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ioduanlogs2018-08-07 04:47 pm
ilda) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-08-07 04:47 pm
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Ilda’s August Catchall
Characters: Ilda, Padparadscha, Yato, Zephyr, Rutile and YOU
Date: throughout August
Location: all over Aifaran
Situation: dealing with stuff from home, getting arrested, bonding with friends
Warnings/Rating: none so far except some angst and possible mentions of Ilda's sick sister, will add if anything comes up
A • BACK TO BEING JUST HALF A PAIR • Padparadscha • early August
Sitting on her bed that night, Ilda sighs. Empty again. It's not a big bed, so it had actually been cramped when Ivarr was around, but she didn't want to have it any other way. She's missing her family, her twin brother most especially; they've always shared a special bond, and it's a connection not even her closest friends can hope to replicate.
She sniffs, but quickly wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. "I'm not crying over you, you doofus," she mutters under her breath.
B • AIFARAN'S NEXT TOP MODEL • Yato + OPEN • early August
Ilda waits for Yato in the common area of the Dreaming Bridge, with obnoxiously large printouts of assorted models and dresses spread out on the table in front of her. They can just do this in her room, really, but she figures that the attention they'll be attracting — heaven knows they can both get loud when excited — will be beneficial for his wish-granting business. In fact, while waiting, she calls out to anyone passing by, soliciting opinions on the dresses and handing out business cards while she's at it.
C • TO BE A CHILD AGAIN • OPEN • August 8-14
Ilda shrieks as someone seemingly materializes from out of nowhere and crashes into her on the street. With the way she's reacted, one would think that she's been hurt, but the force of the impact hasn't been enough to send her to the ground, so her concern's clearly over something else.
Which is proven when she exclaims, "My yimo!"
D • YOU ARE UNDER ARREST (META 1) • Zephyr • mid-August
Ilda looks both confused and indignant as she finds herself arrested again. The last time had simply been a mistake — there was a gang who'd thought that pranking babysitters and accusing them of kidnapping was a fun idea — but now she's actually sitting in the Sentry's headquarters, handcuffed.
Now, if she'd been taken in for her vandalizing, she'd own up to it. But animal cruelty? All because she kicked the munga that bit her ankle?
"Don't I get a phone call? I'm supposed to get a phone call!" she insists. At least, that's how it works in those recorded productions over on the Lae.
It takes a while, but she finally persuades (*cough*) the arresting officer to hand her yimo back so she can make a call...
... which goes straight to voicemail.
You've reached Zephyr. Well, you haven't reached him. Leave a message.
She practically yells into the yimo, "ZEPHYR IT'S ILDA PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE HELP ME I GOT ARRESTED I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY BECAUSE I WAS JUST DEFENDING MYSELF OKAY SEE YOU BYE!"
E • LET'S TALK ABOUT LOVE, AND MAYBE TALENTS (META 1) • Rutile • mid-August
Ilda waits for Rutile nervously in a café somewhere far away from the Dreaming Bridge; it's one of those cozy types, all pillows and large stuffed animals and colorful decorations, with little neon sticky notes stuck on the booth walls for declarations of love and inspirational messages and all that jazz. When she'd asked to meet them, she didn't really say why, but they'd obliged, perhaps thinking that it's about Zephyr, since she's told them a lot.
She does want to talk about Zephyr, and get some perspective. But she also wants to talk about a more sensitive matter... at least in a café like this, what she might break are only the china.
F • HERE COMES THE STORM-BRINGER (FAITH 2) • OPEN • last week of August
Storm-bringer.
Ilda stares out into the ocean, lost in her thoughts, unflinching under the rain. She doesn't even seem to notice the angry waves crashing against her legs. This storm's hardly as massive as the first, but it's been strangely repetitive, having returned to the exact same spot for how many days now — and ironically where she'd been when the big one struck (on the beach, collecting shells and pretty stones).
She's not thinking about the storm, though; she knows it's going to be over in a few minutes, and having lived in a coastal village all her life, she's familiar with this kind of weather. Her thoughts are further away, back in sleepy little Mellifera, with her family. And Tolunai's reading, a month or so ago now, troubling and uncannily accurate.
The final card is what you must not do, no matter what. If there is a way to save your sister, it won't be by ducking your head down and doing what others do.
She's been trying to not to worry about her family's situation for the past months, keeping herself busy, entertaining herself with the shiny new things of the strange world she's suddenly found herself in. But to receive that reading, then to find her twin brother in the city, with distressing news from home? She's done her best to go back to pretending everything's alright, but it's been so much harder since Ivarr's left.
And now the natives, whispering that she's the fabled Storm-bringer...
Might that be the solution? To become, for the lack of a better term, a goddess of destruction?
Date: throughout August
Location: all over Aifaran
Situation: dealing with stuff from home, getting arrested, bonding with friends
Warnings/Rating: none so far except some angst and possible mentions of Ilda's sick sister, will add if anything comes up
A • BACK TO BEING JUST HALF A PAIR • Padparadscha • early August
Sitting on her bed that night, Ilda sighs. Empty again. It's not a big bed, so it had actually been cramped when Ivarr was around, but she didn't want to have it any other way. She's missing her family, her twin brother most especially; they've always shared a special bond, and it's a connection not even her closest friends can hope to replicate.
She sniffs, but quickly wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. "I'm not crying over you, you doofus," she mutters under her breath.
