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discedo_logs2008-02-26 01:48 am
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//Open Log// Guess Who's at the Door?
Who: Demyx, ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
quirky_sitar and open to all Latimir Apt. residents
Where: Latimir Street Apartments
When: Late Afternoon
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: The Melodious Nocturne drops in on some old familiar faces..
the log:
It was nice, powers regaining slowly and sliding them into workable order with a bit of practice, till the flow of his water magic was manageable enough to do things he'd long held off on while rendered fairly weak. Like explore the city and do some real errands. And go visiting at the second-largest Discedo residency, where there were associates he hadn't seen face to face in quite some time.
Demyx had strapped the oversized Sitar to his back because he didn't trust trying to call it there and back again; wasn't sure if you could pull something out or stick something back in the void of nothing-space anymore, even if that chip was removed. So he kept his weapon out and handy, and only had to spin it into his arms twice while he'd been walking the streets. Needless to say, the resident lickers didn't take well to blasts of high-pressured water sweeping them off the walls, and other creatures had been washed away fairly easily.
Sort of missed his Organization coat, being out in the cold, but it was better off with Mona, who needed it more. So instead he just wore flannel and dungarees, which he shouldn't have gone out in, in retrospect, 'cause it left him quite a bit chilled, the end of his thin nose numb and pinkish.
And now the Nocturne stood on the steps of what he desperately hoped was the right place, raising gloved knuckles to the door to give it a hard, loud knock after realizing with a foolish grin a few ineffective buzzer presses in that the damn thing was electric, and therefore useless.
quirky_sitar and open to all Latimir Apt. residentsWhere: Latimir Street Apartments
When: Late Afternoon
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: The Melodious Nocturne drops in on some old familiar faces..
the log:
It was nice, powers regaining slowly and sliding them into workable order with a bit of practice, till the flow of his water magic was manageable enough to do things he'd long held off on while rendered fairly weak. Like explore the city and do some real errands. And go visiting at the second-largest Discedo residency, where there were associates he hadn't seen face to face in quite some time.
Demyx had strapped the oversized Sitar to his back because he didn't trust trying to call it there and back again; wasn't sure if you could pull something out or stick something back in the void of nothing-space anymore, even if that chip was removed. So he kept his weapon out and handy, and only had to spin it into his arms twice while he'd been walking the streets. Needless to say, the resident lickers didn't take well to blasts of high-pressured water sweeping them off the walls, and other creatures had been washed away fairly easily.
Sort of missed his Organization coat, being out in the cold, but it was better off with Mona, who needed it more. So instead he just wore flannel and dungarees, which he shouldn't have gone out in, in retrospect, 'cause it left him quite a bit chilled, the end of his thin nose numb and pinkish.
And now the Nocturne stood on the steps of what he desperately hoped was the right place, raising gloved knuckles to the door to give it a hard, loud knock after realizing with a foolish grin a few ineffective buzzer presses in that the damn thing was electric, and therefore useless.