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pawnstorm2016-07-18 11:10 am
likethelight) wrote in pawnstorm2016-07-18 11:10 am
OPEN | still the road keeps on telling me to go on
Who: Allen and you, you, yes you too...
When: Throughout July after the gala
Where: Various! see within
What: Allen's a new amplify/vacuum Rook with a new weapon! And learning by doing is... hm... (unsure) Also various derping on the farm jobs in Petrosian.
Rating: No worse than PG-13
♜ 1) zero gravity, what's that like?(Caissa, Hall of Glory)
[ After the gala, Allen's to be found in the courtyard training far more often than before, hours both unorthodox and not. Having switched to wearing a simple sleeveless training uniform with white gloves and seeming to be sporting a left arm that's entirely red and tattooed up his shoulder, he... does not seem to be practicing with his sword today. It'd be pretty easy to tell; giant white luminescent manablade that it is.
No, today he seems to be in almost meditative focus and facing a stone fence upon which a single apple rests (there's a nearby bushel). Focus, focus...
Snapping his wrist towards the apple he mouths something, sharp and certain, and yes, there's a distortion, a warp, and... ]
Wah—! [ Still not what he was anticipating.
Given that instead of pulling the apple towards him he's just rocketed himself into, well. You.
Have fun with that. He's pretty slender but damn if he isn't weirdly solid. ]
♜ 2) beyond these heavy aching feet (Caissa, Hall of Glory)
[ ...or maybe some other time when he doesn't feel like slamming into or having blunt objects repeatedly slammed into him—actually he looks kind of bruised and there's a bandage on his scarred cheek... Allen can be found sitting with his back against one of the stone walls, frowning lightly as he twists his left arm about. It's clad in a gauntlet, one that appears almost demonic with its lightly clawed fingertips, pitch black like metal heated to the point of soot, and etched intricately up through the armguard, 'til it mingles with a design of white feathers that sweep back like a wing. Good and evil, holy and unholy.
And, apparently, thoroughly vexing.
Because, when he grips his armored hand then, it armor glows with an inherent white mana, wisping up from the sharp fingertips to flare away like a wing by his elbow. It activates, clearly. And yet no matter how he's hit something with it, tried like with his gravity magic to fling something with it, willed it to do something—in none of those instances has anything ever happened.
Which is why Allen's going to scowl lightly and twist it about again in case that might shed some new light if he squints at it just so.Is it defective...? ]
[ Judgement is his new weapon that can... mess with someone's head pretty good. For the better! Maybe. Mostly. Check out his permissions page for it first. Do you want your character to have to struggle with why they fight here in Enprise and face up to what kind of person they are? It'll do that.. ]
♜ 3) is someone there? (Petrosian, weeding job)
[ You know, this has been one of the more relaxing sidejobs Allen's taken on in his life. It's actually... nice? Working out in the fields, even if it's just weeding. But it actually feels rewarding, working with their hands like this and getting out of Caissa for a while.Even if Farmer McRonald was a little... scary. It's even a nice day; the sun hasn't been up long and it smells like dew and fresh earth.
Which is why something horrible is about to happen.
And that is why when he turns around to respond to something you've just said, Hero, probably with a smile and lighthearted offhand remark...his expression suddenly becomes very, well...
Animated. In a peculiar kind of horrified recognition. ]
Ah!! [ POINTING, and in somewhat of a panic as he starts to scramble to his feet. ]
Behind— [ !! Behind, well. You. Because... what happens when harmless bug-eating plantlife taps into deep underground currents of mana..? Apparently they can get very large.
Very large.
And apparently this one wants to eat you now.
Don't worry, if you weren't reacting quick enough there will be an exorcist plowing into you before the flower snaps at where they just were because apparently this thing has teeth?? ]
♜ 4) been a long road to fallow (Petrosian, tilling job)
[ Working with machinery should be... a little less life-threatening though, right?Probably not.
