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lifeaftr2017-09-08 04:54 pm
scourgingstars) wrote in lifeaftr2017-09-08 04:54 pm
paint it black
Who: Ardyn + ota
What: Adjusting and generally being the obligatory weird neighbor.
When: ~9/8, late afternoon and evening.
Where: Islet 4 + Enso, ruins/mana pool.
Warnings: FFXV spoilers, nothing else yet.
[islet 4, shack 1]
[He hadn't done much of anything with the miserable little home yet, so the structure on the edge of the islet was easy to mistake for being uninhabited at first glance. But if investigated while the sun was out, one would find its sole resident in the shade of what was left of the roof--doing absolutely nothing productive whatsoever. At most he was tossing a coin to himself, or unfolding a multitool to take better inventory of what was in it.]
[When the sun started to set, however, Ardyn would be standing outside the half-ruined structure, examining the ruined building with what was probably a thoughtful look. No need to live in abject misery until he figured out what to do with this situation, after all. If someone happened to approach, he'd greet them with a brightly charming smile and:]
I don't suppose you know anything about construction, do you?
[enso e5]
[The ruins and mana pool had, for whatever reason, caught Ardyn's attention--as night started to fall he was lingering in the general area as if taking inventory of the immediate surroundings. It was possible that one might have caught a look of faint distaste or annoyance on his face as he looked over the temple remains, but otherwise that look of smug amusement was ever-present. As it grew later he'd be lingering around the mana pool near a small fire to guard against the dark and cold (or at least appear to be doing so.) Generally he seemed to be unfazed by being stuck on a mysterious other world with no regard for the linear nature of time, much less common sense.]
[But then again he'd certainly spent time on worse islands, all things considered.]
What: Adjusting and generally being the obligatory weird neighbor.
When: ~9/8, late afternoon and evening.
Where: Islet 4 + Enso, ruins/mana pool.
Warnings: FFXV spoilers, nothing else yet.
[islet 4, shack 1]
[He hadn't done much of anything with the miserable little home yet, so the structure on the edge of the islet was easy to mistake for being uninhabited at first glance. But if investigated while the sun was out, one would find its sole resident in the shade of what was left of the roof--doing absolutely nothing productive whatsoever. At most he was tossing a coin to himself, or unfolding a multitool to take better inventory of what was in it.]
[When the sun started to set, however, Ardyn would be standing outside the half-ruined structure, examining the ruined building with what was probably a thoughtful look. No need to live in abject misery until he figured out what to do with this situation, after all. If someone happened to approach, he'd greet them with a brightly charming smile and:]
I don't suppose you know anything about construction, do you?
[enso e5]
[The ruins and mana pool had, for whatever reason, caught Ardyn's attention--as night started to fall he was lingering in the general area as if taking inventory of the immediate surroundings. It was possible that one might have caught a look of faint distaste or annoyance on his face as he looked over the temple remains, but otherwise that look of smug amusement was ever-present. As it grew later he'd be lingering around the mana pool near a small fire to guard against the dark and cold (or at least appear to be doing so.) Generally he seemed to be unfazed by being stuck on a mysterious other world with no regard for the linear nature of time, much less common sense.]
[But then again he'd certainly spent time on worse islands, all things considered.]
no subject
Y'know, homie, s'probably safer in them ruins. [He jabs a finger over his back.] Ol' Cottontail even went and fancied up a few hammocks'n stuff in there for us. Y'all don't know what might be prowling out here at night.