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xavier_institute_logs2015-08-03 12:57 am
rhiaofdruma) wrote in xavier_institute_logs2015-08-03 12:57 am
For those not yet sick, andother OTA game of Rhiaball!
Who: Rhia and anyone out and about
What: Yet another game of Rhia ball
Where: Outside the mansion, but on the grounds
When: Early morning to mid-afternoon every day of August (Unless something comes up)
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
Rating: G
Rhia had no clue what was going on, that people were sick. She didn't follow the news, didn't use the cellphone thing she was given, and never went into the building... so... she had no clue. She was thinking about what Alric and Viti had said, though. But deep thoughts were for night time. Mornings were for fun. So She was swinging through tree banches, racing with the wind... and playing a whole lot of Rhiaball.
For those who have never seen her playing this game, it mostly consisted of Rhia - who looked like she was part tree herself with brown skin, brown hair, and green clothing made of leaves and vines - curled in a ball as the trees happily threw her from tree to tree in the canopy.
What: Yet another game of Rhia ball
Where: Outside the mansion, but on the grounds
When: Early morning to mid-afternoon every day of August (Unless something comes up)
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
Rating: G
Rhia had no clue what was going on, that people were sick. She didn't follow the news, didn't use the cellphone thing she was given, and never went into the building... so... she had no clue. She was thinking about what Alric and Viti had said, though. But deep thoughts were for night time. Mornings were for fun. So She was swinging through tree banches, racing with the wind... and playing a whole lot of Rhiaball.
For those who have never seen her playing this game, it mostly consisted of Rhia - who looked like she was part tree herself with brown skin, brown hair, and green clothing made of leaves and vines - curled in a ball as the trees happily threw her from tree to tree in the canopy.
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sorry, got caught up w/ the virus plot
It's fine, I fell behind with everything.
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"The stars? I... I don't stay outside that late."
Because it gets dark.
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Understatement of the year. She's terrified of the dark.
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Sandry sighed, and turned away slightly. She hadn't meant to raise her voice so much.
"Because, once upon a time, there was a little girl. She had a mother and a father who loved her and a nanny who took care of her. They traveled to all sorts of exciting places and the little girl loved every minute of it.
But one day, there was an earthquake, and the house the little girl lived in fell down all around her. Her parents were killed and the little girl was trapped by the rubble. Her nanny would slip her food and water through a hole in the ceiling, but could not get the little girl out.
Unfortunately, the nanny disappeared, killed as she searched for someone to save the little girl. No more food, no more water, and the batteries in the little girl's flashlight were dying. Soon, the darkness came.
When a rescue party finally found the little girl, the light hurt her eyes so badly that she screamed and had to be kept in a dimly light room days. But even though her eyes eventually healed, the dark continued to terrify her. Each night when she went to bed, she made sure to leave a lamp on next to her bed."
I always feel so bad for Sandry. And I wish I could app more characters here... >.>
"Once there was a small bird, a nestling. It lived with the other nestlings and the momma and poppa bird in the nest in the branches of a great tree. One day there was a terrible storm. The tree saved as much as it could, but the nest was dashed. The mother bird was lost in the storm. The father bird and most of the nestlings died. One nestling was eased by the tree to the ground."
"The baby bird on the ground was terrified and scared. He sheltered among the roots until the storm ended. When it dared to peer out it looked up to the branches, ad looked down and saw the remains of the nest on the ground. Never again, it decided, never again it would fly."
Soon it came across a squirrel that was poking around the shed branches for acorns and nuts. The squirrel and the bird became friends, and the squirrel helped the baby bird build a new nest, sheltered in the roots of the tree. They protected each other against cats and storms and all manner of dangers. The bird grew up, his feathers grew in, but still he would not fly."
"Whenever his friend the squirrel went up into the branches to find nuts and fruits for them to eat, or new nesting material, the young bird fretted and waited, watching his friend in the branches, always afraid when the wind blew. Afraid his friend would fall and die. Always he was relieved when his friend returned."
"Then one day, the squirrel was getting older and was having trouble reaching the best nuts. The spring had been too dry, the summer too hot, and there was little for the winter months. They would have small stores indeed. And the young bird, no longer little, fretted and watched his friend. And then he saw the rat."
"Rats don't often climb trees. But sometimes the bigger ones do. On the ground, the squirrel had no fear of rats, after all, the bird ate them as easily as he ate nuts and berries. But he was up in the highest branches and all alone. The squirrel tried to flee, but slipped on the branch. The squirrel held on with two small paws as the rat approached."
"The bird was terrified, but the fear for the friend was the biggest fear. If he had thought, maybe he would have stopped, maybe not. But he pushed off of the ground, and for the first time he flew. It was a rough flight. He bounced and bumped and misjudged a lot, but he hurried. He cried out to his friend. the squirrel did not question it or think, he trusted his friend and let go. The bird caught him up neatly in his talons. Then he flew higher yet and caught the rat in his other foot. He brought both to the ground. He freed his friend and started eating the rat, suddenly hungry."
"It wasn't until the bird was cleaning himself that he realized that he had flown, that he had left the ground. Alone it was terrifying, but with his friend... With his friend he could do it. And they spent time flying with the squirrel in the bird's loosely grasped talons."
"Sometimes... with a friend... scary things are less scary?" she asked softly, almost hopefully.
haha i really want to play tris as well, but can't have her AND sandry
We should do a PSL sometime!
that'd be fun! i'm following Mark Reads and he's on Will of the Empress now and omg the feels
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