ten [written/action]
Apr. 23rd, 2011 02:28 pm[The news of his sister’s engagement came as unexpected to Mithos, even though it probably shouldn’t have. Raine has been with Jack since before he had even been born; he’s known the man his entire life. He’s always accepted it as the norm, and despite the over-protectiveness he harbors for his one and only sister, he entrusts her wellness to the strange, strange man. But getting married is always a big deal, isn’t it? The supposedly unbreakable bonds of marriage have always been part of an odd, grey area in their family, marred by the conspicuous absence of a father Mithos never knew. But whom Raine had known. He just wants to make sure his family is in good hands.]
[written | locked to Jack Sparrow – 50%]
Jack,
I trust you to take good care of Raine. She’s my only sister, and she deserves to have all the happiness in the world. You’ve done fairly well these past nearly fifteen years that I’ve watched, and even before then, but that doesn’t mean you can start slacking off anytime soon.
Your soon-to-be brother-in-law,
Mithos
[A short while after relaying this message, he can be found all about the village plaza. The mission: find something that suitably says “Congratulations, beloved sister of mine, you’re getting married!”, and within the budget of his slim allowance. There is no tradition that dictates such a thing, but he feels it’s necessary anyway. Feel free to run into him at any point on his trip, which includes the flower shop, the clothing store, and the general item shop, as well as on the way from and back to Community Housing 2. Of course, he’ll stop and rest by the fountain at some point too.]
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[written | locked to Jack Sparrow – 50%]
Jack,
I trust you to take good care of Raine. She’s my only sister, and she deserves to have all the happiness in the world. You’ve done fairly well these past nearly fifteen years that I’ve watched, and even before then, but that doesn’t mean you can start slacking off anytime soon.
Your soon-to-be brother-in-law,
Mithos
[A short while after relaying this message, he can be found all about the village plaza. The mission: find something that suitably says “Congratulations, beloved sister of mine, you’re getting married!”, and within the budget of his slim allowance. There is no tradition that dictates such a thing, but he feels it’s necessary anyway. Feel free to run into him at any point on his trip, which includes the flower shop, the clothing store, and the general item shop, as well as on the way from and back to Community Housing 2. Of course, he’ll stop and rest by the fountain at some point too.]
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seven [action]
Jan. 24th, 2011 09:46 pm[Do you know what's exceptionally awkward?
Waking up to discover that you've turned into your sister, whom you love to the point of obsession and whose memory you have placed on an ivory pedestal. And your clothes are suddenly far too tight, for numerous reasons. Most of which you'd rather not think about (two in particular).
This is how Mithos began his day.
There was a certain shock and thrill that came with seeing Martel's face, very much alive, reflected back in the mirror. He almost couldn't tear his eyes away, but knowing that it was actually himself and not his sister helped dampen the enchantment.
Then there was the matter of his clothes...
Mid-morning finds Mithos scurrying across the village to the clothing shop. Very thankfully, he owns a larger cloak for outdoor use, and this adequately covers Martel's (his?) body and the embarrassingly-tight clothing. Not well enough for his concerns, but it will have to do. The other options are hardly being able to breathe for several days, or else...no, not even going to think about that. Passers-by, feel free to notice the troubled, somewhat frazzled look on this poor woman's (?) face.]
Waking up to discover that you've turned into your sister, whom you love to the point of obsession and whose memory you have placed on an ivory pedestal. And your clothes are suddenly far too tight, for numerous reasons. Most of which you'd rather not think about (two in particular).
This is how Mithos began his day.
There was a certain shock and thrill that came with seeing Martel's face, very much alive, reflected back in the mirror. He almost couldn't tear his eyes away, but knowing that it was actually himself and not his sister helped dampen the enchantment.
Then there was the matter of his clothes...
Mid-morning finds Mithos scurrying across the village to the clothing shop. Very thankfully, he owns a larger cloak for outdoor use, and this adequately covers Martel's (his?) body and the embarrassingly-tight clothing. Not well enough for his concerns, but it will have to do. The other options are hardly being able to breathe for several days, or else...no, not even going to think about that. Passers-by, feel free to notice the troubled, somewhat frazzled look on this poor woman's (?) face.]
three [action/voice]
Nov. 28th, 2010 10:14 pm( unnecessarily tl;dr AU information )
[Mithos is more than a little confused. Not only has he awakened in a completely unfamiliar room in a completely unfamiliar house, but his memory seems a bit...fuzzy. Only vague snippets of the past weeks float to the surface. Is this one of those Malnosso experiments he has been warned about?
Well, he better check in with the Professor, or maybe even Yuan.
So he is currently making his way across the village (how did he end up at house 52 anyway?), an expression of contemplative concern on his face. As he sets out, he can't help but sigh lightly.]
If Martel were here...
[He trails off and shakes his head, trying not to think about how much he misses his sister. Unknown to him, the journal picked up on that bit of wishful thinking.]
[Mithos is more than a little confused. Not only has he awakened in a completely unfamiliar room in a completely unfamiliar house, but his memory seems a bit...fuzzy. Only vague snippets of the past weeks float to the surface. Is this one of those Malnosso experiments he has been warned about?
Well, he better check in with the Professor, or maybe even Yuan.
So he is currently making his way across the village (how did he end up at house 52 anyway?), an expression of contemplative concern on his face. As he sets out, he can't help but sigh lightly.]
If Martel were here...
[He trails off and shakes his head, trying not to think about how much he misses his sister. Unknown to him, the journal picked up on that bit of wishful thinking.]
two [action]
Nov. 21st, 2010 10:19 am[Upon awakening, Mithos quickly realizes that something is very, very off. He quickly sits up and discovers that this premonition is not unreasonable, for a number of reasons. One: he does not recognize this room. Two: his body is not this large. Three: is that blue hair he sees out of the corner of his eye? A sneaking suspicion forms in his (?) gut. Perplexed and vexed, he searches for a mirror.]
[......And he definitely does not like what he sees. His (not actually his) eyebrows furrow and his (not actually his) eyes glint. What. In. The. Name. Of. Martel.]
[Housemates, perhaps now would be the time to notice that Yuan seems a little....peculiar today.]
[......And he definitely does not like what he sees. His (not actually his) eyebrows furrow and his (not actually his) eyes glint. What. In. The. Name. Of. Martel.]
[Housemates, perhaps now would be the time to notice that Yuan seems a little....peculiar today.]