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Let's gather 'round the campfire
Characters: Ventus and EVERYBODY
Setting: Halls of the first floor Dormitory, near the stairs.
Format: Prose to start, will match you~
Summary: The power's gone out, so Ven's starting a bonfire.
Warnings:Magical fire and possibly singing TBA
Ven had only been in the tower for a little while and already something was going on. He didn't exactly understand what was going on, only that it was dark and creepy, and that none of the lights were working. Except in the rooms, but those emergency lights were almost creepier than the darkness.
He had managed to gather up some flammable materials into a pile at the end of the hallway, and with a quick "Fire!" the flames were burning and there was at least some light. And a source of heat! Thus he sat against the wall making sure the fire didn't go out, blissfully unaware of any creepy crawlies.
Setting: Halls of the first floor Dormitory, near the stairs.
Format: Prose to start, will match you~
Summary: The power's gone out, so Ven's starting a bonfire.
Warnings:
Ven had only been in the tower for a little while and already something was going on. He didn't exactly understand what was going on, only that it was dark and creepy, and that none of the lights were working. Except in the rooms, but those emergency lights were almost creepier than the darkness.
He had managed to gather up some flammable materials into a pile at the end of the hallway
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"It's a good luck charm my friend made for me before we had to go fight the monsters," Ven said, spinning it around a bit on the string. "It's magic, so we'll always be connected!"
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Ven stuffed the wayfinder back in his pocket. "What about your friends? What are they like?"
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A indigent squeeking sounded and Romeo giggled, "Oh and Piccolo," he reached into his jacket and brought out the weasel. "He came with me from home."
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He looked confused at the squeaking sound, but when the weasel came out, he grinned again. "Hehe, hey there little guy!"
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