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pactfulfilled[ MOMS GOTTA MOM ]
[Asbel sighs, foot tap-a-tapping the cobblestones as he adjusts his tie with stiff, robotic movements. "Just meet with them," she said. "They seem very nice," she said. Ugh. Mom could be such a nag. Asbel honestly has no interest in an arranged date, which is exactly what this is. He doesn't know this person, and they don't really know him either. And the last thing he wants is to spend the evening caged in a stuffy dining room discussing all of his assets and what an eligible bachelor he is (or isn't). He's pretty sure they're going to get bored too. Maybe they don't want to be a part of this either.]
[Asbel sighs again, unable to stop himself. But someone's coming towards him now, and his escape options have all but vanished. He puts on the most pleasant smile he can muster, and extends his hand, trying hard to resist the urge to rub the back of his neck with the other one. It's an anxious habit.]
Um, Mother told me you were coming. I'm Asbel Lhant, but you probably knew that already...
It's very nice to meet you. I, uh, I hope you brought your appetite with you.
[He doesn't have to turn around to know his mom's facepalming behind him.]
[ AUTUMN DELIGHTS ]
[It's autumn, and the constant breeze scatters leaves across the courtyard. Asbel is busy helping sweep them all up - so no one trips - but it's definitely no easy fight to win. Still, there's a fairly impressive multi-colored mound growing beside one of the fountains, and if he hadn't spent all morning at it, he'd be tempted to just throw himself onto the pile.]
[Not far away, one of the stalls is fragrant with the homey smells of apple and pumpkins pies as well as other breads and fruit preserves, and just a little ways beyond that, the soldiers are helping farmers work a cart full of corn out of a rut in the road.]
[It's just a normal day in town! Or is it...? Because something unusual is croached on a corner of the roof, leering down at them.]
What the...? [He pauses in his raking, eyes narrowed.] Hey, do you see that too?
[ THE COORDINATED CARTA CARD CAPER ]
And you last saw it where? [Asbel nods as one of the townspeople describes the final moments he spent with his precious, highly sought after Magic Carta card. It pictures the Goddess Martel, he explains. And it was just yesterday when he was playing with the Turtlez, put the cards away in their box, and returned home only to discover that she was missing. He stares up at them, and then bursts into tears. Asbel casts a glance behind him, then clears his throat.]
Are you sure the Turtlez didn't sort it in with his cards by mistake? It could have been an accident.
[The man shakes his head, accusing the Turtlez of outright deceit, and then begins crying again. Asbel closes his eyes, then turns to his companion with a shrug.]
Well, I guess we have no choice but to track this Turtlez down. Any idea where we should look first? He can't have gone too far.
[ EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS ]
[So... maybe they had a point. Maybe he did need more hobbies. Swordsmanship was all well and good, but being a lord meant he had to learn other skills too so that he could do even more to help his people. And so it is that Asbel is plunked in a chair, hands folded on the table in front of him, looking determined.]
So, what will you be teaching me today? I'll give it my best.
[He just hopes it doesn't involve studying. That'd sure be a drag!]
[ E.T. PHONE HOME ]
[Asbel stares down at the device in his hand. Pascal had insisted that he couldn't break it - it's "dummy proof" apparently, with two buttons - one to send messages and one to call them back. Except she hadn't really explained how to select who to send a bird too. Asbel turns a little knob on the side and presses one of the buttons. A small digital bird vanishes into the air, and a few moments later the device crackles.]
Good try, Pascal. But either I'm too much of an idiot to use your "dummy proof" machine, or you may want to make a few more tweaks to it.
[Assuming it's actually Pascal on the other side? Who knows where the bird really flew off to!]
[Asbel sighs, foot tap-a-tapping the cobblestones as he adjusts his tie with stiff, robotic movements. "Just meet with them," she said. "They seem very nice," she said. Ugh. Mom could be such a nag. Asbel honestly has no interest in an arranged date, which is exactly what this is. He doesn't know this person, and they don't really know him either. And the last thing he wants is to spend the evening caged in a stuffy dining room discussing all of his assets and what an eligible bachelor he is (or isn't). He's pretty sure they're going to get bored too. Maybe they don't want to be a part of this either.]
