day 212 ♪ closed

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Who: Zia, Zulf, Zahi, Zayna, Rucks, and Raile, or at least some combination thereof
Open: Closed
When: 212
Where: Out and about, but mostly at Zia's BALLIN' NEW ABODE
What: IT'S MOVING DAY
Format: [kanye shrug]

[For the past two days, Zia's been anxiously roaming about the Bastion's eastern edge. Any day now, she kept telling herself, any hour—and this morning she woke up too early, couldn't get back to sleep, and decided to check, just in case.

And there it is, finally built for her: the house is exactly what she wanted, and even more than that now that it's real and in front of her.

Before she does anything else, Zia spends a good half hour running up and down all the hallways, looking over and under every piece of furniture, sitting in every single cushion in the den, and making herself familiar with every inch of her new home, giggling with glee all the while.

Only after she's finished remaking one of the beds after rolling around in it solely to mess up the blankets, just to make it feel a little more like hers, it occurs to her that the others aren't just going to walk in with all their stuff and make themselves cozy. Not without her help, anyway.

And so she's off, running back and forth across the Bastion. She has a lot of visits to make!]

Comments

Zahi & Zayna

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[After all the help she got from Zahi and Zayna, the first thing she wants to do is thank them. They probably want to see how all their efforts worked out, too!

She knocks on their door when she arrives and bounces on the balls of her feet in anticipation while she waits for an answer.]

Zulf

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[For how stubborn her losers dearest friends tend to be, she's long since figured out that Zulf couldn't say no to her if he tried.

As such, he'll be the first she drags over. Start small and work her way up.

Too excited for things like basic social courtesies, she marches without announcement into his tent, takes a moment to thoughtfully survey the area, and leans over to scoop up an armful of pillows and blankets.]

It's moving day! [And with that, she turns around and marches right out.

Thanks, Zia.]

1/???

[fuckthemancers]

Ah- hello Zia, do you need something-?

[You sure are suddenly in his tent after all]

[fuckthemancers]

[wait]

[fuckthemancers]

[Wait okay hold on here-]

Hold on-

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[Did she just jack some of his things?]

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[what the hell just happened]

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ZIA!

[His brain seems to finally snap out of the shock, and he starts to scramble up onto his feet.]

ok i'm done

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ZIA, WHERE ARE WE MOVING, I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS!

[Zia has acquired one (1) Ura loser, +10 to diplomacy and +5 to angst.]

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Agree now or you're not getting your stuff back! [She calls that over her shoulder because she's already gained a considerable lead, given that at about the same time Zulf's brain started to work again, she broke into a run (more like a half-jog so as not to drop anything but still).

And that's all she says, instead just giggling all the way to the new house. Bouncing in place, she waits just outside the closed door.]

Can you get the door for me? It's unlocked!

[fuckthemancers]

I can replace those, you realize!

[Fortunately for Zulf, he has obnoxiously long legs on him, a fact which is often missed by the fact that he wears skirts 24/7. He hikes them up a bit to give chase, slowing down only when the house comes into view.]

What is this?

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A house. [thanks, zia] Can you get the door? My hands are full. [She giggles again, shifting the pile of blankets in her arms.]

[fuckthemancers]

[That earns her a deadpan look before he finally handles the door.]

Why?

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My arms are full because they are full of your things, because it's moving day and they need to be moved and brought inside. [And she waltzes right in, very nearly skipping down the hall to where the bedroom doors are.]

[fuckthemancers]

I meant why are we at a random house and you know it!

[And of course he follows in because... Yeah, she has him nailed that he can't actually refuse her anything.]

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Because it's moving day! [She even sings it, complete with a little twirl that ends with a stumble as she readjusts the stuff in her arms so as not to drop anything and catches her balance.] You can have either of the bedrooms on this wall. Do you want the one with the window by the garden? Well, there isn't a garden yet, but I'm going to work on that.

[fuckthemancers]

...You're going to ignore everything I say or ask until I just go along with this, aren't you?

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Pick one so I can put these down! [That means yes.]

[fuckthemancers]

...Yes, the one by the garden sounds nice.

Zia, is this what you were gathering up all those shards for?

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[She skips over to stand outside the far bedroom.] The door, please! [And okay, since he's spent so long humoring her, she may as well actually talk to instead of at him.] Yes! It took a while, but I finally got enough.

[fuckthemancers]

[Now that she's finally talking to him, he seems to relax a little bit.]

Why not ask the rest of us for help? We could have gotten enough shards a lot quicker if we worked together.

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I wanted it to be a surprise. And I figured that if I saved all the shards up myself, no one could say no when I asked them to move in. Hey, the dooooooor!

[fuckthemancers]

[He'll finally get the door OKAY gosh]

I'd find that a lot more touching if it wasn't so nefarious.

