case 12 | multiple choice action!

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Scenario A: Inn Kitchen
[Don't ask how or why, but somehow through the magic of politics and sheer scaring the crap out of people, Damian's managed to commandeer the Inn Kitchen for an hour or two to make iftaar for the evening. It's still daylight, so he can't taste or drink the stuff he's making... and it's kind of a problem.

He's thiiiiis close to grabbing the nearest person he sees to ask them to taste-test his food. As it is, though, he's just staring at the recipe book and hoping that Allah_(swt) won't mind it if he got a couple of ingredients wrong.]

Scenario B: Fisherman's Horizon Pier
[It's nighttime and Damian's FINALLY able to break his fast. He's sitting on the edge of the pier, with his date in one hand and fruit juice in the other. After murmuring a prayer, he inhales his date whole and gulps down his fruit juice in literally 2.5 seconds. It doesn't matter how often he's fasted---it still feels good to have something in his stomach after so long.

He doesn't bother to get up, though; he's more interested in feeling the sea breeze. Maybe it's stupid of him to sit and potentially miss Maghrib, but it's actually pretty nice out here!]

[ooc | As always, unfamiliar words can be deciphered by placing your mouse over them. :3 If it doesn't work for you, let me know and I'll translate.]

start of the 'super powers' event...

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[When cadets wake up on Monday morning, it might seem like another normal day; the wake up call resonates from the intercom to alert the students that it's time to get up and prepare for class and cadets might go through their typical wake up routine.

But then again, maybe it's not so normal. Maybe things seem a little strange… perhaps they notice something quite unsettling, such as a funny feeling as though something is missing.

As the day progresses, perhaps it's just the same old, same old. Attend classes, grab some lunch, then more classes. But maybe the quickest flash of a funny sensation has them pausing for a moment to get their bearings right. What was that? Is something going on?

Maybe yes, maybe no…]

[OOC: And so the start of the super powers event begins! Remember, the first week is just a slow progression, mostly an individual beginning to lose their powers and show signs of gaining another ability. Next week is when the symptoms really set in. More about the event can be found here.]

001 - [Action]

[hoodbin.livejournal.com]

[ Man it sure is noisy out this time of day. Students running back and forth through the Quad chatting it up with their friends and trying to get to class. A girl laid fully on a bench in the Quad watching everyone passing by as if it were a movie. That's what people watching was all about, wasn't it? Watching those around you as if you weren't even there?

She sighed softly and turned her head to stare at the sky. She held her letter above her as the sunlight shone through the paper. ]

Well Sashs? I don't think we're in Gotham anymore [ She sighs a little and turns to her side on the bench. She wanted to reach out and get someone's attention, but then again this place was too new. If she did that what would she even say? It was best to keep to herself for the time being. She turned once more on the bench and placed the letter on her face. She didn't feel up for exploring classes. Maybe if she were lucky no one would want to bother her if she looked like she was sleeping, not that she could in a new place like this.]

[Training Center Action!]

[redcinemareel]

[A grat disintegrates to nothingness once Grell is done with it. She's getting a lot better with this chain whip, and that kick of fire when it strikes is her favorite part! Her chain whip returns with a flick of her wrist before continuing deeper inside.

As usual, she's wearing the appropriate clothing, trainers on her feet, and hair tied back into a ponytail. Nothing can stop such fabulous looks.

Except a T-Rexaur.

There is one ahead of her which makes her stop in her tracks. Perfect! She could use some fun. Her sharp teeth show as she allows the beast to charge at her.]

Such a foul disposition so quickly~? [All she has to do is flicker behind it--

As she tries, nothing happens. Alarmed, Grell looks down at her place, wondering why she hasn't moved yet. She tries again with the T-Rexaur ever approaching quickly. Still no movement.]

What's wrong-- [She tumbles out of the way of being rammed into, but has become too slow to avoid a powerful tail swipe. It knocks her into a tree trunk before she crumples to the ground, groaning.]

001 ♡ [action]

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[ Making their way from the Garden Lobby to the Fisherman's Horizon inn are a boy and a girl, each with a course catalog tucked under their arms and matching confused faces. Their bodies are turned into each other slightly, enough to let onlookers know that they're friends. The girl's eyes keep darting about, whether in amazement or sheer surprise is difficult to tell. The boy looks warier, shoulders hunched, stooping like a silver gargoyle over his companion. At some points, the girl rushes into the fancy shops, leaving the boy alone on the street, his eyes snagging on every pooled shadow.

They're probably going to get epically lost. Help them out?

ooc: Feel free to tag either one or both of them--no guarantee Bun and I will be on at the same time, sadly. ]

[action] fisherman's horizon | training center

[bahamutgal.livejournal.com]

[Scenario A]

[This town wasn't so bad, really. It reminded her a bit of Oerba - it just had that quiet sense where everyone seemed to know each other. Well, it used to, probably. She figured all of these extra people in town weren't doing much for the quiet.

Not that any Garden students were causing a ruckus. Good thing, since even though as a SeeD, she was supposed to be setting an example and enforcing all of those rules, she wasn't really up for the task. Hey, if everyone was old enough to be wandering around town, they were old enough to keep themselves in line.

Even so, Fang found herself wandering along the Horizon Bridge, inadvertently keeping an eye on things. Well, half an eye, anyway. What she was really thinking was that this spot probably had a fabulous sunset. Maybe she'd risk breaking curfew to see it, though it was a silly thing to break it for.

Hmph. Rules. Who needed 'em?]

[Scenario B]

[Whether it from being a l'cie or just because of plain old unwillingness to let anything get the best of her, Fang usually had no problem in taking down a T-Rexaur - as long as it was just one at a time. Sort of like the King Behemoths back home.

On this particular night, though, this one seemed to be giving her trouble. She'd sought out the Training Center since she was feeling particularly restless and of course, she could only go here. Nothing wrong with getting rid of some beasts to help someone sleep, right?

Maybe she was more tired than she'd thought, because this thing was certainly putting up a fight. It wasn't as though she didn't feel strong enough to beat it; more like...she was drawing her strength from the wrong sources. But that was stupid. She knew her strengths better than anyone, after all, and had been using them and fighting for a lot longer than most.

Bah. Perhaps she should use a status spell, though she'd been finding little use for them lately. She held her spear out for defense, calling up her rather pitiful stockpile of magic for a Sleep or something, but to her surprise, instead of the intended spell, a tiny burst of flame shot from her hand. It wasn't anything at all impressive - it lasted barely a moment, but it was enough to startle her into staring at her hand in surprise.

That hadn't been l'cie magic...or her l'cie magic, anyway, unless she'd gained a few new abilities while she wasn't looking. Hmph. If no one had seen it, it probably wasn't anything getting herself all worked up over. Spell flukes happened, right? She needed to concentrate on this beast, anyway, before it saw fit to chomp her right in half.]