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ximilialog2022-04-19 01:30 pm
coordination) wrote in ximilialog2022-04-19 01:30 pm
sticks my loggy out [OPEN]
CHARACTERS: Yzak and you!
LOCATION: All over the place
DATE: Also all over the place
CONTENT: See above
WARNINGS: Will add if any!
Prompt #01
[ Standing on the teleportation platform, scuffed and dirty from the mayhem earlier and still clad in his Sedorum armor - only sans the wings, now - Yzak watches as he feels the orb pull away from his fingertips and float through the doors of the North Wing. As if the orb itself was giving him his energy, he feels his shoulders slump in the moments after that, adrenaline finally beginning to melt away from him and being replaced with a dull ache in his muscles to remind him of how much just happened.
But it's the sort of ache Yzak would vastly prefer over the sort he had after returning from the last mission. The sort that feels worth the struggle because the result wasn't something that gripped and twisted at his heart with sharp, thorny vines, making him feel ultimately helpless; something that someone with his sort of ego can so very easily feel.
There's a lot to think about. Very important things that came out during that final battle. And they're already on his mind, with the way his brow furrows, the way he looks down at himself and idly wipes at some of the blood on his armor. But louder than those thoughts is what Entr'i said to him in parting repeating in his mind.
... but also, I hope, a friend.
That, and his attention is drawn to the sounds and voices around him as the others collect themselves, some heading to the infirmary, some simply stepping back to catch their breath. Yzak realizes that he can think about those other things shortly, even speak about them to the others, but for now he should see how everybody is doing.
And maybe sit down somewhere, eventually. ]
Prompt #02
[ Because we'll never not have a moment where the Gundam character is staring meaningfully out into space.
Here Yzak is again shortly (anywhere from a couple to a few days) after their return, cleaned up and rested in one of the curved hallways connecting the wings of the station. His hands lean against the sill of the window as he gazes out into that mostly-dark-and-empty space outside, as if staring long enough will make those faint, distant little lights seem closer. ]
"I need the amulets to return home," huh...
[ He mutters to himself thoughtfully. Now that things have properly calmed down, that he's made sure his friends and allies are doing well, it's time to focus again. And allow himself to go over in his mind everything that just recently transpired. ]
Prompt #03
[ Back to it, ever moving and always keeping himself busy, Yzak falls back into his usual routine, so is always catchable around the station. If anybody comes to visit him in [A. his room] (he'll let anybody in if they knock), they'll find him sitting on his bed next to his opened violin case, the violin proper set gently in his lap. In one hand he holds a small, beaded charm of a simple design, mainly silver in color but splashed with vibrant blues and reds, and he's currently considering the merits of attaching it to the end of the instrument. He's pretty deeply focused on this, as if it is an extremely important decision he's making. Of course, everything else in his room is on display as always.
He [B. trains] in the training room to keeps himself in shape, working on his marksmanship and bladework, he appears in [C. the kitchen] to make something for himself or perhaps to brew some tea (or coffee, in the mornings), he can be found in the [D. common area] reading, or perhaps setting up a game of chess if anybody agrees to play with him. He's also taking a moment closer to after their return to the station to peek into the [E. the living area], specifically the room of where one Athrun Zala was residing prior to their last mission. The room is now empty. And upon stepping back out of it, Yzak turns and angrily kicks the door after it shuts behind him. ]
Wildcard & OOC
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LOCATION: All over the place
DATE: Also all over the place
CONTENT: See above
WARNINGS: Will add if any!
Prompt #01
[ Standing on the teleportation platform, scuffed and dirty from the mayhem earlier and still clad in his Sedorum armor - only sans the wings, now - Yzak watches as he feels the orb pull away from his fingertips and float through the doors of the North Wing. As if the orb itself was giving him his energy, he feels his shoulders slump in the moments after that, adrenaline finally beginning to melt away from him and being replaced with a dull ache in his muscles to remind him of how much just happened.
