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CONCRIT POST
As I haven't done one yet. Haseo, and Shinpachi. You know what to do.
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| [ Here's Haseo, walking around, bundled and somehow a little happy to get to where his light blue scarf again. He knows his brain has been getting off track lately, and somehow, it reminds him that he needs to get himself and everyone home.
For today, though, he's enjoying the cold in his insulated prison, heading through the middle of the village with a few bags in his arms. Hot foods, mostly stuff he can just add water to or throw into a pot. He feels bad, making Atoli cook all the time.
He may have a few other things tucked in there... maybe some things he picked up for Bo, Alkaid, Atoli, and yes, even something for Saku is in there. Of course, he's just doing this because it's winter.
He might be humming something to himself. Game music that popped back up into his head.
Feel free to bother him, or ask him why he's so tone deaf even when he hums. ] | |
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| Everyone's been talking about their 'anniversaries' in this place coming up. One year, two year... and I almost forgot, I'm in the same league as them. Four days, and I'll have been here two years. I went home, for a little while, but came right back when things settled.
About a week's time, more or less. It... was kind of like they were teasing me, throwing me back and just dragging me right back in, now that I think. I've been here since then.
Sheena brought up a good point to me, about how different things are now. Just two years, and the whole place changed. It was so small, and we were all so confused and scared, back then. What they did to us, most of it was a lot more cruel and dangerous. We didn't have guides. We didn't have a society. We were scattered strangers. We had to figure everything out the best we could, through trial and error, accidents, exploring.
Now, everything seems a lot more systematic. This place doesn't scare us as much as it did. We're prepared for the different situations, or, more prepared than we were. We've got things a lot more under control.
But... I wonder... was it maybe better, when we were terrified? Were we more motivated, back when we were in the dark about things? Did we have more drive, back then?
....
Nevermind, I'm not making sense again, am I?
( I started playing the World in November, too. It's weird. I'm nineteen now, too. I'll be twenty before I know it. I'm an adult, as far as things go, and I hardly realize that I am. This place... how long will I be here? ) | |
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| [ Oof! Haseo can be heard, as his journal topples over beside him, groaning quietly in pain. He's dizzy, and he's not fully conscious or aware of where he is. All he knows is that, OW, there's pain and he feels really heavy.
He's got the typical injuries of someone who's grappled throughout the entire kidnapping process, and right now, doesn't feel too keen on moving or talking or being awake. He's exhausted, to say the least, and the ground is soft enough, and cool, too. The wind is nice. He flutters his wings a bit in the breeze and lays his head on his arm, laying on his stomach, southwest of the village, near the edge of the forest. ] | |
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| [ There's a crash, some sounds of ruckus. The crash sounds like a table turning over and some plates shattering. The kitchen, obviously, is the source here. ]
Get the hell out! You're not taking her again, damn it! Get the fuck away! I'll ki--
{ THUNK! Another crash, but now, a heavy, muted one. The faint sounds of dragging... quiet... growing quieter.
What's happened should be pretty obvious. ] | |
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| [Filtered from Atoli]
I didn't really want to see her like this again. I didn't want her to be.. hanging off that bastard's words, even though he's no where to be seen.
He used her... but... then again, maybe, in that time, I did too. I only wanted her around for the tournaments, because I needed another person in my party. I guess, in a way, I wasn't really better than him.
But it's different, now. There's a lot more to it. I see her as something much more than that.
Seeing her like this, again, and hearing her, when I know the truth behind it all... I don't know. It's... it almost hurts to hear her like that. Because, with her like this again, everything is fake. I can't believe anything she says, and I can't believe any of her smiles.
There's something so fragile about her. I don't want her... to break again.
I don't know how to fix her, though. I don't know how to get her back to normal, again.
But I really want to...
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| [Our silver haired anti-hero is sitting outside of Community Building 4 on the ground, legs pulled to his chest with his face in his knees. The hood of his jacket is pulled up over his head. He's pretty quiet, but he's panting.
Between the incident with Atoli, Luke's amnesia, and now Alkaid's kidnapping... someone's feeling like a total failure. He's been running around all morning, in some vain attempt of saving Alkaid, even though he knows better.
Right now, he's just trying to catch his breath and keep himself together.] | |
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| To anyone who was concerned, Atoli's fine. But she's bed bound for now.
But, no visitors. Atoli's grounded, and this isn't up for negotiation.
Alkaid, consider this a warning. I was serious when I said it.
Why the hell do I have to start playing parent now? Damn it. There's something wrong with this picture.
I'm going to start recruiting again for Canard. I liked Raine's idea about the welcome center... thing... I think it'd keep things more organized. I didn't want to be leader again but... considering the situation of the former leader, I guess I have to be. I promised to keep it around and I guess I need to get my ass in gear about it. I'll start... jotting down some ideas or something, I guess, since I've got some time to spend at home, anyway. | |
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| Another messy week?
I'm gonna get an ulcer, at this rate. I've got a bad feeling about things... | |
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| [He's talking in a quiet, grumbling voice. No filter, and no effort to filter it.]
I'm done with this damn experiment.
Everyone just shut the hell up and leave me alone. I know I had to deal with this, eventually... but not this way.
[He slams the journal quite audibly. Maybe you'll get a response out of him eventually. Otherwise, he's going to be hiding out for a few days.] | |
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