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Summer on the Beach

2013-05-31T04:06:52Z

Gemma: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2013/05/30 |Location=Costa Del Sol |Synopsis=Meeting on the beach on a warm afternoon with two girls and a gargoyle. (and a crab) |Cast of Characte..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/05/30
|Location=Costa Del Sol
|Synopsis=Meeting on the beach on a warm afternoon with two girls and a gargoyle. (and a crab)
|Cast of Characters=Aerith, Brooklyn, Ariel
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' The beach at Costa Del Sol is crowded. It's a hot, sticky, late afternoon, with local tourists sitting in the shade of umbrellas or basking in the last afternoon rays of sun before everything fades. Ariel despite her better efforts is drawn more to the seaside towns when she wanders. Ship-hopping has found her here in the resort. She is a thin, red-headed teenager wearing a purple bikini, sitting with her legs curled up on the sand, not far from where the water laps up. She would blend in well enough with the other tourists - she even has a beach towel, which was given to her by Kim the night of her first arrival and which seems very important for traveling in general. The only thing unusual about her is that she is talking to a crab. Or rather, it is unusual that the crab talks back. "Ahriel, I told you, you were gonna want to go back some day. You can' run from your fadda like dis foreva."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Fortunately, not everyone would consider such a thing odd. A woman with green eyes, her brown hair tied back in a braid walked by in a pink bikini and a pair of mirror-coated sunglasses. She just happened to overhear the conversation just as the crab... spoke. And it wasn't in that hidden way that animals communicated, though she could understand that too. He actually spoke. But that wasn't the reason she'd stopped. Someone was running away... just like her. She glanced toward the red-haired girl. "Nice day, huh?" Cue a beatific smile here.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel looks up... Sebastian looks startled, clicking a few steps away as if being scared of being overheard. Ariel glances down at him, shakes her head for a second, and then pulls some hair behind her ear, trying to... act casual maybe. Something seems sad about her, but she tries to smile. "Yeah! It's a really nice day."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith glanced toward the crab for a second, then back to the girl. "Shame there's not room for more than one on that towel." She chuckled and produced one from around her waist. "Fortunately for me, I got one of my own." Flowergirl headed over and spread her towel out next to the redhead's, then took a seat. "You look like you have something on your mind."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' You want odd sights on the beach, that's what Brooklyn is here for. The gargoyle is doing something that his kind never could do before. He is getting a tan. Laid out on a beach towel, with his mirrored aviator sunglasses on, he is currently staring up at the sky. Part of him is imagining how good the thermals are on a beach like this, but he would need to find an appropriately high enough point to launch from. One of his ears twitches slightly as he hears voices nearby, and it snaps him out of his daydreaming, as he turns his head towards Ariel and Aerith, the latter of which he recognizes from Manhattan.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel is in fact sitting on a one-person towel. She's seen Gargoyles before so Brooklyn isn't really startling. Though she's not seen that particular Gargoyle before. She has yet to visit Manhattan though she's heard some really good things. She does have to confess to Aerith that she's right. "I... guess. I'm Ariel, by the way." She offers a handshake. She has finally learned the correct way to do this landbound custom.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith takes the offered handshake. "Aerith Gainsborough. Just call me Aerith." She lets go after a brief moment and stretches out on the towel. "You know... a burden shared is half a burden." Aerith shrugged. "I don't know who said that, but it seems to have worked for me. Maybe you could talk about it?"

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Grabbing his own towel as he rolls up to his feet, Brooklyn drapes his wings around his shoulders and moves towards the two, "Hope you don't mind me coming by. It's been a while, Aerith. You mind if I join you? Honestly don't know anybody here, so it's good to see a familiar face."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Ummm... sure," says Ariel, though with obvious hesitation. "I could talk about it." Sebastian seems unsure of the Gargoyle. But at least he's not a fish-eating human of some variety. "And that's Sebastian. He's shy, but he's getting over it," Ariel adds, with a little poke at the crab.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith chuckled. "It would be safe to say that anyone would be shy around someone they don't trust." If his backing away wasn't evidence enough. "And hello, Brooklyn. Nice to see you again." She took in a breath of the sea air and wondered where she would begin. A thought came moments later. "I don't think I've ever seen you around before... where are you from?"

