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hugtopia_logs2020-03-05 04:59 pm
promittere) wrote in hugtopia_logs2020-03-05 04:59 pm
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♥ Who: Ignis & you!
♥ Where: The residential areas, Ainea’s temple, and various other places in the city!
♥ When: March
♥ What: Ignis keeps himself busy. That’s what he’s good at, especially in the face of friends and family disappearing or being ill.
♥ Rating: G, PG? There shouldn’t be anything too bad, will update if necessary!
homemade target practice; (residential area)
[The target isn’t much to look at, at first. It’s what seems to be a couch pillow, propped up against the wall of the house that Ignis has been calling home with Regis and Cor. It’s positioned as far away from the windows as Ignis could get it, and that’s going to be good enough for now. Maybe, some day, he’ll get a proper target, but for now he’s making due.
(He’ll have to apologize to Regis, when he wakes up, for destroying the pillow. Definitely when, and not if.)
There’s a lance - a peculiar looking lance, that seems to have an engine, for some reason? - propped against the wall, and Ignis holds a pair of rather elaborate daggers. The man raises and lowers them for a moment, as if testing their weight and balance, before tossing one into the air.
...And kicking it.
It changes course, piercing the cushion with a dull noise. Ignis approaches the slain softness, reaching out with curious fingers to see where it landed.]
Could be better…
[And with that, he pulls the dagger free.]
taking care of worry warts; (ainea’s temple)
[Ignis is concerned for Regis - of course he is. The man has gone to sleep, and from what he’s gleaned from others, he’s...changing. And nobody has any idea when - or if - he’ll wake up. It’s enough to cause panic, but…
Ignis is nothing if not practical. He has the time to worry here, but he doesn’t want to let himself get consumed by it. Things aren’t helped by the disappearance of Lunafreya, either, so he can’t blame people for being afraid.
(He can’t blame himself for being afraid.)
Still, fear and worry are no reason not to take care of yourself. He slips in holding a thermos, and he approaches with enough noise to mark his arrival.]
I brought soup. You should eat.
[And no, he won’t take “no” or “I’m not hungry” for an answer.]
city rumbling; (various!)
[The earthquakes are concerning. The fact the locals are excited about the earthquakes is, somehow, more concerning. A sign? Any sign or warning like this isn’t good, and Ignis isn’t particularly keen to live through any sort of natural disaster. It was bad enough when it was Titan shaking the earth - at least they knew what was happening.
Still, the quakes don’t stop him from getting out into the city. He can be found just about anywhere - in cafes and shops, near the wall. He goes where he pleases, cane in hand as he makes his way through the city.
It’s...nice, here.]
wildcard;
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♥ Where: The residential areas, Ainea’s temple, and various other places in the city!
♥ When: March
♥ What: Ignis keeps himself busy. That’s what he’s good at, especially in the face of friends and family disappearing or being ill.
♥ Rating: G, PG? There shouldn’t be anything too bad, will update if necessary!
homemade target practice; (residential area)
[The target isn’t much to look at, at first. It’s what seems to be a couch pillow, propped up against the wall of the house that Ignis has been calling home with Regis and Cor. It’s positioned as far away from the windows as Ignis could get it, and that’s going to be good enough for now. Maybe, some day, he’ll get a proper target, but for now he’s making due.
(He’ll have to apologize to Regis, when he wakes up, for destroying the pillow. Definitely when, and not if.)
There’s a lance - a peculiar looking lance, that seems to have an engine, for some reason? - propped against the wall, and Ignis holds a pair of rather elaborate daggers. The man raises and lowers them for a moment, as if testing their weight and balance, before tossing one into the air.
...And kicking it.
It changes course, piercing the cushion with a dull noise. Ignis approaches the slain softness, reaching out with curious fingers to see where it landed.]
Could be better…
[And with that, he pulls the dagger free.]
taking care of worry warts; (ainea’s temple)
[Ignis is concerned for Regis - of course he is. The man has gone to sleep, and from what he’s gleaned from others, he’s...changing. And nobody has any idea when - or if - he’ll wake up. It’s enough to cause panic, but…
Ignis is nothing if not practical. He has the time to worry here, but he doesn’t want to let himself get consumed by it. Things aren’t helped by the disappearance of Lunafreya, either, so he can’t blame people for being afraid.
(He can’t blame himself for being afraid.)
Still, fear and worry are no reason not to take care of yourself. He slips in holding a thermos, and he approaches with enough noise to mark his arrival.]
I brought soup. You should eat.
[And no, he won’t take “no” or “I’m not hungry” for an answer.]
city rumbling; (various!)
[The earthquakes are concerning. The fact the locals are excited about the earthquakes is, somehow, more concerning. A sign? Any sign or warning like this isn’t good, and Ignis isn’t particularly keen to live through any sort of natural disaster. It was bad enough when it was Titan shaking the earth - at least they knew what was happening.
Still, the quakes don’t stop him from getting out into the city. He can be found just about anywhere - in cafes and shops, near the wall. He goes where he pleases, cane in hand as he makes his way through the city.
It’s...nice, here.]
wildcard;
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