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- minato arisato,
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- okuyasu nijimura,
- percy jackson,
- prompto argentum,
- reim lunettes,
- ryo asuka,
- sasuke uchiha,
- selina kyle,
- sierra mikain,
- summer moran,
- tristan (archer),
- valvatorez,
- zelda
Event Eleven.
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A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years -- To remember with tears!" | |
Welcome to Awash's eleventh event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. |
i: give me something to really jumpstart cr!!! a deep secret!!! idk or smth violent lets go
except there is a choice, right now, because reim asks.
he gets a bright smile in response. ]
Sure! But only if you let me help pour over the data.
[ she's a fuckin nerd ]
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[That enthusiasm!! He's on board with it, so, here they go. Once she takes his hand, the memory just goes for it—
It's a yard, or at least, it's the grounds of a massive manor. It looks overcast, maybe a little chilly, but reds don't get feeling so it's hard to tell. Reim is there, but small— eleven or so, bundled up in a long overcoat and dashing desperately after a tiny girl in an even finer coat and dress, strawberry blonde hair flying out of its ribbon as she all but launches herself away from her companion. Or, well. Babysitter. Reim might be at most, twelve in this memory, and the girl can't be younger than eight or nine, but that's enough to make him the haggard babysitter in this situation.
That and Social Classes, but never mind those. His thoughts are frantic as he scrambles after her, punctuated by frustration that he has to run in these clothes and his breath keeps fogging his glasses and what if the young lady slips and gets hurt and he's all the way over here—!!! It's a whole thing.
What she finds, and what Reim finds with her, skidding to a halt in the damp grass to stoop over with his hands on his knees, is—red. It's blood, but he doesn't actually realize it for a long moment, being too young and sheltered to have seen so much blood outside of a person before. Blood on the ground, and his gaze snaps up to the source - there's man lying there, in the young lady's backyard, covered in blood and pouring more.
From his face!!! Reim thinks, and realizes that he's said it out loud as well, reaching for the back of the girl's coat to pull her away from the stranger. "Lady Sharon," he says quickly, trying and failing to keep the tremor out of his voice as the bloody man just stares up at them from the ground, unblinking (and Reim has to wonder if he's dead). "We have to go!"
The man turns his head and Reim yelps, jerking the little Lady Sharon back another few steps as they finally get a clear view of the other side of his face, where all the blood is coming from; the black depths of an empty eye socket.
And that's it! And then there's Reim, standing there, still holding her hand, looking thoughtful.]
Well, that was ancient history.
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[ in return, do you want a happy memory or sad btw i didn't...ask...brilliantly... ]
I could hear what you were thinking...
wildcard me fam
[He has Notes.]
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well. hot and tired, at first, as the master of the guild gives a run down on how the s-rank exams will work. she's nervous about the exams, and that comes through strongly, but also excited. after all this time she's up for the next rank...her! with natsu and gray and juvia - it's almost too much to think about, really.
luckily gajeel agreed to partner with her. or ordered her to partner with him? whatever the case there's some relief as she looks over at her partner.
once freed locks the group in with a runespell after the exam is explained, levy's quick to rewrite them to free herself and her partner only, victorious satisfaction tinged with mischief as she and gajeel dive off the boat. ]
- Oh! The S-ranks!
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Ah- that was a clever move, giving your team the advantage with such quick thinking...
[And the attire, youths today, good gracious.]
That was- [ahem] -some kind of exam...?
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[ aLAS ]