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Jul. 8th, 2010
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firsttsurugi.livejournal.com[after skimming over this entry and choosing not to say anything, for any night owls, enjoy some noise! some loud destructive noise as Cloud's effortlessly chopping down trees, splitting them in half down the high middle, using Limit Breaks and the like. he's just flat-out trying to exhaust himself. blowing off steam.
trying to see if he could actually increase his endurance beyond what it already was. at least, that's what he was telling himself as he angrily destroyed everything that got in his way. he stops at one large tree in particular, his sword taking on a violent orange glow, as if on fire before he slashes through the trunk with crushing blows. three... and the base fell apart, the large tree falling with a defining crash. this time, he had actually broken a sweat, pushed himself, gotten what he needed to get out.
...and nobody was there. standing up in the middle of the forest, now a small clearing with fallen trees and stumps, Cloud closed his eyes before taking a long breath to calm himself]
...
[and a short huff of a sigh out as he sheathes his sword] Hmph.
trying to see if he could actually increase his endurance beyond what it already was. at least, that's what he was telling himself as he angrily destroyed everything that got in his way. he stops at one large tree in particular, his sword taking on a violent orange glow, as if on fire before he slashes through the trunk with crushing blows. three... and the base fell apart, the large tree falling with a defining crash. this time, he had actually broken a sweat, pushed himself, gotten what he needed to get out.
...and nobody was there. standing up in the middle of the forest, now a small clearing with fallen trees and stumps, Cloud closed his eyes before taking a long breath to calm himself]
...
[and a short huff of a sigh out as he sheathes his sword] Hmph.
mission eleven
Jul. 8th, 2010 01:07 amsquirrelpatrol.livejournal.com[Dug is sitting in the lobby, with his journal out in front of him. one corner has been gnawed on rather lovingly, but other than that, it's in good condition. he's listening to it while gnawing on a bone, and looking around intently, as though he's waiting for someone]
... I wonder what Destiny looks like.
[thanks, Joshua]
... I wonder what Destiny looks like.
[thanks, Joshua]
cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com( GLaDOS' 'Billy' friend. )
[Hank's in town right now, and is somewhere between feeling surprised and not surprised that nobody is eying him weirdly. In a place like Paradisa, strange looking people are probably a dime a dozen, but still.
Other than the occasional bits of tech he comes across, there's not much to look at. So, Hank speaks into his journal.]
We all come from different world's, places, and times. Some are advanced, while are others are undoubtedly more... primitive.
How advanced is yours, when it comes to progress? Technology, industry, politics -- any or all of it, your choice.
What makes your world worthy of existing?
[Hank's in town right now, and is somewhere between feeling surprised and not surprised that nobody is eying him weirdly. In a place like Paradisa, strange looking people are probably a dime a dozen, but still.
Other than the occasional bits of tech he comes across, there's not much to look at. So, Hank speaks into his journal.]
We all come from different world's, places, and times. Some are advanced, while are others are undoubtedly more... primitive.
How advanced is yours, when it comes to progress? Technology, industry, politics -- any or all of it, your choice.
What makes your world worthy of existing?
( oo1 ) | FORWARD DATED TO MIDNIGHT
Jul. 8th, 2010 06:51 amassombris.livejournal.com( nightwing )
[ on the roof of the castle, there's a certain woman in her cowl sitting up there. in fact, you may or may not see her (thanks to the dark!) nor hear her, as she's preoccupied with her thoughts but hey, someone should come and say hello to the one of the newer additions to cair paradisa. ]
[ ooc: HERE YOU GO, SHO. ♥ also open to anyone else but guess who's lame and going to sleep w;alklf;ke I WILL TAG BACK WHEN I GET UP. ]
[ on the roof of the castle, there's a certain woman in her cowl sitting up there. in fact, you may or may not see her (thanks to the dark!) nor hear her, as she's preoccupied with her thoughts but hey, someone should come and say hello to the one of the newer additions to cair paradisa. ]
[ ooc: HERE YOU GO, SHO. ♥ also open to anyone else but guess who's lame and going to sleep w;alklf;ke I WILL TAG BACK WHEN I GET UP. ]
thetop3percent.livejournal.com[He's gotten to the clinic really early, compared to most days, mostly so he can check and recheck some of the stock so he can leave a note for Elle to replace things. It's stupid, but he really doesn't like to deal with this 'wishing' thing, and it's kind of her job.
