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holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[Dende is happily reading a book in the library. However, he's looking a considerable amount less green then usual, in fact he's downright fleshy colored, and more then a bit feminine looking. He could very well be female... but it's sort of hard to tell. Regardless he seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit. Not being Namekian meant he wasn't the guardian, and could thus escape from his duties for a week.

And so he spends this week off reading, but he seems to be having trouble dealing with his hair. His bangs dangle haphazardly in his faze, ticking his nose and obscuring his view every time he looks down. He tries blowing them out of his face, moving them off to either side, and is eventually forced to pulling his bangs back with his hand and holding them there. Until he has to turn a page in his book, where he has to drop his hand to turn the page, rub the tip of his nose because it tickles, and then place his hand back on his head to hold the bangs back. Needless to say this is a rather bizarre reading ritual, and it hardly looks comfy. ~~So come give him a barrette~~]

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[The feed starts on the ground showing Dende's feet. He walks away towards the bookshelves in his room with a couple of old books. He spends the next 10 minutes organizing his shelf obsessively, though it doesn't seem to need it. The shelves are so neat and well lined up it almost seems like it's a fake shelf. He steps back and looks it over for a second before taking another book out. He starts pacing back and forth with it for a moment before going back to his bookshelf and reorganizing it again.

He brings another couple of books to the table and notices the Blackberry on the floor. With a shaking hand he picks it up and fumbles with it for a moment, too anxious to actually turn it off at first. Letting out a small cuss in his native tongue, and finally terminates the feed, clearly not his usual chipper self, as he didn't even bother to offer a greeting.]

worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com

[[TEXT, Private to Matt]]

Are you getting the same sinking feeling I am?

[[TEXT, Private to Conan, Hakuba, Matt, Misora, Ichabod, and Raven]]

We need to meet up ASAP. This isn't over.

my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[One of the bedroom doors bursts open and a blond woman dressed all in white walks out. She looks from side to side, cautiously, before walking down the hall.]

Scott? Hank? Logan?

[She stops, closes her eyes and presses her hands to the sides of her head. For a moment she is quiet, then she looks confused, and a little worried.]

...where am I?

always1truth.livejournal.com

Okay-we all know we're going to be forced into this whole secret Santa thing- there's a problem though as most of us probably don't know the person we've been assigned too and obviously, it being a secret Santa we can't just go and get to know the person-

No, what I purpose we do is compile a small list of things we enjoy to give our Secret Santa an idea of what to do-

Me for example- I like soccer, Mysteries, and logic puzzles.

You can feel free to leave you list here. And remember it should be only simple things-nothing too complex or you don't want anyone to know about.

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[Dende stood at the front door of the manor with great curiosity. He had heard of snow before, but he had never gotten the chance to actually see it. It was quite lovely, but a bit intimidating. He didn't know what it would feel like or what it would do, but he knew that it was foolish thing to be afraid of.

Taking a deep breath to gather up his courage he took a step outside... granted he was on the porch and was still safe from the snow, but it was a step in the right direction. He knelt down and gingerly poked at some of the snow on the ground, it's fluffy consistency surprising him. Well at the very least it didn't seem harmful.

Determined to continue on with his little exploration he stands back up and excitedly heads down the porch steps. unbeknown to him the stairs were quite slippery, and his cloth shoes didn't do much in the way of grip. As Murphy's Law states whatever can go wrong, will go wrong, and Dende's foot slipped out from underneath him causing him to fall onto his back on the stairs. He sits up and rubs his back sorely, hoping no one saw that....]

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[The feed starts facing up towards the sky. But in a moment it tilts to reveal a rather battered and bloody looking Dende. He's face-down on the ground, he's soaked, and his robes are gone, revealing a mangled beaten torso but wait... is he laughing? Why yes he is. He looks up at the camera with a big dumb grin.]

H-hello. Um if anyone is nearby... I ask if maybe someone could assist me? If it wouldn't be too much trouble of course...

[he laughs some more]

I seem to have taken quite a beating. But I'm alive... and that's what's important...

