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concoursec2011-08-30 11:41 pm
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Character(s): Lyon Bastia and the Psiioniic
Location: Fisherman's Horizon's inn, sometime in the afternoon
Rating: PG unless otherwise noted?
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: So two mages walk into a room...
In the beginning, he'd convinced himself that he just wouldn't bother. The first few mornings he'd woken up had brought about a mixture of surprise and disgust. There was even some hatred, too, although nothing that would be fitting for any quadrant.
There's still just a little bit of it, even now. The first few minutes of his mornings usually consist at just staring at the ceiling while he tries to sort it all out. No thick, slimy tendrils of pink-purple everywhere. His limbs aren't restrained. She is nowhere in sight, but one of the people he's wanted to see the most after so long is right by his side more often than not.
There just has to be a catch. It just hasn't shown itself quite yet, and he doesn't mean Balamb and the classes.
But of course, being with Signless means things never go quite as planned. After talking to a few of the others on campus and promising his leader, Artollo has finally decided on meeting his would-be roommate face to face. Dealing with his wheelchair on its own has been frustrating, but he's finally at his room. The door is unlocked easily enough, and he peers inside.
Will this Lyon Bastia be in, or will he have to play the waiting game?
Location: Fisherman's Horizon's inn, sometime in the afternoon
Rating: PG unless otherwise noted?
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: So two mages walk into a room...
In the beginning, he'd convinced himself that he just wouldn't bother. The first few mornings he'd woken up had brought about a mixture of surprise and disgust. There was even some hatred, too, although nothing that would be fitting for any quadrant.
There's still just a little bit of it, even now. The first few minutes of his mornings usually consist at just staring at the ceiling while he tries to sort it all out. No thick, slimy tendrils of pink-purple everywhere. His limbs aren't restrained. She is nowhere in sight, but one of the people he's wanted to see the most after so long is right by his side more often than not.
There just has to be a catch. It just hasn't shown itself quite yet, and he doesn't mean Balamb and the classes.
But of course, being with Signless means things never go quite as planned. After talking to a few of the others on campus and promising his leader, Artollo has finally decided on meeting his would-be roommate face to face. Dealing with his wheelchair on its own has been frustrating, but he's finally at his room. The door is unlocked easily enough, and he peers inside.
Will this Lyon Bastia be in, or will he have to play the waiting game?
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He then put his bags of school supplies he collected on the ground by the door as he asked, "What are you doing?" Sure, they were roommates, but that didn't mean they were friends right? Right. He walked over to the guy and looked down on him as he then said, "So... you're my roommate, huh?"
Oh right, forgot to mention the lisp. :|a Just tell me if it bugs ya.
"Looking into a room to thee if anyone ith inthide. I would think that wath fairly obviouth." Without Signless there to calm him down, Artollo is a bit more likely to let himself snap back. If that's going to be a problem... Well, that's too bad for now.
"If you're Lyon, then yeth. I am your roommate. Artollo Apemith."
Nope, my brother is the same way, so I'm used to it. :)
"Well, I suppose we'll be seeing a lot of eachother then." He brought a hand out and waited for him to take it, as he said, "Nice to meet you."