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Laying his towel back out, Brooklyn sits down, cross legged, and smiles to Ariel, "I can understand shyness around a species he's probably never seen before, but trust me, I'm not some kind of big mean predator or anything. Unless he's secretly a cheeseburger disguised as a crab. Then he might have to worry."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Uh, me?" Ariel plays with her hair for a second, her masterful way of avoiding such questions. "Pretty far away." "I am not," says Sebastian, looking sulky at Brooklyn, and then crossing his, well, claws. He is excellent at pouting.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith glanced at Ariel. Playing with one's hair was a good sign of releasing anxiety... or at least hiding it. She wasn't telling her everything, but that was fine. "Well if you wanted to show up anywhere, this is a good place to do it." Aerith looked out at the sea. "There's a lot to do here if you know what to look for, and if you want somewhere quiet there's a nice cove nearby."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Hm." Ariel frowns, and nods. But 'a lot to do' sounds promising, maybe... distracting? "So what kind of things do you like to do here?"

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Well I'm just enjoying the sun, personally, but I suppose there's a whole mess of things that would be doable.." Brooklyn says, "Depending on your mood, or if you're looking to experience new stuff.."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith grinned. "Oh there's plenty! I mostly like to play around in the water. Sitting here on the beach is fine, but it gets kinda boring. Then again, there are the massage parlors, the places to eat, the music, the dancing..." She stopped before she could go any further. "So you know, lots of stuff."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "I love music. And ... dancing," Ariel says, unfolding her legs now. "We should definitely go dancing. But, um, anyway, I guess I can confess I was feeling a little homesick. I'm not from this world. But that seems to be normal, right?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. "Homesick, huh? I guess you could call me that to... if I had a home to begin with." She sighed. "I can't remember where I was born, did you know that? I can't even remember who my dad was." She gave Aerith a wistful smile. "You're lucky."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Well.." Brooklyn considers his words for a moment, "Being homesick is natural when you are away...As for not knowing where you are born, Aerith...Does that matter? I mean I was born in Scotland but for me, home will always be Manhattan.."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Oh... really?" Ariel smiles a little to return Aerith's smile, but she's not trying to be impolite. "Well, I know my dad, but, he's kind of a jerk." "Who I am sure, misses you very much," Sebastian tries. Ariel slumps, and shrugs at him. Sebastian is glad that worked but does not add 'and who will probably kill me dead if I bring you back without a great explanation' though that's what he is thinking. "Manhattan seems interesting. I should go there some time. It's by the ocean too, right?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith grinned. "Oh you have no idea. It's this huge city, and there's so much to see out there. You haven't lived until you've been on top of one of those buildings and seen the whole thing from up high!"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel brightens up, homesickness gone for right now. "I know I'd like to see it. Maybe we can go there next--" "Ahriel--" Sebastian, long-suffering, tries to interrupt- "Well it might be closer to home, too?"

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "It does have an ocean, although it gets pretty cold in the winter. Not that I was ever really able to go to the beach much.." Brooklyn notes, "It's only been recently that I have been able to enjoy things like the beach and dinner out with friends.."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith chuckled at the banter between Sebatian and Ariel. "Listen... being at home is all well and good. Missing it means there's something important there TO miss. But..." She glanced at Sebatian for a moment, then back at Ariel. "...Don't go just yet. I mean if you weren't here, you wouldn't have met me, right?"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "That's true..." Ariel says. "And I'm sure we can be friends. And, um, you also..." What did she say his name was a second ago. "Brookline?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith chuckled. "Brook-lyn." She glanced at the gargoyle. "How's things been, by the way?"

