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† four [Action]
Jul. 31st, 2011 07:09 pm[All is calm and tranquil outside of community building 7 tonight. Although the town's scenery continues to be less than stable, Ayumu seems to be in great spirits - mostly because the shifts have turned the building's front yard into his favorite graveyard back home, complete with a nice helping of eerie fog. Every so often a sentient mushroom or fanged rabbit will appear, but they only really take a kick to get rid of. The possibilities of what could show up are far from his mind.
That is, until the growling sound alerts him just in time to dodge a paw whistling in his direction. The gravestone he was sitting on explodes in a shower of rubble, and he ducks his head.
Glancing up, he can now see the familiar, menacing, red-eyed bear wearing a school uniform towering over him.]
What is it with bears lately!?
[One Megalo still isn't a problem, though - even if it means he'll probably have to transform. Of course, as soon as that thought arrives, another sound from overhead heralds the appearance of something more. The clouds overhead literally break and a creature swims into view. The whale blows energy from its blowhole, which rains down over the scene and grinds more gravestones into dust.]
...So much for a peaceful night. [he'd left Mysteltainn inside, too...]
That is, until the growling sound alerts him just in time to dodge a paw whistling in his direction. The gravestone he was sitting on explodes in a shower of rubble, and he ducks his head.
Glancing up, he can now see the familiar, menacing, red-eyed bear wearing a school uniform towering over him.]
What is it with bears lately!?
[One Megalo still isn't a problem, though - even if it means he'll probably have to transform. Of course, as soon as that thought arrives, another sound from overhead heralds the appearance of something more. The clouds overhead literally break and a creature swims into view. The whale blows energy from its blowhole, which rains down over the scene and grinds more gravestones into dust.]
...So much for a peaceful night. [he'd left Mysteltainn inside, too...]
