Darin Altway (
soulfultwin) wrote2015-08-24 08:12 pm
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IC CONTACT POST FOR
cosmographia
(OOC: This is a rough outline of Darin's daily routine. Feel free to comment to this post with a time and location if you want to thread! This post is meant to be a catch-all contact post to thread out and expand on things that happen in game that might be too little for a log! Anything is game! Open to all! And feel free to have someone catch Darin someplace that isn't necessarily listed! He gets around, for sure!)
Sunrise to Early Morning
[It is around this time that you'll catch Darin out at the beach. He's doing his usual training regiment; jogging around the temple, sit ups, push-ups, liberally exercising whatever magical abilities he's awoken. He might be sparring with a clone projection, practicing summoning his weapon, or maybe just cooling down. Afterwards, he goes in search for metal, whether it's at the junkyard, or digging into the cliff face for whatever he can find!]
Morning to Afternoon
[Around this time, you'll see Darin around Waverly Bay. He might have his stall set up and selling his wares, or he might be running errands for the sake of the townspeople. Maybe he's doing some repairs around town, or lending a hand wherever it's needed. If it's slow, he's relaxing and getting some food, or maybe he's taking a nap under a tree! He's around though, that's for sure.]
Afternoon to Evening
[Around this time, Darin might be rustling up some dinner. Once the sun starts to dip, he'll head home for the day. He likes to take a more scenic route home so he can watch the sun set over the horizon. It's one of his favorite things to do. You might catch him along this route, or maybe catch him in his room in the Temple, where he's hard at work in his forge, working on parts and custom orders. He keeps his door open though, and when you look in, it'll be the storefront to his Smithy back in Kenmore. Don't be shy to come on in, the door's open for a reason!]
Evening to Night
[If it's a nice, clear evening, you'll find Darin out on the beach. Maybe he's training, maybe he's just wandering aimlessly, barefoot, through the surf. If it's a particularly clear night, you may find him climbing the cliff face. When he reaches the top, he'll watch the stars before making his way back down. If it's nice, he might just sleep out there! If it's raining, he'll be in the Temple, doing some sketching in his notebook.]
Sunrise to Early Morning
[It is around this time that you'll catch Darin out at the beach. He's doing his usual training regiment; jogging around the temple, sit ups, push-ups, liberally exercising whatever magical abilities he's awoken. He might be sparring with a clone projection, practicing summoning his weapon, or maybe just cooling down. Afterwards, he goes in search for metal, whether it's at the junkyard, or digging into the cliff face for whatever he can find!]
Morning to Afternoon
[Around this time, you'll see Darin around Waverly Bay. He might have his stall set up and selling his wares, or he might be running errands for the sake of the townspeople. Maybe he's doing some repairs around town, or lending a hand wherever it's needed. If it's slow, he's relaxing and getting some food, or maybe he's taking a nap under a tree! He's around though, that's for sure.]
Afternoon to Evening
[Around this time, Darin might be rustling up some dinner. Once the sun starts to dip, he'll head home for the day. He likes to take a more scenic route home so he can watch the sun set over the horizon. It's one of his favorite things to do. You might catch him along this route, or maybe catch him in his room in the Temple, where he's hard at work in his forge, working on parts and custom orders. He keeps his door open though, and when you look in, it'll be the storefront to his Smithy back in Kenmore. Don't be shy to come on in, the door's open for a reason!]
Evening to Night
[If it's a nice, clear evening, you'll find Darin out on the beach. Maybe he's training, maybe he's just wandering aimlessly, barefoot, through the surf. If it's a particularly clear night, you may find him climbing the cliff face. When he reaches the top, he'll watch the stars before making his way back down. If it's nice, he might just sleep out there! If it's raining, he'll be in the Temple, doing some sketching in his notebook.]
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You stripped me in the first place.
I don't...actually know what to think about this anymore.
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While I'm naked.
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Just put on clothes.
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[Man, I hope there isn't a range on those powers because this could get awkward super fast.]
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[He wades into the water and collects his boxers, then puts them on.]
There. I guess I'm decent?
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Now are you going to come or not?
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[He wades out of the water and wanders by her, giving her another clear view of his back.]
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What is it?
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So...remember how I said I should have died with my brother and my father?
[He thumbs at his back.]
I wasn't joking. I was the one who answered the door. I was the first one cut down.
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Sorry. [She figured it would be touchy but not that touchy.
... She tugs off her hoodie and then her pullover. She looks even smaller without them, and she's got... quite a bit of hair she's been hiding under it. And then she tosses the pullover at him.] Wrap it around you when we get back to the temple. If you get bumped, I can't keep us invisible.
[Then she tugs the hoodie back on. She just can't hide her face anymore.]
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[He shrugs and pulls it over his head.]
[So, here's the thing. He's over six feet tall, muscular, and generally not suited for clothes that would otherwise fit a sixteen year old Japanese girl.]
[When he finally has the pullover on, it stops just above his abs. It barely even makes it passed his elbows.]
[He can't even lower his goddamn arms.]
[He looks down at himself, then at Kido, then back down at himself.]
You're freakin' kidding me, right.
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She's making weird noises. And then she's doubling over, having to hold onto the nearest anything tall enough to keep herself up? Is she in pain??
And then it's just fucking laughter. So hard she can barely breathe.]
That isn't what I meant--
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Stop it.
Stop laughing.
If I could move my arms, I would be trying to swipe them at you.
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Why would you even try that?! You're huge.
[And she can barely breathe.]
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You need to take it off, you're gonna stretch it out. [She can't fucking breathe. She needs to sit down. She really has to sit down there's rocks over there she's going to go sit on them.]
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[He can't.]
[He's managed to pull the shirt up over his head, but the pullover shrunk back to its normal size, binding his arms above his head and his head buried in the pullover.]
[So, to recap: His arms are straight up, stuck and tangled in the pullover. His head, completely stuck in the pullover, save for a blue tuft poking out of the top between his raised arms.]
[He's struggling. He's trying to--nope, he's down.]
[He's face down in the sand and...yes, he's given up.]
[/golfclap.]
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She walks over.]
Oh my god, you're six. Don't move.
[She's gonna yank it off of him with her intangibility.]
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