conquistador: ♕™™™ ™eskimo (She returned)
[personal profile] conquistador
Characters: Spain and YOU
Format: [action] or Prose. Matching you.
This log is: open
Location: Mercantile Quarter
Summary: Spain tries to take over Rakuen.
But do you have a flag? )
conquistador: ♕™™™ ™eskimo (The ivory forces of the Barrier Savior)
[personal profile] conquistador
Characters: Kamui, Spain, South Italy
Format: [action]
This log is: *closed*
Location: Fortitude campus
Summary: A night attack, a disagreement between partners, and drama.
Warnings: Character death
Storm is Coming )
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[personal profile] utopiamods
As you all crowd onto the platform with your new and still bizarre mix of faces, expressions, clothing and wild theories, you are met by a girl and three boys, one of whom is a troll. All four 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 thin layer of melting slush coating the station platform. Each has a beret with a crest - one girl's shows a sword, the other three have a shield.

At the first lull in the chatter, the girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations rudely.

"Hey morons,"

She explains, sounding annoyed, that the four of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Santana of Conquest, pointing to herself, and Yuri, Lelouch and Gamzee of Fortitude.

"When your name gets called go to the person who called it. Actually, fuck it. You're all in Fortitude, screw name calling. I'm leaving."

She walks off leaving the three boys on their own. The one introduced as Yuri speaks first.
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[personal profile] utopiamods
Characters: Everyone
Format: Whatever your heart desires
This log is: open
Location: Everywhere (for this day only all may leave campus, including discards! As long as they are back by 9pm!)
Summary: RED DAY
Warnings: Red Day Shenanigans


HAVE ALL YOUR RED DAY SHENANIGANS HERE.

EXAMPLES OF SHENANIGANS INCLUDE:
1. Giving someone food made with love
2. Giving someone flowers
3. Giving someone a gift
4. Going on a date
5. Giving an apple to your esteemed rival!
6. Throwing an apple at your esteemed rival! With all the force of your youth!
7. Reciting beautiful poetry to your esteemed rival!
8. Ditto ballads
9. Ditto rock anthems from the roof of the gym
10. Presenting your rival with a candy heart, lovingly rendered in full size sugar and syrup, and apparently modeled after the heart of a great warrior from ages past. It beats! Now available from Rakettear.
11. Apologizing to your rival profusely for the handmade abomination they are unwrapping
12. Boggling vacantly at the above.

traces: Dahlia Hawthorne (I would never...)
[personal profile] traces
Hello there. My name is Dahlia Hawthorne, and I've once again been selected as a Player of Exaclan. However, I do so hate to fight. It's my hope to vow with six people by Wednesday -- and I've already become the "owner", though I hate to use the word, of a couple of weapons.

So if there's anybody else who is interested... I'll do my best to avoid using your weapons to do battle, and I promise to afford you every right you're currently lacking. Just, in return, all I ask is that you make a vow with me and become my weapon, if that isn't too much to ask.

In addition... I currently have enough money to purchase a memory charm, and I would love ever so much to be able to do so. However, according to the manual, one can only purchase them for other people, not for oneself. I know it's terribly rude of me, but if there's anyone who would be willing to make an exchange... A memory charm for a memory charm? I would very much appreciate it.
independencesong: (EE is just weird okay)
[personal profile] independencesong
Characters: all of the nations!
Format: either [action] or prose
This log is: relatively closed.
Location: in town, near the lake.
Summary: what it says on the tin.
Warnings: politic-shaped things.
draw a circle, etc. )
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[personal profile] revelation
( Good day, Fortitude school! Madoka looks a little nervous when the video starts up, but soon enough she takes a deep breath and smiles. )

Um, hello! My name is Madoka Kaname and as of this round, I'm one of the Players from our school. I'm not the best fighter as it stands but I'm willing to learn more about whatever Weapon you might have if you do what to fight. If you're the sort that isn't interested, then I'll still be willing to make sure you get the rights you deserve.

More than anything, I just want to make sure everyone that is a Weapon this round has at least that much and protection.

