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[ She had known. Both of them had known, that being aides to Prince Zen mean facing danger on all sides, at any given time. They had known that their first priority was their prince.

And yet, the amount of panic and anger that surges up when she sees Mitsuhide fall in the middle of a bandit attack is so sudden that Kiki almost stumbles from the overwhelming force of it. She doesn't, of course; there are too many attackers left standing, and while Zen has escaped with Shirayuki, her partner has fallen.

She doesn't bother to check on him, to verify how bad his injuries are. Instead, Kiki throws herself into the fight with renewed fervor, driving them all away from Mitsuhide, cutting them down in silent, angry slashes.

And when she's left standing, she staggers as quickly as she can, dropping to her knees beside Mitsuhide and automatically checking him for the worst of his injuries with slightly shaking fingers. Adrenaline, she tells herself. She'd be steady otherwise. ]


Answer me. Mitsuhide!
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[ It's been awhile since Jude's been more on Healing Duty than Fighting Duty, which might be an odd thing to happen to a medical student-- but his life had been a series of odd events lately, so Jude didn't find it all that strange. Right now, his attention was focused on casting Healer, eyes narrowed on Talim's injury and then flicking up to her face to make sure that she wasn't still in pain. ]

How does that feel?
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[ Kiki likes doing the rounds. It's better to move her legs and patrol, instead of having to stand in one corner of the room and watch Zen plow through his paperwork. Occasionally, she gets company. Shirayuki, sometimes, arms laden down with books or plants or both. Obi, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet, cheery and grating.

Mitsuhide, mostly. But she hadn't seen her partner for hours. Which could be concerning, but this was Mitsuhide, and if he'd disappeared, it most likely wasn't because he'd been attacked or kidnapped. He was probably focusing too hard on something, yet again.

But maybe she'll keep more of an eye out for him as she wanders. ]
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[ it was a blur, one Sharon had tried to latch onto, because she needed to know what had happened. It hadn't been long since her bond with Equus had returned, and she knew they'd been headed to Sablier, but whether they had been close and the Abyss' effects had come into play or whether it had been something else... she couldn't say. She had felt a tug (to put it lightly), and before she could call out to Break, she fell.

And kept falling.

Had she still had her ribbon, she would have lost it to the force tossing her in every which direction, but she can't bring herself to think of that right now, when it feels like she can't draw a breath under the weight of this pressure.

Then, abruptly, it ends. She has enough awareness to register that much, at least, that everything hurts and that the ground is hot-- but with the promise of something solid and a last thought towards her family, she loses consciousness.

Sorry, citizens of Xian Du, please don't mind that limp, somewhat battered blonde figure on the ground as you go about your day. ]
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[ so, Makoto may not be very good at video games. But one outing (date her mind had supplied, even though she'd turned pink just thinking about it) had led them to an arcade, and she'd thought to try and improve by doing a round of games.

... She hadn't been very good.

But that was before she'd seen the DDR systems in the corner.

Sorry, Makoto, your girlfriend is over there and enthusiastically trouncing her competition. It's been awhile since she's been able to just dance like this, and it shows. ]
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[ WELP, Malik was lost. It was sort of embarrassing to think that he could become separated from a bunch of kids, but he at least had faith in their abilities to look after themselves. (Even if Asbel was... well, Asbel.)

These woods were totally unfamiliar, so there was nothing for it but to do his best to look for a sign of the others. ]
jitensha: (So that's the power of doujinshi...)
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[ work, as she'd predicted, has been getting increasingly schedule-jamming. Not that Makoto minds, but in between work and studying and the few occasional moments of free time she could get with the other idols, it's been even harder to get the chance to see her... boyfriend (and she'll get used to thinking of him like that sooner or later, but it never fails to make her feel unusually shy).

Well, she'd reasoned, he had a training camp, so even if she'd had the time, he would have been gone anyway-- but that doesn't stop her from texting him, taking a breather from the rehearsal with Mami and Haruka to do so. ]


Hey! How'd the training camp go?
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[ with Makoto letting her know that he'd be close by her venue of work for the day, she'd thrown herself into the job with even more energy than her usual; the Producer had been awed and exhausted just watching her by the time it had ended.

She's just heading back to the car, pulling out her phone to call--

And that's when she hears a small, familiar voice. Ren...?

When she speeds up her steps, it's to find not just Makoto and his siblings, but some very disgruntled-looking high-school boys crowding them. ]


Hey--! What's going on?!
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[ the weather had been nice on her end, when her last job of the day had wrapped up. And Makoto still had a good chunk of day left over, so after a call home to let her mother know where she'd be, and a text to her fellow Makoto to make sure it was okay, she'd hopped the train.

... And then it had started to rain.

A lot.

Luckily, she has a baseball cap this time, which helps, although once she's off the platform (and subsequent bus) and out in the weather, there's little hope for the rest of her staying dry in this downpour. Then the question became... where was she even supposed to find Makoto? Swimming practice couldn't happen, unless they had an indoor pool... should she ask around town? Was it that tiny of one? Or maybe she should just cave and call him. ]


I probably should... this weather isn't exactly making it easy to spot anyone.
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[ it's strange to be back here again. Not that Makoto found being near the ocean to be a particularly odd thing, but it's been a year, and so much has changed since then. They hadn't been as well known back then. They could run down the beach or leap into the ocean or get hit on without fear of being overly crowded (though the latter was mostly Miki). For the time being, staying in the ocean had kept recognition to a minimum, and the other idols had split up to stay low and relax in their own different ways.