[Asbel sighs again, unable to stop himself. But someone's coming towards him now, and his escape options have all but vanished. He puts on the most pleasant smile he can muster, and extends his hand, trying hard to resist the urge to rub the back of his neck with the other one. It's an anxious habit.]
Um, Mother told me you were coming. I'm Asbel Lhant, but you probably knew that already...
It's very nice to meet you. I, uh, I hope you brought your appetite with you.
[He doesn't have to turn around to know his mom's facepalming behind him.]
[ AUTUMN DELIGHTS ]
[It's autumn, and the constant breeze scatters leaves across the courtyard. Asbel is busy helping sweep them all up - so no one trips - but it's definitely no easy fight to win. Still, there's a fairly impressive multi-colored mound growing beside one of the fountains, and if he hadn't spent all morning at it, he'd be tempted to just throw himself onto the pile.]
[Not far away, one of the stalls is fragrant with the homey smells of apple and pumpkins pies as well as other breads and fruit preserves, and just a little ways beyond that, the soldiers are helping farmers work a cart full of corn out of a rut in the road.]
[It's just a normal day in town! Or is it...? Because something unusual is croached on a corner of the roof, leering down at them.]
What the...? [He pauses in his raking, eyes narrowed.] Hey, do you see that too?
[ THE COORDINATED CARTA CARD CAPER ]
And you last saw it where? [Asbel nods as one of the townspeople describes the final moments he spent with his precious, highly sought after Magic Carta card. It pictures the Goddess Martel, he explains. And it was just yesterday when he was playing with the Turtlez, put the cards away in their box, and returned home only to discover that she was missing. He stares up at them, and then bursts into tears. Asbel casts a glance behind him, then clears his throat.]
Are you sure the Turtlez didn't sort it in with his cards by mistake? It could have been an accident.
[The man shakes his head, accusing the Turtlez of outright deceit, and then begins crying again. Asbel closes his eyes, then turns to his companion with a shrug.]
Well, I guess we have no choice but to track this Turtlez down. Any idea where we should look first? He can't have gone too far.
[ EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS ]
[So... maybe they had a point. Maybe he did need more hobbies. Swordsmanship was all well and good, but being a lord meant he had to learn other skills too so that he could do even more to help his people. And so it is that Asbel is plunked in a chair, hands folded on the table in front of him, looking determined.]
So, what will you be teaching me today? I'll give it my best.
[He just hopes it doesn't involve studying. That'd sure be a drag!]
[ E.T. PHONE HOME ]
[Asbel stares down at the device in his hand. Pascal had insisted that he couldn't break it - it's "dummy proof" apparently, with two buttons - one to send messages and one to call them back. Except she hadn't really explained how to select who to send a bird too. Asbel turns a little knob on the side and presses one of the buttons. A small digital bird vanishes into the air, and a few moments later the device crackles.]
Good try, Pascal. But either I'm too much of an idiot to use your "dummy proof" machine, or you may want to make a few more tweaks to it.
[Assuming it's actually Pascal on the other side? Who knows where the bird really flew off to!]
pactfulfilled[It's rare for Asbel to be excited about history. The aging professor never does much to kindle his interest in past events or old-fashioned, outdated customs, but history class means one good thing, at least: Richard.]
[Last week saw the worst snowstorm in a decade and, sure, it started out fun. He and the little kids next door took turns sledding down the large hill behind the apartment complex on a trash can lid and worked together to build a pretty impressive snowman complete with scarf and carrot nose. But the evenings had grown boring (and cold), cooped up alone eating leftovers and hoping the snow would melt faster so he could see his friends at school. Even playing “Noble Blades: The Final Chapter” got dull after awhile.]
[So it's with more enthusiasm than usual that Asbel greets Richard this morning, plopping down in a seat next to him with a beaming smile before he’s even pulled his coat off.]
