[Action - Campfire Post I] [Locked to people in Terra]

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

[Night has fallen and a small fire flickers in the dark, the only bright thing in a landscape that's utterly black. Terra has no moon and if there are stars, one cannot tell since the sky is shrouded by clouds. Mikoto is sitting cross-legged by the fire, her hands tucked in her lap.

This is a great place to camp, right? It totally is. Let's toast some muffins and have a chat.]

[ooc: Here is your first weekly campfire post! It's completely optional: your character can be tucked up in bed if you like, but this is a good chance to have some interaction that doesn't involve being attacked by dragons. Mikoto is available if you want to ask questions, but please feel free to threadjack and create as many subthreads as you like.]

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[recites-always.livejournal.com]

[Genesis sits by Mikoto and of all things, he brought a book with him, his wing tucked into his side. he had already written his findings in a journal he brought with him and so now he reads. The darkness is a touch unnerving but he is able to ignore it with ease. He had been in such darkness before.]

[melodiesoflute.livejournal.com]

[Ever since their battle with the dragons, Edward has been a tad curious about the fellow with the wing. The bard figured that the man was an angel of some kind, but he didn't seem very angelic with one black wing.

How could this fellow fly with just one wing? Edward was a tad puzzle about that.

Watching the other in silence, Edward gazed at Genesis with some interest once he pulled out a book.]

[recites-always.livejournal.com]

A curious one, aren't you?

[The corner of his mouth was upturned into a slight smirk, though his eyes never left the book.]

[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

[The Warrior of Light is sitting by the fire, taking the time before he goes to sleep to clean his armor, sword, and shield. After being attacked by dragons before the airship even landed, he isn't going to take any chances with his weapons. It takes up most of his attention, but he occasionally spares a glance upward at the others sitting around the campfire.]

[thisdesertrose.livejournal.com]

[He sat next to Light, his own weapons gone and by his pack. It was a familiar sound, Light cleaning his armor and one he reveled in. It reminded him on the Void and of his friends. It reminded him that no one was alone in this, even if they were in silence.]

[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

[For a while, he continued to work without glancing up. Then after a few moments, he put aside his sword, which he had been cleaning, and looked at the Weapons Specialist sitting next to him.]

Firion.

[smallmage.livejournal.com]

[And a small pair of feet walked directly up to the very tall man, stopping in front of him and plainly not moving. Refia sized him up with her hands on her hips, eyes narrowing as she tried to detect any sign of the boys she knew in his face - and failed. After that she didn't beat around the bush at all.]

Why are you called Warrior of Light?

[morehatthanmage.livejournal.com]

[He's not particularly cold but Vivi has bundled himself up tightly in a blanket more for comfort than for warmth.

He's cheered up a little, having resolved to make the most of what are probably his last days before he stops again. Even if those last days are to be spent in a dead, broken world it doesn't mean he has any excuse to waste them moping around. He has a tin soldier he bought from the market at Figaro while he was there in one hand but hasn't been playing with it for a while, instead looking into the fire and trying to find shapes and stories in its flickering movements.]

[melodiesoflute.livejournal.com]

[Spotting the little mage nestled within a blanket, Edward approaches with a slight smile on his face. Vivi seemed to be troubled, perhaps the gloomy landscape was making the poor mage feel uncomfortable.]

Are you well?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[At some point, Mjrn wanders over to Vivi. She made a mental note earlier to check on him, concerned about the welfare of the young mage. This is a difficult enough journey on the adults and those nearly so, but a child....

She watches the pensive youth for a moment, then approaches with a soft and gentle tone.]

Vivi? How do you fare?

[notathiefcole.livejournal.com]

[Locke finds himself sore after the long walk here. Too stubborn to admit to maybe taking things too fast, he sits down gingerly on the ground staring at the campfire.

He chuckles at the thought of Edgar finding an empty bed when he gets back from the shrine and inwardly cringes at Celes' response.]

[morehatthanmage.livejournal.com]

[Vivi's noticed Locke's limping a little toward the end of the day's travel. He fidgets a little, not sure whether it's something he should bring to Refia's attention, before beciding to gather his courage and go ask.]

Um, are you okay? Did you get hurt fighting the dragons? Should- should I bring Miss Refia?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn is busy brooding, aka staring at the fire, when she hears a chuckle. Glancing over, she peers at the treasure hunter for a moment.]

What do you find amusing? I had not thought this world to provide aught in the way of entertainment.

[Her tone is not accusing, but genuinely curious. She could use some cheer, right now.]

[knowshermachina.livejournal.com]

[xredthespianx.livejournal.com]

Mind if I join you?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn glances over to the girl, growing a bit concerned at her demeanor. There's certainly reason to be pensive, even nervous, but as much as she might be herself, she wishes to alleviate it in others. After a moment, she sits a little closer.]

...are you well?

[for-cosmos.livejournal.com]

[Once he had finished cleaning his weapons and armor, the Warrior had meant to retire for the night, but Serah's forlorn look catches his eyes. ]

Miss... Serah, was it? Are you well? [Her name had caught his attention as soon as he had heard it, but the girl was unfamiliar.]

[xredthespianx.livejournal.com]

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn can't sleep. She tries, but her mind and body remain tense, expecting an ambush as soon as she becomes drowsy. Rest is needed, she knows, but her body doesn't seem to want to listen.

Giving up for the time being, Mjrn stretches and sits up once more, drawing her knees up to her chin. A idle glance over reveals Blank still awake, and so after a moment's hesitation -not wanting to bother him- she settles down near him.]

...Blank?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn is quiet as she sits by the fire, first tending to her spear and then checking her supplies. She wants to be sure that everything is as it ought to be, and that she won't be lacking anything at a critical moment. The journey so far as made her a bit sore, but she does not give voice to such complaints, certain that the others are feeling similarly.

Stretching, Mjrn stares into the fire, leaving much of her food untouched. She knows she ought to take care of herself, to prepare for the trials ahead, but it's difficult to force an appetite. Instead, she stares pensively at the flames, becoming lost in thought.]

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

[Mikoto shifts ever so slightly to stare at Mjrn.]

You are a Viera.

[melodiesoflute.livejournal.com]

[While it proved to be a sleepless night, Edward hoped his comrades would fare better than he. Idly plucking the strings of his lyre, the bard played a soothing tune (http://www.heavenlyharpist.com/mp3/Serenity/08AngelsTouch.mp3) that would hopefully lull his tired companions to sleep. They needed their rest for what tomorrow brings, but most of all they needed to rest for the sake of their mind and bodies. Their plight against the Silver Dragons left them all feeling a tad fatigue, more so than others.]

[morehatthanmage.livejournal.com]

[Vivi had been struggling to stay awake and vigilant in case more monsters attacked. He didn't feel safe sleeping, not when there were so many things to have nightmares about in this world. And he felt like a liability sleeping when someone else had to take guard duty.

But he was small and young and it had been an exhausting day. He'd been fighting his hardest not to sleep and just about succeeding but once the music started he slowly began to drift off, curling up tighter and tighter against the evening chill until he toppled to one side gracelessly, asleep.]

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn is indeed exhausted, one of the downsides of being on the front lines of battle. She not at all resent her role, but her body aches and she knew rest is needed. As Edward begins to play, she settles nearby and stretches out, turning her face toward him. The music is a soothing balm to her frayed nerves and she seems to relax while listening to his music, though her eyes to not yet close.]