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worldsrunnerup.livejournal.comMind answering a few questions?
-M.
-M.
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weatherbraids.livejournal.comIt's very difficult to make your way out to do anything needful when you have two useless limbs and are buried in a pile of what appears to be animal dolls. [Tris sounds disgruntled and annoyed.]
pintsizedempath.livejournal.com[Raven's currently in the kitchen, attempting to make tea; however, she keeps forgetting the stupid talent the Author gave her. Whenever she touches something with both hands, it instantly turns to stone. She learnt this at the start of the week with several books, a door, and much to her disdain, her bed.
Sat next to her on the counter are 2 stone tea cups, and the electric kettle. Leaning against the opposite counter, her arms fold across her chest as she watches the heavy, older kettle boil painfully slowly. It was already thursday, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up]
((Feel free to bother~))
Sat next to her on the counter are 2 stone tea cups, and the electric kettle. Leaning against the opposite counter, her arms fold across her chest as she watches the heavy, older kettle boil painfully slowly. It was already thursday, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up]
((Feel free to bother~))
Page 5: Haunted [In Person]
Dec. 30th, 2010 04:05 amfinalarbiter.livejournal.comLight is walking silently through the hallway to return to his room. His steps are quick, as though he does not want to be caught up in idle conversation. As controlled as the pace is, it seems he might break out into running at any moment.
Ever so often, he casts a quick subtle glance around his surroundings, actively seeking out the least densely populated paths. His hair has fallen over his eyes making his facial expressions difficult to read, but it's overwhelmingly obvious that Light is not in the mood for socializing. When he isn't checking for other people, his gaze sinks to the floor, avoiding eye contact with anybody in the vicinity.
He manages to reach the door to his room uneventfully, and yet for all of his apparent urgency, he doesn't seem to want to go inside either. He places his hand on the doorknob, and keeps it there. He stands staring impassively at the door, seemingly staring straight through it...
Ever so often, he casts a quick subtle glance around his surroundings, actively seeking out the least densely populated paths. His hair has fallen over his eyes making his facial expressions difficult to read, but it's overwhelmingly obvious that Light is not in the mood for socializing. When he isn't checking for other people, his gaze sinks to the floor, avoiding eye contact with anybody in the vicinity.
He manages to reach the door to his room uneventfully, and yet for all of his apparent urgency, he doesn't seem to want to go inside either. He places his hand on the doorknob, and keeps it there. He stands staring impassively at the door, seemingly staring straight through it...
eugene-watson.livejournal.com[In a very plain looking room with only a leather bound chair and a desk, Gene prepares himself of another edition of The Manor. He situates the paper in front of him that contained his notes and clears his throat.]
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Voice- Public
Dec. 17th, 2010 12:26 pmbeautiful-brute.livejournal.comTo the Guardian Dende- I have with me someone who may interest you. I suggest you stop your foolish hiding and give me what I want or else. I believe you know a Miss "Elphaba", do you not?
Oh, but it's not as simple as a password anymore. You see, I've had a word with another of your kind who gave me some very disheartening news. I hope, for the sake of your friend and yourself that his words turn out to be empty boasting and nothing more. But should they prove true...
[There is a pause.]
No matter. You will address my inquiries yourself this time. I will not accept others to speak on your behalf, as I did last time when you refused to answer my call. Have I made myself clear?
Oh, but it's not as simple as a password anymore. You see, I've had a word with another of your kind who gave me some very disheartening news. I hope, for the sake of your friend and yourself that his words turn out to be empty boasting and nothing more. But should they prove true...
[There is a pause.]
No matter. You will address my inquiries yourself this time. I will not accept others to speak on your behalf, as I did last time when you refused to answer my call. Have I made myself clear?
1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com[The feed comes on, but the blackberry is facing up at the ceiling. However, there's blood smudged on the lens, but that doesn't mean whoever's paying attention won't see the edge of a stage. A voice comes from somewhere in the room, but her breathing is very laboured and she sounds like she's in pain]
..Please..I-I..I need help..-
[She's cut off suddenly by a sharp inhale, followed by a violent coughing fit. After she stops, she doesn't say anything else for about 10 minutes. When she eventually does, she sounds worse than before]
..please...
[The feed times out as the last of the battery dies]
(( If anyone wants to find her they're more than welcome to, although in person would probably be better. This is after this wonderful little thread, although this happens within the last few tags XD;;))
beautiful-brute.livejournal.com...another city?
[There is annoyance in his voice, but he changes the tone to something a bit more...cocky.]
Well, then let me say this to the Namekian known as "Dende". I know you have the Dragon Balls. I saw them with my own eyes. I did not recognize them at the time, but now that all my senses have returned, their existence was unmistakable.
You will give them to me or I will do to this city what I did to the last.
[There is annoyance in his voice, but he changes the tone to something a bit more...cocky.]
Well, then let me say this to the Namekian known as "Dende". I know you have the Dragon Balls. I saw them with my own eyes. I did not recognize them at the time, but now that all my senses have returned, their existence was unmistakable.