Hey, Richard! Long time no see.
[It's practically a joke considering the long string of texts Asbel sent him over the weekend about going stir crazy and worrying the landlord would kick him out for conducting fencing practice in the lounge.]
You, uh, free this afternoon?
[Yeah, he knows Richard is probably piled high with student council work, but it never hurts to ask.]
[Last week saw the worst snowstorm in a decade and, sure, it started out fun. He and the little kids next door took turns sledding down the large hill behind the apartment complex on a trash can lid and worked together to build a pretty impressive snowman complete with scarf and carrot nose. But the evenings had grown boring (and cold), cooped up alone eating leftovers and hoping the snow would melt faster so he could see his friends at school. Even playing “Noble Blades: The Final Chapter” got dull after awhile.]
[So it's with more enthusiasm than usual that Asbel greets Richard this morning, plopping down in a seat next to him with a beaming smile before he’s even pulled his coat off.]
Hey, Richard! Long time no see.
[It's practically a joke considering the long string of texts Asbel sent him over the weekend about going stir crazy and worrying the landlord would kick him out for conducting fencing practice in the lounge.]
You, uh, free this afternoon?
[Yeah, he knows Richard is probably piled high with student council work, but it never hurts to ask.]
[Closed] Freedom lies in being bold.
Apr. 11th, 2015 06:21 pmjewelbox[Richard wanders the docks of Barona Port, decked out in the plainest garments he owns. Granted, they're still quite fine, but at least the colors are dark; he hopes at least they'll attract little notice. It's been two months since that night in the catacombs, the guard wander the city in full force, and he's been advised - ordered, really - to remain inside the castle where he's safe. Safe. Yes, like a canary in a cage with a viper, he thinks.]
[Richard pulls his hat down low over his eyes as he listens to the water lap against pilings, looking about every now and then to make sure he hasn't been discovered. It's calming, a little. Not a lot, but just enough to help him focus. People board one of the ships tied here and Richard considers following them for one mad minute. Asbel had said that he would help, right? That if anything terrible occurred, he should come to him.]
[It's mad. He knows it's impossible. In truth, there's nothing the other boy could do, and besides, this isn't a burden he can place on anyone else. He's the prince, after all. And... And he needs strength and guidance beyond himself, if he's perfectly honest. What action, then, should he take?]
[Before he can decide, Richard's caught off-guard by one of the large land tortoises being led down to an awaiting boat. The poor-tempered creature's foot crashes down not two yards away, and Richard is forced to shuffle backwards with an undignified yelp.]
[Richard pulls his hat down low over his eyes as he listens to the water lap against pilings, looking about every now and then to make sure he hasn't been discovered. It's calming, a little. Not a lot, but just enough to help him focus. People board one of the ships tied here and Richard considers following them for one mad minute. Asbel had said that he would help, right? That if anything terrible occurred, he should come to him.]
[It's mad. He knows it's impossible. In truth, there's nothing the other boy could do, and besides, this isn't a burden he can place on anyone else. He's the prince, after all. And... And he needs strength and guidance beyond himself, if he's perfectly honest. What action, then, should he take?]
[Before he can decide, Richard's caught off-guard by one of the large land tortoises being led down to an awaiting boat. The poor-tempered creature's foot crashes down not two yards away, and Richard is forced to shuffle backwards with an undignified yelp.]
pactfulfilled[Asbel finally emerges from the study after a long day of paperwork, stretching his arms and trying unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn. He's glad he finally got it all taken care of, but with the promise of even more tomorrow... Well. It's best not to think of that now.]
[His stomach feels decidedly less full than when he started out, and he'd honestly like nothing more than to take a nice relaxing dip in the tub and collapse into bed for the night, but he's still got some duties to tend to. Fortunately, he's saved the best ones for last.]
[Taking care of Sophie could never really feel like an obligation, and he's never regretted his decision to formally adopt her for a second. He's just sorry that he's been cooped up all afternoon and unable to spend more time with her. Surely he'll run out of documents to sign eventually?]
