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goodmorrow[Action / Unintentional Voice]
[When he'd left Luceti over a week ago, it was as a member of the departing battle party. After failing in han attempt to shield his party from all incoming attacks, Cecil's only now been able to return -- and what a Luceti he's encountered with his first few breaths.
He emerges in the village after following a path of uprooted and twisted trees to the village square -- or rather, what's left of it. Approaching from the east, his steps are slow, and slightly hesitant from the heavy noise made by his kind-of-scary midnight black armor, but he carries himself forward anyway, taking in the discolored sky, frantic villagers, and ruined landscape he'd fooled himself into considering home before his untimely death.]
...Truly, this is the netherworld.
[Given enough time, he'll eventually make his way back south to House 59, but shame and fear over what he might find there make it a slow journey indeed.]
He emerges in the village after following a path of uprooted and twisted trees to the village square -- or rather, what's left of it. Approaching from the east, his steps are slow, and slightly hesitant from the heavy noise made by his kind-of-scary midnight black armor, but he carries himself forward anyway, taking in the discolored sky, frantic villagers, and ruined landscape he'd fooled himself into considering home before his untimely death.]
...Truly, this is the netherworld.
[Given enough time, he'll eventually make his way back south to House 59, but shame and fear over what he might find there make it a slow journey indeed.]
[Action]
[His bones ache. He'd lost the sensation of having legs some time ago, assuming they hadn't been dismembered an hour past simply because he was able to keep trudging alone. He's been on his way back from the mountainrange for a subjective eternity, platinum hair matted and stringy from sweat, deep blue eyes sunken under the weight of dark, puffy circles. And though his muscles strain under the heavy weight of his armor, he's found enough energy to protectively carry a bundle close to his chest, until he reaches the outskirts of the village, where the roads and paths begin. Only then does he set down his burden, a small squirming boy.]
Follow the road. Mother will find you. [And though Cecil's words come in a shallow whisper, his eyes crinkle kindly as he reaches down to pluck a skittering scorpion from the young Ceodore's hands.] I'm not sure Mother is ready for this just yet. It'd be better to tell her about your new pet first. [Which is the last bit he manages to say before his knees buckle and send his body crashing facedown into the somewhat grassy, yet mostly rocky ground. It's okay to be unconscious, he reasons, now that the child was safely returned to the village.
He could probably use a healer.]
[OOC: Cecil and Ceodore are back from their mallynapping! Either of them might answer tags, though Ceodore will probably be more on top of things, since Cecil's kind of passed out. >_>; ]
Follow the road. Mother will find you. [And though Cecil's words come in a shallow whisper, his eyes crinkle kindly as he reaches down to pluck a skittering scorpion from the young Ceodore's hands.] I'm not sure Mother is ready for this just yet. It'd be better to tell her about your new pet first. [Which is the last bit he manages to say before his knees buckle and send his body crashing facedown into the somewhat grassy, yet mostly rocky ground. It's okay to be unconscious, he reasons, now that the child was safely returned to the village.
He could probably use a healer.]
[OOC: Cecil and Ceodore are back from their mallynapping! Either of them might answer tags, though Ceodore will probably be more on top of things, since Cecil's kind of passed out. >_>; ]
[Action]
[Cecil hadn't known he had a son. He hadn't known how quickly he would grow to love that son, nor how heartbroken he would be when the boy would flee the relative safety of his household due to the tiniest of scuffles with a good friend. A good friend who, evidently, had been wildly and passionately lusting after the woman who is now Cecil's wife. Let alone the things he's been doing with Cecil's own adopted daughter. It's been a hard month, and it just became harder with the tree event and subsequent loss of his son's presence in the house. It hadn't taken him very long to become completely enamored with that boy.
This time, lacking a proper confidante, Cecil is attempting to resolve his inner struggles without a physical outlet. He's gone out to the desert today, dug his blade into the sand, and knelt before the design on its hilt. He's having a moment of prayer, but won't mind discussing it if he's interrupted. All are welcome.]