You will give them to me or I will do to this city what I did to the last.
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stalking_horse[He's in a hotel room; Kaito's probably visible in the background behind him, still visibly pretty badly down.]
I have a favor to ask, if it's possible. My roommate was among those injured in the battle, and it's been restored, much as everyone else's wounds seem to have been.
[He sighs heavily.] He's down rather badly, and I wanted to ask if there was anyone with healing magic who was willing to help him - or, honestly, any of the people still recovering; if it's possible, then it seems a little silly to leave everyone that was hurt in that fight suffering, particularly while we have what seems to be a quiet week.
Anything would be appreciated, and if there's anything I could do in return, I'd be more than happy to.
...
How many people are still hurt?
I have a favor to ask, if it's possible. My roommate was among those injured in the battle, and it's been restored, much as everyone else's wounds seem to have been.
[He sighs heavily.] He's down rather badly, and I wanted to ask if there was anyone with healing magic who was willing to help him - or, honestly, any of the people still recovering; if it's possible, then it seems a little silly to leave everyone that was hurt in that fight suffering, particularly while we have what seems to be a quiet week.
Anything would be appreciated, and if there's anything I could do in return, I'd be more than happy to.
...
How many people are still hurt?
kingroadie.livejournal.comWell, this is gettin' a little too routine for me. Christs sake.
[This would be Eddie wriggling a little in bed and wincing as he props the blackberry on the desk across from him.]
Yeah, if anyone wants to visit me, I'm in the apartment complex. From the looks of it, probably fifth avenue. Not too sure since walkin' round isn't exactly a good idea at the moment.
[Eddie is a lovely speckling of purples, blues and scratches. All the damage from the battle for the manor has returned full force.] Anyone wanna give me an update on how they're doin'? At least gimme somethin' else to focus on sides the fact I'm stuck here.
[This would be Eddie wriggling a little in bed and wincing as he props the blackberry on the desk across from him.]
Yeah, if anyone wants to visit me, I'm in the apartment complex. From the looks of it, probably fifth avenue. Not too sure since walkin' round isn't exactly a good idea at the moment.
[Eddie is a lovely speckling of purples, blues and scratches. All the damage from the battle for the manor has returned full force.] Anyone wanna give me an update on how they're doin'? At least gimme somethin' else to focus on sides the fact I'm stuck here.
junior-cop.livejournal.comUh....Dende? I think I found your little brother. He tried to bite me. What do I do?
(OOC: Tom encountered baby Piccolo and anyone that knows how to deal with him, or want to confuse a derpy cop, go for it.)
(OOC: Tom encountered baby Piccolo and anyone that knows how to deal with him, or want to confuse a derpy cop, go for it.)
{Ist Collar} What the....?
Dec. 5th, 2010 07:43 pmjunior-cop.livejournal.com[A very young looking cop wakes up in a start and yanks off the covers wearing his complete gear and pulls his head back.]
What.....?
[After realizing that he's in his room...which looks like his apartment in every way, he gets up from the bed and runs his hand through his thick, well groomed locks. He starts to remove his jacket and duty belt while taking a quick glance at the mirror. He sees a red flash and whips around to look right at the Blackberry and picks it up.]
Doug....I think you forgot your......
[He thumbs the device with wide eyes and it accidentally shuts off.]
What.....?
[After realizing that he's in his room...which looks like his apartment in every way, he gets up from the bed and runs his hand through his thick, well groomed locks. He starts to remove his jacket and duty belt while taking a quick glance at the mirror. He sees a red flash and whips around to look right at the Blackberry and picks it up.]
Doug....I think you forgot your......
[He thumbs the device with wide eyes and it accidentally shuts off.]
blondefuse.livejournal.com[The feed shows a darkened room, and a small huddled figure. The blackberry is sat on the floor next to Nice, although she's only partially visible through the blanket she has drawn around her and over her head. She's holding what appears to be a handmirror, although when she finally turns it over in her hands and lifts her face up a little, the soft whimpering that the feed was picking up become louder. She suddenly throws the mirror at the opposite wall with a yell, her shoulders shaking as she draws her knees up to her chest, pulling the blanket down as she cries to herself.
She'd made sure her curtains were drawn and her door locked; after seeing herself for the first time after the accident, she was determined not to let anyone see her, nor to leave her room for anything. She felt numb..but worst of all, she felt like a monster]
pintsizedempath.livejournal.com[Raven, now a whole lot younger, is wandering through the Manor, jumping at every noise and feeling less and less at ease. She didn't know how she'd gotten to be here, where ever 'here' was..it looked absolutely nothing like Azarath, and she was starting to feel scared that something was horribly wrong..]
((OOC: Raven's around 7 years old here, she's not in control of her powers at all, and she's pretty scared, so if you'e going to bump into her please be warned she may lash out in self defence XD;;))
beautiful-brute.livejournal.com[Have a somewhat confused Zarbon.]
...Where did this device come from? Lord Frieza, are you there?
And this is Namek? I somehow expected something different. No matter.
