phantasmalrift | one day the light of love, though it may seem far away

one day the light of love, though it may seem far away

Who: Grandpa Sleepy and you!
What: Izunia has some projects catchall!
When: Late march and a couple days into April
Where: vvvvvarious
Warnings: None YET

March 28-April 3, daylight; space between the station and the lighthouse

[Sticking out in his black coat against the outline of the roof, here's Izunia -

And then he suddenly isn't, with an impressive throw of a greatsword that's nearly his own height spinning through the air. It embeds in the ground, kicking up sand, and he follows in a flash of blue before it vanishes. And then again, straight up into the air - and back down with an explosion of sand.

Or perhaps you catch him with a series of... cards? floating in an array around him, before he suddenly sets one to spinning and conjures a burst of water or ice from the ground. Or, rapier in hand, setting fire to the blade in a... mostly controlled manner. Ignore the singed grass.

Either way, it's clear that he's practicing - putting his abilities on full display for probably the first time, aside from that fateful seagull fight. And perhaps a sparring buddy wouldn't be out of the question...?]

April 4th, east laundry, afternoon

[Well, it's not a total mess. But a keen eye will spot Izunia at one of the sinks - for once, sans scarf. In fact, sans shirt entirely. The reason why is clear in what he's bent over - a bit of dark metallic blue dye and a teeshirt that used to be entirely white. Clearly, he didn't want to risk the rest of his clothes getting stained.

And, well, he was right to be worried, considering that there's a streak of the blue dye running up his forearm to the elbow from where he mistakenly leaned it against the edge of the sink as he works. Also, there's that tattoo on his chest - a flock of crows, indeed, an entire murder, flying away from a series of cracks directly over his heart.]

I suppose I should have done a test run, first...

April 4-5th, late evening/early night

[And once the shirt is finished and hung up to dry securely in his room (and a towel streaked with the dye that mostly came off his arm), Izunia settles himself back in the kitchen again. There's the smell of something in the oven - cheese? garlic? - and while he waits for it to finish, he sets with a notebook at one of the bench-style tables. There's an array of sketches (mostly, now, people around the station), a deck of what seems to be metal playing cards, an empty fountain pen, and directly in front of him, a journal written in neat handwriting...

...Completely in what someone from Earth would recognize as Latin. And unlike the majority of writing around the station, this doesn't seem to want to translate if you sneak a peek.

Good luck sneaking up on Izunia, though, because chances are he hears you and closes the notebook when you approach. There's that usual smile in place, but it seems a bit emptier than usual.]

Good evening.

And also the usual places at the usual times

[If those projects don't interest you, perhaps you've caught him somewhere having a nap, or out on the viewing deck some sunrise or sunset? Strange as he is, even he has a routine.]

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[ Noct sleeps late, so he's up late. He's also incredibly hungry, and the smell of whatever's cooking has his stomach growling. It's not Ignis's cooking, but it smells damn good, and Noctis pokes his head in to see-- ]

Oh. Hey.

Oh my. What did you do?

[Hey, fun fact! Prompto doesn't sleep well when Noctis isn't there. Shh, don't tell. Anyway, it's not actually so late it's weird to see him up and about, and when he smells food that hasn't been ruined by our local teens...]

Ohhhh, man, what is that? Is there enough to share? Can I have some if there isn't enough?

[Prompto sprawls out face-down on the bench on the other side of the table and kicks his legs idly, hungry and tired but mostly hungry. He's twenty.]

[Honestly, Jetshard's been sleeping a bit better the last few weeks than she had when she first arrived - she'd never wanted to do a self-study on topical sopor withdrawal, but she's adjusting faster than she had expected to - but there's still days when she wakes up, heart racing, four or five times in the middle of the day. And sometimes she gives up on sleep and tries to find something productive to do rather than lying on her bed and listening to the Martinet thud intermittantly against the inside of its cabinet.

Which is why she's showing up in the laundry room in the middle of the afternoon, probably.]

Evening, Izunia.

[Pleasantries (?) aside, she's just going to go and eject the contents of a captchalogue card directly into a washing machine.]

[ It's late enough that Violet doesn't expect there to be anyone else in the kitchen -- which makes it the perfect time for her to continue her attempts at being able to actually feed herself. It's much easier if no one's around, especially since it means she doesn't have to go through the fuss of taking her food back to her room, provided she's actually made anything edible.

This plan is scuppered somewhat by the fact that a) Izunia is there and b) he's already cooking something. Huh.

She doesn't mean to sneak, but it's an occupational hazard of being a tiny anime girl and when her presence is noticed, she gives him a polite little nod. ]

Good evening. [ then she tilts her head. ] Are you writing a letter?

[It would seem that Izunia's show attracted an audience, for after he pulls off a particularly flashy trick, the sound of applause rings out across the grassy area. Should he seek out its source, he'll find Wren seated atop Catria's back a moderate distance away, though the hooves of the winged steed for once remain planted firmly on the ground.

There's nothing in her expression — a bright smile — or the rhythm of the claps to suggest that she's anything but sincerely impressed.]

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[Astolfo suppresses a laugh at the mess, coming up behind Izunia.]

Going for a new look?

[In his arms he has a bundle of civilian clothes. After wearing them for long enough to get them dirty, he's been putting off washing them since.]

[Well. He's caught hints and fragments of Izunia's abilities outside the seagull fight, but this is definitely far more than a hint. It's intriguing, the scope of the abilities he possesses.

It's not as much of a rarity to him anymore; he's dating two Wildcards and his own talents have been...forcibly expanded, after all. But it's still got a fair way to go before it becomes uninteresting.

Even without that, he's been fighting too many creatures of limited creativity and capacity. They don't stretch him and the combat is unsatisfying.

Kurama drops off the edge of the roof casually, his flight kicking in only feet above the sand to settle him with a soft landing. One hand lifts to pull a rose out of his hair and transform it to his whip.]

Is there any special etiquette for asking royalty to dance?

[Cori blinks a few times when Izunia disappears and reappears like that. The last person she knew with teleporting abilities was Peter...and Missingno, possessing his body. Still, despite the slight tinge of nervous memory that brings up, she still has an impressed smile on her face.]

Wow, you can teleport like that? I've never seen someone using that method before...

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april 5, early night

Laundry

Also April 5th, early night

4th, Afternoon

food !!