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Well, if you're going to call me names, I won't show you what's downstairs. [Clearly a blatant lie, because as soon as she drops the stuff in her arms in a haphazard pile on top of the bed, she scrambles to the trapdoor at the side of the room. She hefts it open and hustles down the stairs.] Come on!

[fuckthemancers]

It's practically a compliment, I'll have you know!

[Sort of, anyway. But, bit by bit, he's being chipped down and hurries after her, curious against his own will.]

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[She jumps right down the last couple of steps, only just managing to to keep herself from falling. Beaming, she twirls aside so that Zulf can get by and see the whole den: furnished to Zahi and Zayna's approval (and not a wooden chair in sight among all those cushions despite the suggestion; if the rest of her losers wanted chairs, they could sit upstairs), patterned with stripes, and excessively plush. A proper Ura den if there ever was one.]

Tah-dah!

[fuckthemancers]

[Even if Zia doesn't fall, Zulf nearly does when he tries to lunge when he thinks she's about to and just barely catches himself. There's a worrying and admonishing look sent her way before he gets distracted.]

...Oh.

[It's very faint, and he seems rather stunned before slowly moving further in, taking a look over everything. It seems like he's just going to be spaced out for a good five more minutes if not longer before he suddenly twists around to grab a hold of Zia to pull her tightly into a hug.]

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[And she's happy as can be to just let him stare for as long as he wants until she's brought into that hug.

Success.

Laughing, delighted, she returns the embrace.] It had to be a surprise. It's at least mostly accurate, right? I mean, I couldn't tell myself...

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It's fantastic.

[His voice is a bit muffled; he might be speaking into one of her flowers.]

How'd you know?

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Zayna and Zahi helped me with the specifics. I knew we had to have one, and I wanted it to be as perfect as it could be.

[fuckthemancers]

Going to have to thank them somehow...

[He might need to be pried off from this hug with a crowbar eventually, Zia, he hopes you realize this]

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[Prying out of hugs? Naahhhh, she's just gonna make herself comfy.]

I think I accidentally gave Zahi permanent visiting rights, so that's a start. Are you just going to keep gaping at it or are we going to get the rest of your stuff in here?

[fuckthemancers]

I'm not gaping at it. [He's still hugging you, after all.] How do you plan on getting Raile in here? He'll be more stubborn than I am.

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[She tenses, just for the short second it takes her to realize that she has.] Step one was asking you. Step two is going to be convincing Rucks, and then we all gang up on Raile.

[fuckthemancers]

Can't we just make Rucks sleep out in the garden? I'll get to mock him every morning when I wake up, it'll be refreshing.

[It's a joke, he swears.]

[...Okay partially a joke.]

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Zulf. [Prying out of that hug now so she can huff and pout at him!!! And then she starts to scurry back to the stairs.] Are we going to finish moving your things or what?

[fuckthemancers]

I'm not being serious!

[But yes, he is definitely hurrying right after her. In the space of ten minutes, he's gone from indignantly yelling to being swept right up into this. Incredible.]

We should stop by the distillery first- there's a cart we can use! All we have to do is tie the Rattle-tails to it.

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Don't be rude! [She scurries up the stairs and out the door, prattling all the while.] Ooh, you should look at the bookshelf in the living room upstairs when you have a chance. I haven't been able to see what books it came with yet. That's a great idea, though! Let's get the cart and the birds and bring everything over!

[fuckthemancers]

I can look after we've guilt tripped Raile into living here, it's not going to go anywhere!

[Zulf sticks his fingers in his mouth and gives a loud whistle before he continues to follow Zia.]

Do you think we should just take his things as well before he has a chance to protest?

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Oh, and I'm "nefarious"! Hmph. Yes, we might as well.

[fuckthemancers]

I told you it was a compliment!

[And that's around the time when the Rattle-tail swarm comes into play, coming around the corner in a mass of white and happily joining the pair.]

Now for the cart- do you want to go to my tent and I'll get it?

[followsthevoice]

*Thud*

[The sound of stone hitting soft earth rattled through the air as a familiar face tossed a large and odd looking mask of some sort next to his bed roll before taking a seat himself.

There had been a score to settle out on Trigger Hill.

Last time, he hadn't seen that Lunkhead coming and it had almost gotten the best of him. This time, things had been different; this time, Raile had been on the hunt and years of repressed anger had come down like a righteous fury the likes the creature had never seen before.

Now he had not only proof of his victory, but also something to give his Bullhead Shield some added protection; it had been in dire need of an upgrade for a while now, and this was as good a reason as any to start the project.

He had a lot of projects going at the moment. Projects kept him busy, kept him and his mind moving, kept him from feeling the stabbing in his chest. Work was a release and so he buried himself in it with great abandon. New scars adorned his arms, joining the many already there from his labors; each one a story he'd rather forget.

Right now though, despite his wishes, his body needed rest; so he placed his back against the tree he'd chosen for shade and stared out into the sky as he often did with a vacant gaze. Maybe he'd get some Werewhiskey later...but for now, he would stay put.]