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I'm a Firestarter, Twisted Firestarter...

Oct 25, 2009 20:45

Characters: OPEN
Date/Time: After the fire, Sunday afternoon onwards.
Location: Temporary Housing
Rating: TBA
Summary: Temporary housing has been opened for survivors who are not in need of medical care but whose homes have been destroyed. So if you just want to have your characters chill/argue/angst/be stoic about what has happened, feel free to ( Read more... )

original: thomas (grift), ~x/1999: kamui (stigmata), npc: ?, ~original: aideen (grace), ~ff7: sephiroth (eternity), ~gundam 00: tieria (aurora), ff4: cecil (paladin)

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OPEN resurrectedgod October 27 2009, 18:27:31 UTC

[I promise he won't bite or kill anyone, so don't be afraid! I'd just like him to meet people; ICly he's not good at initiating small talk, though. OTZ]While others busied themselves by finding and treating survivors in the aftermath, Eternity went into hiding and planned to return to Paladin's house to see whether or not it'd survived. Before he could head to the Access Point for the elevator, he noted that the Marketplace Island's position seemed to have changed and wasted no time to check against his map for reference ( ... )

chaostorm October 28 2009, 01:29:38 UTC

The rooms were dense. Grace's hair had been sufficiently ruined, her clothes torn and slightly burnt as she had searched for survivors. The girl was in no mood to arrive at the temporary housing, only to be told she would not receive her own room and as she entered, found a man. This was not to be tolerated.

She tossed her things down on the lower bunk. "I refused to be quartered with a man. It is not to be borne. In fact, I believe after such efforts put forth with the relief that this is a slap in the face, a true insult!" She wasn't furious enough, yet, to try releasing her acid again. Her face didn't go red as might have been expected, but as she turned to look at her forced roommate, she was mightily displeased.

A man. Of all things! It was her worst nightmare. A day of effort -she had even been forced to move large beams! Her! It had been that or offered a ride off the edge of the island by one impatient overseer.- she was in no mood to deal with such indecency. "I demand you vacate this room, sir ( ... )

resurrectedgod October 28 2009, 03:30:20 UTC

"..." Eternity wasn't exactly sure of how to respond; actually, he didn't quite understand what the big deal was. Regardless of what kind of effort she'd put in that day, it would do her well enough that she'd even have a bed to sleep in at all. Ingrate, he thought. It was a wonder that such a conceited woman even survived that fire--had she been misplaced in a suit? Because in that case, the righteous judgment and hellfire was not over...

There would always be another opportunity later. In the meanwhile, however, there was a young lady who needed dealing with.

"No."

He wasn't going to leave--no, he got there first. She had no right to tell him what to do. Eternity felt slightly indignant, and the piercing background noise in his mind suddenly became more prominent again. He felt ready to move or strike but somehow managed to refrain from doing so and settled for remaining cool and unaffected.

That's right. Eternity could bide his time some more.

godsmajesty October 28 2009, 23:34:49 UTC

Obviously he had gotten more than he bargained for. There were two people arguing, and he knew both. Not very well, but he still knew how to deal with both, in sense. He was in trouble though, because he had no idea how to deal with both at the same time.

Especially when they looked like they were about to let that argument escalate into a fight.

Stigmata jumped in immediately, getting in between them, positioning his body to keep his sister out of harm's way. He looked at her over his shoulder, and at Eternity with a stern look. "I get that we don't have a lot here, right now, but you don't have to fight over a thing like that. We're all having problems here.

Eternity... I'm sorry, but if you hurt my sister I wont be happy. And Grace... you can take mine if you really want a room to yourself."

Hopefully these two weren't idiots. He was nursing a mild headache and a few other hidden injuries after all.

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open mythgravenblade October 31 2009, 04:26:30 UTC

A watershed over at Wellspring had finally been reached: The flow of survivors had slowed to a trickle, what remained was not saving lives but dealing with the dead, comforting the dying, and followup on the survivors. It wasn't over--for some of the injured, it would never really be over--but it was changing, and Kazahana had told him he was free to leave for that evening ( ... )