Riyel "The Ringer" Vicaria
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
Junction: Ifrit , Elliot
Level: 19
Health: 1900/1900 (Protect, Float)
Location: Winhill Mansion
Magic: Scan (3), Fira (4), Firaga (3), Cura (3), Thundara (3), Gravity (1)
Items: Phoenix Down (3), Hi Potions (2), Lighter, Cigarettes
Weapon: Titan's Edge: 3/3 Chamber Filled (Bio, Thundara, Fira), Brass Knuckles
Mood: Back in the Game
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{Current Theme Song: Ever Kuvera}
Dear God in Heaven....a VACATION! No Unbroken. No BIE. Just himself relaxing in the sun. Even as he came onto the beach later that day, making a fire to sit and watch the sunset with and maybe cook some mallows, he felt...relaxed. Ifrit wasn't talking to him, Elliot was in the water playing, and it was QUIET! Just the fire crackling and a small cooler filled with some drinks and food to enjoy the evening. Noone to bother me. Riyel let loose a yawn in the chair that he brought, letting the world go dark around him. A couple of sticks were by the chair as well, sharpened in order to cook the food. He had thought of bringing out the grill from the beach house he had rented out. "This is paradise right here, boys." he said out loud, both of the Guardian Forces knowing EXACTLY what he meant as the blonde reclined in the chair in his swimming shorts and tank top...paradise.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
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