Who: Lea and Aqua in one thread, Lea and anyone in the others
When: After the memory event, but before the next Isle trip
Where: Various places, see thread prompts
What: Now that the days are getting longer and the possibility of not being stuck inside any more looks imminent, Lea is feeling motivated. Time to get things done, some of which he's been putting off for awhile.
Warnings: Feels probably in the thread with Aqua. Otherwise, we'll see.
Fire And Water- Closed to Aqua
Another training session in the gym, virtually indistinguishable from most of the others since they'd been stuck inside. Though, this time, Lea hung back afterwards, looking thoughtful. "Aqua?", he said. "If you've got a few minutes, there's some things I want to talk to you about." Magitek For Fun And Profit
Lea reading isn't that rare of a sight, but when one does spot him, he's usually curled up in one of the library's comfy chairs or stretched out the common room sofa with a cup of tea and either a stack of comic books or a YA novel or two. But today, Lea's seated at one of the library's tables. The cup of tea is still present nearby but his attitude is different, as is his choice of reading material. The book open in front of him looks more like a textbook or other nonfiction title than anything else, and he has a open notebook and pen right at hand, occasionally pausing in his reading to note things down. What is it that could have given Lea of all people the urge to study?Let The Sun Shine In
Lea was walking through the greenhouse, but at present, his focus wasn't on any of the plants. Instead, he was looking up, carefully directing his magic to melt any lingering patches of snow on the roof. He knew his way around well enough to avoid stepping on any flowerbeds or bumping into tables, planters, or equipment racks. Most of the time, the only interruption might be if the ent got a little too curious about his hair, but that had mostly been solved by a few well placed colorful bangles hung from the ceiling on strings. But looking up does tend to make it easy to run into people or other non-stationary obstacles that might be on the walkways. Assuming you're not just trying to figure out what he's looking at. Let There Be Light
Lea was rummaging through one of the supply closets, apparently looking for something. And without much success, by the sound of it. "Come on, they've gotta be here someplace," he said. "You'd think a school like this would have a whole crate or something of spares sitting around, but nooo..."
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"That's good control, however I would appreciate it if you not step on Cassidy," Grey said dryly.
Cassidy was sitting on the ground, working with a plant and hadn't noticed Lea almost upon her any more than Lea had noticed her.
But Grey, even when dealing with plants, always had Cassie's safety foremost in his mind.
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"And thanks. When your thing is fire, control is important. After all, a few sparks in the wrong place and...", he made a 'poof' gesture, "there goes the neighborhood. Literally."
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CW: war mentions, death mentions
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Xion would have preferred being somewhere else with Axel and Roxas and talking to them. But at least in here Axel wasn't talking to anyone more than he was to them, and he wasn't making her talk. She'd take what she could get. She didn't really want to sit on a chair where she could be seen, so she was sitting under the table, resting against his legs, listening to the soft sounds of pages turning and pen scratching, very nearly asleep. Her cat was curled in his lap. When had the cat gotten there? Who could say.
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Xion herself, meanwhile, was less prone to popping up in odd places. Or anyplace where other people might be really, if she could avoid it. So while the fact that she was in the library with him was somewhat surprising, the fact that she was hiding under the table was less so. Though he wasn't about to tell her that the odd position just made her more conspicuous to anyone approaching them in the well lit library. She seemed to still be under the impression that her Organization coat helped somehow when it came to hiding, so hopefully figuring out that it was otherwise for herself might convince her to ditch it where his encouragement could not.
Eventually though, he had to stretch a bit. He did so carefully, so he wouldn't kick her or fully dislodge the cat, but it was sure to wake them up regardless.
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Good place to wrap maybe?
Sounds good to me, TY for the thread.
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"Whole crate of what? Goodness 101 textbooks?"
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Prompto had been spending a fair amount of time in the library, and so was used to seeing Lea in passing on his way to his favourite seat by the window. So when he entered the library and saw the redhead tucked into a table and scrawling out notes he was a bit curious. He stepped closer and cleared his throat quietly. He neither wanted to startle the man, or interrupt his train of thought, just announce his presence. Once Lea acknowledged him he'd ask what the other was reading.
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CW: panic attacks, flashbacks, possible violence and death
His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and instinctively, his wings had snapped in, folding impossibly flat against his back. His left hand was vicelike around the barcode on his wrist.
Phantom hands grabbed at his arms, his wings, holding him down. If Lea knew what he was- Was that why he was reading up on the topic? Did he suspect?
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could be a bit of vague body horror, just a forewarning
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