3rd Mikan [Voice / Possible Action]

[mikandelinquent]

So, the moon is closing in... and it doesn't show any signs of stopping. Is that right?

[Her voice is particularly level. In fact, casual, save for that edge of defiance in it, and crosses her arms with a pause. She's looking up, right up at the thing.]

What an ugly mug. The malnosso plan on letting us die? I doubt they're that stupid. We're too valuable to them, for them to let us all get crushed into death penalities. After all, they have wars they want us to fight. Missions, assignments, or whatever the hell they want to call them.

... That said... If you guys manage, get away from the village. Especially the kids. There are young people here who are worth getting out of harm's way if it's possible... I suggest getting them masks that stop their panic. There are a shitload of 'em around to grab, so if you find one fitting, at least do that much. If you're afraid, get one for yourself. And keep surviving, if you can. Flee out of this place, if it's possible.

[Another pause, as smoke billows from her cigarette and mouth. She's resting on the edge of the fountain, seemingly relaxed.]

Me? I'll... be staying right here... Call it a foolish trait. But it's not something I'm letting get taken from me, not any time soon.

[flicks her cigarette, eyes locked on the sky.]

I'm not afraid.

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[Voice]

[mistlegacy]

[That brings out a smile in Rydia for the first time that day, despite her pounding headache produced by the power flux.]

Good for you. Really. It helps to see some level-headed people around here, in the midst of all the chaos.

Re: [Voice]

[mikandelinquent]

Thanks. Though I'm not sure it's level-headedness as much as stubbornness, half the time; everyone has a right to panic, but for some reason, I just can't much bring myself to do it.

[Maybe it's because she's already dead, and the prospect of dying again doesn't scare her.]

[Voice]

[mistlegacy]

Panicking won't do any good as it is, understandable as it may be.

I'm staying, too. I don't think it's going to matter where we are, and I'd rather be home than sitting in a tunnel.

Re: [Voice]

[mikandelinquent]

Mm, I agree. I'm glad that everyone's doing their best and moving away from danger if it's possible. But I'll keep an eye on the village while they're away for 'em.

The name's Bellemere, by the way.

[Voice]

[mistlegacy]

I'm Rydia. It's nice to meet you, Bellemere, even under such circumstances as these.

A-action?

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[The samurai is within earshot, but he does not make his presence known with a greeting, or by offering a few words in protest. For all the strange feelings that churn inside him, somewhat unexpectedly, for a woman he does not know well, he is suddenly aware that there is nothing he could say to get her to reconsider, as much as he would like to - he could hear that in her tone. He could hear the readiness to accept death, if it was inevitable.

In this moment, he sees himself in her, and can only honour her firm statements, her selflessness with silence... and perhaps a smile ghosting his lips just long enough for her to notice, if she were to look away from her journal and see him.

He too will not be seeking shelter with the others. He has his reasons, just as she must have her own.]

Action!!!

[mikandelinquent]

[When she looks up and sees that familiar face, a grin crosses her lips; she's not worried about herself, not in the least. And it's probably obvious in the way she crosses her leg, even when the earth trembles every so often from the affects of the moon.]

Ever find that waterfall, handsome?

[Teasingly, and the tone is light. But she gets that returned look he offered.]

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[Goemon pauses a beat, in part because he had been hoping she wouldn't address him that way rather than calling him by name. He thinks to correct her, but doesn't. Her attempt at levity - that is how he interprets it now, at least - is not exactly unappreciated; he mutely acknowledges her knowing look with another of his own before clearing his throat and answering.]

Mn. [It's not much of one, but do we know Goemon to be frequently verbose? There is often no need to be.]

[mikandelinquent]

Mn? [She's grinning and playful. Not much like someone who's scared of a moon, but hey, she's learned over time fear is easy to control. Scary things like this... it's all straightforward, how she intended to ever respond.]

You're not going to spend the last day out in the wilderness, then? I imagine it's a little more relaxing than the village right now, anyway.

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[Tilting his head skyward, he briefly closes his eyes in thought.]

There are trees in the woods that rise above the level of the rooftops in this village. I will be going there soon; there is something I must do.

[can I get some of that possible action?]

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

[Hi we met right

If Bellemere's stepping back in the house anytime soon, Brook will be camping out on the couch, still under the weather thanks to his run in with Law and the Mask of the Red Death on the 26th.]

Ah... it's so dull and dreary just sitting around like this...

[Just talking to open air here, don't mind him.]

[Sure can! ACTION POWER!!]

[mikandelinquent]

[She steps around the couch to sit down next to him, a beer in her hand. She was a little... concerned, about running into the skeleton, but strangely enough, he seems pretty damn mellow compared to the other things in Luceti that could scare her out of her skin.

Brook's not one of 'em. ~___~]

A possible end of the village and you're stranded sick on the couch. You have my condolences.

...

How are you sick if you're just bones, anyway?

[ACTION POWERS ACTIVAAAAATE]

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

Sick?

[Sick and it's possibly the end of the world? What. No. He can't stand for that. Well actually - just the opposite! He should stand for that, and try a little harder to cheer people up in these hard times. So he'll do that now, very suddenly!]

Sick, you say! Perish the thought! I'm hardly ill at all.

[Just. Very nauseated. Standing up that fast was probably a bad idea, oops. Excuse his lunge for the bowl by the other side of the couch. >>]

[ACTION]

[mikandelinquent]

.....


What were you saying, about not being ill?

[Siiigh. You strawhats aren't good at handling your sick days.]

[ACTION]

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

[Can't talk, busy retching. T_T]

[voice]

[justicereigns]

You-want-help-protecting-anything-while-you-stay?

[Thanks to a certain bunny hood, Smoker basically sounds like he's on Speed. You know, for Smoker.]

Re: [voice]

[mikandelinquent]

....

Might want to put that down on paper, Captain.

[Written]

[justicereigns]

Sorry. Rabbit hood.

Would you like any help while you stay?

Re: [Written]

[mikandelinquent]

Aah. Damn things.

Don't concern yourself; I'm all set for this day to end. Got a few bottles of something good to drink, a weird sky to stare at, the usual sort of thing for an apocalyptic moon.

[Written]

[justicereigns]

Indeed.

Company then?

[voice]

[mirrorblade.livejournal.com]

That's really brave of you. [There are people panicking, and those who are probably in denial, but... not this woman. It was kind of refreshing.] I think these are things a lot of people need to hear right now.

Re: [voice]

[mikandelinquent]

Personally, I think so, too. But I know it can be hard to keep yourself focused during situations like these. [And she's had a little practice at being chill in the middle of awful situations, too.]

[voice]

[mirrorblade.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's not easy for everyone. I think things will be okay, though.

Re: [voice]

[mikandelinquent]

They will be. Either we'll all end up dead, or we'll get shaken, dust ourselves off, and do our best to get back to normal. Not that something like that is always easy, but... better than throwing in the towel, right?

[Besides, no one's been able to destroy that moon yet. She has her doubts.]

[voice]

[mirrorblade.livejournal.com]

You're right. No matter what happens, I don't think anyone's going to just give up when it's over.