Lord Frieza? Can you hear me?
[While he looks and sounds the same, Zarbon's gone back in time a wee bit to around the time Frieza initially headed to Namek with his posse]
...Where did this device come from? Lord Frieza, are you there?
And this is Namek? I somehow expected something different. No matter.
Lord Frieza? Can you hear me?
[While he looks and sounds the same, Zarbon's gone back in time a wee bit to around the time Frieza initially headed to Namek with his posse]
[Video, Forward-dated]
Nov. 28th, 2010 10:25 pmweatherbraids.livejournal.com[There is a very beat-up redhead who might look familiar to some people. She's bandaged up, but her injuries are different from the ones she received in the assault. She has her glasses off, and sounds slightly drugged and groggy.]
Is this thing working? I hope so. I would like to know why I'm not in Namorn, or, failing that, where the nearest healer is. [Her body still has a lot of healing to do from that bounce down the stairs Ladyhammer gave her.]
Is this thing working? I hope so. I would like to know why I'm not in Namorn, or, failing that, where the nearest healer is. [Her body still has a lot of healing to do from that bounce down the stairs Ladyhammer gave her.]
1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com[For anyone near the forest, they might see randomly fiery blasts appearing in the spaces between tree's. If not, they may hear faint, anguished cries. The sort of noises one might make if they'd had an emotional bombshell dropped on them, and they're unure of how to react. Not knowing whether or not to cry, or scream and destroy things. If anyone were to investigate, they'd see a small clearing where the surrounding tree's have large scorch marks up them,. The grass is black and charred, any surrounding greenery burned away. And in the middle, is stood Elphaba. She's just stood stock still, her burned hands shaking as she breathes heavily.
He was gone.
She looks up at the dim sky, then around her at the destruction she'd caused, stopping when she see's the one patch of grass left alive. Ontop of it lay her book of spells, and the sight of it made her sick to her stomach. She didn't know what to do with herself, or what to do next. She paces a little, her hands on her face, trying to stop herself from crying; and failing at that. The moisture stung her face, but by now she was utterly beyond caring. She takes a few more steps, before stumbling a little, but letting herself go to her knee's. As if that small action tipped her over the edge, she lets out a small cry, which soon became full out sobbing.
The last thing she'd said to him, or rather, the last conversation they'd had was far from friendly. She'd been cruel, she's said things she hadn't meant in the slightest, and now she wouldn't have the chance to apologise. She'd never see him again; she hadn't even been there for him when he'd needed her...
It hurt far, far more than she'd anticipated, not that she'd anticipated him even getting injured. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. It shouldn't have happened at all. And now it was too late.]
((FYI, She doesn't know that Piccolo will be back soon, hence all the angst 8Dd))
passes-out.livejournal.com[Ichabod knew that he wasn't a fighter and with Elizabeth as his weapon, she was needed here as a tactician and he was needed for his medical knowledge even if it was antiquated. It was a learning experience and at least he was able to keep the peace.
He stood up on one of the logs and called out to the crowd just outside the tent he set up.]
I need those that have volunteered their aid to help with the field clinic to come. There is much to discuss.
[Right now, he needed to form a plan for triage and a set cycle of treatment. This was going to take a lot of energy and being a field medic's aid when he was 15 certainly helped.]
He stood up on one of the logs and called out to the crowd just outside the tent he set up.]
I need those that have volunteered their aid to help with the field clinic to come. There is much to discuss.
[Right now, he needed to form a plan for triage and a set cycle of treatment. This was going to take a lot of energy and being a field medic's aid when he was 15 certainly helped.]
{Sixth Robbery} Gathering Forces [Video]
Nov. 26th, 2010 10:28 pmhunted-by-fbi.livejournal.comJust checkin' to see if we're on the same page this way, we ain't steppin' on nobody's toes when th' time comes t' start this party.
Who's got th' list of fighters?
[He looks over his shoulder and clears his throat.]
Okay, medics, we need those. Same with those goin' in. Now, I'm backin' up those kids goin' in t' meet Fish. I wanna see that Fish fry.
Okie doke. Now that's squared away, team leaders, make sure that yer teams're ready and move on.
[Nice gave a backhand and slapped him so feel free to notice a nice red mark on his right cheek.]
Who's got th' list of fighters?
[He looks over his shoulder and clears his throat.]
Okay, medics, we need those. Same with those goin' in. Now, I'm backin' up those kids goin' in t' meet Fish. I wanna see that Fish fry.
Okie doke. Now that's squared away, team leaders, make sure that yer teams're ready and move on.
[Nice gave a backhand and slapped him so feel free to notice a nice red mark on his right cheek.]
blondefuse.livejournal.com[Anyone passing by may notice Miss Holystone laying under one of the tree's, her arms up behind her head and her eye closed. She'd been told what she was to do when they started the fight for the Manor. All she had to do now was wait.
Unfortunately, she had nothing to occupy herself. So, despite the cold, napping seemed like a good past time.]
((Feel free to bug her, poke her, jump on her - whatever~))