In Makoto's case, the ocean was still the place to be, and she's happily trotting towards it after some additional time spent on dry land (mainly keeping the twins from burying the Producer completely). Is she expecting company?

No, but at least she's open to it. ]
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[ I HAVE THE WORST POST TITLES SERIOUSLY WHY DO YOU LET ME DO ANYTHING

Alright, so this? This would be the ocean. Well, more specifically, this would be a pirate ship in the middle of the ocean. Despite the flag flying high and proud, the pirate ship in question hasn't done much pirating lately. That sort of happens when your captain ends up falling into the services of the god of death.

It's been quiet lately, though. On both the god of death and the pirating front- you'd think a lack of the former would give time for the latter, but it's not to be. So the Dead End Moon is left to cut surely through the waves, looking for all the world like she has a destination, when she really doesn't.

The captain of our intrepid yet aimless vessel is perched in the crow's nest, spyglass to one eye. He's looking for something, anything, because he's likely to catch cabin fever at this rate. And we really don't need a musical number right now. ]
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[ Takane can tolerate a lot of things. Stuffy people, rude people, long lines, society's expectations.

But there are other things she cannot, and one of those happens to involve any sort of threat to those she deems important. Which, in this case, happens to be a surprisingly mobile walrus-like beast attacking her fellow singers. Naturally, when it flees, she... follows it.

Because an eighteen-year-old girl getting into a fight with a giant walrus is something that won't attract any attention at all. Especially when she gains the upper hand by singing at it.

She is, however, not used to any of this, so perhaps some assistance might be in order. ]
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[ it's a little awkward, being in a locker room and waiting for a certain someone to finish his primping. Even more embarrassing when 1/3 of his teammates knew you were there and teased you about peeking at shirtless guys.

This is, however, better than waiting outside where there were plenty of girls who were just leaving, because Makoto didn't wish to spend the afternoon fending off potential fans. For now, she's content to plunk down on a bench and sweep off her hat with a sigh. Maybe it smells too much like Sweaty Guy in here, but she'll endure it. ]
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So here's how it goes down! You tag with a location in the subject (DunBroch, New Jersey, Space, etc.) and you're free to come up with a scenario or leave it blank, in which case I will do my best to come up with one!

Come at me, bros.
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[ so the thing was, Makoto didn't get sick. It took a series of unfortunate events, a moment of stress-induced weakness, and doing the idiotically chivalrous thing of trying to make her way home in the pouring rain and likely spending too much time in soaked clothing, despite Kise's best efforts.

But the point was, Makoto didn't usually get sick, and when she did get sick, it had to be sick enough to buckle her knees and keep her under her covers with a fever that could warm cold palms in an instant. She'd tried to go to work, but hadn't made it further than her own doorway before she'd gotten too dizzy to stand without the aid of the frame and had been promptly ushered back to bed.

And of course, she hadn't wanted to worry Kise, but that had backfired and for some inexplicable reason, she felt worse than ever. She'd have to change the compress again, she thinks distantly, as she tries to push herself up on her elbows to give him a properly chastising look. At the very least, her parents were now out for one of her dad's races, but... ]


You... really didn't have to come.

[ what if she's contagious? It's bad enough that she feels awful and she's sweaty and her hair's a mess and her face is all red and this isn't very romantic at all-- ]
jitensha: (Always the groom never the bride)
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[ Makoto had heard it on the highest authority (Miki) that girls should always be fashionably late to their dates. It left the guy 'frothing with desire', or something like that. And she'd dwelt on it, she really had, even as she sifted through her closet for the sixth time.

Makoto has always been Makoto, though, and that meant she didn't feel right purposely taking her time. It's why she's waiting near the entrance-- has been waiting for ten minutes with the long black skirt and the white shirt with the artfully placed frills and the red heels that click so cutely when she walks. It's a far cry from the jeans and sweatshirts she usually runs around in.

But she'd like to think it's not bad. ]
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[ It was a dark and stormy night.

What? It was.

Anyway, the rain was coming down in sheets when a cloaked figure collapsed outside of the gates of Castle Dunbroch. He wasn't injured, at least nothing serious beyond a few scrapes and bruises. Cold, sick, and exhausted? Most certainly. He was brought inside, and it quickly became apparent, thought the insignia on his armor and the papers he carried with him, that he was a Grey Warden. There were only stories about the Wardens this far out, and everyone had to wonder what one was doing so far from his home. Hopefully nothing having to do with the creatures the Wardens were famous for fighting.

But far be it from the king and queen to deny a Grey Warden shelter. He was kept secluded, mostly. Only a few members of the castle staff kept an eye on him, and no matter how much the triplets tried to get a glimpse, they never managed. The castle was buzzing with gossip for over a week, as the exhausted Warden in the tower room rested and healed.

And then, on a relatively quiet day, once the weather had warmed, the Warden emerged. No one was quite sure how he got from his room to the castle's training yard without being noticed. He was just... suddenly there, loosing arrows at a target with deadly accuracy. Obviously, a visit to the king and queen had been first on his list, but since they were both away on some business or other, he contented himself with some exercise.

He feels like he's been in that Andraste-be-damned bed for way too long. ]
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[ The residents of Casa de Rikku will get a rather rude awakening this morning in the form of Cliffjumper's Haunter freaking the hell out. Yes, Cliffjumper has magically vanished from his usual spot next to Rikku while everyone else was dead asleep. The Ghost pokémon seemed to be the first one to notice as he drifted through the wall of the bedroom.

The sudden appearance of a big red car in the front yard has also got Tanta a little startled. ]

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