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Ever since I got Manhattan back, things have been going well enough...Admittedly, I had retreated back to it and becaome sort of...Overprotective.." He says, "But as you can see from my presence here, well...I have decided to venture out into the wider world, and begin to help out where I can."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel nods. Being overprotective makes sense. It's what her dad would do... She sighs, and blows some hair out of her face, determined to stop thinking about it.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith glanced over at Ariel for a moment. "Well that's good." Hair in her way, get it out of the way. Anxious, nervous. "You seem uncomfortable... are we bothering you?" She looked at Sebastian. "I promise we'll leave if we're disturbing you. After all, you seem to be the bodyguard or retainer... figured I'd ask you for your input." Another smile here, one designed to charm.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Yeah, I'm not the type to wanna go out of my way tomake someone feel bad." He says, as he looks towards Sebastian, "Perhaps, if you want to come visit my home, Ariel, then sometime I can come visit your own. It's only fair, after all."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel just has a lot of unruly hair; ocean spray tends to toss it up a lot. "Oh, no. You aren't disturbing me. Gosh, I actually appreciate you coming over to talk. I guess we were getting lonely." Sebastian raises a claw as if to attempt to say something. "But I'm thinking about dancing," Ariel says, wiggling a toe. Sebastian's claw falls again. But he takes Aerith's words in stride, as she doesn't seem like a bad sort, and straightens up again. "'Bodyguard,' is... acceptable?" That's an awfully flattering thing to call a tiny crab. Ariel nods to the Gargoyle. "If... I find, my home, then I'm sure you can visit. Thank you." Though he might need to SCUBA, but Ariel is not aware of the actual mechanics of Gargoyles or, for that matter, world transferrance transformations as they seem to sometimes work.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. "So then let's go dancing, huh?" She stood and stretched her arms above her head. "You wanna come, Brooklyn? Or are you afraid of having two left feet?" Aerith giggled. "Or two left wings."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "I will come." He says, chuckling a little bit, "I'm not worried about dancing. Although I've never really had the chance to do it..But I've seen it on TV before.." He stands up as well, to follow the two.

Meeting at Port

2013-05-08T01:08:59Z

Gemma: Short chat between a warrior and bard

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/05/07
|Location=Port Royal
|Synopsis=A chat between a warrior and bard on the pier.
|Cast of Characters=Ariel, Sydney Losstarot
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Though Ariel is an adventuresome girl, she hasn't gotten so adventurous yet that she's strayed far away from areas near the sea. Something about it is still important to her. And she's still worried about home, though... she hasn't mentioned it to anyone in a long time. Port Royal is a nice compromise. The pirates intrigue her a lot. Daddy always said to stay away from them, but she's so far had no real difficulty with exploring even the roughest of island towns. It's mostly luck, though the rumors that she has powerful magic may have something to do with the fact that she hasn't yet been kidnapped and taken off to some island for ransom. This afternoon, she can be found singing sea shanties on the docks. She avoids going into the water, but she's picked herself up a little guitar.

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney is...impressed by Port Royal, to say the least. As Valendia never made it past the dark ages, so this world is an oddity. Its not blatantly futuristic, like Goug, and its technology remains the same, yet it has a sense of culture to it that Sydney admires. Sydney walks alone by the docks, taking a moment to admire the seas. He'd never seen an ocean before, as he came from a world that was caught in a sea of darkness, the rest of Ivalice having succumb to the darkness. As he walks along the docks, he takes a moment to observe the woman he's come across. She doesn't strike him as too out of the ordinary, but that guitar... Sydney pulls out a few pieces of Gil, setting them on the ground at Ariels feet. "Play me a song, bard. 'Tis my wish to waste a few moments." He says, amused by her singing talent.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel likes to get money, since doing favors, brewing potions, and singing are her only way to get paid right now... and, well, she's still a bit materialistic. Any money means she can add to her growing Collections! So she grins when a coin drops into the hat at her feet. She is a fast study and has learned quite a few new songs, though she prefers the less baudy ones naturally. She sings a verse of 'Down to Old Maui' for Syndey, attracting some more attentions from the dock as she does. Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to Old Maui. After finishing, she smiles and also looks out at the sea. "Is your home out there too?"