If you're not interested, or already have someone you've vowed with then it's still nice to meet you if I haven't had the chance yet.
koyo: all icons <user name="ostian"> (FIFA ✩ MANGA)
[personal profile] koyo
Characters: Spain and you.
Format: [action] or prose
This log is: Open
Location: Outside the battle arena
Summary: Spain has a football and wants to play with Rakuen. Obviously there is only one ball so feel free to threadjack to take it away. Or you can pretend you already got it back and just start a new thread, haha. 
vuuuuuuuu )
koyo: all icons <user name="ostian"> (ANIME ⋙ fucking hell. . .)
[personal profile] koyo
Characters: Spain and YOU
Format: [action]
This log is: open
Location: Fortitude Cafeteria. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Whenever.
Summary: In which Spain realizes he forgot to ask for rights.
Warnings: General pathetic-ness
CUT TEXT HERE )
koyo: all icons <user name="ostian"> (GENERAL ♦ Gakuen)
[personal profile] koyo
Characters: Britannia, Golbez, Marik, Spain
Format: Starting in prose but matching you!?
This log is: Closed
Location: Around town
Summary: Golbez ( with Marik ) vs Spain ( with Britannia ).
When paths cross )
koyo: all icons <user name="ostian"> (GENERAL ♦ Do glasses make me look smart?)
[personal profile] koyo
Characters:
Format: Prose or [action]
This log is: OPEN
Location: Fortitude School
Summary: World History with Spain. Your choice of before, during, or after.
Notes: If you want to play before or after class, feel free to mingle with others. The after class option is open to everyone, not just students.
Do Nations create History? Or does History create Nations? )
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[personal profile] koyo
Hola,

I'm a Player this round and I'm looking for weapons. If you become my weapon I promise:

* All of your rights
* Three meals a day
* Hugs and kisses everyday

If you're interested, come find me at the Battle Arena. I'm heading there right now.




By the way, my name is Antonio.
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[personal profile] yaycapitalism
Whilst the four still tied to a school had been up since that morning, warned only at the last minute about the incoming train, Recette had managed to sleep in and avoid the panic. In fact, the first hint she got that all was not as it had been was the Mayor paying her a visit near midday and inviting her to watch the arrivals. She had; she'd exclaimed over the variety and how many new friends they were going to have now - it had been a little lonely that week, with just six of them who weren't parts of the city instead of people - and then she hurried back to get her shop open.

So! The sign proclaims RAKETTE: OFFICIAL EXACLAN SHOP, and the entire facade is covered in a fresh coat of bright paint. The snow in front of the shop has been swept away, making it highly obvious on the street. Items are arrayed on shelves and in the windows of the shop - charms, foodstuffs, uniforms and sundry items of clothing. She hadn't really had any idea what the new people might like when she was setting up, so most of it is just leftover stock from their session, but maybe they'd find something they liked. She hopes so. There are a fair few jumpers, hoodies, coats and scarves on the tables inside the shop.

The interior sorted, she sets the sign out in the road: WELCOME TO RAKUEN! FREE WALNUT BREAD FOR NEW STUDENTS AND TEACHERS! SPECIAL OFFER: PDAs ONLY 8 RAKS. and waits for someone to enter the main street.

[ooc: for a list of basic prices, see here. For an explanation of money, look helpless in front of Recette.]
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You are brought to your campus and shown to your dorm rooms before you are given permission to wander the campus and the town. Meaning Fortitude students can mingle with Conquest students, they can go visit the shop (shop post will be up later today), or speak to the headmistresses and mayor. Each student now has the Exaclan manuals, a uniform, a school bag with either a shield or a sword on it, and the glove used to pull weapons.

But make sure to come to the battle area later to see the exhibition match! 

Take advantage of the free day, the freedom won't last long. Sooner rather than the later the round will start, Players will be named, Weapons will lose their privileges, and the battles will begin. So you might as well go out and make friend or start rivalries, anything to help you along later in the round.
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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 as it winds its way through white drifts of now. Sunlight streams 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."
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