[Asbel wanders further into the main hallway, looking about to see if there's any trace of her.] Sophie? Sophie! Time for bed.
[Oh brother, what a model parent. If he was still young, he'd have stubbornly told his parents off for making up such an unreasonable bedtime.]
[His stomach feels decidedly less full than when he started out, and he'd honestly like nothing more than to take a nice relaxing dip in the tub and collapse into bed for the night, but he's still got some duties to tend to. Fortunately, he's saved the best ones for last.]
[Taking care of Sophie could never really feel like an obligation, and he's never regretted his decision to formally adopt her for a second. He's just sorry that he's been cooped up all afternoon and unable to spend more time with her. Surely he'll run out of documents to sign eventually?]
[Asbel wanders further into the main hallway, looking about to see if there's any trace of her.] Sophie? Sophie! Time for bed.
[
[Closed] Everything's coming up roses.
Feb. 11th, 2015 10:30 pmjewelboxes[Richard woke early, and though it proved difficult to leave the circle of his friend's warmth and slip out into the chilly air of his chambers, there could be no denying the work that needed to be completed before their day's adventures could truly begin. The king's fingers sweep over documents, the royal quill bobbing like a grounded bird as the stack of papers on his desk diminishes, replaced with a smaller pile of letters, the rest tediously filed away.]
[He sets the final signature with a flourish and moves the sheet aside. He'll have the entire day free - "free" in a way that he hasn't for a very long time. The only limitation to that freedom is his ability to play the role of "Rosaline" skillfully enough not to give his true identity away. Pretending to be in love with "Cecilio" won't be a problem at all if yesterday is anything to go by. No amount of distance or months apart have diminished his feelings for Asbel at all, and in just a short time he's been reminded yet again of their extent. Of wanting Asbel to be happy and smiling, to know just how special he is to him, to see him comfortable and cared for and worry-free for as long as possible...and that's only the start. As dear as the others have become, no one else has ever quite struck the same chord in his heart.]
[However, he imagines Rosie would react to being engaged a bit differently than he would... Or would she? Well, Rosie at least has no one else to answer to but her immediate family. And as for himself, he's determined to make the most of his time off exploring Windor. It will be a nice change - not having to keep up appearances in his own kingdom.]
[Richard glances up at long last, a smile lighting his face.]
Yes, I think that should about do it. From this moment onward, I hereby declare that all royal business must be set aside in favor of celebrating Ordinary Citizen's Day.
[He sets the final signature with a flourish and moves the sheet aside. He'll have the entire day free - "free" in a way that he hasn't for a very long time. The only limitation to that freedom is his ability to play the role of "Rosaline" skillfully enough not to give his true identity away. Pretending to be in love with "Cecilio" won't be a problem at all if yesterday is anything to go by. No amount of distance or months apart have diminished his feelings for Asbel at all, and in just a short time he's been reminded yet again of their extent. Of wanting Asbel to be happy and smiling, to know just how special he is to him, to see him comfortable and cared for and worry-free for as long as possible...and that's only the start. As dear as the others have become, no one else has ever quite struck the same chord in his heart.]
[However, he imagines Rosie would react to being engaged a bit differently than he would... Or would she? Well, Rosie at least has no one else to answer to but her immediate family. And as for himself, he's determined to make the most of his time off exploring Windor. It will be a nice change - not having to keep up appearances in his own kingdom.]
[Richard glances up at long last, a smile lighting his face.]
Yes, I think that should about do it. From this moment onward, I hereby declare that all royal business must be set aside in favor of celebrating Ordinary Citizen's Day.
jewelboxes[It has likely been some months since Richard returned to Barona Castle, his days spent holding audiences, meeting privately with members of the court, and signing his approval (or disapproval) on any number of papers. It is no surprise, then, that Richard has been feeling a bit...caged in, cramped, and in good need of some fresh air. Surely he might allow himself just a single afternoon off? Just one to unwind for a moment and to set his thoughts straight, perhaps to pay a visit to the friends he has not had opportunity to see in quite a while.]
