Mar. 3rd, 2012

unbridledfangs: (your words so fleeting. ✚)
[personal profile] unbridledfangs
Characters: Kamui & Dahlia + you!
Format: action/prose
This log is: closed for the attack, open afterward
Location: Fortitude, between the Library and Pale Dorm.
Summary: The Bloodthirsty Slasher of Rakuen strikes aga-! No, it's just some asshole grabbing an after-school snack.
Warnings: Character Death, violence, bloodshed, meanies.
I'm sure it tasted oh so sweet, but it was never good enough for me. )
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[personal profile] utopiamods
You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.

Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--

The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.

"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily. Rain pounds on the train and runs down the window in rivulets. Despite the rain there is a ray of sunlight streaming through the window, heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows when the wind is right.

It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state.

"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."
mrdickery: (look into your eyes.)
[personal profile] mrdickery
Characters: Yuri and Day
Format: action
This log is: closed
Location: Conquest campus, in the Headmistress's office.
Summary: The day before the results of the competition are announced, Yuri's paying Day a visit.
Warnings: tba, guaranteed it's not going to be pretty.
Gonna entertain you till you scream. )
effortless: (gentle; I am a little tired)
[personal profile] effortless
Characters: Nanami, Dave, Daenerys.
Format: actiontags
This log is: closed for the moment
Location: Outside Fortitude campus, moving to the lake shore.
Summary: Nanami is finally up and about. She celebrates by doling out some much-needed discipline.
Warnings: Death.
Read more... )
nonsuspiciousperson: (trolling kotarou forever)
[personal profile] nonsuspiciousperson
Characters: Nanashi and Kotarou
Format: Prose
This log is: Closed
Location: Fortitude Infirmary
Summary: Nanashi has been sat at Kotarou's bedside when not teaching or fighting, Kotaro wakes up
You're a pain kid )
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[personal profile] utopiamods
As you all crowd onto the platform, all few of you, you are met by three girls and five boys, two of which are bizarre grey-skinned aliens. All eight are in uniforms that would match if not for the colour differences - skirts and trousers, waistcoats, and light summer shirts that seem totally inappropriate for the heavy clouds and cold drizzle. They're all sodden. Each has a beret with a crest pinned to the front - four depicting a shield, the other four a sword.

At the first lull in the chatter, one pale shield-crested girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations coldly.

"Attention please."

She explains that the eight of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami, she points to herself, Yuri, Lelouch and Gamzee of Fortitude; and Santana, Flynn, Feferi and Gino of Conquest.

The girl called Santana interrupts, "Look assholes, I'm tired of doing this every week, just come to me when your name is called." They all move to stand in two groups some distance away from each other, and the two that spoke read off names.
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