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infiniillusion.livejournal.com

[What you see is, without a doubt, Kanda, however he looks quite different from what you may be used to. He looks much older, for one. A few silver threads show in the thick strand of hair hanging down over his left temple, and there are traces of cracks that seem to be forming a sun-like figure over where his heart should be. His expression is unusually peaceful, almost a little tired, as he turns his head to gaze out into the garden of the Manor, apparently sitting in some sort of a terrace. From what can be seen, he's dressed in a somewhat reserved yet careless fashion, including a loose, white shirt with a rather wide collar which isn't buttoned all the way up.]

[He's holding a sketchbook and a pencil, in a somewhat tranquil manner that might be familiar to that of a certain General's, as he seems to carefully examine the view. Then he pulls out a pair of glasses, puts it on and starts drawing. Slow, soft lines grow on the blank paper, gradually creating a replica of the lovely sight ahead.]

[It seems that he isn't paying attention to anything else at the moment.]

~

(( ooc: Beware the headcanon! ...played over the idea that Exorcists grow up to be like their Generals, so far supported by Allen's le Cross lines and Kanda's recent choice of clothing. He's ~~(somehow actually survived to)~~ forwarded to around 35-45 here. Have fun? ))

hasilluminate.livejournal.com

[If you've been paying any attention to Fate what she's doing right now is fairly typical. It's early in the morning, and even if it is starting to get chilly, that means she's training. It's a little bit more difficult than usual for her, because she doesn't have her familiar, but she'll make do. The nine-year old is swooping and dodging things in midair, golden blasts of energy that either miss, or collide with a magical circle of the same color.

When she lands, Fate is sort of shaking and leaning on the axe-like weapon in her hands, though.]

badfic-mods.livejournal.com

[Whether you got a good look at where the dragon headed or not, it's not that hard to follow the army - if slow - to figure out where his lair is...]

[And it's out in the cave on the beach, the mouth overlooking the ocean. Of course there's some minion-type monsters guarding it, and a good long tunnel down. At the bottom of the tunnel, the Dragon has his hoard of gold, jewels, and assorted trinkets and shinies, plus a big metal birdcage with what is, by now, probably one incredibly hating-the-world Princess.]

[For those not involved in the raid, there's still plenty to be done defense-wise fending off the army, or maybe even clearing the way a little; there's a pretty good horde of monsters yet, and you know, maybe some of them respawning, since it's pretty sure there's nowhere NEAR enough area for them to be coming from. Don't you love the author?]

infiniillusion.livejournal.com

For the last fucking time, I'm not a princess!!

[Idiotic, insulting things have been happening since morning. First, he woke up in some huge bed in some huge room where everything was covered in frillies and ribbons, then found out that all of his clothes (including hairties) and anyone sane around were gone, and now he was more or less forced into ridiculous, degrading apparel (at least the ridiculous fluffy servants, after some whining, allowed him to get something that wasn't pink, though it was still frilly and princes-y). Of course, accompanied by his hair looking girly as he had nothing to tie it with. AND EVERYONE INSISTED HE WAS A FUCKING PRINCESS.]

[And to make it worse, he didn't seem to be able to deal with the retards through violence, not to mention the Power Of Plot apparently kept Mugen glued to its sheath. So here he was, being guided into an equally frilly throne, as if the morning hadn't been horrible enough.]

[He's still twitching and looking angry like twelve devils, but he apparently has no choice but to flop into the throne. He leans back and glares at the orderly rows of servants and attendands, along with a bunch of fluffy forest wildlife at his feet, all looking up at him with sparkly, adoring eyes. What the fuck is wrong with this place. Maybe it's a stupid dream. He growls silently and starts pointing at random people; fine, he can play along for his own sake for the moment.]

You, get me some fucking pants. And someone make those creatures stop staring I'm not singing or some stupid shit. You, bring my breakfast. You, get rid of all that goddamn pink shit. ...You, give me that thing.

[It appears that he is asking for the Blackberry, unaware it has been recording his adventures for a while now, and glares down at the screen to make an impression.]

Find my sweater or I'll have all of your goddamn heads.

