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goneawayworld2021-01-29 07:56 pm
greyerrant) wrote in goneawayworld2021-01-29 07:56 pm
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The Lost and the damned
Who: Garviel and you!
What: Being sad, sparring, Eating, Gardening
Where: Rig Gardens, Top of the Rig, Cafeteria, Gym depending on prompt
When: Post Babadon't
Warnings/Notes: Will add if they become necessary
Prompt one: Garviel is eating in the Cafeteria. There are plenty of seats nearby as he consumes the best slop Jorgmund has seen fit to send his way as nutrients. He doesn't appear to be enjoying it, just scowling and it gamely. He is approachable enough, and seems ready to talk if someone were to approach.
Prompt two: Loken is doing sword forms in the Gym, 3 blades lying out and ready for use, his chainsword, which is exactly what you might think, an oversized sword with chainsaw blades which he cycles doing his practice, a Power sword, which is a large two-handed weapon with crackling energy pouring off it once activated, and a gladius force sword, which has intricate circuitry which doesn't do much as he continues close combat forms with it, a lot more punching, stabbing, and shorter cuts than the other two heavier blades.
Prompt three: Loken is breaking a sweat in the Gardens, planting a few columbine plants as he continues to dig and transfer them from pots, covered in sweat and with cut-down overalls that barely contain his too large to be human form as he labors mightily to create a little ephemeral beauty in a sad, ugly world.
Prompt four: Garvi is on the top of the rig at night, bundled up in his best attempt at clothes that fit him that are mostly just other people's stuff sewn together in a sort of cloak. He'd probably look a lot more badass in his actual war plate but Jorgmund has got that locked up, as usual. He stares off into the distance as the below-freezing cold hits him, sternly refusing to acknowledge the cold beyond his clothing. It's like a contest between him and the weather. Or maybe he's just dramatic and likes to stand outside at night on top of large buildings. He watches the Helipad and seems to be occasionally looking over the rig and taking note of -where- things are. Like he's planning an assault, or an Exfiltration.
What: Being sad, sparring, Eating, Gardening
Where: Rig Gardens, Top of the Rig, Cafeteria, Gym depending on prompt
When: Post Babadon't
Warnings/Notes: Will add if they become necessary
Prompt one: Garviel is eating in the Cafeteria. There are plenty of seats nearby as he consumes the best slop Jorgmund has seen fit to send his way as nutrients. He doesn't appear to be enjoying it, just scowling and it gamely. He is approachable enough, and seems ready to talk if someone were to approach.
Prompt two: Loken is doing sword forms in the Gym, 3 blades lying out and ready for use, his chainsword, which is exactly what you might think, an oversized sword with chainsaw blades which he cycles doing his practice, a Power sword, which is a large two-handed weapon with crackling energy pouring off it once activated, and a gladius force sword, which has intricate circuitry which doesn't do much as he continues close combat forms with it, a lot more punching, stabbing, and shorter cuts than the other two heavier blades.
Prompt three: Loken is breaking a sweat in the Gardens, planting a few columbine plants as he continues to dig and transfer them from pots, covered in sweat and with cut-down overalls that barely contain his too large to be human form as he labors mightily to create a little ephemeral beauty in a sad, ugly world.
Prompt four: Garvi is on the top of the rig at night, bundled up in his best attempt at clothes that fit him that are mostly just other people's stuff sewn together in a sort of cloak. He'd probably look a lot more badass in his actual war plate but Jorgmund has got that locked up, as usual. He stares off into the distance as the below-freezing cold hits him, sternly refusing to acknowledge the cold beyond his clothing. It's like a contest between him and the weather. Or maybe he's just dramatic and likes to stand outside at night on top of large buildings. He watches the Helipad and seems to be occasionally looking over the rig and taking note of -where- things are. Like he's planning an assault, or an Exfiltration.
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