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entrancelogs2013-08-19 02:16 pm
vitalityaura) wrote in entrancelogs2013-08-19 02:16 pm
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Who: Elsword & OPEN
Where: Mostly outside, or heading outside from the mansion
When: Early mornings during the event (16th~19th) but also the event in general I guess
Rating: ????? who knows but probably not too terrible
Summary: EVENT CATCH-ALL feel free to use actiontags if you want btw I don't care
The Story:
Elsword practising his swordplay in the courtyard was hardly an unusual sight. He was diligent about his training, if nothing else, though he'd long fallen out of the habit of waking up bright and early for it. Balance became an issue once he started studying magic. With only so many hours in the day to work with, he had to dedicate more time to the thing he needed more help with. He still kept to his routine as best he could, of course, though the hour got pushed ahead by quite a bit as the years went on.
But lately, his mornings were much earlier, and his training sessions longer. The practised motions had changed as well, more precise and controlled, with both hands gripping the hilt rather than one free for casting runes. He wore heavy armour everywhere instead of that array of leather and belts that could barely be called clothing at all. The expression he wore was harder as well, more reserved, and far from his old cheeriness. Before it was hard to get him to shut up—now you'd be hard pressed to get him to start a conversation at all.
He kept to himself for the event, mostly, though it wasn't hard to find him if you looked.
Where: Mostly outside, or heading outside from the mansion
When: Early mornings during the event (16th~19th) but also the event in general I guess
Rating: ????? who knows but probably not too terrible
Summary: EVENT CATCH-ALL feel free to use actiontags if you want btw I don't care
The Story:
Elsword practising his swordplay in the courtyard was hardly an unusual sight. He was diligent about his training, if nothing else, though he'd long fallen out of the habit of waking up bright and early for it. Balance became an issue once he started studying magic. With only so many hours in the day to work with, he had to dedicate more time to the thing he needed more help with. He still kept to his routine as best he could, of course, though the hour got pushed ahead by quite a bit as the years went on.
But lately, his mornings were much earlier, and his training sessions longer. The practised motions had changed as well, more precise and controlled, with both hands gripping the hilt rather than one free for casting runes. He wore heavy armour everywhere instead of that array of leather and belts that could barely be called clothing at all. The expression he wore was harder as well, more reserved, and far from his old cheeriness. Before it was hard to get him to shut up—now you'd be hard pressed to get him to start a conversation at all.
He kept to himself for the event, mostly, though it wasn't hard to find him if you looked.