[One of the attendants asks if the princess is going to marry the brave knight that brings the requested magical clothing artefact; it is followed by loud swearing. Judging from the Blackberry screen, which first shows surroundings moving in high speed and then what looks like the insides of a brain, the device was used to knock the idiot out. And so, the feed dies.]

infiniillusion.livejournal.com

[Even though by now several people had told Kanda the ship was likely going to sink, now that it was actually happening it was still a surprise. He generally didn't like boats, and being in one huge as this almost felt as if a continent was sinking. Unpleasant.]

[More so out of spite towards the whole thing than genuinely wishing to help anyone, he went through most of the Second Class deck, demolishing locked gates and doors, practically every one going down from a single strike. When that was done, he casually walked out, heading for the top. Surely a thing this gigantic had several sailships for lifeboats at least.]

[As it turned out, no. There was chaos and departing boats, and everyone was screaming and running, and it was just annoying. Kanda contemplated stealing a baby to get on one of the boats, however a) there were none to be seen around at the moment, b) someone was already pushing him towards one, shouting something like "This way, miss".]

[He punched the offender's face in and marched for the opposite side of the deck, abandoning the idea of getting out through a boat since it seemed to be the path women and wimps were taking. After all, as much as he hated water, it wasn't like he wasn't going to survive. Cold meant nothing to him, and as long as he managed to grab onto something to stay on the surface...]

[Wait a minute.]

[He quickly reached into his pocket, remembering what he had taken from the closet back in his cabin. It might was well be his lifesaver now. He had taken it just because he hated boats and he wanted to be prepared; and the yellow rubber ducky thing had seemed familiar enough to keep, even if it wasn't exactly like Mr Quack Quack who kept him company while bathing back home. But it was a big thing that floated and therefore useful in sinking boats.]

[And so, as the deck tilts more and more, becoming less and less horizontal, he quickly inflates the ducky and puts it on, his expression still as much of The Embodiment Of Serious And Cool as it has ever been.]

infiniillusion.livejournal.com

[Kanda wakes up in an awkward sitting position leaning against the open doorframe to a small second class cabin. He appears to be only wearing pants, boots and a little girl's ribbon that's holding his hair up in a ponytail. There's also a spread-out tattoo on his chest.]

[As he comes into view, unaware of being recorded, there seem to be some sort of cracks on his skin, however it quickly fades along with the purple-ish tint to his hair that is then left completely black. Apparently the Plot has no use for his injuries.]

[He slowly gets up and stares around. There is just no way in hell that explosion could have thrown him into an enclosed space, so...]

...what the hell?

[Even though a closet is visible in the cabin which apparently is going to belong to him, he doesn't look at all interested in getting any more clothes. He never even notices the small device next to him on the floor which is still recording. In fact, now he's stomping down the hallway looking enraged, his hair ruffling up from it like the back of an angry animal.]

Enough of your fucking illusions, come out and fight, bastard!

[As he growls what clearly implies he's thinking that he's still back home and simply under a spell of some enemy, he also demolishes someone's door with what looks like a not-very-ordinary sword - though the wall magically remains untouched. He doesn't stop to look nor apologize for the damage and is heading for what looks like a way out of... whatever the hell this is.]

thornstained.livejournal.com

[The video is a little shaky, and shows the dark expanse of trees briefly before centering a little too closely on Briar's tanned face. He looks disgruntled.]

Since there ain't that much food left, I'm out seein' what vegetables are here. I should be able to get some food grown for people.

[He holds up a dirty bundle of potatoes still attached to the plant.]

Someone want to come and get these from me so I can keep at it?

~~

[Briar is outside, on his hands and knees in the damp earth, murmuring softly to the patch of potatoes he found. They should grow nicely, and sprout more plants - if these are all he finds, at least people won't go hungry, even if the diet's very bland. He hopes to find more vegetable plants out here, however. Just potatoes to eat isn't an appealing thought.]

{{ooc: Briar's likely to be a little grumpy from the damp and hard work, but feel free to bug him in person or over the network!}}

eugene-watson.livejournal.com

[The feed comes on with Eugene holding a clipboard and a pen and standing in the middle of the main encampment.]

Okay, I think we should take a head count for survivors. What I have gathered is that two are missing. Please respond so I can mark you as present.

