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paixaorpg2006-10-26 08:40 pm
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Hi Ho Hi Ho! Off to the Inn We Go! [Completed]
Characters: Karst, Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric, Marona, and anyone else who wants to join.
Content: They finally leave Auntie Unde's and head for Actua Are.
Setting: From Auntie Unde's [H7] over to Actua Are [J7]
Time: Late Afternoon/Evening
Warnings: None currently.
After spending a good deal of time in Auntie Unde's, found the supplies they had wanted for the most part, and Al's brother, Ed had caught up to them, they had finally taken leave of the general store. Marona was thankful that the strange white creatures had appeared to have scattered from the earthquake, so they didn't seem to have any problems finally escaping the shop, which had worried her. They didn't seem to be in still much shape to really take the creatures on.
Despite the coast being clear, Marona still stayed close as she could to the group. She hated to depend on them like this, but she knew she would be in big trouble if they were attacked and she were divided from them. She was a chroma after all, and although she was still rather new at it, she did know a little about fighting. She had to know how to keep herself out of harms way, so her phantom friends wouldn't have to worry about her while they attacked the enemies.
So she strolled trying to keep up the best she could, although she seemed a little lost in her own world. She had her journal out again, and was softly humming and singing to herself. Apparently she was trying to keep herself occupied.
"Kotoba jya tarinakute ai de mo ..."
Her voice was already strained, and it cracked apart before she could finish. She sighed softly and fell silent again, and returned to just playing with the device in her hands.
"Eh..? ...!"
Marona suddenly came to a dead stop as the others continued to go forward. Her small hands gripped the journal as she read it several more times over. Lifting her head to look to her companions, she sprinted back up to them, tears in her eyes, but a smile on her lips.
"ASH! Someone has seen Ash!" she cried, relief clearly overflowing, "I don't know where he is yet, but ... Hopefully I'll know soon."
She hugged the journal close, thankful it had come in useful after all, "I'm so relieved .. Ash is here, and is looking for me!"
Content: They finally leave Auntie Unde's and head for Actua Are.
Setting: From Auntie Unde's [H7] over to Actua Are [J7]
Time: Late Afternoon/Evening
Warnings: None currently.
After spending a good deal of time in Auntie Unde's, found the supplies they had wanted for the most part, and Al's brother, Ed had caught up to them, they had finally taken leave of the general store. Marona was thankful that the strange white creatures had appeared to have scattered from the earthquake, so they didn't seem to have any problems finally escaping the shop, which had worried her. They didn't seem to be in still much shape to really take the creatures on.
Despite the coast being clear, Marona still stayed close as she could to the group. She hated to depend on them like this, but she knew she would be in big trouble if they were attacked and she were divided from them. She was a chroma after all, and although she was still rather new at it, she did know a little about fighting. She had to know how to keep herself out of harms way, so her phantom friends wouldn't have to worry about her while they attacked the enemies.
So she strolled trying to keep up the best she could, although she seemed a little lost in her own world. She had her journal out again, and was softly humming and singing to herself. Apparently she was trying to keep herself occupied.
"Kotoba jya tarinakute ai de mo ..."
Her voice was already strained, and it cracked apart before she could finish. She sighed softly and fell silent again, and returned to just playing with the device in her hands.
"Eh..? ...!"
Marona suddenly came to a dead stop as the others continued to go forward. Her small hands gripped the journal as she read it several more times over. Lifting her head to look to her companions, she sprinted back up to them, tears in her eyes, but a smile on her lips.
"ASH! Someone has seen Ash!" she cried, relief clearly overflowing, "I don't know where he is yet, but ... Hopefully I'll know soon."
She hugged the journal close, thankful it had come in useful after all, "I'm so relieved .. Ash is here, and is looking for me!"
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For a split second, she recalled violet eyes, and she tensed at the thought. Yes. Isaac, too, had had the assistance of a younger Adept, and a Wind Adept at that, one who should have been able to read his mind and see the murderous intentions therein. The boy's name was Ivan, and he was extremely durable for a Wind Adept, though still quite frail by Proxian Fire Adept standards. Karst had fought a long time to wear him down, and he was a formidable foe even when cut off from other party members.
That wasn't what she should be thinking of right now. She had to try to understand the journals.
"So now I should just talk or-- Oh! There are written words appearing!" Karst blinked at the little glass 'screen', startled by her own success. "So that's how it works... other Southerners can read my words here, and there's a way to make this speak so I can hear the words they write in reply. That's incredible..." She sighed, and noted with some slight amusement that the journal device didn't record the sigh. "I wonder if Weyard's Golden Age had-- or will have, I guess-- wonders like this?"
After another awkward moment or two, she mimicked the actions she'd seen Marona use to finish using her journal, then looked around. "I'll tell it something more later... Do you know how to bring up the map? Perhaps once we join your friend Ash we can go find that weapons store the woman was talking about..."
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(OOC: Yay! This means Karst can put a post in her journal!)