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lifeaftr2017-11-19 07:38 pm
ohnehalfte) wrote in lifeaftr2017-11-19 07:38 pm
Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- ✖ camp camp: max,
- ✖ castlevania: soma cruz,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ fire emblem fates: keaton,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ lady trent: isabella camherst,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ skyrim: the dragonborn,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ undertale: sans the skeleton
TiK Tok
Who: Lup (hellawrath), Taako (ohshitsweetflips), Newt (ohnehalfte), and possibly you!
What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more
Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!
Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!
Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.
Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!
hellawrath), Taako (ohshitsweetflips), Newt (ohnehalfte), and possibly you! What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more
Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!
Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!
Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.
Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!
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[Ignis laughs, but doesn't fight her when she edges them away from the fire. Instead, he sighs and attempts to rest his head against her shoulder should she allow it. When he speaks again, his voice is softer and suddenly more serious.]
I'm so sorry, darling. I wish I could have helped you down there. I hate failing people, especially friends.
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[ But all the same, she lets out a laugh, too. The mood suddenly shifts, though, and Mira feels it. He's... apologizing, and calling her a friend, and she has to take a moment to try and loosen the lump in her throat. Lightly, she shakes her head. ]
You don't need to apologize, [ she says quietly. ] It was my own foolishness that got me into trouble. You... you did all you could.
It was more than enough.
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[His laughter is more than a little self-conscious.]
Isn't that terrible? I'm suppose to be the responsible one.
[Ignis can't help but shake his head at her assertion that what he did back then was enough.]
It's never enough. Never. Not when the outcome still ends up negative. Not when people I care about end up hurt. I've let--I'm letting--so many people down.
[Shoot, he's shifting over into sad drunk mode. Someone get him to bed, stat.]
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Shall we find you a place to sit first?
[ She half-pulls him over to a place. What matters is that they stay away from the fire, an he is really in no condition to walk long distances. Mira finds a place where they can still feel the warmth of the fire, but where there's no risk of him hurting himself.
Gently, she lowers him down and sits next to him. ]
... Responsible people deserve a chance to shed that responsibility, sometimes. Otherwise, they'd suffocate from the pressure. [ She watches the flames as she speaks, before turning her gaze to Ignis. ]
You did what you could. Even if you think it's not enough-- [ Ah, there's a lump in her throat again, and she has to take a moment to calm the tears she hopes he doesn't notice. It hits her hard, because she knows just what he's feeling.
She takes a deep, deep breath and lets it out, to calm herself. ]
Even if you think it's not enough, I'm certain several people would disagree. I do, at least. No one could have stopped what happened down there. Gods know we both tried.
If someone claims you've let them down when you've been trying so hard, then they are the fools.
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It takes a surprising amount of concentration to quiet his own views on the topic she's speaking of, but Ignis does manage to do it, finding himself blindly reaching for her hand when he hears the tears in her voice.]
It's not really the fools who cause us the pain in this situation, is it?
[Bloody hell, it would be so much easier to handle if that was the case.]
It's us. We hurt ourselves more than they ever could.
[Why does he suddenly feel so stone cold sober when just a moment ago he could hardly stand?]
How do we stop ourselves from being like this?
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She hesitates before resting her head on his shoulder. Mira listens to him, and she winces a little. Geez, how did she manage to ruin what was supposed to be a stress-free night for him? ]
... I wish I knew.
[ Under the cover of night, with the mood so somber, the weight of her failures lays out on her shoulders. She knows how Ignis feels, and it hurts. It hurts even more that he feels that way. ]
Maybe... maybe we can ask the Storyteller for a solution.
[ It's supposed to be a joke, but... her voice is heavy. ]
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[It's an unconscious reaction, one born of years spent comforting a dark-haired prince with too many nightmares, but as soon as she rests her head on his shoulder, Ignis raises a hand and rests it gently on her head, smoothing her hair.]
It would probably be better if we found the answer ourselves, though. As long as it will take and as much as it will hurt.
[Otherwise, it's cheating, something they can brush off when times get hard and those old habits call them back strong as ever.]
Perhaps one day, then, we can make real jokes about all this.
[Joke attempt seen and appreciated nonetheless.]