Apr. 28th, 2012

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[personal profile] knightime
Characters: Dave Strider and everyone ever
Format: Any/Whatever
This log is: Open
Location: Mostly Pool; But eventually Black 2-A
Summary: Despite being told otherwise, Dave still goes to work. He ends up buying memory charms and heads over to the pool to try and swim a little. Swimming at this time of year is stupid. Dave thinks this is incredibly stupid.
Warnings: Sad attempts at swimming, stupid Striders, feelings everywhere, language, and whatever labels you can attach to a Strider, maybe mentions of death

Let the tide swallow me whole )
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Characters: Lemina Ausa and YOU
Format: Either/or
This log is: open, both to old characters and newbies
Location: The tower in the arena
Summary: Lemina explores the tower.

With that tower unlocked and ripe for entering, Lemina wasn't about to pass it up. What if there was gold or treasure in there? Or, you know, a way home. On Saturday afternoon, sometime after the train had arrived, Lemina entered the tower to look around.

The weapons littering the floor were the first thing that caught her eye. That was... a little disturbing. Cautiously, she picked up a sword -- she'd gotten sort of okay with them since she'd arrived, though she didn't stand a chance against one of the more experienced fighters here -- and proceeded through the tower.

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Apr. 28th, 2012 06:34 am
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[personal profile] inamber
okay so
took a little impromptu nap there
orange sleeping beauty woken up by a slobbery kiss from the frog prince himself
my entire face will break out in warts and zits
just like the pizzafaced kid in the back of everyones class photo
hit puberty little too early
sprouting up like a weed
bones twisting and metamorphosing into a teenage butterfly
pitch dropping with his testicles and hair growing in places no one wants to see
thanks for that one rakuen
my glorious visage marred by the trademark of growing up
just like halloween

you all better get in line cause
im brewing a goddamn cauldron full of bubble and trouble and its first come first serve
this shit is nasty once its cold and not in a good way
so
no reserves no holding off
just the wafting fucking aroma of stale farts
basically im tooty after gruntilda got through with her and im bitter as hell about it
going to cause some bonafide mischief now that im back
in the form of a potion that makes you shit your pants
but shh shh you didnt hear it from me

so yeah
back to my personal sleepless hell
sup guys im just feeling fresh and REfreshed
ready to take on the endless day and night once again
looking forward to that

anyways
cant be assed to read over all of this forum post shit so
what did i miss


[[ back after some hiatus. davesprite was in a coma during most of this, feel free to handwave any interactions there. no need to consult me! & replies will be in orange unless you opt out! ]]
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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. The sun shines through the window cheerfully and if you look out the window you will see the first of flowers beginning to grow in the grass. Steam drifts past the window, it is warm. A mixture of sunlight and the heating of the seats, it adds to the dreamlike atmosphere.

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. The train judders to a stop, through the rain lined windows there is a building and people gathered on the platform.

"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."
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As you all crowd onto the platform, which is drenched with sunlight though the air is cool you are met by four girls and three boys. One of the girls is a somewhat humanoid grey-skinned, finned alien and one of the boys seems to be a blue Hedgehog; but the rest all seem human. All seven 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 chill. Some seem irritable while others look excited. Each has a beret with a crest pinned to the front - three depicting a shield on green, the other four a sword on red.

At the first lull in the chatter, the sword crested girl who is not a troll speaks up, looking annoyed.

"Listen up!"

She explains that the eleven of them are the current prefects of Rakuen, representing the two schools on the island. Santana (she gestures to herself), Feferi, Nephenee, and Suzaku of Conquest; and Lelouch, Jade, and Sonic of Fortitude.

The introductions are over fast and Santana seems impatient, "So come over when your name is called so we can all get inside." They all move to stand in two groups some distance away from each other and begin to read names from a clipboard.
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