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nobodypyro8.livejournal.comThe decorations made him vaguely homesick, and more aware of the entire lack of his heart, like a phantom limb that still ached for something he couldn't quite remember.
( This is Halloween, everybody make a scene/ Trick or Treat 'til the neighbour's gonna die of fright... )
((Fairly open RP. Feel free to come bug him about whatever, or ask him what's wrong. I'm not sure if this counts as a warning, but this thread deals mostly with Axel's past, which if you know KH2 you'll know that the canon on such is pretty much nil, so whatever he hints at/tells you will be from a fanon past agreed by me and Dem-mun. Hope that's okay.))
( This is Halloween, everybody make a scene/ Trick or Treat 'til the neighbour's gonna die of fright... )
((Fairly open RP. Feel free to come bug him about whatever, or ask him what's wrong. I'm not sure if this counts as a warning, but this thread deals mostly with Axel's past, which if you know KH2 you'll know that the canon on such is pretty much nil, so whatever he hints at/tells you will be from a fanon past agreed by me and Dem-mun. Hope that's okay.))
Census-taking
Oct. 18th, 2007 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caycepCayce glared at her notes.
She'd gotten sloppy, she realized; she hadn't been keeping up with the new arrivals nearly as well as she should, and she hadn't updated the park census in forever. Which meant it was time to do this the easy way.
So a large sheet of paper went up on the park bulletin board.
Hi everyone.
As some of you know, I've been keeping track of the population of the park, just so that we know who's here and where we can find them. I need to update my records, so please put your name and where you live on this sheet.
Also, if there is anyone you know of whois missing you haven't seen in a while, mail me privately.
Thanks for your help,
Cayce Pollard
Starcade, Tomorrowland
She'd gotten sloppy, she realized; she hadn't been keeping up with the new arrivals nearly as well as she should, and she hadn't updated the park census in forever. Which meant it was time to do this the easy way.
So a large sheet of paper went up on the park bulletin board.
Hi everyone.
As some of you know, I've been keeping track of the population of the park, just so that we know who's here and where we can find them. I need to update my records, so please put your name and where you live on this sheet.
Also, if there is anyone you know of who
Thanks for your help,
Cayce Pollard
Starcade, Tomorrowland
Tags:
- adam,
- adams,
- ash,
- axel,
- aziraphale,
- barbiel,
- barnabas,
- bernard,
- boba,
- carrot,
- cat,
- cayce,
- chii,
- control,
- crichton,
- daniel,
- dean,
- doctor,
- duckula,
- duzell,
- fay,
- fred,
- harvey,
- hot streak,
- james potter,
- jonathan,
- kira,
- kohaku,
- kon,
- leon,
- letter,
- logan,
- master,
- michael,
- percy,
- psyche,
- rukia,
- setsuna,
- sirius,
- skaffen,
- starbuck,
- sunshine,
- susan,
- tony,
- una,
- virgil
Bulletin Announcement from Demyx
Sep. 26th, 2007 10:34 pmnine-musicnotes.livejournal.com((And so Demyx commences his great journey to find an instrument...))
A letter on unlined white paper with the wax seal of a Nobody insignia on the left corner is tacked to the park bulletin board. The script is clean, straight, impeccably neat and easy to read. The note is folded and signed in red ink:
Hey guys. I don't think I need to be to formal anymore about these sorts of things...
Anyway, I'm looking for a fine new instrument if anyone comes across a well built and nice sounding guitar. Either that, or I'm looking for some fine wood, preferably Mahogany, Oak, Spruce or something of that sort and some sharp woodworking tools.
I'm willing and able to work for said items, and wouldn't scorn the opportunity to find some other musicians in the area if that's possible. I remember meeting at least one, but I kind of forget things... Anyway, I'm getting off-track again.
If you have any notable leads, I'd be very appreciative.
~ Number IX, The Melodious Nocturne, Demyx.
P.S.
I’m really, really picky, so if you do find something, can I have a look at it before all the arrangements? Thanks in advance.
A letter on unlined white paper with the wax seal of a Nobody insignia on the left corner is tacked to the park bulletin board. The script is clean, straight, impeccably neat and easy to read. The note is folded and signed in red ink:
Hey guys. I don't think I need to be to formal anymore about these sorts of things...