He's currently running through the medicine, occasionally pausing when he notes something more updated and from his time, determining whether or not they'll help River, before continuing]
[ooc: totally open]
He's currently running through the medicine, occasionally pausing when he notes something more updated and from his time, determining whether or not they'll help River, before continuing]
[ooc: totally open]
♘ | 020 | Room 817 Filter
Jul. 8th, 2010 01:54 pmknightprodigy.livejournal.com[KNOCK KNOCK
He's come to see how Lian is, and also to see if Roy's cooled down enough so that it's safe for Damian to come on over and apologise.]
[OOC: BACK-DATED TO SOMETIME AFTER DAMIAN HAD MORE THAN A LITTLE RUN-IN WITH THE POSSESSIVE-PROTECTIVE NATURE OF THE ARROW FAMILY ON THE 5TH 8|b]
He's come to see how Lian is, and also to see if Roy's cooled down enough so that it's safe for Damian to come on over and apologise.]
[OOC: BACK-DATED TO SOMETIME AFTER DAMIAN HAD MORE THAN A LITTLE RUN-IN WITH THE POSSESSIVE-PROTECTIVE NATURE OF THE ARROW FAMILY ON THE 5TH 8|b]
hammerismywhat.livejournal.com[It's laundry day! Captain Hammer's finishing up a load of blue shirts with his hammer symbol on the front, and the basket's already filled with several pairs of dark blue cargo pants and hammer-pint boxers.]
[The folding seems to be a little hap-hazard and somewhat sloppy]
[He's singing this as he folds, and as he's unwittingly (or entirely purposefully) left the journal sitting open on the dryer, it's quite audible]
[[ooc: open post and journal!]]
[The folding seems to be a little hap-hazard and somewhat sloppy]
[He's singing this as he folds, and as he's unwittingly (or entirely purposefully) left the journal sitting open on the dryer, it's quite audible]
[[ooc: open post and journal!]]
Twenty One
Jul. 8th, 2010 04:48 pmpocketsizedpal.livejournal.com[Filtered to 7]
[Because he promised her he'd keep her informed of these things, Shortpack replicates the drawing 6 recently made into his journal. Then, figuring 7 would be travelling and probably less likely to pick up her journal for a while, decided to get her attention the best way he knew how. Besides, he could talk to her like this on the move, convenience was a beautiful thing]
Uh, hey, 7? I'm giving you a heads-up, 6 has been drawing again.
[Because he promised her he'd keep her informed of these things, Shortpack replicates the drawing 6 recently made into his journal. Then, figuring 7 would be travelling and probably less likely to pick up her journal for a while, decided to get her attention the best way he knew how. Besides, he could talk to her like this on the move, convenience was a beautiful thing]
Uh, hey, 7? I'm giving you a heads-up, 6 has been drawing again.
✖ 01 ~ redux
Jul. 8th, 2010 04:48 pmcommunicated.livejournal.comUm... Guys? Are you here?
[ silence going on near a minute, sans the standard background noise of birds chirping ]
A dream? Or did I enter the spirit world by accident?
[ a pause, then a wooshing sound ]
Nope. My bending works! This is weird. It feels a little too...real to be a dream. I don't have some weird hair style, and I've definitely got pants on.
[ throat clearing ]
Excuse me! Is anyone here? I'm looking for my friends! Katara, Sokka, Toph? Appa? Momo? Suki? Ummm... Zuko? You guys'd know if you've seen the Fire Lord, I'll bet.
[ silence going on near a minute, sans the standard background noise of birds chirping ]
A dream? Or did I enter the spirit world by accident?
[ a pause, then a wooshing sound ]
Nope. My bending works! This is weird. It feels a little too...real to be a dream. I don't have some weird hair style, and I've definitely got pants on.
[ throat clearing ]
Excuse me! Is anyone here? I'm looking for my friends! Katara, Sokka, Toph? Appa? Momo? Suki? Ummm... Zuko? You guys'd know if you've seen the Fire Lord, I'll bet.
Rebel 16: Apartments Available?
Jul. 8th, 2010 05:51 pm1redeye.livejournal.com[Ever since Cloud mentioned moving out, the idea has been nagging at Ragna. Some peace and quiet would be nice. Not to mention a little distance between a certain psychotic little brother couldn't hurt. So Ragna will scribble this message in his journal:]
If anyone knows anything about living outside of the castle, like in the town or something, could you give me a ring? Thanks.
-Ragna
(ooc: Anyone who knows anything about the subject of living in town is free to respond!)
If anyone knows anything about living outside of the castle, like in the town or something, could you give me a ring? Thanks.
