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Melodies of Life Moderators ([personal profile] melodiesmods) wrote in [community profile] melodiesoflife2016-04-22 04:07 pm

Event || The Answer

Characters: All characters who signed-up for the event.
Where: South Continent of Balance (Imperial Territories)
When: April 20th to April 30th.
Summary: The Heroes of Light have lost consciousness and now find themselves in the middle of nowhere, without their Moogles and away from everything they know. They will have to get back home, but what awaits them on the path? For more information, please check the First OOC Post and Second OOC Post.
Warning: Bad things.

Group 01: Team Hijinks House
Group 02: Team Brigands
Group 03: Team Discovery Channel
Group 04: Sephiroth's (In)Sanity Squad
Group 05: Team (Bad) Shipping Advice
Group 06: Team Blue-Haired Lords on Fire
Group 07: Team Mom and Late Sleepers
Group 08: Nothing Bad Will Happen
Group 09: The Hellhounds
Group 10: Loftwings, A Working Title
Group 11: Team Oni
Group 12: Team F.N.T.I²
Group 13: Team Name-In-Progress
Group 14: Team The-Mods-Couldn’t-Brain-A-Name
Group 15: Seraphim Shenanigans
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[personal profile] confidentia 2016-07-09 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ace neither has the answer for the grief-stricken man, nor any intent to retaliate when Ed intervenes to end the dispute. And maybe it's for the better that he does, being the one Santa is much more likely to listen to under such circumstances.

The cadet lets his feet carry him as he climbs up, blasting another array of spells almost instinctively. Whatever he's expected to do, he's prepared to tackle without any signs of protest, if only it means keeping the others alive.

The only way is up, towards the treacherous light… or could it be? Whenever he's not on the lookout for other turrets, his eyes dart back to Santa, in case his teammate in some way decides to surprise him. ]
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[personal profile] 21stcenturyguy 2016-07-10 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Santa growls, but lets Ed drag him away from Ace by his scarf. They gotta keep moving. If he lets himself get killed, who's gonna kick Ace's ass later on?]

Fuck this! [He curses at the next turret. He draws another card for Ace's goddamn deck. It's a Six of Spades, which hits the turret with a physical attack. That better be good enough, or the others better follow it up with something else, because Santa's not slowing down as he races up the platform.]