Anyway, I'm looking for a fine new instrument if anyone comes across a well built and nice sounding guitar. Either that, or I'm looking for some fine wood, preferably Mahogany, Oak, Spruce or something of that sort and some sharp woodworking tools.
I'm willing and able to work for said items, and wouldn't scorn the opportunity to find some other musicians in the area if that's possible. I remember meeting at least one, but I kind of forget things... Anyway, I'm getting off-track again.
If you have any notable leads, I'd be very appreciative.
~ Number IX, The Melodious Nocturne, Demyx.
P.S.
I’m really, really picky, so if you do find something, can I have a look at it before all the arrangements? Thanks in advance.
Application for The Master, Doctor Who
Sep. 26th, 2007 07:05 pmhear-the-drums.livejournal.comArranging universal domination... was not as easy as it looked.
Okay, that was complete bullocks. It was very easy. Also fun, convenient and –so satisfyingly destructive after that endless stasis– surprisingly simple to set on autopilot once all the essentials were put in place. Also oddly merciful this time around; he was saving two great civilizations from terrible fates, after all. How could that not be –and it isn't, it's only to save his precious mind from it, the drums, the neverending– merciful? –da-da da-da, da-da da-da–
Well, the Doctor didn't seem to think so. Then again, they rarely –never– agreed on anything, and the Doctor's opinion didn't matter so much now that he was in the doghouse. Literally.
( I could make tea, or is that not American enough? )
((Well, folks, you've met the good Doctor. Now meet his archnemesis - the Master. Yes, it does sound very kinky. Because it kinda is.... But I digress. I should warn those who are only familiar with Classic Who, this regeneration of the Master is a little different from the ones you've been used to; he's about 90% kooky-er and much less vampiric. Still just as evil, though. For more info, see his profile. The Master was taken some time between The Sounds of Drums and Last of the Time Lords, the last two episodes of season 3. Also, it would be great if no one mentioned the Doctor just yet. ;) Oh, and this would be Crichton-mun. *waves*))
Okay, that was complete bullocks. It was very easy. Also fun, convenient and –so satisfyingly destructive after that endless stasis– surprisingly simple to set on autopilot once all the essentials were put in place. Also oddly merciful this time around; he was saving two great civilizations from terrible fates, after all. How could that not be –and it isn't, it's only to save his precious mind from it, the drums, the neverending– merciful? –da-da da-da, da-da da-da–
Well, the Doctor didn't seem to think so. Then again, they rarely –never– agreed on anything, and the Doctor's opinion didn't matter so much now that he was in the doghouse. Literally.
( I could make tea, or is that not American enough? )
((Well, folks, you've met the good Doctor. Now meet his archnemesis - the Master. Yes, it does sound very kinky. Because it kinda is.... But I digress. I should warn those who are only familiar with Classic Who, this regeneration of the Master is a little different from the ones you've been used to; he's about 90% kooky-er and much less vampiric. Still just as evil, though. For more info, see his profile. The Master was taken some time between The Sounds of Drums and Last of the Time Lords, the last two episodes of season 3. Also, it would be great if no one mentioned the Doctor just yet. ;) Oh, and this would be Crichton-mun. *waves*))
Application: The Doctor, Doctor Who
Sep. 16th, 2007 01:33 pma-lonely-god.livejournal.comHe is strong for Martha, because after all that he has asked of her, after how strong she has been for him –he believes in luck, even now, and he thinks ‘I’ve been lucky’ and knows that it is a curse– how can he not be so in return?
And she’s right, she is good. She’s more than good, she’s brilliant, amazing, –fantastic even– and he wants to tell her, but the words are caught in the back of his throat along with ‘don’t go’ and ‘I need you’ and thank you ‘for saving me.’ He wishes he could have found a way to say them before now, back when it mattered, back when they were just as true as they are now but would have meant so much more because she needed them and because he had to be brave to say them.
But he’s always been a coward, although he does manage ‘thank you’ and can almost think that she understands what he means. And then she’s gone –they always choose to leave him in the end, except for Rose who'd promised him forever and he'd believed her and now he can't go and get her back because she's not here to make him believe in the impossible– with only the mobile left behind, and he’s started the dematerialization cycle, sending the TARDIS off into the Vortex; the vast, encompassing, blanket safety –crawling off to hide and lick his wounds– of the Vortex.