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney listens intently, amused by the strange music the bard-ess plays. Its certainly not something you would hear in Valendia, or hear an orchestra playing, for sure. Still, it was entertaining enough to hold his attention long enough to justify the pay in his eyes. He claps his metallic arms together amusedly, making a soft "Plink...Plink...Plink..." noise. "No." He responds bluntly, taking a few moments to admire the sea. "Not all are so lucky to have ever had such a place to lose." He says, frowning slightly.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Oh." Ariel frowns. She doesn't really talk about her world much - for a reason - but is fascinated by other peoples'. So she leans forward a little. "If you don't mind, can you tell me about your world? You don't look like you're from around here, and... you seemed sad."

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney doesn't talk about his world much either. Not for any personal reasons, its just a place that few people would care to know about, and one even fewer would like to remember. "'Twas a dark place." He concludes, finally. "People hungered whilst barons reaped the profits of the lands for themselves. The masses dared not retaliate, for fear of being struck down by the church. Many worlds are cheerful places, frought with benevolent god-kings and animals. But not all can have such luck, hm?" He responds distantly, thinking back on Valendia. The frown he carries is not one of sadness. It is a face of masked rage, and a thirst for the life of those who wronged his world so.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Oh." Well, that's a bit of a downer. "Is it... gone, or is there something that someone can do?" Ariel mostly means, something she can do, but she tends to think big. She does have a better read on his emotions now after he's talked about it. "... I'm Ariel, by the way."

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' "I know not what becomes of a world once it has been consumed by those without hearts. But I cannot imagine it being a fixable fate. There is naught to be done but move on, and forget that such a wretched place marred the face of history." A /bit/ of a downer would be the understatement of the century. Every aspect of Sydneys life is a cinderella story with less princes and more "Stepsisters get what they have coming." He does not seem too keen to let the woman know his name. But then again, she's just a bard. Probably on the brink of starvation, and not a very liable source anyways. "...I am known as Sydney."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "All right, Syndey, very pleased to meet you!" Ariel says, keeping cheerful given the conversation. "So are you happier to be here?"

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' ...Well, that caught Sydney by surprise, and the look on his face says it. "...A question I have not given much thought to. This world is wrought with inconveniences, murderers, and outright devils. ...But it is also filled with a great many of those who choose to fight against it. I am...conflicted on my feelings of this world. But I will admit, they are better than those I have for home, Ariel." He says, his clawed hand at his chin in thought. 'Am I happy here?' He thinks to himself, smirking.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "I'm happier here," Ariel says, partially as if trying to convince herself. "My world was a little boring. Look at how much is happening! The children playing, the people shopping, the ... fishermen and their nets--" That last one makes her frown, as she catches sight of some fishermen in the distance unloading their wares. She looks vaugely haunted by it, but then looks away.

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' "It may all seem happy. But one must learn to look beneath the surface." He says distantly, as he turns to look at what Ariel was referencing. "Those children likely do not have a well off home to return to. And that fisherman will toil day in and day out for the rest of his life under the boot of a king, who wishes naught more than to take what is rightly his out from under him. He will work, and work, attempting to meet taxes. But it will only hold off reality for so long. ...And then he will return to the earth." Story time with Sydney: Depressing!

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel looks away from Sydney now, too, and strums a little on her guitar. "Well, you aren't very much fun, are you."

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney smirks, shaking his head. "I guess not. There is little time to have "Fun" when there is so much suffering left to undo. No matter what worlds are visited, the truth remains the same. Some cruel leader lives in constant fear of something else, and is provoked into war because of it. ...Thats not to say evil is not a thing, of course. But nobility will never truly understand how the real world suffers. Have you not seen your fair share of reality, Bard? 'Tis a common truth that those who bring happiness to others with music, are those who have felt the worst of it all."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Maybe," Ariel says, playing a few quiet notes. Her eyes are liddled low as she tries not to meet Sydney's gaze now. She certainly hasn't seen the kind of things he's claimed to see, she thinks. "But without fun - without happiness or song - just living and surviving doesn't mean much."

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' "Perhaps you are right, Bard. But those who live by the blade are destined to die by the blade. Those who live by song...they are granted a much lighter reprieve. Perhaps it is wrong to seek happiness through despair, and to seek good through evil." Sydney flicks his daggerlike claws together absentmindedly, the noise helps him think. "...But this is a lesson I would never be so lucky to understand." He finally states, after a moment of introspection.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel looks up at the clicking, seeming to notice those claws for the first time. They're kind of neat, she thinks; they would be very useful for the guitar. "So you live by the sword?"