[He mutters the next bit almost as an aside to himself]

Looks like my people aren't quite so weak after all are we Zarbon...

[he starts coughing and lets his head fall back down.]

Th-thank you in advance...

[and he cuts the feed]

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[It had been two days since Dende's disappearance, now he has miraculously returned in the place he was last seen. However, he is quite different. Now about six feet tall, he is snoozing under the tree from the other night with a book open on his lap, blissfully unaware of any danger that could possibly be around him.

In a moment seven small orange balls fall from the sky and land haphazardly around Dende. As the guardian of Earth, it seems the Dragon Balls have followed him.]

((ooc: For the record the dragon balls don't work, but he doesn't know that, and someone might want to wake him up before something eats him~))

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[Dende had been lost from Raven for a while now. Tired of looking and more then a little bit scared he takes a seat under a tree to hide from the rain. He brings his knees to his chest and looks up at the sky. Every once and a while the rain will let up for a moment and Dende could get a brief peek behind the clouds at the starry sky. He couldn't help but wonder if Namek was one of those stars, or if the Author had just thrown them there to be pretty. Not that he particularly minded, he hadn't ventured outside the manor much, especially at night, so this was his first time seeing stars. They were nice. It made the night seem a little less scary.

He let out a content sigh. This plot wasn't all that bad. Even if it was really easy to get lost.]

p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com

[Now that Shiki is well and truly back in the Manor he feels an odd sense of relief. They must have been trying some form of operant conditioning, although their method only made him wonder how they knew about his past. It was confidential to everyone, simply because there were no files on him on record at all. He growled in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. It was bad enough he'd been subjected to that but when he returned he was stuck wearing some ridiculous costume. He then begins to make his way to the kitchen, he hadn't eaten all week and was ready to kill for something to eat. Upon arriving at the kitchen he finds a small bowl filled with sweets. The entire place looked tacky with stereotypical decorations everywhere, lurid orange didn't do much for him.

Cocking a brow he picks one out of the bowl and pops it into his mouth as he pulls a few things from the cupboard to make a simple bowl of cup noodles for a start. The sweet admittedly is more flavoursome than he's used to and is sorely tempted to spit it out, even if it does taste better than anything he'd eaten back home in a long time. Eventually he swallows it, making the face you usually make when you've just eaten something sour, wincing and biting his bottom lip waiting for the flavour to pass.

He's just about to take a seat at the table, and dig into his noodles when he spots one of the cupboard doors banging open and closed repeatedly. Shiki just gives it an unimpressed expression before eating a forkful of noodles. Only to have the pot flipped into his face.
With the chickeny noodle goosh running down his face he inhales deeply, as he exhales it's a growl, putting the fork down and simply wiping his face on some kitchen towel. A tiny voice somewhere just laughing all the while.]

So, now she's going to try and deprive me of food too? Tch.

Current Mood: aggravated

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[Dende had finally managed to come out of his room. Not from a burst of courage, more like the big talking orange berry in his room was scaring him.

The library seemed like the safest place to go, there was a lot of light and people came in and out a lot, but they weren't noisy. He just wanted a nice quiet place to rest. The events from the previous week had left him scared and confused and more homesick then ever.

For now Dende just curled himself up on a chair by the window. He jumps at any loud sudden noises and is not his usual cheery and chipper self.]

featherdrequiem.livejournal.com

[All week so far Kuja's been followed around by the ghost of his creator Garland, who he just so happened to kill. All the while that he's been there all the Genome has heard is the constant speech that he was no good, just a pilot creation to give him an idea of what to aim for. Eventually he'd had enough, even though wherever he went the ghost followed him he needed to go somewhere that he could drown him out. Though even being in the music room proved to no avail. So, if anyone's passing by outside they'll find Kuja sat on the patio, a distant look in his eyes as he tries desperately to tune out the old man.]

Stop your incessant blathering you old fool. I killed you to be rid of you, not so you could linger and bother me even after death.

Current Mood: aggravated

mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com

[The Plot Bunny does his usual thing]

Okay, okay, look, I'm sorry I'm late I just uh...