-Ragna
(ooc: Anyone who knows anything about the subject of living in town is free to respond!)
-4 pulled from the quiver-
Jul. 8th, 2010 08:31 pmtheotherspeedy.livejournal.com[Damien]
For the record, kid, not everyone here with a bow and arrow's out for your blood. Kids fight, shit happens, it's over. The boys just tend to get a bit overprotective. People have threatened Lian before, so Roy's got a bit of a knee-jerk response.
Try not to take it too personal.
-Speedy (the girl one)
For the record, kid, not everyone here with a bow and arrow's out for your blood. Kids fight, shit happens, it's over. The boys just tend to get a bit overprotective. People have threatened Lian before, so Roy's got a bit of a knee-jerk response.
Try not to take it too personal.
-Speedy (the girl one)
abases.livejournal.com[ There's a clatter of pens being knocked over along with the holder, rolling clatterclack across the wooden top of the table, then silence. But not for long. Slight, barely-there rasping sound of the rough pads of fingers sliding over paper before a smoother, hollower series of quiet taps interrupt the near-silence as he finds the dark tabletop.
Nothing on the pages that he could feel, nothing on the table apart from the pens now scattered all over the surface. There are furnitures, yes. He'd felt them; chair, table, bed. All of them unfamiliar.
Even without seeing, Giovanni is sure that this is a room that he had never been in before.
He says nothing, just slides his hands over the surface of the table, feeling the edges digging into the palms of his hands and gripping harder. Hard enough to feel a stinging pain shooting up the arms. It's nothing much, but it slows his blood down, calms the hackles rising in the back of his neck the choked up feeling in his throat, and the line of his shoulders relaxes a fraction.
And a sigh; short, sharp and hidden. But it's rather more like a huff of breath; an even noise. But there's just an edge of uncertainty, a sliver of some shakiness to the way his breath trails near the end, that speaks of frustration more than anything.
Closing his eyes, gritting his teeth. But what's the use in that? ]
Useless.
[ One word, and that only, before he abruptly pushes himself away from the table, the legs screeching against the floor as the force drags the table flush against the wall. It jolts the book off the edge of the table, and it falls to the floor with a heavy thud, the covers snapping shut and cutting off the feed. ]
Nothing on the pages that he could feel, nothing on the table apart from the pens now scattered all over the surface. There are furnitures, yes. He'd felt them; chair, table, bed. All of them unfamiliar.
Even without seeing, Giovanni is sure that this is a room that he had never been in before.
He says nothing, just slides his hands over the surface of the table, feeling the edges digging into the palms of his hands and gripping harder. Hard enough to feel a stinging pain shooting up the arms. It's nothing much, but it slows his blood down, calms the hackles rising in the back of his neck the choked up feeling in his throat, and the line of his shoulders relaxes a fraction.
And a sigh; short, sharp and hidden. But it's rather more like a huff of breath; an even noise. But there's just an edge of uncertainty, a sliver of some shakiness to the way his breath trails near the end, that speaks of frustration more than anything.
Closing his eyes, gritting his teeth. But what's the use in that? ]
Useless.
[ One word, and that only, before he abruptly pushes himself away from the table, the legs screeching against the floor as the force drags the table flush against the wall. It jolts the book off the edge of the table, and it falls to the floor with a heavy thud, the covers snapping shut and cutting off the feed. ]
12; dictated
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slingshots[Since she kind of doesn't have a normal wardrobe anymore, Carrie will be sitting on a sunny bench in the courtyard in full Catgirl getup. Today it's tiger stripes. She's got one foot up on the opposite knee and it looks like she's working on the mechanics of one of her motorized shoe/skates. The journal's open on the bench next to her for easy dictation.]
You ever wonder if this castle's doing you a favor, snatching you away from home? I mean, really, how often do you get to put everything on hold for a while to sit around in a magic castle with a bunch of spuds you'd never meet otherwise? Not to mention the free sundaes.
[a quiet purr of mechanics and the whir of wheels.] Almost got it...
Anyway. I know I wasn't gone long, castle-side, but I'm back. I missed some of you guys, but there's one or two I definitely remember I could have done without.
You ever wonder if this castle's doing you a favor, snatching you away from home? I mean, really, how often do you get to put everything on hold for a while to sit around in a magic castle with a bunch of spuds you'd never meet otherwise? Not to mention the free sundaes.
[a quiet purr of mechanics and the whir of wheels.] Almost got it...
Anyway. I know I wasn't gone long, castle-side, but I'm back. I missed some of you guys, but there's one or two I definitely remember I could have done without.