They've been out here for a while now though, probably to great effect for the first fifteen minutes before the tractor broke down. Now the last hour has been spent alternatively tinkering with, begging, and threatening to kick the ancient rustbucket. As such that they've finally decided to call a break to clear their heads a little before trying again. Or giving up and doing it by hand. (Allen's coming really close to just getting a hoe and doing it by hand, he's had to do it before. There were bills to pay.)
For the moment though, he stops and peers curiously down from his seat on top of the great hulking dearth of defunct machinery at you, hero, sipping on the last bit of a juicebox with his shaggy white hair tied back in the world's tiniest attempt in vain at a ponytail. His carrier seems to crane to look as well, actually. It's actually kind of scary how they seem to move in twain...
? ] What are you doing?
♜ 5) are the memories I hold still valid? (Caissa, Hall of Glory Music Room)
[ Music... is said to be healing. An explosion of humanity; something that when it hits you, you feel no pain.
And that music that is in the soul can be heard by the entire universe.
Which is why perhaps you might hear a piano playing some night as you pass the music room. A lullaby, perhaps. Except that beyond the fact the melody is haunting, something both terribly sweet but sad, something that tugs and might make you think of a missed loved one, there's almost a vibration about it. Something deeper. (Mana, woven into it.) And perhaps while feeling something well in you at that, bittersweet, if you were tired you suddenly feel a little rejuvenated.
(Amplify maestro.)
(And as the only advice Allen Walker ever received about how to play the piano, after all, was to weave his hopes and desires into it. His emotions and very self.)
But that's only for when it's quite late at night or that inbetween time before dawn, when he thinks no one is there to notice. Perhaps, even, there might be the sound of a boy singing, who while not poor at it certainly wasn't trained to do so. But then he would have to be really certain no one was likely to be up. ]
♜ 6) Wildcard
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When: Throughout July after the gala
Where: Various! see within
What: Allen's a new amplify/vacuum Rook with a new weapon! And learning by doing is... hm... (unsure) Also various derping on the farm jobs in Petrosian.
Rating: No worse than PG-13
♜ 1) zero gravity, what's that like?(Caissa, Hall of Glory)
[ After the gala, Allen's to be found in the courtyard training far more often than before, hours both unorthodox and not. Having switched to wearing a simple sleeveless training uniform with white gloves and seeming to be sporting a left arm that's entirely red and tattooed up his shoulder, he... does not seem to be practicing with his sword today. It'd be pretty easy to tell; giant white luminescent manablade that it is.
No, today he seems to be in almost meditative focus and facing a stone fence upon which a single apple rests (there's a nearby bushel). Focus, focus...
Snapping his wrist towards the apple he mouths something, sharp and certain, and yes, there's a distortion, a warp, and... ]
Wah—! [ Still not what he was anticipating.
Given that instead of pulling the apple towards him he's just rocketed himself into, well. You.
Have fun with that. He's pretty slender but damn if he isn't weirdly solid. ]
♜ 2) beyond these heavy aching feet (Caissa, Hall of Glory)
[ ...or maybe some other time when he doesn't feel like slamming into or having blunt objects repeatedly slammed into him—
And, apparently, thoroughly vexing.
Because, when he grips his armored hand then, it armor glows with an inherent white mana, wisping up from the sharp fingertips to flare away like a wing by his elbow. It activates, clearly. And yet no matter how he's hit something with it, tried like with his gravity magic to fling something with it, willed it to do something—in none of those instances has anything ever happened.
Which is why Allen's going to scowl lightly and twist it about again in case that might shed some new light if he squints at it just so.
[ Judgement is his new weapon that can... mess with someone's head pretty good. For the better! Maybe. Mostly. Check out his permissions page for it first. Do you want your character to have to struggle with why they fight here in Enprise and face up to what kind of person they are? It'll do that.. ]
♜ 3) is someone there? (Petrosian, weeding job)
[ You know, this has been one of the more relaxing sidejobs Allen's taken on in his life. It's actually... nice? Working out in the fields, even if it's just weeding. But it actually feels rewarding, working with their hands like this and getting out of Caissa for a while.
