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victory_road2022-07-14 07:53 pm
dejabrewed) wrote in victory_road2022-07-14 07:53 pm
one more hisui catchall | spare him, arceus
Who: Sandalphon and you!
Where: Hisui
When: Throughout the event/July
Summary: tired angel is tired.
Rating: PG-13 at most, will note anything that comes up.
i. arrival/at camp
[ of course things had to be this way.
to ignore the fact that he felt lost without his morning coffee, he had a tea in hand as he made his way through the morning. hard, when tea barely gives the same energy that coffee does. at least he's managed to accustom himself to the local fashion, even if he missed his heels. it's weird, not having them after literal thousands of years of wearing them.at least now his true height is revealed.
even so, he tries to fill the void by training his rowlet, or keeping things tidy around the camp. because someone has to. ]
ii. coffee withdrawal
[ it's one thing to not have coffee. it was another thing to go through the withdrawal symptoms that he knew humans often went through. not only was it a difficult thing to deal with, it was an entirely new experience. it brings a whole new meaning to sandalphon's resting bitch face, as it was laced with more anger and irritation than it normally is. how does one handle such a painfully hard withdrawl?
by clearly trying to fill the void, of course.
he's either trying to enjoy some tea, trying to search for coffee trees in the obsidian fieldlands, or lying down on the ground, trying to concentrate on the clouds and failing. ]
iii. discovery in the fields (night)
[ the crimson mirelands was a place that sandalphon wanted to visit as soon as possible. lake valor was one of the natural beauties of this world-- even if he knew that the diamond clan was nearby, surely they wouldn't mind if he hung out there for the time being. he appreciated the calm that the lake brought him...
until he realized he had stayed out a little too late, and now the sun was setting. well. that's nice. he's sure he's missed dinner time, but that feels like a distant thought. the more pressing matters were to get back to base camp. however... ]
Where did my map go...?
iv. tend to the wounded (closed to corrin)
I'm fine, I promise... [ says the man who's clearly trying to hide a bruise on his arm. of course, he has the biggest grudge on the hippowdon that persisted in chasing him around and gave him the bruise in the first place. damn thing almost ran into the camp! once he gets his hands on-- ]
Ow. [ he moved his arm too fast. ]
Where: Hisui
When: Throughout the event/July
Summary: tired angel is tired.
Rating: PG-13 at most, will note anything that comes up.
i. arrival/at camp
[ of course things had to be this way.
to ignore the fact that he felt lost without his morning coffee, he had a tea in hand as he made his way through the morning. hard, when tea barely gives the same energy that coffee does. at least he's managed to accustom himself to the local fashion, even if he missed his heels. it's weird, not having them after literal thousands of years of wearing them.
even so, he tries to fill the void by training his rowlet, or keeping things tidy around the camp. because someone has to. ]
ii. coffee withdrawal
[ it's one thing to not have coffee. it was another thing to go through the withdrawal symptoms that he knew humans often went through. not only was it a difficult thing to deal with, it was an entirely new experience. it brings a whole new meaning to sandalphon's resting bitch face, as it was laced with more anger and irritation than it normally is. how does one handle such a painfully hard withdrawl?
by clearly trying to fill the void, of course.
he's either trying to enjoy some tea, trying to search for coffee trees in the obsidian fieldlands, or lying down on the ground, trying to concentrate on the clouds and failing. ]
iii. discovery in the fields (night)
[ the crimson mirelands was a place that sandalphon wanted to visit as soon as possible. lake valor was one of the natural beauties of this world-- even if he knew that the diamond clan was nearby, surely they wouldn't mind if he hung out there for the time being. he appreciated the calm that the lake brought him...
until he realized he had stayed out a little too late, and now the sun was setting. well. that's nice. he's sure he's missed dinner time, but that feels like a distant thought. the more pressing matters were to get back to base camp. however... ]
Where did my map go...?
iv. tend to the wounded (closed to corrin)
I'm fine, I promise... [ says the man who's clearly trying to hide a bruise on his arm. of course, he has the biggest grudge on the hippowdon that persisted in chasing him around and gave him the bruise in the first place. damn thing almost ran into the camp! once he gets his hands on-- ]
Ow. [ he moved his arm too fast. ]
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Well, Shrike will still keep an eye out anyway, just in case!
"Is there anything else?"
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He might as well admit it. Not many have actually paid attention to someone like Sandalphon.
He just lies his head back onto the ground. Life was hard, existing without coffee.
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"Okay..." He's a little disappointed there's apparently nothing he can do. But even so: "You're welcome."
There might be just a hint of a pleased feeling at being thanked in his tone.