[OOC: This is mostly a placeholder post; threads will be tagged come morning. <3]
This time, lacking a proper confidante, Cecil is attempting to resolve his inner struggles without a physical outlet. He's gone out to the desert today, dug his blade into the sand, and knelt before the design on its hilt. He's having a moment of prayer, but won't mind discussing it if he's interrupted. All are welcome.]
[OOC: This is mostly a placeholder post; threads will be tagged come morning. <3]
[Action]
[While most of the village's bustling has been to accommodate the needs of those who've been chosen to battle outside the barrier, Cecil has internalized the opposite. The Malnosso have seen fit to pit his best friend against the third party that murdered him so viciously before, and Cecil's not handling it as well as he might. Housemates might notice a rekindled fighting spirit in the patriarch who'd become willing to set down roots.]
[And though in the past few months Cecil has been casual about his training, today the bit of forest he's chosen for his training is alive with the sounds of his grunts and the oddly melodic noise of a sword swung with purpose. Settling down will just have to wait.]
[And though in the past few months Cecil has been casual about his training, today the bit of forest he's chosen for his training is alive with the sounds of his grunts and the oddly melodic noise of a sword swung with purpose. Settling down will just have to wait.]
[Action/Voice]
[Presently, Cecil is pacing a steady circle along the perimeter of the barrier, as he has been doing for the past several days. He's packed provisions to last upwards of a week. In short, two of his loved ones have been taken, and in the same short span he's witnessed the wanton attack on a new friend who'd been trying to make amends with old enemies. With a mounting distaste for his fellow inmates, he's chosen the company of the outdoors. Kain, he will see that hypothermia of yours and raise you some frostbite.
When he speaks, it is in the beleaguered and restless tone generally reserved for the restless and insomniac.]
Kind sirs and madams, if I may, I wish to trouble you with but a momentary request. If a Rosa or Rydia are returned from their kidnapping directly into the village, would someone kindly note it via the journals if they aren't capable of doing so themselves? They are missed.
When he speaks, it is in the beleaguered and restless tone generally reserved for the restless and insomniac.]
Kind sirs and madams, if I may, I wish to trouble you with but a momentary request. If a Rosa or Rydia are returned from their kidnapping directly into the village, would someone kindly note it via the journals if they aren't capable of doing so themselves? They are missed.
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[Two full days have passed, with no end of the New Feathers in sight. Though the newcomers have seemed essentially harmless thus far, curiosity has gotten the better of him. He's out in town today rather than squirreled away in the forest, scanning around for potentially familiar faces.]
[Action/Written]
[After a long, arduous day spent training in the forest, the stalwart Paladin returns home to his loving-and-yet-makeshift family, greeting them cordially before settling down with his journal the way some patriarchs reach for the daily newspaper. Frowning, he jots out a short note.]
( Filtered to Kefka )
[OOC: It occured to me while I was on hiatus that I've missed out on a bunch of "Hey come sleep over!" threads and have no idea who's currently inhabiting the house. XDD ROOMIES! HOUSEMATES! I demand threads.]
( Filtered to Kefka )
[OOC: It occured to me while I was on hiatus that I've missed out on a bunch of "Hey come sleep over!" threads and have no idea who's currently inhabiting the house. XDD ROOMIES! HOUSEMATES! I demand threads.]
[Action]
[Cecil had been counting on Kain to guard over the household in the event of an emergency during this event. Given that hope was dashed once Rosa and Kain switched bodies, Cecil has taken it upon himself to train Eiko's scrawny body into something able to defend itself if something malicious decided to invade the village while its most powerful were unable to access their normal abilities.
Should anyone be traveling past House 59 this morning, one might catch sight of a tiny little girl with an oversized sword and shield wobbly attempting to perform basic swordsmanship.]
Should anyone be traveling past House 59 this morning, one might catch sight of a tiny little girl with an oversized sword and shield wobbly attempting to perform basic swordsmanship.]
[Action/Voice]
[Lately, being alone is always enough to startle Cecil from sleep. He's grown accustomed to his wife's gentle touch, and Luceti's left him paranoid that something could happen to her at a moment's notice. Added is the constant vigilance necessary to tend to two stubborn mutes, and it means that Cecil's awake close to the moment of transfer, hopping (hopping?) out of bed and padding(?!) to the closest journal, flipping through it for more information. The hand turning the pages certainly feels a lot smaller and daintier than his norm.]