But it's the sort of ache Yzak would vastly prefer over the sort he had after returning from the last mission. The sort that feels worth the struggle because the result wasn't something that gripped and twisted at his heart with sharp, thorny vines, making him feel ultimately helpless; something that someone with his sort of ego can so very easily feel.
There's a lot to think about. Very important things that came out during that final battle. And they're already on his mind, with the way his brow furrows, the way he looks down at himself and idly wipes at some of the blood on his armor. But louder than those thoughts is what Entr'i said to him in parting repeating in his mind.
... but also, I hope, a friend.
That, and his attention is drawn to the sounds and voices around him as the others collect themselves, some heading to the infirmary, some simply stepping back to catch their breath. Yzak realizes that he can think about those other things shortly, even speak about them to the others, but for now he should see how everybody is doing.
And maybe sit down somewhere, eventually. ]
Prompt #02
[ Because we'll never not have a moment where the Gundam character is staring meaningfully out into space.
Here Yzak is again shortly (anywhere from a couple to a few days) after their return, cleaned up and rested in one of the curved hallways connecting the wings of the station. His hands lean against the sill of the window as he gazes out into that mostly-dark-and-empty space outside, as if staring long enough will make those faint, distant little lights seem closer. ]
"I need the amulets to return home," huh...
[ He mutters to himself thoughtfully. Now that things have properly calmed down, that he's made sure his friends and allies are doing well, it's time to focus again. And allow himself to go over in his mind everything that just recently transpired. ]
Prompt #03
[ Back to it, ever moving and always keeping himself busy, Yzak falls back into his usual routine, so is always catchable around the station. If anybody comes to visit him in [A. his room] (he'll let anybody in if they knock), they'll find him sitting on his bed next to his opened violin case, the violin proper set gently in his lap. In one hand he holds a small, beaded charm of a simple design, mainly silver in color but splashed with vibrant blues and reds, and he's currently considering the merits of attaching it to the end of the instrument. He's pretty deeply focused on this, as if it is an extremely important decision he's making. Of course, everything else in his room is on display as always.
He [B. trains] in the training room to keeps himself in shape, working on his marksmanship and bladework, he appears in [C. the kitchen] to make something for himself or perhaps to brew some tea (or coffee, in the mornings), he can be found in the [D. common area] reading, or perhaps setting up a game of chess if anybody agrees to play with him. He's also taking a moment closer to after their return to the station to peek into the [E. the living area], specifically the room of where one Athrun Zala was residing prior to their last mission. The room is now empty. And upon stepping back out of it, Yzak turns and angrily kicks the door after it shuts behind him. ]
Wildcard & OOC
Wildcards are 100% chill and ENCOURAGED if nothing in the prompts stick out of if you had an idea. Contact me at
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[ He makes a face and looks around, as if concerned that Viveca might be listening. She could be, for all he knows. Then he meets Yzak's eyes. ]
I've seen firsthand the amount of destruction powerful artifacts like the orbs can cause. Nothing good ever comes from them.
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Our missions to retrieve the orbs have likewise shown us that. The things they're capable of causing.
So despite much of the uncertainty from many about whether or not we should, I'm glad we are at least retrieving them.
As to what happens after we find them all, and after our reasons for being here are fulfilled, remains to be seen. They want to keep them sealed away, but the question after that would be, if they don't wish to destroy them, what is it they plan to do? Unless they simply don't know how to destroy them.
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Perhaps they were split for a good reason. Once the orbs are all reunited, their combined power might be too much to handle, even for the captain. We need to consider and plan for that, but they leave us out of the loop more often than not.
[ It seems that it happened a long time ago, given how old some of these orbs seem to be. Maybe there's no one left from that time to remember or to explain the 'why' and 'how' about the orbs. The most frustrating thing about all this is having to put their trust in the captain and Viveca's good intentions, not knowing if they have their own personal agenda. ]
Some time ago, I asked Viv how an orb could be destroyed. She said she had an idea of how it could be done, but everyone would have to be in agreement to even attempt it. [ Peter crosses his arms in front of his chest. ] It goes without saying that such a thing is unlikely to happen.