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melodiesofeternity2019-06-08 10:07 am
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Plot || The Star Wars Vaikuntha Special
Who: Open
When: June 8-14
Where: Everywhere
What: The race for the crystals is on!!
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post
Crystals have fallen out of the Dream Width in a beautiful meteor shower and scattered all over the world! Due to their origins and mysterious properties, the Curti Center is interested in gathering as many as they can for researching purposes. To incentivize the public in helping out, O'aka has donated a few silver coupons to those top few who collect the most crystals. There's also a rumor that the one person (or more if there's a tie) who collects the most, wins something marvelous and mysterious~
The hunt for these crystals have taken storm across Vaikuntha and they're suddenly worth a lot. It's all anyone talks about anymore! The locals have gone crazy with it! If you weren't interested to begin with, surely the madness that is this new fad has sunk its teeth in. Besides, who knows what the crystals can actually do? Are they gifts? Curses? Dust collectors? Only one way to find out.
When: June 8-14
Where: Everywhere
What: The race for the crystals is on!!
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post
Crystals have fallen out of the Dream Width in a beautiful meteor shower and scattered all over the world! Due to their origins and mysterious properties, the Curti Center is interested in gathering as many as they can for researching purposes. To incentivize the public in helping out, O'aka has donated a few silver coupons to those top few who collect the most crystals. There's also a rumor that the one person (or more if there's a tie) who collects the most, wins something marvelous and mysterious~
The hunt for these crystals have taken storm across Vaikuntha and they're suddenly worth a lot. It's all anyone talks about anymore! The locals have gone crazy with it! If you weren't interested to begin with, surely the madness that is this new fad has sunk its teeth in. Besides, who knows what the crystals can actually do? Are they gifts? Curses? Dust collectors? Only one way to find out.
| ❄️ Snow | 🔎 Shadow | 🔥 Flame | 🌼 Flower | ☔ Rain | ☀️ Sun | ❤️ Love | 🌵 Arrow |
| 🎭 Sword | 🎶 Chime | 👻 Grey | 🥚 Egg | ✉️ Chrome | 🏁 Rainbow | 🐹 Plasma | |
| Character | | Crystals |
| Klonoa | | 08 ❄️🔎❤️🌵🎭👻✉️🐹 |
| Kuja | | 07 🔎🌼🎭🎶👻✉️🐹 |
| Frisk.bin | | 06 🔎☔🌵🎭✉️🐹 |
| Uendo | | 05 ❄️🔎🎶✉️🐹 |
| Corrin | | 04 ☔❤️🌵🎭 |
| Red | | 03 🌵🎭✉️ |
| Okuyasu | | 03 ❄️🌼🐹 |
| Tyzias | | 02 ❄️🐹 |
| Megatron | | 02 🌼🐹 |
| Maul | | 02 👻🏁 |
| Sephiroth | | 02 🌼✉️ |
| Naoto | | 02 ❤️✉️ |
| Adrien | | 01 ❄️ |
| Castor | | 01 ✉️ |
| Selphie | | 01 🌵 |
| Pidge | | 01 🥚 |
| Minimus | | 01 🌵 |
| Kenichi | | 01 🐹 |
| Papyrus | | 01 🔎 |
| Naomi | | 01 🌼 |
| Ovelia | | 01 🌼 |
| Asriel | | 01 🎭 |
| Kanji | | 01 ❤️ |
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His assistant- a far less flamboyant Moogle, all drab scarf and horn-rimmed glasses, languidly flutters out from behind him, showcasing in her mitts a strange artifact. A relic from another world, in fact; one that Red only had the fortune of acquiring from the shelves of his airship when it arrived via the Dream Width. It was... broad. Flat. Very lightweight. Circular.
A flying disc. On Vaikuntha, likely an novelty; but it would not remain so for long. There was a weighty, pregnant pause-- a palpable, enigmatic anticipation as the little moogle slowly made her way across the chambers.
And when she got there, his finger jutted upwards into the air. An order for hushed silence? A called shot? A simple beckoning of one's attention? It didn't matter. The moment had come-- the realization of one of the most ancient and celebrated athletic acts of his homeworld.
The disc was thrown, whizzing and cutting sharply through the stilled air and pin-drop silence. And for but a moment, it appeared as though that may have been all there was to see--
--but then, Red sprung.
It was so fluid, so graceful, that time itself within those chambers may well have slowed, enthralled by the deed; canine form lifting into the air with the grace of a dolphin's leap, a falcon's dive, a petal upon the wind; a slight twist to his jump blossomed into a helical flourish that whipped from his head out to his tail.
His maw opened. The disc's approach became a moment stretched out to infinity. And- with razor-fine grace and precision- its motion was stilled. Clenched in his jaw with but a quiet click of his teeth.
It was almost too beautiful for words.
He touched back down to the ground, his torque bleeding off into a waning half-pirouette that concluded with a deep bow.
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