Which is why something horrible is about to happen.
And that is why when he turns around to respond to something you've just said, Hero, probably with a smile and lighthearted offhand remark...his expression suddenly becomes very, well...
Animated. In a peculiar kind of horrified recognition. ]
Ah!! [ POINTING, and in somewhat of a panic as he starts to scramble to his feet. ]
Behind— [ !! Behind, well. You. Because... what happens when harmless bug-eating plantlife taps into deep underground currents of mana..? Apparently they can get very large.
Very large.
And apparently this one wants to eat you now.
Don't worry, if you weren't reacting quick enough there will be an exorcist plowing into you before the flower snaps at where they just were because apparently this thing has teeth?? ]
♜ 4) been a long road to fallow (Petrosian, tilling job)
[ Working with machinery should be... a little less life-threatening though, right?
They've been out here for a while now though, probably to great effect for the first fifteen minutes before the tractor broke down. Now the last hour has been spent alternatively tinkering with, begging, and threatening to kick the ancient rustbucket. As such that they've finally decided to call a break to clear their heads a little before trying again. Or giving up and doing it by hand. (Allen's coming really close to just getting a hoe and doing it by hand, he's had to do it before. There were bills to pay.)
For the moment though, he stops and peers curiously down from his seat on top of the great hulking dearth of defunct machinery at you, hero, sipping on the last bit of a juicebox with his shaggy white hair tied back in the world's tiniest attempt in vain at a ponytail. His carrier seems to crane to look as well, actually. It's actually kind of scary how they seem to move in twain...
? ] What are you doing?
♜ 5) are the memories I hold still valid? (Caissa, Hall of Glory Music Room)
[ Music... is said to be healing. An explosion of humanity; something that when it hits you, you feel no pain.
And that music that is in the soul can be heard by the entire universe.
Which is why perhaps you might hear a piano playing some night as you pass the music room. A lullaby, perhaps. Except that beyond the fact the melody is haunting, something both terribly sweet but sad, something that tugs and might make you think of a missed loved one, there's almost a vibration about it. Something deeper. (Mana, woven into it.) And perhaps while feeling something well in you at that, bittersweet, if you were tired you suddenly feel a little rejuvenated.
(Amplify maestro.)
(And as the only advice Allen Walker ever received about how to play the piano, after all, was to weave his hopes and desires into it. His emotions and very self.)
But that's only for when it's quite late at night or that inbetween time before dawn, when he thinks no one is there to notice. Perhaps, even, there might be the sound of a boy singing, who while not poor at it certainly wasn't trained to do so. But then he would have to be really certain no one was likely to be up. ]
♜ 6) Wildcard
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[ And if Allen's speaking true and not messing with him on purpose, he doesn't know either...he simply runs his hand through his hair. ]
It felt like a daydream, with memories both good and bad.
[ He gives him a bit of a sheepish look, although the smile part of his sheepish expression is obviously a little forced. ]
And well, I think you can guess who I saw, too.
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( How is that a weapon? Is it like Xion's ability...? )
Allen looks a touch crestfallen for a moment; apologetic. ]
I'm sorry, I didn't think—I wasn't expecting it would be something like that.
You're sure you're okay?
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I think so. There aren't any marks on me or anything, are there? [ Quick spot check. The next part comes out a little softer, quieter than he'd have liked. ] Truth be told, it made me...kind of happy to be able to see him one more time.
[ But he doesn't really elaborate much further. What happened to Denys is not relevant right now, he thinks, even if he is a little sad about it too. And they kind of(?) got a little closer to figuring out Allen's magical weapon! So that's a plus. ]
It sure is a strange ability, though. How is that supposed to even be practical as a weapon? ...Psychological influence?
[ Granted, he knows that sometimes words can hurt more than any weapon or spell, but it still seems kind of impractical. ]