[And so he arrives in Lhant, brilliantly disguised in a turban with a handkerchief obscuring the lower half of his face. Having climbed to grand heights, he now perches on one of the rocky hills looking down upon the Lhant manor where he may or may not have spotted one of his two favorite people. Failing this, he might appear from a window, or the platform of the large windmill in the center of town, or even a particularly tall tree. Certainly, though, he throws his head back and proclaims in a loud, dramatic voice:] In this, the dawn of a new age of peace, look to me!
Fear not, good citizens of Lhant! It is I -- the Mask of Barona -- sent by your king to lend a hand of charity and a fist of justice!!
[His majestic cape flows out behind him as he bunches his legs and leaps dramatically to the ground with a cry of "hahh!", landing with relative grace and poise, if a bit of unfortunate strain along his spine and lower back. ...Oh well. That is but a small matter in the face of helping others, particularly one of his dearest friends - if those two distinct lavender pigtails are anything to go by. He turns to face Sophie, gesturing in a completely exaggerated and over-the-top manner.]
Good afternoon, miss! How might I -- the Mask of Barona -- be of assistance to you?
[And so he arrives in Lhant, brilliantly disguised in a turban with a handkerchief obscuring the lower half of his face. Having climbed to grand heights, he now perches on one of the rocky hills looking down upon the Lhant manor where he may or may not have spotted one of his two favorite people. Failing this, he might appear from a window, or the platform of the large windmill in the center of town, or even a particularly tall tree. Certainly, though, he throws his head back and proclaims in a loud, dramatic voice:] In this, the dawn of a new age of peace, look to me!
Fear not, good citizens of Lhant! It is I -- the Mask of Barona -- sent by your king to lend a hand of charity and a fist of justice!!
[His majestic cape flows out behind him as he bunches his legs and leaps dramatically to the ground with a cry of "hahh!", landing with relative grace and poise, if a bit of unfortunate strain along his spine and lower back. ...Oh well. That is but a small matter in the face of helping others, particularly one of his dearest friends - if those two distinct lavender pigtails are anything to go by. He turns to face Sophie, gesturing in a completely exaggerated and over-the-top manner.]
Good afternoon, miss! How might I -- the Mask of Barona -- be of assistance to you?
[Closed] Proof of a nameless existence.
Jul. 27th, 2014 09:01 pmvoidance[This isn't how things were supposed to go at all. At least, it's nothing like Shu had imagined. Fighting for his life, watching innocent people die... To think he really believed he could go back to living a normal life after this. To think he honestly believed he could make some kind of difference... It seems like such a faraway dream now.]
[Or maybe this is the dream. One he'll never be able to wake up from.]
[Shu rounds another corner, running with all his might. Gunfire erupts in the corridor behind him, and the air's thick, bitter with smoke and chemicals. He doesn't even have time to stop and catch his breath. He's lost Inori in the commotion, and the others are scattered throughout the facility somewhere. He needs to find them or else it's all over.]
[He really is useless on his own... He's sure that if Gai were here, he'd be able to turn the situation around. But he isn't Gai.]
Dammit, Shu! Now isn't the time to feel sorry for yourself! If you don't think of something fast, they're going to die!
[Shu grits his teeth, zigzagging down a set of stairs as glass shatters from a nearby window. He just needs to find the others. Inori must be looking for him, too. They can still find a way out of this mess.]
[Or maybe this is the dream. One he'll never be able to wake up from.]
[Shu rounds another corner, running with all his might. Gunfire erupts in the corridor behind him, and the air's thick, bitter with smoke and chemicals. He doesn't even have time to stop and catch his breath. He's lost Inori in the commotion, and the others are scattered throughout the facility somewhere. He needs to find them or else it's all over.]
[He really is useless on his own... He's sure that if Gai were here, he'd be able to turn the situation around. But he isn't Gai.]
Dammit, Shu! Now isn't the time to feel sorry for yourself! If you don't think of something fast, they're going to die!