[He's half expecting some snark in response but that's part of the job.]

keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com

[Since arriving in space, Leonardo hadn't known what to do with himself - there was so much to study! So many sketches to make, so much information to learn! Taking a brief break from his studies and investigations, the polymath entered the kitchen to make himself something to eat-

Only to come across much more than he expected.]

Quello che il...*what the...

[In the middle of the dining table is a large cake, with the general colour scheme of the decorations dark blue and gold. The number 25 is printed on the balloons, and various stands of cupcakes are dotted around the room. At the back is a large gold banner saying his name and 'Happy Birthday' - in short, the Authors usual for birthdays, but with different colours~

Leonardo just stands and blinks at it all, before actually realising that the banner does not lie!]

...It is April already...?

[Aaaaand GRIN]

[Video - So very open to the entire network]

Everyone-! There is cake in the kitchen! I would love it if some of you could join me~! I cannot eat it all by myself~♥

[End feed]

Current Mood: excited

whitestlie.livejournal.com

[A week of waiting had been enough. Near had see how the epidemic had subsided just as quickly as it had come, and all over the course of exactly one week, just as he was told. The event itself paved way for other advantages as well. Near did not have to worry about any sort of physical threats due to everyone else falling ill, and since those who did not succumb to the sickness were kind enough to help strangers, he was able to secure a decent amount of food and water to last a good while. The new change in scenery, signifying the start of a new plot, settles it. Those stories were true. Only a few extra details and inconsistencies remain to be cross-checked for validity.

Aside from that, Near must now start focusing on two other important issues. One, finding means of maintaining safety in case anything goes wrong. Two, finding means to return home.]

Good morning.

I have a few questions and requests for anyone who is able and willing to fulfill them. Please listen to the feed in it's entirety, although it is not necessary to satisfy every condition or answer every question. Any input is valuable. [Not really, but it sounds professional to say.]

First, I am aware that a map of the house exists and would like to request a copy. I understand that it might not be useful at this very moment given the restructuring our "home," but it would be helpful for future reference. Also, the security system here is questionable. Does the house provide security cameras or spare locks? If so, I would like to know how to acquire some. On that note, how are crimes regulated around here, if they are regulated at all? For those who are familiar with this place, I have other questions regarding the Author, any possible way to reach her, the plots, and this phone. For those who believe they have been here the longest, I would like to know the approximate length of time of your residence. If you are someone who has managed to get sent back home at least once before or someone who has died, either at the house or elsewhere, or someone with abilities, such as magic, beyond the scope of the average human's physical capabilities, I would like to ask you a few questions as well. If you are unsure of what constitutes "average," I will gladly clarify. [There is the sound of movement followed by brief silence.] Hmm, I see that we are now in space. [He doesn't sound at all affected by this new revelation.] Is anyone here familiar with this kind of setting?

Well, in any case, one last thing, I would like someone to help me take care of a few tasks. It may take awhile, but your help would be greatly appreciated.

That is all. Thank you for your time.

( [Private to Black Jack] )

moar-food-plz.livejournal.com

[ When Goku woke up and found out he had his own body back, he was way too excited for words. Mostly cause he was too hungry to even formulate a coherent sentence. But the man managed to jump up out of bed and and race off towards the kitchen. Unfortunately he forgot to grab his comm because well... food was the only thing that mattered right now. So you may have seen him running through the hall or jumping down the stairway as he made a line to the kitchen. ]

breaks-fate.livejournal.com

[...Most people might find this discouraging but.. Oh Man. Keiichi is in Love right now... and with himself]

Sweet! I have boobs!

Current Mood: mischievous

scary-enough.livejournal.com

To say Spencer was unnerved was a major understatement. Ever since the power went out, she'd been trying not to fear the worst; after the rabbit's message she had been forced to come to terms with the fact that just like the movie, things had gone wrong.

Currently she was navigating by the meagre light of the Blackberry screen, hoping she would find a better light source soon. This wasn't helped by the fact that for all her exploration of the facility, the lack of light was causing all kinds of shadowy distortions and she was finding it difficult to get her bearings.