[He didn't want to have to deal with ghosts. He's looking around anxiously for anything out of the ordinary]

wasn't feeling good.

[His nose is twitching faster than usual and his ears are standing straight up, twitching towards even the slightest sound.]

Right. Not feeling good. So, uh, let's just get down to business.

[Chews open the envelope, but he doesn't eat the paper he pulls free.]

Right, *ahem* "Booo! It's October so you know what that means! Halloween is in teh air!! The Manor is all decked out and as a special Halloween celebration gift the entire month will be filled with spooky plots! This time everybody's getting a specal visit from somebody who died in their past. Enjoy!!"

[As usual he pronounces the misspellings.]

Right, if you guys don't have any questions I am out of here.

Current Mood: scared

featherdrequiem.livejournal.com

[Kuja appears on the feed, he's lounging in the kitching, eating a punnet of grapes and sighs. He's bored, but he's seen on the feeds going up on the network that there's suddenly more animals emerging, not to mention the 'Plot Bunny's' report..or whatever he was. So no physical contact for a week? He could live with that. He wasn't a very touchy person anyway. He liked his space to be respected.]

Why is it so inconcievably hard for you to not be such simple minded morons for a week? Just stay out of each other's way and keep an eye on what you're doing, good grief people.

Current Mood: bitchy

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[Dende’s eyes flutter open. He’s in a warm bed. In a brief moment of shock and panic he flails about and promptly falls out of the bed letting out a little squeak. He looks around, this definitely wasn’t a Namekian room, and it didn’t look like the afterlife either. Well, maybe it was, the last thing he remembered was being killed after all, and who’s to say the afterlife doesn’t have beds? Dende tentatively walked across the room and peeked out of the door. Before him was a really odd looking long room with lots of doors.

A sudden beeping noise from behind him causes him to quickly shut the door, and whip around to see the source of the beeping. He spots a shiny pink thing on the bedside table and slowly approaches it. He watches it beep for a moment and when he thinks that it probably won’t hurt him, he decides to poke it, and it beeped! Oh this must be a toy! How nice of whoever gave him this! He should probably thank them! Dende headed out of the door mashing all the little buttons on his new toy so he could hear all the funny beeps and boops it made. Once out the door, however, he was a bit more cautious.

He slowly made his way through the halls peeking out behind corners to make sure no one was waiting to jump him.]

Current Mood: scared

searchformysin.livejournal.com

Just what is this thing?

[Tap. Tap. It changes from voice to video as a young blond boy was looking over the Blackberry a red stain on his cheek.]

Huh. I don't remember anything like this back in Sablier... unless this is another illusion, but I don't think this place would work as an illusion.

[Turns his head and looks back for a moment, before fully turning around, cloak appearing to have more red marks on it as the feed cuts off.]

p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com

[The feed starts amidst a vague amount of interferance and settles on a tall slender man clad in nothing but black. The only variants are the gaudy silver necklaces, studded bracelets and his deep crimson eyes. He makes a frustrated growl as he examines the inside of the entrance hall. It wasn't tasteless enough to be Arbitro's place. But even still.

He keeps on walking, not saying anything, he never was the type to verbalise when he was alone. Nor was he the kind to call out for anyone, he'd hunt someone down and get some answers out of them. After all, this wasn't where he was supposed to be by any stretch of the imagination, it was too...peaceful. But he knew the minute he found someone, god help them if they were the ones who kidnapped him.]

Current Mood: pensive

nobody-noble.livejournal.com

[Radu has cornered himself off in the storage room on the third floor. He's shaking and he studies his quivering hands anxiously. He hasn't had any blood to drink almost since he got here and now the Thirst is taking over. Radu NEEDS blood and it's getting to the point that he'll kill to get it. Fear kept him from attacking the Terrans that he believed to be Dietrich's creations. But now he was less and less sure of that fact and he can no longer contain himself. Whoever passes Radu next will be attacked by the Methuselah and have their blood drained.

His eyes go solid red, exactly the color of blood. His fangs protrude, his claws extend, he can't contain it anymore]

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Entries tagged with comment: raven

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