escordvi | Open | A Skull Full of Ice

Who: Clive and Others
Status: Opened with various closed threads
Where: Here and there
What: MANTA Board and prepping for this big day!
Warnings: None, but will update

I. A Little Rebuilding

[ Things were beginning to escalate quickly.

Not only where the rumbles becoming more frequent, it was causing damages as far as the eye could see. At first it was just a broken stall here or there, but eventually entire structures seem to give in from the unstable ground beneath them.

Clive, given his new found role of "carpenter" and "chocobo's groundkeeper" had made it a point to carry along his newly acquired tools, and getting right to work. ]

Mind handing me that piece over there?

[ The man calls from above, settling his body against the top of a mismatched stall roof. From the look of his handiwork, it seemed to be a bit of a rushed job, so any opportunity to provide assistance would be greatly appreciated! ]

II. Light It Up

[ Repairing could only do so much. With the continuous rumbles of a frozen Leviathan, the structures going up would only last for so long. It was time to aim for the source.

And so Clive, given the power of fire notably on his side, is seen around various areas starting up one contained fire after the next. Each flame is produced with simple means, but when those resources began to dwindle it was by his own hand that the sparks flew to life.

There's an ever so slight wince across his features when a palm is pressed onto the ground, igniting its base with a dark red hue. ]

It's alright... you will feel better soon.

[ There's only so much one man can do, though. ]

III. Wildcard

[ I'm open to any and all other MANTA Board postings, so if you'd like a different one you can just post it here! All other shenanigans are welcomed, too. ]

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[ Clive had never cared for appearances— it was never something required of him since his boyhood, and the military or Hideaway never paid mind while the world was under fire. Yet here, now, in this peaceful moments the consideration made itself known.

He wanted to look his best for Jill, and bring aware of his own short comings when it comes to grooming himself in a proper fashion.... Well, maybe he did need Cid's help.

So, upon the other man's suggestion, Clive is peering at him tentatively as they walk through a busy roadside, his expression unreadable. ]

You've been here before, yes?

[ Just... making sure they trust the person planning on getting so close to his face- ]

[He just laughs at Clive's uncertainty.]

You look as if I'm taking you to the butcher than a barber.

[A hearty smack to his back.]

Relax, I wouldn't take you somewhere I couldn't vouch myself. I don't go so often since I can take care of myself, but I do when I need a bit of a trim for my hair.

[ Outings with Joshua were not uncommon, welcomed even, yet standing outside of a tailor's storefront on this day has the older man feeling a little uneasy.

He glances idly at the display window, eyes tracing over the neatly pressed and fitted suit at the entrance, before giving his brother a downward glance. ]

I don't suppose they will have anything in my size right away?

[ He comments, trying to break the air of tension he felt creeping in. ]

[Joshua has a lovely habit of asking his brother to do all sorts of things with him. It could be the most mundane thing to slaying basilisks in swamps, Joshua always appreciates time with his brother.

That is why today is no different. Save for the fact that this outing is ... particularly special!

He laughs softly and claps a hand on his brother's shoulder.]

You've crossed blades with beings that could sunder our very star. You've wrestled with fate, stared death in the eye. And yet... Here you stand, pale as a wraith and trembling like a green squire before his first tourney.

[It's okay, Clive!! You can do it!!]

Do not worry, I'm sure we will find you something you can be proud to wear.

Open | A Skull Full of Ice

Closed to Cid — Shave Day!

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Closed to Joshua — Brotherly Bonding

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