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Mission 23 [voice/action]
Dec. 18th, 2011 07:13 pm[It's official: Erza hates Christmas. Not a Grinch-like level of hatred, mind you, but in Luceti, it seems to be a terrible time of year for her. Gray had been brought home a few weeks ago, which did little to help her mood, so she had decided to spend more time with Natsu. Those two had been so far ahead of her, and she wanted to find out what she had missed. Now, it seems that Natsu's gone as well. She had tried sending him a filtered message to him through the journal, but the filter broke, confirming her fears. It did not help matters that Natsu had been sent home at the same time last year.]
[Voice]
For those of you who knew Natsu... I can't do this. Not again. [She slams the journal shut, but it should be easy to guess how she was going to finish that sentence.]
[A few minutes later, she opens it up again, having taken time to compose herself.] How are we supposed to feel when our friends get sent home? It's good that they've made it out of here, but... it's hard not to miss them when they're gone.
[For the rest of the day, she'll be at the Battle Dome in the afternoon, smashing anything she can have conjured up while in a berserk rage, and at Seventh Heaven in the evening, drowning her sorrows. She'll probably be quite noisy by that point, but ask her to quiet down at your own peril.]
[Voice]
For those of you who knew Natsu... I can't do this. Not again. [She slams the journal shut, but it should be easy to guess how she was going to finish that sentence.]
[A few minutes later, she opens it up again, having taken time to compose herself.] How are we supposed to feel when our friends get sent home? It's good that they've made it out of here, but... it's hard not to miss them when they're gone.
[For the rest of the day, she'll be at the Battle Dome in the afternoon, smashing anything she can have conjured up while in a berserk rage, and at Seventh Heaven in the evening, drowning her sorrows. She'll probably be quite noisy by that point, but ask her to quiet down at your own peril.]