( Did type 40’s even come with manuals? )
((This is the Doctor, from BBC's new series of Doctor Who. He's a 900-and-some-odd year old alien with two hearts who travels in time (and space) in a time machine that looks like a 1950's police box. He's also a genius and more than slightly manic. For more info, see his profile.
I've taken the Doctor from the end of "Last of the Time Lords," so spoilers for everything up through Season 3. And this is Daniel-mun again.))
And she’s right, she is good. She’s more than good, she’s brilliant, amazing, –fantastic even– and he wants to tell her, but the words are caught in the back of his throat along with ‘don’t go’ and ‘I need you’ and thank you ‘for saving me.’ He wishes he could have found a way to say them before now, back when it mattered, back when they were just as true as they are now but would have meant so much more because she needed them and because he had to be brave to say them.
But he’s always been a coward, although he does manage ‘thank you’ and can almost think that she understands what he means. And then she’s gone –they always choose to leave him in the end, except for Rose who'd promised him forever and he'd believed her and now he can't go and get her back because she's not here to make him believe in the impossible– with only the mobile left behind, and he’s started the dematerialization cycle, sending the TARDIS off into the Vortex; the vast, encompassing, blanket safety –crawling off to hide and lick his wounds– of the Vortex.
( Did type 40’s even come with manuals? )
((This is the Doctor, from BBC's new series of Doctor Who. He's a 900-and-some-odd year old alien with two hearts who travels in time (and space) in a time machine that looks like a 1950's police box. He's also a genius and more than slightly manic. For more info, see his profile.
I've taken the Doctor from the end of "Last of the Time Lords," so spoilers for everything up through Season 3. And this is Daniel-mun again.))
scary-vampkitty.livejournal.comOn the whole, Pheliosta [how amusing it was that they had renamed the entire kingdom after Phelios] was much cooler than this Disneyland place. Though there were some desert-like parts of the kingdom, they were few, and he had never been in them for extended periods of time in his vampire form. Though he didn't mind the heat so much in his kyawl form, it was killer in his original form.
The thing was, the cloak basically came with the package. Though he could dispense with it, he rarely did, and when he did he was usually in the presence of his minions. Or he was having sex, but in that case he usually dispensed with all of his clothes. He liked making an impact when people looked upon him, and his cloak definitely helped that image.
So, after the first few days of the heat, he had decided he'd only use his vampire form for important things - namely, feeding from Setsuna (which he hadn't done since he had first arrived. He'd need to call upon the boy soon). He only really used his kitten form when he was around the three teens who had taken him in - as useful as it could be, he wasn't exactly fond of parading around as a helpless kitten, especially when he couldn't use much magic of fight very well.
Now, he was in Istar's form, wearing a muscle shirt with a high neckline (which he probably could have made lower, it was still pretty hot), and licking an ice cream. He didn't really know what to do, so he was walking down main street, looking at the various shops, and wondering if he had lost enough of his dignity to try on one of the nice, cool looking short pants which he saw in the windows of some of the shops.
The thing was, the cloak basically came with the package. Though he could dispense with it, he rarely did, and when he did he was usually in the presence of his minions. Or he was having sex, but in that case he usually dispensed with all of his clothes. He liked making an impact when people looked upon him, and his cloak definitely helped that image.
So, after the first few days of the heat, he had decided he'd only use his vampire form for important things - namely, feeding from Setsuna (which he hadn't done since he had first arrived. He'd need to call upon the boy soon). He only really used his kitten form when he was around the three teens who had taken him in - as useful as it could be, he wasn't exactly fond of parading around as a helpless kitten, especially when he couldn't use much magic of fight very well.
Now, he was in Istar's form, wearing a muscle shirt with a high neckline (which he probably could have made lower, it was still pretty hot), and licking an ice cream. He didn't really know what to do, so he was walking down main street, looking at the various shops, and wondering if he had lost enough of his dignity to try on one of the nice, cool looking short pants which he saw in the windows of some of the shops.