[Shu grits his teeth, zigzagging down a set of stairs as glass shatters from a nearby window. He just needs to find the others. Inori must be looking for him, too. They can still find a way out of this mess.]
[Closed] So You Wanna Be A Magical Girl?
Jul. 27th, 2014 06:39 pmcurries[Another day, another island. Asbel tries to forget about how dull and predictable things have gotten lately and snatches at any chance for some real adventure. Sure, he's learned to be more careful, but that doesn't mean he's going to sit around on the Friend Ship like some wuss waiting for the adults to figure out exactly how safe this place is and what they should or shouldn't do. How's a person supposed to really get a feel for anything if they don't try it out on their own anyway?]
[The setting is park-like. Large trees spring up in zigzag lines on either side of a stone pathway and gardens full of flowers grow inside and outside of square fences. Looks like someone fired the gardener months ago and never found a new one. Even the path is broken in places where flowers, roots, and mosses have taken hold between the cracks. It's a little wild, a little too (weirdly) quiet. But, also kind of mysterious!]
[Spotting something familiar, Asbel dashes ahead a little ways, swinging his wooden sword at the lower branches of a tree until two or three round fruits fall to the ground with a satisfying thud, thud, thud. He squats down to pick them up and turns around with a big grin on his face.]
Check it out, Hubert! Apples!
[The setting is park-like. Large trees spring up in zigzag lines on either side of a stone pathway and gardens full of flowers grow inside and outside of square fences. Looks like someone fired the gardener months ago and never found a new one. Even the path is broken in places where flowers, roots, and mosses have taken hold between the cracks. It's a little wild, a little too (weirdly) quiet. But, also kind of mysterious!]
[Spotting something familiar, Asbel dashes ahead a little ways, swinging his wooden sword at the lower branches of a tree until two or three round fruits fall to the ground with a satisfying thud, thud, thud. He squats down to pick them up and turns around with a big grin on his face.]
Check it out, Hubert! Apples!
[Closed] Bad Life Choices.
Jul. 27th, 2014 05:29 pmwindegarde[It's luck more than any skill of theirs that has allowed them to capture Richard and bring him back to the Amarcian Enclave. The mountain town is secure, and the warp pad has been temporarily dismantled to prevent escape. It all seems a little...overboard to Asbel, but he can't exactly say this out loud. After all, no one can be sure what will become of Fendel's valkines cryas and the world's eleth flow.]
[Most of Pascal and Hubert's explanations have flown right over Asbel's head, but he knows they've spent much of the evening consulting with the Overseer and Poisson about what to do next. Even when he tries to follow along, Asbel has a difficult time concentrating. He keeps telling himself he should be more concerned about the larger picture, but he just can't stop worrying about his friend or wondering what motives exist behind Richard's actions. None of this seems like him at all...]
[Malik has specifically warned him to be careful around Richard, and Asbel can understand why - the look on Richard's face as he'd been draining the valkines barely seemed human. But he also believes, if given a chance, that he can get through to him somehow. If he can just get Richard to talk to him about what's wrong, then they can fix all this. Then everything will go back to the way it was. They can look for a way to restore the eleth he's taken... they can explain everything to Duke Dalen and the court... Hubert will quit talking about how he'll kill Richard if Asbel doesn't have the nerve... Sophie will have no more reason to question their friendship... they can save him and renew their pact. He truly believes this is possible.]
[--Which is why he's here. Looks like he's the one snooping around this time. Asbel checks behind him and then opens the door just a crack.]
Hey, Richard? Are you awake?
[Most of Pascal and Hubert's explanations have flown right over Asbel's head, but he knows they've spent much of the evening consulting with the Overseer and Poisson about what to do next. Even when he tries to follow along, Asbel has a difficult time concentrating. He keeps telling himself he should be more concerned about the larger picture, but he just can't stop worrying about his friend or wondering what motives exist behind Richard's actions. None of this seems like him at all...]
