( MINGLE - WEEK 2 )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: 40 The sun is shining, the air conditioner units hum as they always do, and a gentle morning breeze blows against the windows. The scent of pine cones and evergreen follow you wherever you go in the motel, save for the parking lot and outdoor pool. It seems like someone was very generous with the detergent while moping the floors. The two grandfather clocks (one on each floor) will ring with each passing hour, indicating the time of day without fail. With this knowledge — they'll note the motel will continue to be surrounded by fog until 8:00 AM on the dot. It is at that hour that the fog will begin to recede. Not enough to reveal the whole city, but enough to allow residents to explore some of the buildings surrounding the motel. And speaking of the motel, it seems like the Storage room has unlocked itself overnight. How quaint. Welcome to Week 2's mingle, everyone! As of this week, we are now accepting murder proposals. If you're interested in having your character murder someone this week, please send in your proposal before Tuesday, 9:00 PM EST. We'll be contacting you on plurk over the week to finalize the details, or ask for rescheduling if necessary. As always, feel free to PM us or send us a PP over plurk if you have any questions! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll has never done any physical strength training, and so... he's finding himself feeling quite nervous. He is, of course, in his regular clothing, though the top part of cloak wasn't present for ease of movement. ]

Alright, I shall.

[ He'll step forward and make a punch, aimed towards the other male's chest. Honestly, when or if it connects, it probably won't feel like very much... ]

[lohengrins]

[ percival simply looks down at the fist planted against his chest — his gaze meet's knolls, clearly deadpan.

he then shakes his head and sneers. ]

That tickled.

[ suddenly, percival draws near him and grips him by the arm. ]

Thumb in. [ he nudges it in himself. ] Knuckles up, palms down. You never attack using the strength of your arms — it's a joined effort. Your hip turns, not your arm.

[ percival finally pulls away, but without a moment's notice he begins to run. ]

I'm testing your stamina next. Follow me for as long as you're able.

[rextenebrae]

[ He jumps a bit and barely resists making a noise of surprise when the man gripped him. Though, he manages to listen, watch the other male's instructions intently, and nod in understanding. ]

... I'll try my best.

[ And try Knoll does, but in comparison to other mages in Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones' time, for some reason dark mages move the slowest. So, needless to say, he has difficulty keeping up, and he's not very close (the distance widens about around fifteen minutes) to the other man, but...he's still running so it's something.

Then about around twenty-five minutes he needs to stop. ]

Ha...ha.