Application for Count Duckula
Aug. 12th, 2007 10:04 pmtomato-fiend.livejournal.comCount Duckula was very, very sick and tired of this weather. If there was one thing gloomier than Transylvania, it was Transylvania on a wet Tuesday, and if there was one thing gloomier than Transylvania on a wet Tuesday, it was Transylvania on a wet Tuesday and Igor telling him he should like it. However, this was one of the many benefits of having a travelling castle. After much deliberation and crossing some of his more vampiric cousins off the list, much to Igor’s disappointment, they decided that if they wanted sunshine, they’d have to take the castle out of the deep depths of Transylvania and into the uncharted territory of America.
The problem was, as it usually was with the Count, that something had to go wrong along the line. It had been happening ever since he was reincarnated, and was only destined to continue this time. He bounded down the stairs into the coffin-come-portal and shouted nice and clearly, “California!” as the familiar flash of his castle disappearing into thin air surrounded him.
He grinned as the castle had obviously appeared at its destination and he was looking forward to some much-needed sun, which on reflection (oh, he thought he was so funny) was an odd thing for a vampire to want, but he was no ordinary vampire. He was a duck, for a start. A vegetarian one, too. He ran out of the castle door, only to find him faced with a mouse and a significantly more 3-D cat. “Igor! Where are we? I didn’t realise I had a mouse relative. In fact, I’d say that was significantly impossible.” Expecting a snarky comment from Igor and a large crash as Nanny negotiated her way out of the castle, the Count turned around, only to find no Igor, no Nanny and no castle. “Igor?” he asked tentatively, “Nanny?” he sounded a little desperate by now, not liking the idea of being all on his own in this strange world, “Von Goosewing?” That guy followed him everywhere; even to Spain, he had to be here. Apparently not. He was being talked to now, so he decided that Nanny and Igor would turn up soon enough, they’d probably gone for a walk or Nanny had sat on Igor again.
( Castle? Nanny? Igor? Ohdear. )
((Count Duckula, an ancient British cartoon vampire duck. Originally in Dangermouse, but this is based on the spin-off cartoon, Count Duckula. I have lots and LOTS of videos if anyone wants me to upload one. XD))
The problem was, as it usually was with the Count, that something had to go wrong along the line. It had been happening ever since he was reincarnated, and was only destined to continue this time. He bounded down the stairs into the coffin-come-portal and shouted nice and clearly, “California!” as the familiar flash of his castle disappearing into thin air surrounded him.
He grinned as the castle had obviously appeared at its destination and he was looking forward to some much-needed sun, which on reflection (oh, he thought he was so funny) was an odd thing for a vampire to want, but he was no ordinary vampire. He was a duck, for a start. A vegetarian one, too. He ran out of the castle door, only to find him faced with a mouse and a significantly more 3-D cat. “Igor! Where are we? I didn’t realise I had a mouse relative. In fact, I’d say that was significantly impossible.” Expecting a snarky comment from Igor and a large crash as Nanny negotiated her way out of the castle, the Count turned around, only to find no Igor, no Nanny and no castle. “Igor?” he asked tentatively, “Nanny?” he sounded a little desperate by now, not liking the idea of being all on his own in this strange world, “Von Goosewing?” That guy followed him everywhere; even to Spain, he had to be here. Apparently not. He was being talked to now, so he decided that Nanny and Igor would turn up soon enough, they’d probably gone for a walk or Nanny had sat on Igor again.
( Castle? Nanny? Igor? Ohdear. )
((Count Duckula, an ancient British cartoon vampire duck. Originally in Dangermouse, but this is based on the spin-off cartoon, Count Duckula. I have lots and LOTS of videos if anyone wants me to upload one. XD))
no1likeher.livejournal.comNormally, this little nook on the Rue Royal is a quiet refuge from the the visual and actual hubbub of the rest of the park.
Just now however...
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
*thunk*
*giggle*
*STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
*thunk*
*giggle*
*STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
And so on.
A giant park full of diverse lands, rides and attractions... But Pippi isn't interested in any of it, what she is interested in, it seems, is enthusiastically and repeatedly sliding down a banister...
Just now however...
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
*thunk*
*giggle*
*STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
*thunk*
*giggle*
*STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
And so on.
A giant park full of diverse lands, rides and attractions... But Pippi isn't interested in any of it, what she is interested in, it seems, is enthusiastically and repeatedly sliding down a banister...
