for peace of mind (open!!)

[thenobledie]

Who: everyone and their hopefully still living mothers...
When: June 1st and onward
Where: EVERYWHERE
Format: action or prose, whichever works!
What: The war is over, and everyone can relax. Or cry. Whichever.
Warnings: n/a?

PATROL HEADQUARTERS

THE DOJO

THE CLINIC

( ooc | did the major locations! but add others, and i will update the entry with

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patrol hq;

[thenobledie]

the dojo;

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OPEN TO ANYONE idk

[destroyeroftime]

[ Allen is pretty good at finding the dojo, now, after bringing people here. He's glad that he's got a minute to relax now. He's sitting against a wall, just chilling there. In a bit, he'll get up and either be social or finally get some damn food, but for now, this is okay. ]

[sandrocker]

[herp derp, wandering by. he almost doesn't notice the other boy.]

Allen?

[you're back! and the glee is immediate, but as he approaches, quatre catches himself, and his expression falls into a mix of concern and respectful caution.]

Do you remember Anatole?

I MISSED THIS I AM SORRY

[destroyeroftime]

[ Cue confused look. ]

No, I...I'm sorry, I don't.

the clinic;

[thenobledie]

open; tldr, shirley is asleep

[thenobledie]

[a point has finally come - that shirley needs the rest she has refused at others' insistence. and when she sits for only the second time in several days, the pops and cracks of her joints are too audible. but an painfully throbbing headache doesn't make that noise any more pleasant; her forehead feels as though it is about to split open. soa, she can feel every muscle in her body screaming, too.

she considers dematerializing, but then, she would just feel the pain deeper - no point to waste her magic, either. it's nothing serious, and others will need it, as survivors push through the wreckage. it's familiar, anyway, and in a way that is satisfying. she was meant for this.

if shirley had it in her, if the weight of others' suffering were not upon her, she would laugh. because this is what belzac had meant, and the realization burns a cool shame through her. how had she forgotten?

(she can't say she really minds, though. it's purpose and one so much better than the idleness of her shrine.)

but for now, she rests. really rests as

[key_destination]

[Roxas has a few reasons for visiting the clinic after some of the chaos has ebbed away, and his first priority is to see if Tsuna had checked in. He hadn't been able to contact his friend for awhile, and it's another big concern that's kept him on edge. His second and third are to offer any magic he had left in him to help heal others and find the woman he had spoken to before-- he hadn't caught her name, but she was on staff at the clinic.

The first reason on his list goes unchecked (to his dismay), but he quickly completes one when he finds Shirley sleeping in a corner. Her work must have been extremely tiring if she was in such a condition, and he's not surprised. Kneeling down by the wall, Roxas watches her for a moment before conjuring up a Curaga circle beneath them with a bit of effort. He's not sure if it would help her tiredness, but he can already feel the aches and pains from the battlefield seeping away. It's the least he could do.]

[thenobledie]

[she half-startles awake, shoulders raising and sucking in a breath. healing magic is familiar, and it's the fact she was asleep before that confuses her. slightly sleep-addled, she turns her head, still against the wall, to look at roxas.]

There are others who need it more.

[but some of the tension in her back and feet is seeping away, and her headaches dulls a little. his magic can't fix the cause: noise.]