Slowly, carefully, she made her way to the lobby, eyes and ears on high alert for any sign of her fellow residents/prisoners. Previous words of finding someone better equipped to handle dinosaurs attack replayed in her mind but as ever, she had been determined that she would be okay. Now, without so much as a hockey stick to protect her, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable. Even the threat of A paled in comparison to the very real threat she could hear rampaging outside. She headed for the main desk, hoping to find a better source of light - or, at the very least, something she could throw at carnivorous beasts other than herself.

stalking_horse

[He's keeping his voice down - it's dead quiet, wherever he is, besides that and the sound of rain outside.]

Is there anyone still in the visitor's center area that's trapped or in need of help?

And do we have anyone willing to volunteer to help get people to the boats?

It might be a day or two getting out there depending on how much trouble is between here and there, but if we can get small groups and the people who can fend things off help those who can't, we should be able to at least minimize the damage...

ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com

[In the kitchen, sitting in a chair by the window, sits a boy. He has black hair, and golden eyes, and his hair is held up in a topknot. His clothes are red and gold, the fine clothes of the Fire Nation royalty.

The boy Iroh sighs, content, as he looks out the window.]

What a rare gift this is.

inordertobelieve

[What's this? Mikami is upset enough to make a voice-post insteadt of text? This must be seriously affecting him. Not like you would know though, because his voice is serious as usual. You might hear a tiny bit of his concern though]

If you are inexperienced in self-defense, please don't leave your room alone. The best choice would be to stay with someone else. Hopefully the killer won't be attacking whole groups of people.

As for those with fighting exeriences, who have not been taking part in the riot... If you could look after weaker people, it would be helping a lot.

If you are in danger, immediatly post a message on the network, so that people nearby can come and help you.

( Private to Light Yagami // 100% Unhackble )

11-sies.livejournal.com

You are all so noisy! I can't even here myself think-and I think pretty loud, I think.

There's been a murder and now we have a riot- I think this means we're all just a little too insensitive to the people we live with and are forgetting our manners, if we even have them.

You detectives are no better, I'm sorry but you're going to have to come up with a better way of going about things- and this time do not ask the author to back you up- you all see how much good that did. Might I suggest we hold this off until we have a better understanding of our manor-mates?

as for everyone else- [he smiles slightly] contact me if you think education is important.

Current Mood: annoyed

kingroadie.livejournal.com

[There is a audible click as the feed turns on. The blackberry set up intentionally from the looks of it as Eddie sips from a very tiny tea cup. Expression relatively neutral as he leans back into the chair he’s settled in. He nodding at Ophelia, the drowned woman settled across from.] Been a shitty couple of weeks hasn’t it? Okay- not weeks, past year or so has been pretty shitty. [His tone is conversational at best.]

Past year for you has been shitty, Darling. [She was trying to be sweet., she really was. After all, she did get punished essentially for being what she was. A BLUH BLUH HUGE BITCH.] I wonder what exactly we’re supposed to be doing with ourselves here. I honestly feel more like a teenager sent to her room then the Lady of the Drowning Doom.

( Not an IC cut )

want-a-chupa.livejournal.com

[The feed activates after striking a rock. Kio is lying sprawled on the ground a few feet away on his stomach. On the ground are the contents of his pockets, a handful of Chupa chups, a pencil, cherry flavored chap-stick in a bubblegum pink tube, and, of course, the 'berry. Kio raises his head with a slight moan. His glasses are broken and a trail of blood drips down his nose (it seems his blackberry wasn't the only thing to hit a hidden rock), snow wets his face and clings to his eyelashes]

Ughh...what happened?

[He looks around blearily. It seems he tripped over a tree root buried under the snow]

Kio-chan is such a ditz...

[He mutters this to himself. He looks up in confusion as a creaking sound meets his ears and the feed. The tree that's root he tripped over is swaying worryingly despite the absence of a wind. Kio's eyes widen as the creaking becomes a cracking and then a splintering roar. Kio lets out a scream as the tree falls and the feed dies]

Current Mood: scared

mei-tantei.livejournal.com

Evening Manor Residents.

Some of you may recognize me and others probably won't. To anyone new here- I'm detective Kudo Shinichi, or Shinichi Kudo if you prefer first to last name.

Generally, I work as a consulting detective but lately I've been focusing on our lovely Author-san and I have a question to ask all of you - it's a simple yes or no question and any input would be greatly appreciated -

In your world, is there a big event that you're connected too in some way?

Current Mood: contemplative

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Entries tagged with comment: allen walker

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