10/29 --- Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve?????

[gluttoning]

Who: ??? & you!
What: Something's starting...
Where: Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve (Twilight Shoreline)
When: Sunday, 10/29
Warnings: Will be added as needed.

( Perhaps intrigued by the mail allegedly sent by CC Corp, perhaps visiting the Shoreline by chance, gating into the Area goes as it always does, until the music stays cut for longer than it should, and the black, liminal transition screen lingers for a little too long. The seconds tick on. They near turn to minutes. You can't struggle, you can't argue— you can only simply be, and it occurs to you that maybe you'll be trapped midway here, conscious, for maybe forever.

And then you hear static. Your vision warps; pixels strain into words, blurred and unstable. You see them combat for your attention; you see— )



( And then you load in. )

( POST NAVIGATION )
( Sign-in Comment (Mandatory) • How to Play • Mechanics

Phase 1 • Round 1 • Round 2 • Round 3 • Round 4 • Round 5 • Round 6

Phase 2 • Round 7 • Round 8 • Round 9 • Round 10 •
Round 11 • Round 12

Epilogue )

Comments

[tylorific]

[ Tylor notices, but he's busy trying to tank through the fight. To keep as many people alive as he can. In part because he doesn't remember any other role, and at least in this way he is just grateful to be useful. How could anyone be sad in the face of that? Not in this armor.

He can't help but glance and know there is nothing he can do to help until this is all over. Not beyond the drop of a stray potion or healing item. Tanks are not healers, and he has become increasingly loyal to the ideals of playing true to the role. An operative, a friend, but one that showed up late too.

And once it is over, by the time Tylor's leg is splinted, he knows he won't be helping anyone. So if Em looks over at Tylor any time after the fight and before he runs after, he gets a nod and perhaps a little wave from Tylor. Because his smile may be dumb, but he understands.

He'd rather they do what's important to their goals, not be there to watch him smile and dig his fingers into the sand beneath him. Because there's no way he can help them without slowing them down. He'd urge them all on ahead without him anyway. Right or wrong, he believes they already know he would. That he doesn't need to say it. The best thing he can do for everyone is to sit here and watch life go on, even if it breaks his heart just a little.

A good team player, like any good guild member. ]

[insinning]

[The chaos of the battle had drawn them away from each other, of course. They're both tanks, both meant to be shields for others. If it weren't for Michel, he would have been by Tylor's side instantly. But Tylor's understanding - maybe too understanding - so with one last nod at Tylor and a wave, he runs off to hunt Michel down before it's maybe too late.

Tomorrow, he promises himself. Tomorrow]