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awashlogs2018-04-04 08:26 pm
theshowsover) wrote in awashlogs2018-04-04 08:26 pm
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[Closed][Quest Log]
WHO: Akira, Akechi, and Yusuke
WHERE: The cliffs
WHEN: April 5-sih
WHAT: PTs explore the woods and hunt some harpies
WARNINGS: violence?
[With the distraction of the talking furniture, they hadn't gotten to go explore the woods as soon as Akira had hoped. But that was alright; they have time now, and with the new quests on the forum, they also have a new objective in mind.]
Okay. [They stand on the edge of the forest, Akira peering out into the colorless trees.] We'll go look for those harpies it mentioned, and keep an eye out for any of the shadows Dave and Keith mentioned. Stay close, alright? Just like any other palace.
[He closes his eyes for a moment. The feeling of calling on his Metaverse outfit, and not wearing it automatically due to the suspicion of the shadows, is odd, but not something out of his reach. Like calling on his personas themselves, it thrums in his soul, always close at hand.
In a flash, he's not longer Akira, but Joker, jacket flaring out behind him for a moment even though there's no wind.]
Let's go.
WHERE: The cliffs
WHEN: April 5-sih
WHAT: PTs explore the woods and hunt some harpies
WARNINGS: violence?
[With the distraction of the talking furniture, they hadn't gotten to go explore the woods as soon as Akira had hoped. But that was alright; they have time now, and with the new quests on the forum, they also have a new objective in mind.]
Okay. [They stand on the edge of the forest, Akira peering out into the colorless trees.] We'll go look for those harpies it mentioned, and keep an eye out for any of the shadows Dave and Keith mentioned. Stay close, alright? Just like any other palace.
[He closes his eyes for a moment. The feeling of calling on his Metaverse outfit, and not wearing it automatically due to the suspicion of the shadows, is odd, but not something out of his reach. Like calling on his personas themselves, it thrums in his soul, always close at hand.
In a flash, he's not longer Akira, but Joker, jacket flaring out behind him for a moment even though there's no wind.]
Let's go.