Open thread!
Jul. 14th, 2007 10:20 pmshirtsnotred.livejournal.comShaun had found himself staying in the Tarzan Treehouse, all the beds there were hard, but he didn't mind at all, instead, he had taken a pile of shirts from a random souvenir shop and trying to make himself comfier. Never to be without his cricket bat or bottles of moonshine, Shaun had also nicked a bag from the souvenir shop. Walking around, he had also found himself in possession of a notebook and a pen. Time to explore, he thought to himself.
Throwing the map he'd taken from the entrance and a shirt in his bag, he walked down the stairs of the treehouse and headed out of Adventureland. He jotted down notes occasionally, reading them over and laughing quietly to himself. After about five minutes, he sat down on a park bench, leaning back and putting the notebook in his bag. Time to rest, he thought as he closed his eyes.
It was a few minutes later, when someone coughed, waking Shaun up. "What! What!" He shouted, falling off the bench with a loud 'thump!'
Throwing the map he'd taken from the entrance and a shirt in his bag, he walked down the stairs of the treehouse and headed out of Adventureland. He jotted down notes occasionally, reading them over and laughing quietly to himself. After about five minutes, he sat down on a park bench, leaning back and putting the notebook in his bag. Time to rest, he thought as he closed his eyes.
It was a few minutes later, when someone coughed, waking Shaun up. "What! What!" He shouted, falling off the bench with a loud 'thump!'
Open Rp and something very random.
Jul. 12th, 2007 09:37 pmalcoholit.livejournal.comBernard was busy finding new ways to amuse himself, because there was no alcohol, dammit, and his cigarettes, now dry, were running out far too quickly for his liking. So, he was finding new and interesting ways to annoy people. Today's method of amusement involved notes, tastefully, ahem, decorated with Sleeping Beauty, left around the park.
( Under here, because it's long. The notes. )
Satisifed with this, Bernard went to go and sit behind a nearby tree and scribble out on his last sheet of paper his improvised recipe for prison wine. Where was he going to get moldy bread? Hmm.
((I'm not entirely sure. He's bored. And has no booze. Feel free to shout at him/be amused/whatever you like for the notes.))
( Under here, because it's long. The notes. )
Satisifed with this, Bernard went to go and sit behind a nearby tree and scribble out on his last sheet of paper his improvised recipe for prison wine. Where was he going to get moldy bread? Hmm.
((I'm not entirely sure. He's bored. And has no booze. Feel free to shout at him/be amused/whatever you like for the notes.))
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Jul. 1st, 2007 08:51 pmscary-vampkitty.livejournal.comMickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Duzell has no idea what to make of the creature that’s standing in front of him. He has died before, and he doesn’t remember this being part of the package. His surprise doesn’t show on his face, other than a slight widening of the eyes.
He reaches for Mickey, and realizes, somewhat bemused, that he can’t touch the blasted creature.
“Duzell,” he says after a moment. He pauses and waits for a reaction. Unless it’s someone who is used to Ishtar, the name usually turns some heads. Even Ishtar’s bodyguards had asked him how she had managed to get him to get along with it. “The Vampire King,” he clarified.
( Read more... )
(The Vampire King Duzell from the manga Vampire Game. Taken from the end of the series, so there are spoilers for the entire series in his application.)
Duzell has no idea what to make of the creature that’s standing in front of him. He has died before, and he doesn’t remember this being part of the package. His surprise doesn’t show on his face, other than a slight widening of the eyes.
He reaches for Mickey, and realizes, somewhat bemused, that he can’t touch the blasted creature.
“Duzell,” he says after a moment. He pauses and waits for a reaction. Unless it’s someone who is used to Ishtar, the name usually turns some heads. Even Ishtar’s bodyguards had asked him how she had managed to get him to get along with it. “The Vampire King,” he clarified.
( Read more... )
(The Vampire King Duzell from the manga Vampire Game. Taken from the end of the series, so there are spoilers for the entire series in his application.)
nobodypyro8.livejournal.comAxel was not stupid, as much as there were plenty of people who would (LOUDLY) beg to differ. He waited patiently in the long shadows at the side of the Haunted Mansion - somebody far in the back of his head shook his head at the looming yet uncartoonishly gothic facade - until the elder of the two silver-haired brothers had left and been gone for what he judged to be at least twenty minutes, then opened a portal on to the top floor of the house.
