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lucetilogs2012-01-11 04:44 am
bravelad) wrote in lucetilogs2012-01-11 04:44 am
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Who: Wellard (bravelad) and Starscream (deceives), guest appearances to be added as they roll out.
What: Welcome to Luceti?
Where: Forest, naturally. Will venture to other areas.
When: January 11
Summary: Wellard has no idea where he is or what's happening. Isn't he lucky there's a giant robot around to lend a hand? :|
Rating: No way it's getting above a T.
[ To say that Wellard has no idea what's going on would be a bit of an understatement. Okay, it would be an enormous understatement, which is pretty understandable considering that the last thing he remembers is... dying?
He can really only assume that's what happened, and if he's completely honest, he knows he'll be doing his best not to think about the fact while he can avoid it.
Afterlife or something else- that doesn't seem particularly important when he takes into account the fact that he's woken up on a frozen river in the middle of winter when it wasn't a time for snow by any means, and he has wings.
Feathered, soft, red, undeniably factually attached to him, and he's been doing everything in his power not to think about those all that much, either, because the more he thinks about it, the worse he seems to get at thinking about anything at all. And this... this is not much of an appropriate time for not being able to keep his head clear (even while some small part of him is wondering when there will be time to be less than calm, has he earned that much?).
But all right. He can do this, whatever it is that he's...supposed to do, if there's anything. At the very least, he expects that keeping an eye open for signs of some sort of civilization will come in handy as he walks.
Wellard's not entirely sure if it would be easier on his feet to stay in one place as opposed to looking for a proper direction, but at least if he's moving he can reassure himself that something is bound to turn up eventually- that he's doing his part to find assistance instead of just waiting for it to happen across him. That helps a bit.
He stumbles across the main road after a little while, and stops to consider whichseat he should take direction seems most likely to produce good results. ]
bravelad) and Starscream (deceives), guest appearances to be added as they roll out.What: Welcome to Luceti?
Where: Forest, naturally. Will venture to other areas.
When: January 11
Summary: Wellard has no idea where he is or what's happening. Isn't he lucky there's a giant robot around to lend a hand? :|
Rating: No way it's getting above a T.
[ To say that Wellard has no idea what's going on would be a bit of an understatement. Okay, it would be an enormous understatement, which is pretty understandable considering that the last thing he remembers is... dying?
He can really only assume that's what happened, and if he's completely honest, he knows he'll be doing his best not to think about the fact while he can avoid it.
Afterlife or something else- that doesn't seem particularly important when he takes into account the fact that he's woken up on a frozen river in the middle of winter when it wasn't a time for snow by any means, and he has wings.
Feathered, soft, red, undeniably factually attached to him, and he's been doing everything in his power not to think about those all that much, either, because the more he thinks about it, the worse he seems to get at thinking about anything at all. And this... this is not much of an appropriate time for not being able to keep his head clear (even while some small part of him is wondering when there will be time to be less than calm, has he earned that much?).
But all right. He can do this, whatever it is that he's...supposed to do, if there's anything. At the very least, he expects that keeping an eye open for signs of some sort of civilization will come in handy as he walks.
Wellard's not entirely sure if it would be easier on his feet to stay in one place as opposed to looking for a proper direction, but at least if he's moving he can reassure himself that something is bound to turn up eventually- that he's doing his part to find assistance instead of just waiting for it to happen across him. That helps a bit.
He stumbles across the main road after a little while, and stops to consider which