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 Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2020 9:02 am
Basyl: 9
He was... not in shape. At all. Basyl had always been more than aware that he wasn't the gold standard for physical fitness. He spent a lot of time with his books and laptop, didn't eat particularly well, and didn't have any kind of workout routine. He wasn't lazy, and he had appropriate enough energy to be running around a hospital. But self care wasn't a top priority for him, and he felt the effects of his obviously sub-par capabilities while running through all this crazy shenanigans.
Narcissus had no trouble jumping on top of building or outrunning most things that chased him or surviving magical attacks aimed at his face, so Basyl had almost thought maybe some of that resilience would seep over into his civilian life...
Big nope.
Big, huge nope.
Running through the city and the forests and the moon acutely reminded Basyl that he wasn't built for this. He was exhausted and achy from exertion. Why did his head hurt. Nothing had hit him, as far as he could remember... But when he popped through the other side of the tear to a standstill back in the still-lively event hall, Basyl sank immediately to the floor, still panting because he'd essentially just run a marathon.
He turned back to see if his classmates or his attending had- had-? He didn't know. Some people in the room looked confused, as if they'd just woken up here. Some were breathing as heavily as he was. Some looked concerned over companions who'd suddenly become 'off,' and some looked completely oblivious that anything had happened at all. There were a myriad of experiences here...
Basyl slid into a sit and leaned his back against one of the legs of the first aid table behind him. His classmates were among the dazed few. They didn't question why he'd started behaving so strangely, and Basyl decided he probably didn't need to bring it up.
He would've liked to believe there was something in the water, but with all this senshi magic and chaos powers floating around, he somehow doubted it...
If the rest of the night proceeded as normal, that'd be good enough.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2020 1:38 pm
Regula Wilder:
And just like that he found himself back in the hallway of the theatre, surrounded by bustling crowds. Every now and then he would see another with much the same thunderous expression as himself, or those who seemed considerably more surprised and anxious... But for others it was as if they were none the wiser to what events had occurred before their very eyes.
It was safe to say that the man was in no way feel charitable at this particular moment in time. In fact, his patience now thoroughly spent he was facing one of those very rare moments when he could very much use a drink. He'd seen enough for this evening and if he managed to find the culprit that had caused this entire escapade he would crush it under his own two feet.
This was why he preferred jigsaw puzzles.
He waited for the familiar face to seemingly drop out of the void, bushy tail visible first.
"Unless you have anything else you want to look at here, I'd suggest we go home. I need a drink," he uttered quietly and nudged the tail with his foot as he stalked towards the door. If Orias chose to stay then he'd no doubt see him later, after he'd sated whatever curiosity he might still have had.
(Regula heading out!)
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2020 2:10 pm
Nataniel Khellasati
6 + 9 + 6 = 21
After passing through the last rift in the world, Nataniel blinked open his eyes to discover that he... was back at the charity ball. A quick look around revealed that many scattered faces were just as confused and alarmed as he was to be teleported so brashly, but others were continuing on as if nothing had happened. Most didn't act like they'd experienced any kind of anomaly at all...
He combed his fingers back through his grassy hair and cast a side-eyed glance to where his mother stood. She seemed to be one of the unaffected, as she was in the middle of a heated conversation about concrete with a portly man Nataniel didn't recognize.
She didn't pay her son any mind.
And Nataniel of course had to assume that she was oblivious to his absence because he hadn't actually gone anywhere at all. As with all of Destiny City's shenanigans, it felt more like a hazy vision that left him reeling from adrenaline and exertion, but with nothing to prove that he'd left this plane of existence. He could assume as he always did: drugs in the punch or too much alcohol, but even that didn't feel like quite an appropriate descriptor for what had happened.
Still, there was nothing to do besides accept it and continue on. He supposed he could ask any of the dazed-looking charity-goers if they'd experienced something similar, but that would require social interaction, and Nataniel was nowhere near curious enough for that.
He sipped his drink, miraculously still in his hand after the whole fiasco, and sidled closer to his family to continue the evening as intended.
[Nataniel exit]
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