[Malik has specifically warned him to be careful around Richard, and Asbel can understand why - the look on Richard's face as he'd been draining the valkines barely seemed human. But he also believes, if given a chance, that he can get through to him somehow. If he can just get Richard to talk to him about what's wrong, then they can fix all this. Then everything will go back to the way it was. They can look for a way to restore the eleth he's taken... they can explain everything to Duke Dalen and the court... Hubert will quit talking about how he'll kill Richard if Asbel doesn't have the nerve... Sophie will have no more reason to question their friendship... they can save him and renew their pact. He truly believes this is possible.]
[--Which is why he's here. Looks like he's the one snooping around this time. Asbel checks behind him and then opens the door just a crack.]
Hey, Richard? Are you awake?
windegardeAsbel couldn't help but feel a little jittery, even as he did his best to keep a soldierly pace. How far would it set him back if he screwed up this assignment? What if the captain decided he'd made a mistake - that Asbel wasn't as prepared for knighthood as he'd believed previously? And just how was he being evaluated exactly?
Asbel straightened his posture, suddenly fearful that he could be tested on any number of things. Maybe the captain would deduct points if he spoke out of turn, or maybe he was expected to show he was fully involved by asking lots of questions. The captain might even throw something totally unexpected his way! He sure hoped he'd be ready for it...
Of course, he'd yet to be briefed. They'd been walking for a good half hour or so, and he still wasn't sure how best to prepare himself. Should he ask?
"Captain Malik?" Asbel turned to address his instructor. "I'd like to request details about this field mission, sir. If that's allowed."
((**I say "semi-open" because anyone is welcome to start time-skip prompts here, or you can just throw someone at me and I'll reply with a different prompt.**))
Asbel straightened his posture, suddenly fearful that he could be tested on any number of things. Maybe the captain would deduct points if he spoke out of turn, or maybe he was expected to show he was fully involved by asking lots of questions. The captain might even throw something totally unexpected his way! He sure hoped he'd be ready for it...
Of course, he'd yet to be briefed. They'd been walking for a good half hour or so, and he still wasn't sure how best to prepare himself. Should he ask?
"Captain Malik?" Asbel turned to address his instructor. "I'd like to request details about this field mission, sir. If that's allowed."
((**I say "semi-open" because anyone is welcome to start time-skip prompts here, or you can just throw someone at me and I'll reply with a different prompt.**))
[Closed] To Right These Mistakes
Oct. 20th, 2013 04:51 pmjewelboxes[The outcome of an arduous battle.]
[King Richard makes his way slowly among the men and women of the knights - some resting, some being treated by members of the relief organization. Fortunately Cheria and her people were swift in coming to their aid, and yet clearing out this particular nest has proven the biggest challenge to date.]
[Even now, months after his return to Barona and formal declaration to lead the knights of the realm in driving away the threat the Nova monsters pose to Windor and the rest of the world...even now, he seems so far from reaching that goal. The monsters' numbers are decreasing much too slowly, they have been left alone for far too long, and on top of it all other matters demand his attention. The country's debt problem, negotiating borders and reparations, assuring confidences, and yes, eventually he will even have to face that growing pile of letters sent him by nobility around the world urging him to meet with their highly eligible (bright, talented, and incredibly lovely) daughters.]
[Richard lets out a breath - not quite a sigh, nor a laugh - and continues his patrol. He's exhausted, but he cannot allow himself rest. After all, he is in no small way the person responsible for the current state of the world. He won't let himself relax until everything is back in proper order. That is the responsibility he has inherited.]
[King Richard makes his way slowly among the men and women of the knights - some resting, some being treated by members of the relief organization. Fortunately Cheria and her people were swift in coming to their aid, and yet clearing out this particular nest has proven the biggest challenge to date.]
[Even now, months after his return to Barona and formal declaration to lead the knights of the realm in driving away the threat the Nova monsters pose to Windor and the rest of the world...even now, he seems so far from reaching that goal. The monsters' numbers are decreasing much too slowly, they have been left alone for far too long, and on top of it all other matters demand his attention. The country's debt problem, negotiating borders and reparations, assuring confidences, and yes, eventually he will even have to face that growing pile of letters sent him by nobility around the world urging him to meet with their highly eligible (bright, talented, and incredibly lovely) daughters.]
