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Entry tags:
- !arc 1 end plot,
- !event,
- alastair stara,
- alisa bosconovitch,
- annie cresta,
- arthur pendragon,
- daenerys targaryen,
- data!roxas,
- derek hale,
- euridice taverna,
- eyes rutherford,
- fayt leingod,
- finnick odair,
- hanako ikezawa,
- hibiki,
- himari takakura,
- hope estheim,
- jackson whittemore,
- james (prince charming),
- jasmine,
- jo harvelle,
- kaz,
- lancelot,
- lea,
- malik al-sayf,
- mariko shinobu,
- matsuri kudo,
- mithian,
- morgana pendragon,
- naminé,
- regina berry,
- richard castle,
- roxas,
- sam evans,
- sam winchester,
- samantha grey,
- simon tam,
- sophie,
- sora,
- souji seta,
- spencer reid,
- the eleventh doctor,
- uther pendragon,
- ventus
END OF ARC 1: DAY 169-170 DOWNTIME
[The first battle is over, but the second will begin any time. For two days, the enemy forces will remain on the other side of the battlefield, working on strategy and tending to their wounded. Both sides have taken heavy losses, and the Arena is full of the hurt and dying.
The battlefield itself has turned to a bloody, muddy mess. The elves will be asking the Army Engineers group and anyone else willing to help them lay timber and gravel out to make the ground easier to walk on for the next battle.
What will you do in your breathing space? Keep working, mourn your losses, or retreat from the horrors of war?]
[ooc note: This log takes place IC on Days 169-170/Nov 4-7. Please be sure you've read the plot post and the battle log's starting info thoroughly. Make absolutely sure that you include the day/rough time in the subject line of top-level comments, as well as if your thread is open or closed.
In addition to the battle log, there is a full-event log for those hiding out in Folkvang here. If you have any questions, please direct them to the mod post so everyone else can see them!]
The battlefield itself has turned to a bloody, muddy mess. The elves will be asking the Army Engineers group and anyone else willing to help them lay timber and gravel out to make the ground easier to walk on for the next battle.
What will you do in your breathing space? Keep working, mourn your losses, or retreat from the horrors of war?]
[ooc note: This log takes place IC on Days 169-170/Nov 4-7. Please be sure you've read the plot post and the battle log's starting info thoroughly. Make absolutely sure that you include the day/rough time in the subject line of top-level comments, as well as if your thread is open or closed.
In addition to the battle log, there is a full-event log for those hiding out in Folkvang here. If you have any questions, please direct them to the mod post so everyone else can see them!]
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Sure, okay. I can't deny a beautiful woman a request.
[He sits back down as he leans back pulling off his shirt. He's not ashamed of his body after all, he wasn't known as one of the most desirable and handsome men in Panem for nothing.]
Better?
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[ daenerys says with a quirk of her mouth, eyes not missing the readiness in his body when she touched him. he was an edgy one despite his pretty speech. if daenerys were still a young girl she might have blushed prettily at the open body of a man. yet she was no longer such an age at heart, and did little in reply.
instead she frowns, as she is not the most skilled of healers, regrettably she knows little of being a maester, but doing nothing is hardly an option. dany observes the wound. ]
I know less than others.
[ it's an honest confession as she presses her fingers close to the wound, fingers bright with healing magic. it's still bizarre to her, having magic like that of maegi. she isn't sure how she feels about it. ]
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[He needed to find Annie, and the faster she healed him, the better he'd feel and the less people would stop him to ask if he was okay. However the other was genuinely concerned and he leaned down to take a better look at her.]
What's your name?