B • AIFARAN'S NEXT TOP MODEL • Yato + OPEN • early August
Ilda waits for Yato in the common area of the Dreaming Bridge, with obnoxiously large printouts of assorted models and dresses spread out on the table in front of her. They can just do this in her room, really, but she figures that the attention they'll be attracting — heaven knows they can both get loud when excited — will be beneficial for his wish-granting business. In fact, while waiting, she calls out to anyone passing by, soliciting opinions on the dresses and handing out business cards while she's at it.
C • TO BE A CHILD AGAIN • OPEN • August 8-14
Ilda shrieks as someone seemingly materializes from out of nowhere and crashes into her on the street. With the way she's reacted, one would think that she's been hurt, but the force of the impact hasn't been enough to send her to the ground, so her concern's clearly over something else.
Which is proven when she exclaims, "My yimo!"
D • YOU ARE UNDER ARREST (META 1) • Zephyr • mid-August
Ilda looks both confused and indignant as she finds herself arrested again. The last time had simply been a mistake — there was a gang who'd thought that pranking babysitters and accusing them of kidnapping was a fun idea — but now she's actually sitting in the Sentry's headquarters, handcuffed.
Now, if she'd been taken in for her vandalizing, she'd own up to it. But animal cruelty? All because she kicked the munga that bit her ankle?
"Don't I get a phone call? I'm supposed to get a phone call!" she insists. At least, that's how it works in those recorded productions over on the Lae.
It takes a while, but she finally persuades (*cough*) the arresting officer to hand her yimo back so she can make a call...
... which goes straight to voicemail.
You've reached Zephyr. Well, you haven't reached him. Leave a message.
She practically yells into the yimo, "ZEPHYR IT'S ILDA PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE HELP ME I GOT ARRESTED I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY BECAUSE I WAS JUST DEFENDING MYSELF OKAY SEE YOU BYE!"
E • LET'S TALK ABOUT LOVE, AND MAYBE TALENTS (META 1) • Rutile • mid-August
Ilda waits for Rutile nervously in a café somewhere far away from the Dreaming Bridge; it's one of those cozy types, all pillows and large stuffed animals and colorful decorations, with little neon sticky notes stuck on the booth walls for declarations of love and inspirational messages and all that jazz. When she'd asked to meet them, she didn't really say why, but they'd obliged, perhaps thinking that it's about Zephyr, since she's told them a lot.
She does want to talk about Zephyr, and get some perspective. But she also wants to talk about a more sensitive matter... at least in a café like this, what she might break are only the china.
F • HERE COMES THE STORM-BRINGER (FAITH 2) • OPEN • last week of August
Storm-bringer.
Ilda stares out into the ocean, lost in her thoughts, unflinching under the rain. She doesn't even seem to notice the angry waves crashing against her legs. This storm's hardly as massive as the first, but it's been strangely repetitive, having returned to the exact same spot for how many days now — and ironically where she'd been when the big one struck (on the beach, collecting shells and pretty stones).
She's not thinking about the storm, though; she knows it's going to be over in a few minutes, and having lived in a coastal village all her life, she's familiar with this kind of weather. Her thoughts are further away, back in sleepy little Mellifera, with her family. And Tolunai's reading, a month or so ago now, troubling and uncannily accurate.
The final card is what you must not do, no matter what. If there is a way to save your sister, it won't be by ducking your head down and doing what others do.
She's been trying to not to worry about her family's situation for the past months, keeping herself busy, entertaining herself with the shiny new things of the strange world she's suddenly found herself in. But to receive that reading, then to find her twin brother in the city, with distressing news from home? She's done her best to go back to pretending everything's alright, but it's been so much harder since Ivarr's left.
And now the natives, whispering that she's the fabled Storm-bringer...
Might that be the solution? To become, for the lack of a better term, a goddess of destruction?
D
No, really, what.
Zephyr eyes his yimo at arm's length like this will somehow make the message make more sense. How did she get arrested? Why is he the first person she thought to call? These, and many other questions.
But ultimately he can't actually say no to such a heartfelt plea; and before very much longer he is down at the Sentry station, hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders slouched, looking exceptionally and intentionally casual. If it's a misunderstanding, maybe it's been cleared up already; if not, he can at least vouch for her character, or... something. Depends what she's been accused of. Now where's she gotten to...?
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Of course she's thrilled. He actually showed up for her! There'd been a moment in which she thought she should've just called Sheena and risk being yelled at, but hey! Zephyr came through! He's here!
The officer doesn't seem impressed, though. Or maybe she's a little miffed that Ilda has such a good-looking boyfriend. (He's got to be a boyfriend, right?) "You know this kid?" she asks him, poker-faced while the blonde's being all starry-eyed in the background.
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Zephyr runs a hand back through his hair and sighs, resigned to his fate. "Yeah, I know her," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets with a casual slouch which is more or less designed to appear non-threatening. "Pretty harmless, honestly. What's the story here?"
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But it also intensifies her goo-goo-eyed staring at Zephyr.
The officer, on the other hand, just raises an eyebrow at 'harmless'. The blonde might look all sweet and innocent, but looks can be deceiving, and she's pretty sure she'd seen Ilda kick the poor creature. "Animal cruelty. Kicked a munga."
"I did not!" Ilda protests, squirming in her seat; for a moment one might worry she's going to launch herself at the Sentry officer. "It bit my ankle! I just shook it off! What was I supposed to do, let it snack on the rest of my leg?"
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Self-defense is a great case, and that he'll be happy to argue all day. Unless they've specifically got someone who says they saw her attacking a defenseless something or other, Zephyr is pretty sure there's no leg to stand on.
It occurs to him, and he turns to Ilda. "Are you bleeding?" Hurt enough to need actual healing intervention, is what this translates as.