[Richard lets out a breath - not quite a sigh, nor a laugh - and continues his patrol. He's exhausted, but he cannot allow himself rest. After all, he is in no small way the person responsible for the current state of the world. He won't let himself relax until everything is back in proper order. That is the responsibility he has inherited.]
[Closed] Pre-Flight Check
Oct. 19th, 2013 06:46 pmbroji[Screeching, the hangar doors rumble open, causing even the platform Ginji's perched on to shudder and shake. He really should take another look at them - the doors - but it seems no matter how many times they undergo maintenance, dry air off the highlands and the ever-present sand immediately return to worrying metal tracks and sticking in gears.]
[Ginji cranes his neck to see what's going on below, and there's Grandpa Aston, gesturing for him to hurry over. And so, closing the side hatch and tucking a wrench back into his belt, Ginji ducks under the Albiore's railing and slides down to land heavily on solid ground. From here, he can see that Aston's brought company. Or maybe company brought him? With a grin he lopes over, taking a sec to wipe grease from his hands, even as Aston turns to go.]
Mr. Asch! Didn't expect to see you again so soon. [He crooks a thumb behind him towards the black and magenta airship.] You're here for a pair of wings, I take it?
[Ginji cranes his neck to see what's going on below, and there's Grandpa Aston, gesturing for him to hurry over. And so, closing the side hatch and tucking a wrench back into his belt, Ginji ducks under the Albiore's railing and slides down to land heavily on solid ground. From here, he can see that Aston's brought company. Or maybe company brought him? With a grin he lopes over, taking a sec to wipe grease from his hands, even as Aston turns to go.]
Mr. Asch! Didn't expect to see you again so soon. [He crooks a thumb behind him towards the black and magenta airship.] You're here for a pair of wings, I take it?
[OPEN] Save the Date!
Apr. 19th, 2013 11:18 amclaim_my_placeNo.
[Asch is looking disgruntled again. But since when is that unusual? He and his pink-haired, donut-headed companion are visiting a "hub" world this time. It's one of those places where you can never guess who or what is about to pop out of the woodwork. Only this particular plaza is made entirely of glass. The effect is attractive enough, but it doesn't allow for much safety or for keeping a low profile - two things which have quickly become priorities as far as Asch is concerned. The redhead's already had three close calls today - familiar faces, with the additions of extra eyes or limbs or purple skin. He's used to it, relatively speaking, but it doesn't stop his pulse from speeding up each and every time.]
[He throws an exasperated look over his shoulder.]
For the last time, I don't need more idiots following me around, and Natalia-- [He jerks his head around to watch where he's going.] ...you'd be better off forgetting I ever mentioned her.
[OOC: This is open to anyone/everyone and will eventually lead to (hopefully!) setting this guy up on blind dates because clearly what he needs is love, tolerance, and friendship. Male, female, it, young, old, pets, aliens. The weirder the better...maybe!]
[Asch is looking disgruntled again. But since when is that unusual? He and his pink-haired, donut-headed companion are visiting a "hub" world this time. It's one of those places where you can never guess who or what is about to pop out of the woodwork. Only this particular plaza is made entirely of glass. The effect is attractive enough, but it doesn't allow for much safety or for keeping a low profile - two things which have quickly become priorities as far as Asch is concerned. The redhead's already had three close calls today - familiar faces, with the additions of extra eyes or limbs or purple skin. He's used to it, relatively speaking, but it doesn't stop his pulse from speeding up each and every time.]
[He throws an exasperated look over his shoulder.]
For the last time, I don't need more idiots following me around, and Natalia-- [He jerks his head around to watch where he's going.] ...you'd be better off forgetting I ever mentioned her.
[OOC: This is open to anyone/everyone and will eventually lead to (hopefully!) setting this guy up on blind dates because clearly what he needs is love, tolerance, and friendship. Male, female, it, young, old, pets, aliens. The weirder the better...maybe!]
