[I. anniversary] [Thankful that the weather is cooperating today, Amal can be found at the beach during the fireworks show. He's brought a big beach blanket and pillows to lay on, as well as a picnic basket stuffed with homemade snacks that smell pretty damn good. He also has a bottle of champagne and a few extra wineglasses for people who want to share a drink with him, though he's already poured himself a glass.
The humidity, the fireworks, the reflections of the moon and stars on the water accented by the fire in the sky-- it's nostalgic and familiar. He doesn't think about home too often anymore, since home is here, but it's impossible not to when it's been two years to the day since he arrived.]
[II. leviathan] [If one could hear fitting music, this would be playing. It's just an unfortunate thing that Amal can't breathe underwater anymore, not without the crystal mask. Whatever, it's fine. It's fine. It's fine, it's fine-- let's ignore the fact that he's armed with a sword and shield and fuck all for armor, but armor would weigh him down anyway. How is he supposed to throw chakrams underwater? Or use a scythe? Fuck it, it's paladin time. At least he can stab underwater.
He barely manages to dodge out of the way of one of the blasts of water, but all it does is make him more annoyed. As he loses his grip on his temper, little white antlers pop out of his hair, and a red-orange feathery dragon tail can be seen trailing behind him.]
Hey, fishface! I can do that too!
[He lifts his sword hand and summons a blast of holy magic that comes down from nowhere, followed by a big magic sword, followed by even more swords, followed by yet more magic swords.]
Fuck you, you salty bitch!
[Of course, that's when Leviathan sweeps its tail through the water and catches Amal squarely in the middle. He wheezes and goes spinning uncontrollably through the water for a distance, but he manages not to drop his weapon. Just... give him a minute. Which way is up? Woof.]
[III. wildcard] [Got a prompt of your own? Want something not mentioned here? Throughout the city of Atlantis: Amal can be found playing an old-fashioned lyre he 'borrowed' as he watches the water, frequenting the glow in the dark tattoo parlor, and listening in on the storytelling for himself.]
Amal Vasiya (OC) | Final Fantasy XIV | OTA
[Thankful that the weather is cooperating today, Amal can be found at the beach during the fireworks show. He's brought a big beach blanket and pillows to lay on, as well as a picnic basket stuffed with homemade snacks that smell pretty damn good. He also has a bottle of champagne and a few extra wineglasses for people who want to share a drink with him, though he's already poured himself a glass.
The humidity, the fireworks, the reflections of the moon and stars on the water accented by the fire in the sky-- it's nostalgic and familiar. He doesn't think about home too often anymore, since home is here, but it's impossible not to when it's been two years to the day since he arrived.]
[II. leviathan]
[If one could hear fitting music, this would be playing. It's just an unfortunate thing that Amal can't breathe underwater anymore, not without the crystal mask. Whatever, it's fine. It's fine. It's fine, it's fine-- let's ignore the fact that he's armed with a sword and shield and fuck all for armor, but armor would weigh him down anyway. How is he supposed to throw chakrams underwater? Or use a scythe? Fuck it, it's paladin time. At least he can stab underwater.
He barely manages to dodge out of the way of one of the blasts of water, but all it does is make him more annoyed. As he loses his grip on his temper, little white antlers pop out of his hair, and a red-orange feathery dragon tail can be seen trailing behind him.]
Hey, fishface! I can do that too!
[He lifts his sword hand and summons a blast of holy magic that comes down from nowhere, followed by a big magic sword, followed by even more swords, followed by yet more magic swords.]
Fuck you, you salty bitch!
[Of course, that's when Leviathan sweeps its tail through the water and catches Amal squarely in the middle. He wheezes and goes spinning uncontrollably through the water for a distance, but he manages not to drop his weapon. Just... give him a minute. Which way is up? Woof.]
[III. wildcard]
[Got a prompt of your own? Want something not mentioned here? Throughout the city of Atlantis: Amal can be found playing an old-fashioned lyre he 'borrowed' as he watches the water, frequenting the glow in the dark tattoo parlor, and listening in on the storytelling for himself.]