I feel like one must ask. For those who practice the sword in there spare time, what is the best way to learn? I did once have a teacher for a short while before they left and since then I've been practicing along with reading books now and again, but I feel like that just isn't enough.

Action: Fayren - Woods edge
[Belle had been lugging around various training dummies to practice with. In all her training it had been the one thing she had yet to do. She paused as she took a step back, looking at what she had done so far and watched the lifeless dummies simply flop over.]

This won't do. I feel like if they moved it would prove more beneficial, but how to do that is another matter.

[For now she simply pushes them to the side and puts them up against a tree. It would have to do for now anyway.]

Action: Genessia Library
[When she wasn't training Belle was at work and during one day at work, she was found to be lugging what appeared to be a giant axe. It was heavy she she knew this considering where she got it from, but she had wanted to see if there was anything about the thing in any of the books. But it was sure taking a while to do such a thing.]

A. Video

[ When the video clicks on it shows Adela in the shade of a tree, sitting on the ground with her wheelchair parked nearby. She seems agitated for some reason, though said reason does become clear soon enough. ]

May I ask of you what you all do to keep active, and if it can be done from a chair or not?

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B. Action, Garden Park, Genessia City

[ She puts the communicator away with a sigh, waiting for responses but also just watching people around her. Honestly, it's frustrating. Not that there isn't plenty to do with her work and with the friends she has, but there's still too much she can no longer do that she just wants to.

She's leaning against the tree she's chosen as her rest spot then, looking up at the leaves rustling in the slight breeze and waiting for responses. Of course, someone approaching will get her attention and she'll look to them if they do, but for the most part she kind of wants to be left alone. ]

[ his broadcast is the result of unintentional button mashing, his face appearing both upside down and too close to the screen when it's first flipped on. then he's lurching away and dropping the device into the grass at his feet, startled by the screen when it lit up. it gives the network a good, unobstructed view of a man in clothing that clearly belongs to another century. heavy fabrics and leathers with ornate patterns stitched and engraved into them, the hilt of a sword with a bright red scarf dangling from the end, and the curved tooth of a pendant dangling from a thin chord around his neck.

it takes a moment for him to step back up to the device, curiosity overriding fear as he kneels next to wear it has fallen. now his image is sideways and remains that way until he reaches down — hesitantly — to grab it, successfully turning his image upright. ]

What is this? [ he holds it up, above his head, as if illuminating the translucent surface with the sun's rays will offer a better explanation. a thick, distinctly italian accent clings to his voice when he speaks. ] Why— I don't understand. What purpose does this serve?

[ marco gives it a good shake in a poor attempt at jostling answers free. had he not ran from the sudden appearance of weiss schnee's hologram or taken a moment to read over the pamphlet he stuffed into his belt, he'd have a better idea of what this was, nevermind how he came to be in this strange, foreign land. alas, he's currently engaged in a losing battle with a smartphone, and if someone doesn't intervene soon, it runs the risk of becoming forever lost to the shallow depths of garden park's duck pond. ]

VIDEO

[A happy smile flickers on the screen as Airy starts the video feed. Her long curly hair is shining gold in the sun and it looks like she's outside somewhere. She's wearing a cute pink outfit that screams summer time shenanigans. Whatever she's doing it looks like she’s having fun and trying very hard not to laugh.]

Hi everyone! I’m having a bake sale! I'll be outside of the Genessia Library. I’ve been baking all night and I promise it’s going to be delicious.

Why am I have a bake sale? Easy! This will fund Strider Productions! [She moves the camera to show off a pin at her hip. Yes, she has more and will be handing them out.] I'm going to be helping with his next production about sea bunnies! So come and support us okay?

ACTION

[For anyone who missed Airy’s overly peppy announcement they’ll find signs all over Genessia which advertise her bake sale and have a convenient arrow pointing in its direction.

Standing in front of the Genessia Library is a fairly simple bake sale set up. Airy has all the standards: rice crispy treats, cookies, cookies designed like burgers, mini apple pies, cupcakes, cupcakes, cupcakes and more cupcakes. She’d been baking all night and into the early morning. As the day dwindles she’ll begin to look more and more tired and be ingesting more and more coffee.

No matter the time of day she'll greet those walking up with a smile.]

Bake sale! Step right up for sugary sweet bliss~

( Closed Note )

[Adjusting the camera for a brief moment. With everything that had been happening Fai at least figured he should say something. Leaning back in his seat, hands lightly placed in front of him, he was keep rather calm.]

With what has happened I've noticed peoples reactions and it just makes me want to say something. For those who want to go after the person whose caused someone you know or loved to be seriously hurt or killed. Please don't. At least not by yourself or right now.

