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Entry tags:
- !arrival post,
- asoiaf: jon snow,
- dragon age: dorian pavus,
- heathers: veronica sawyer,
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- martian: mark watney,
- marvel: frank castle,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: sam wilson,
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- spn: jo harvelle,
- star trek: kira nerys,
- star wars: hux,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- tvd: kol mikaelson
July Arrivals
WHO: Arrivals
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
no subject
"Enough that I wouldn't want them to follow me through to this place but if they do, I'll find a way to deal with it. I'm not afraid."
no subject
"There is a chance that one of our enemies is the cause for this relocation. Whether that is the case or not, I have no fight with you." Not yet, at least. But anyone who did not recognize the names he had mentioned seemed unlikely to know him or the missions he had for the future of the galaxy. Jon was not his enemy until he gave Ren a reason to view him as one.
"If your enemies do happen to emerge, you will not have to face them alone." It wasn't a selfless offer. He expected the same from Jon. The man seemed to understand a code of some sorts, and Ren had no fear of fighting. The unknown was just a different kind of challenge.
"What weapons are you familiar with?" He didn't sense any other force users, but it was hard to tell just how much of his own use of the force had been limited by what was holding him back.
no subject
"I have some knowledge of knives and siege craft, too, but that's for a big battle. Up close, it's better to use fists and smaller weapons. Who cares if you have a trebuchet if someone's in your face? What about you? Sword, I assume?"