave. "Yo! Which one of you's Angeal?"

moarcrusadesplx November 5 2009, 03:05:45 UTC

BAM. The Teutonic Order is all up in your logs, yo.

He walks out of the apartments, looking a little worse for wear. The Order's white uniform is covered in dust and grime, and it smells like he hasn't seen a bath since he's gotten here.

Because he hasn't. Enjoy your smelly little boy.

"Who're we going to kill?!" He waves his sword a little too enthusiastically.

kernelsoftruth November 5 2009, 03:24:07 UTC

And of course while the noisy group of humans congregated, a peculiarly shaped silhouette hung back and watched from a comfortable distance. For the most part Zeratul preferred to stay out of sight if at all possible; to a casual observer he might merely appear to be a darker blot of black with interesting twin pinpoints of bright green from lidded eyes. Ninja alien = maximum stealth, for the epic win.

He would wait until the Terrans had calmed down before introducing himself. They tended to be jittery at the best of times, and he didn't fancy the thought of the torch and pitchfork treatment.