( He wasn't taking any chances. )
((Closed RP for Kadaj and Axel. Sorry for opening two threads in a row, heh. '_;))
( He wasn't taking any chances. )
((Closed RP for Kadaj and Axel. Sorry for opening two threads in a row, heh. '_;))
Catching up
Apr. 19th, 2007 11:45 pmnobodypyro8.livejournal.comFor the hundreth time, it seemed - since he'd gotten here, at least - Axel found himself wandering around Tomorrowland. He wasn't actually looking for anyone, honest. It was just that since Kadaj's brother had shown up he'd felt less inclined to go bother the kid,since he was frankly terrified of the guy with no good reason and therefore more inclined to eavesdrop randomly.
He'd heard about the people showing up then going missing again thing, (or someone might have actually told him; at anyrate, it permeated) and he hadn't seen Demyx since water-boy had shown and got annoyed about the touching of the fauxhawk. He wasn't worried. He didn't get worried. Axel grinned at nothing in particular, then called again, "Hey, rockstar! Time to face the music, water-boy! Come out, come out wherever you are...!"
((Closed rp, Nobodies only. Axel and Demyx, that is...))
He'd heard about the people showing up then going missing again thing, (or someone might have actually told him; at anyrate, it permeated) and he hadn't seen Demyx since water-boy had shown and got annoyed about the touching of the fauxhawk. He wasn't worried. He didn't get worried. Axel grinned at nothing in particular, then called again, "Hey, rockstar! Time to face the music, water-boy! Come out, come out wherever you are...!"
((Closed rp, Nobodies only. Axel and Demyx, that is...))
Application for Yazoo
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:21 pmshotgun-allure.livejournal.comA noise like that of a distant explosion echoes through the void, and with a brief, huge flash of ghostly white flame, almost like something gone nucleur, a figure dressed all in black is throw violently to the ground, body skidding a few feet before coming to rest.
( ...would I lie to you? Well I've got something to say... )
((Yazoo, of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children fame. Taken almost post-mortem, so he’s a little disorientated. And yes, I’m perfectly aware his little brother Kadaj is around here somewhere…we’ve been planning this for weeks, while him and Axel have been getting cozy >D))
( ...would I lie to you? Well I've got something to say... )
((Yazoo, of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children fame. Taken almost post-mortem, so he’s a little disorientated. And yes, I’m perfectly aware his little brother Kadaj is around here somewhere…we’ve been planning this for weeks, while him and Axel have been getting cozy >D))
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Mar. 29th, 2007 07:21 pmcruelty-child.livejournal.comKadaj was, for all intents and purposes, stuck in a giant prison, seperated now from any member of his family, Mother and brothers and even the siblings given to him by the Geostigma. His goal and the driving force behind his life were unreachable. Yazoo and Loz were who-knew-where, and he had been lied to when he thought that death would bring him to Jeneva.
All in all, he was not a very happy Remnant. And it didn't help that anything in this "park" that he attacked with Souba didn't have the decency to stay destroyed for more than a few seconds at a time.
So a person might be a little surprised to be wandering through the park only to see a silver-haired teenager holding a double-bladed katana and screaming at a completely innocent-looking park bench, calling it names it had probably never been called before.
All in all, he was not a very happy Remnant. And it didn't help that anything in this "park" that he attacked with Souba didn't have the decency to stay destroyed for more than a few seconds at a time.
So a person might be a little surprised to be wandering through the park only to see a silver-haired teenager holding a double-bladed katana and screaming at a completely innocent-looking park bench, calling it names it had probably never been called before.
Got time to burn?
Mar. 27th, 2007 09:59 amnobodypyro8.livejournal.comAnother crumpled ball of paper sailed into the air, burst briefly into flames, and fluttered down as white ash.
The tarmac around the bench already looked like the fallout from a volcanic eruption.
( It's just one of those days... )
((Semi-closed RP. ASK ME if you want to butt in, please.))
The tarmac around the bench already looked like the fallout from a volcanic eruption.
( It's just one of those days... )
((Semi-closed RP. ASK ME if you want to butt in, please.))