I shall assume we're overdue for another event.
I shall assume we're overdue for another event.
[Written]
It remains a trying time for those of us who remain. Still, perhaps it would do all of us some good to rejoice in those of us who remain, as well as the sacrifice by those no longer with us. It is customary on my world to feast after a long battle, in respect and homage of those who lay their lives for us to have the privilege. Though it would be a bit belated in this instance, perhaps such an event might be organized for us here as well?
Upon the morrow, I shall embark on a hunt for the largest, most succulent beasts this terrain has to offer. If there are any men among you similarly restless, I extend a welcome to any who would hunt beside me.
Upon the morrow, I shall embark on a hunt for the largest, most succulent beasts this terrain has to offer. If there are any men among you similarly restless, I extend a welcome to any who would hunt beside me.
[Action]
[After the events of the previous week, the mature thing to do would have been to would have been to take the awkward stares and deliver his humble apologies like a man. Yet after spending a week steeped in the most negative emotions he'd indulged in even the darkest of fantasies, it was easier to keep to himself.
He'd been spending quite a bit of time along the southeastern banks of the river running outside the village, staying outdoors to avoid the all-encompassing yet entirely oppressive forgiveness that awaited him at home. He would make amends and pay his dues in time, but for now, there was still the matter of coping with what was within him that the experiment had tapped to affect his actions.
The man lying faceup on the riverbank would still be visibly bruised despite sharing living space with a mage proficient in the healing arts. He'd been grateful to have been pulled from the precipice of death, yes, but wished to let the tender achy muscles, dark bruises, and angry gashes heal on their own as penance. It was in this way that he watched the sky begin to darken, chronicling the sun's slow journey towards rest.]
He'd been spending quite a bit of time along the southeastern banks of the river running outside the village, staying outdoors to avoid the all-encompassing yet entirely oppressive forgiveness that awaited him at home. He would make amends and pay his dues in time, but for now, there was still the matter of coping with what was within him that the experiment had tapped to affect his actions.
The man lying faceup on the riverbank would still be visibly bruised despite sharing living space with a mage proficient in the healing arts. He'd been grateful to have been pulled from the precipice of death, yes, but wished to let the tender achy muscles, dark bruises, and angry gashes heal on their own as penance. It was in this way that he watched the sky begin to darken, chronicling the sun's slow journey towards rest.]
[action/voice]
[And, for this event, have some Dark Knight Cecil -- rather, the Dark Knight that Cecil remembers with all the self-indulgence of an emo drama queen. Expect the kind of hyper-aggressive person who would gleefully and remorselessly pillage a town, rape its women, and murder the elderly for their taste in jewelery. You know. For kids! :D]
Rosa, for the next several days you are to remain in the apartment. If you intend to go anywhere or see anyone, I will be informed. Understand?
Rosa, for the next several days you are to remain in the apartment. If you intend to go anywhere or see anyone, I will be informed. Understand?
[Mostly action, some voice]
[The routine was becoming normal: fall asleep in a huge bed next to his gorgeous wife, wake up, tend to the kingdom that was so new it still didn't feel like his. Except this morning, he found himself awaking in a strange land, wearing strange clothes, and lacking his usual means of defense. Also, lacking his wife.]
Where..?
[As he rose from the undecorated bed, it struck him that the wings didn't bother him as much as he'd expected them to. They were still bizarre, of course, but the muscles felt familiar enough, as if he'd owned a pair like these just last week. None of this speculation was getting him answers, though. It was the only reasonable thing to slide into the clothes left at the foot of his bed and exit the quaint little apartment to seek answers wherever they might be hiding in this new setting.]
Where..?
[As he rose from the undecorated bed, it struck him that the wings didn't bother him as much as he'd expected them to. They were still bizarre, of course, but the muscles felt familiar enough, as if he'd owned a pair like these just last week. None of this speculation was getting him answers, though. It was the only reasonable thing to slide into the clothes left at the foot of his bed and exit the quaint little apartment to seek answers wherever they might be hiding in this new setting.]