[He glanced to the side, he knew odds were highly likely he might get people yelling at him for saying such a thing, but he had his reasons.]

I say this with an understanding that odds are he could probably overpower most of us and the possibility of being killed is probably quite high and I just don't want anyone to do something stupid.

[He frowned slightly.] I'm not saying it's never going to happen but someone like him... We need to figure him out and plan from there and that will take some time. The best you can do is just keep an eye out and take note and inform either the Guardians whoever they will be next term or thier Deputy Guardians.

That's all I really had to say. I just don't want anyone else getting hurt.

( Closed to bounty peeps )


OPEN TO ALL | Everglade or Genessia | Action

[Hindsight is an amazing thing.

In hindsight, his idea had been a stupid one. Yes, it worked but it came at a cost. The poison running through his system is meant to kill most victims, Toby is lucky because he isn’t most victims. His body is slowly repelling the poison but it’s coming at a cost. He’s beginning to feel feverish though he’s stubbornly pushing past the achy feeling in his joints.

He just needs to find a place to sleep: rest, reboot and he’ll be fine.

Anyone who comes across him will hear a steady stream of curse words whispered under his breath. He isn’t looking to go home and get yelled at so he might find a place to sleep in an alleyway or wherever looks comfortable.]

[ooc: feel free to find him wherever between Genessia and Everglade.]


Closed to Cas: Backdated slightly.

[He is an idiot. This is a fact that he’s very aware of though he’s never made strides to fix it. School has never been his strong suit and even now he got dreary at the idea of reading a book. His idiocy doesn’t excuse his behavior the night before.

Toby doesn’t know how to say sorry. He isn’t the sort of person who talks a lot and when he does speak he feels as if his words don’t carry the weight that others do. He foregoes the awkward stumbling over words and decides to do something that he knows, something he’s very familiar with.

He’s standing in the kitchen with a few things set up on the counter. He works as if he’s lived in a kitchen his whole life, frying potatoes and chopping up vegetables and meats. Anyone watching him might comment that it doesn’t look like Toby at all. There is a slight up curl to his lips, not his usual smirk but a smile as he works. Alluring smells begin to drift through the kitchen and he hopes that is enough to call his roommate from her hiding place.]

Video

[When Levy flicks on the video she looks sad but determined.]

I know that there are some who've been here for a very long time and just as many who have stayed have also left. I don't want to forget them so I thought we could create a memorial of some kind.

I don't know if there is something like this already set up. If there is please let me know.

[She smiles slightly as she continues.]

I've also been teaching myself how to make stronger shields. I don't know how many I can have up at once but It's something I can do to help so I'd like to try.

[Levy flashes a smile before flicking off the screen.]

Action

[After learning about the park and the memorial from Nagisa Levy begins to prepare. She gathers a few things, slipping them all into a bag and then heads towards her destination. If anyone were to see her they'd notice her walking quickly, her focus set on her destination and little else.

When she arrives she begins to place paper ornate cranes on the different names. When she runs out of the paper birds she takes a seat and pulls out white squares of paper, each one with a different pattern painted on them, and begins to make some more. She plans to make one for everyone though it might take sometime.]

Wildcard: Action

[ooc: As always you're welcome to run into Levy on her way home, at the Library, in Fayren & at the bookshop. She's thinking about opening another bookshop in Everglade so she'll be around there too.]

Action; Anywhere in Genessia City

[It didn't take long for the intelligent Drow to figure out the functions of the communications crystal. It was a strange bit of magic, to be sure, but magic he was accustomed to. The instructions provided were simple to follow as well, and he slid the device into his pack as he cautiously left the Bay, pulling from it instead, a small, onyx figurine of a panther. He placed it on the ground, and whispered to it.]

Gwenwhyvar, come to be my friend.

[Shadows whirled and materialized from the statuette, and in its place stood a 600 pound panther. Her gleaming yellow eyes were attentive and all her muscled tense at the alien surroundings. The drow placed a comforting hand on her head.]

Peace, my friend. I know not this new world, either, but I sense no dangers. Come. We will explore this place together.

[And off the drow and panther padded into the strange city they found themselves in.]

Audio;

[When a voice is first capture, heavily accented with emphasis on strange syllables, the voice seems to be addressing himself, or something else rather than the communicator.]

Ah! I believe I've got it. Now, then. I believe it's time we meet our neighbors.

[And a victorious smile can be heard in the voice.]

Greetings...Genessia. [He hopes that is a proper greeting for the others it's been heavily suggested reside here.] I am Drizzt Do'Urden. I mean you no harm. I only wish to learn about this new place, and those with whom I am now residing.