vibrafinal: (pretty)
[Voice; mid-afternoon]

Tell me your favorite color. Be as precise as you wish; I know my shades well, and I need the practice.

[Action;

What exactly he needs to practice will become obvious to anyone present in the plaza after sunset. The fountain is now the center of a circle of lines and patterns of light on the ground. It's not quite large enough to reach the tunnel entrance, but it shifts and changes as Cecil walks around, concentrating. One moment the stones are decorated with red and orange flames; the next, those flames are replaced by criss-crossed lines of white and blue. The show ends at midnight, but he'll happily take requests until then, if anyone has them.]
vibrafinal: (curious)
[The feed starts with a crash, though the impact is rather muffled. It sounds as though the journal fell on grass, with perhaps a small rock or two, but it's hard to tell for certain. The whole view being blocked by stained blue and white armor doesn't help.]

...Well, that could have gone better. Perhaps if I waited more time between the spells- No, that'd ruin the effect...

[The armor finally moves away, as Cecil sits up and turns around and- oh. Of all the times for the journal to turn on, and of all the times for him to be dishevelled and dirty.]

Lovely. I hope not too many of you were paying attention, though I'd not bet on that.

[He grabs the journal and closes it.]

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Cecil Harvey

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