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney stops for a moment, and thinks. Technically he lives by the magic, but that doesn't sound as poetic. "I live by whatever path I must take to ensure the safety of those who won't." He finally decides, after a few moments. "Not all of us are so ready to make a different choice. ...I never was any good at a lute." He concludes, Sydneys version of a joke.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel noticed that he made a joke, and so she smiles. She takes a risk, holding her little guitar out to him. "Well, do you want me to show you? You have good hands for it."

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney seems surprised by the offer. Even those that aren't immediately terrified by his appearance and don't know he's a right-about-everything terrorist usually don't go into conversations such as this with him. Its a pleasant experience, but one Sydney will have to learn to abandon later. He takes the guitar as its offered, remarking "...Alright." With a bit of confusion to his tone as he tries to play the instrument, producing the most unholy, grating sound the world has ever known.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Ohhh, no no, be gentle!" Ariel says, trying to reach for the guitar. She stands up and offers Sydney her seat. "Just be careful you don't cut the strings. And try putting your fingers like this--" She reaches over to try to position his hand on the neck.

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney shuffles about a little as she tries to adjust his hand, in a way that says "Boundaries, dude." But eventually he concedes that she's likely to know far more about the instrument than he does, and concedes control. Once he's repositioned, he tries his hand at a much gentler strum, making a sound that sounds...better. There's a reason picks aren't made of steel, though.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel realizes the claws aren't as good a pick as she thought, but... it's improving, so she doesn't want to be discouraging. "See? It's not so hard."

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney strums again, clearly amused with himself for such a feat. "Hmph. Perhaps it is not so difficult as I once thought." He says, ignorant to how terrible he sounds.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel wrinkles up her mouth a little at a particularly bad chime, but... "Practice makes perfect! Though you'll probably have to get your own. If you're interested."

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney nods, offering the guitar back to Ariel. "I shall consider it." He says, thinking to himself for a moment. Of course, he could never truly abandon the path of the warrior. The Blood-Sin would never permit it. But its a nice thought... "I thank thee for your time, Ariel. But I only wished to waste a moment." He says with a sigh. Now he's behind schedule. Tossing a few more Gil onto the ground at Ariels feet, he continues "Farewell, Bard." As he begins to walk off, continuing along the pier.

Ariel

2013-02-14T04:14:54Z

Gemma: /* Logs */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Ariel
|age=16
|species=Mermaid
|sex=Female
|height=5'4" (when human)
|weight=Skinny!
|series=The Little Mermaid
|styles=Mermaid Style
|hometown=Atlantica
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=None
|occupation=Mermaid Princess Runaway
|quote=Wish I could be ... part of that world.
|footer=Arriving in Twilight Town, Ariel is still learning the power of the portals and how to explore other worlds. She is totally not a runaway mermaid princess.
}}
= Info =

Once upon a time there was a little mermaid princess, the youngest in a family of mermaid princesses. Ariel, however, was different from her sisters. Where they loved the sea and had no reason to leave the palaces of Atlantica, Ariel had a true longing to become human and walk on the land. And one day, while adventuring, she found a strange portal that took her to a strange world... where she had legs! Grateful for her newfound freedom she began to explore. Ariel is a princess, but not a "Princess of Heart," so she goes where ever adventure takes her. This gets her into lots of trouble, since she is poor at pretending to be a normal human, and often confused by technology and human customs. However, she tries to keep that a secret,since she is afraid that if she is discovered someone will drag her back home to her stern father... who hates humans and adventures. In addition to lightning skills she learned from her father, Ariel has some minor alchemical magics that allow her to turn water into useful potions. She is very determined to be a heroic adventurer but has a lot to learn about life on land.

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Ariel

2013-02-14T04:13:01Z

Gemma: Created page with "{{Character Infobox |firstname=Ariel |age=16 |species=Mermaid |sex=Female |height=5'4" (when human) |weight=Skinny! |series=The Little Mermaid |styles=Mermaid Style |hometown=..."