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Jul. 3rd, 2010 12:13 pm
[identity profile] swordbitch.livejournal.com
The coffee needs more work.

It's not strong enough.

[Cause it cant keep her up for more than two hours :| ladeeda, dreams keep her awake at night and I'll get to writing those I swear]
[identity profile] tigerheads.livejournal.com
[ He's new still, but you may have seen him. He did have a punishment round on his very second day, after all. Though Jet laid out of the first few days of his classes, citing his concussion as his excuse, he's attended at least a few of them, and he just has one of those faces. Very tanned and boy-next-door, not unpleasant and not one-in-a-million. You may have seen him. ]

[ And you may see him now, as he's scouring the girls' dormitory looking at the name placards beside each door, laboriously trying to read the "sounds" written there. He's not yet to the second floor but is making his way toward the stairwell, deep in concentration.

It doesn't for a moment occur to him that only girls are supposed to be in the girls' dorms.
[identity profile] moonflowering.livejournal.com

[The Training Center hadn't held much appeal for Yuna at first. To her, it had also seemed a little frightening, especially since she was used to travelling with a large group of people whenever fiends were around. But today she had decided to test out what the Garden had called "GFs". By the description, she assumed they were similar to aeons in some aspects, but that they were able to be summoned by any who "junctioned" them. They also enabled anyone to use what was called "paramagic", although she could still use her own magic with ease. She wasn't sure she understood exactly what all that entailed, but nonetheless! Here she was.

Luckily, she hadn't run into any T-Rexaurs around the place yet. It granted her enough of a break in battle-- against some of those strange plant-like monsters-- to summon Valefor. Yuna feared that she just wouldn't be able to summon the aeon at all, even though she had "junctioned" it and come to know it as a GF. But sure enough, the flying beast soon appeared in the Center, swooping the enemies with ease. She hadn't even needed to perform her usual movements with her sceptre-- even though she still had, out of a sense of obligation.

It didn't feel like it usually did. Yuna realised that pretty quickly. But it was better than nothing. It was her only tenuous connection to Spira, above everything else, and that meant it was something to be treasured. Even as Valefor disappeared immediately after executing the attack, she felt somewhat relieved.]

At least it's something! [Her voice is a lot more obviously cheerful than it has been in the past few weeks.] Right. Now, let's go...   
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[personal profile] playsforkeeps
[It was lunchtime, finally. Remy thought he'd been clever, signing up for this school in this new world.  If he was going to be stuck here, he thought, having every resource possible at his disposal would be a great idea, right?  He'd only been to four classes so far, though, and he was convinced he'd underestimated, well, everything.  His notes were spread across the square table in front of him in a haphazard fashion.  Notes of Garden Code, notes on regiment formation, notes on this, notes on that.  His red and black gaze swept across the scattering of papers before him, seeing, but not really comprehending.  What had he gotten himself wrapped up in again?  He heaved a tired sigh and rubbed his hands across his face, then running his fingers through his hair, and licked his lips.  He was Remy leBeau. He could break into anyone's house, steal all their valuables, and escape without a trace.  He could handle a little schooling.  This was nothing.  He wished he believed himself.

He took a sip from the fountain drink that had accompanied his lunch (he hadn't been lucky enough to score one of the Garden's famous hot dogs and had sufficed with a chicken sandwich) and picked up the notes from his first class, Garden Code or whatever it was.  He read it for all of five seconds before putting it down and heaving a loud sigh.]

Nom de Dieu, this place gonna be the death of you, leBeau.

[OOC: /is nervous. I hope I did this right. Anyway, anyone ever is free to bug him in the Cafeteria at lunch. He'll probably welcome the distraction XD]
[identity profile] sansvoice.livejournal.com
[ This is all a bit overwhelming for Nill. A new place- more than a new place, but a new world- a school, classes... she's excited and scared, and trying to navigate the halls and find her dorm.

Feeling a little (a lot) lost, she takes a seat on the edge of the windowsill. Maybe if she could just rest for a few minutes, she would be able to get her bearings and reorient herself.

Nill puts the books and papers to the side, examining the school uniform curiously. She holds the blouse in front of her, checking and double checking both sides.

Looks like she's going to need to borrow some scissors. ]
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[personal profile] vocaloidiot
Okay, so, we're all from different places! Which is pretty cool and all if you think about it objectively and ignore the fact we're horribly stuck on a floating island with a tendency to plummet into the ungodly seas and leave us potentially scrabbling at the shore while the icy depths pull us down aaaaaaaaaaa

where was I er

What this means is that everyone's seen and experienced different stuff! For all I know, your home world might be a technological marvel that puts even me to shame! For all you know, my home world might be covered in bees. But we don't know because we all just potter through classes. Show off a little! What's the coolest, neatest story you've got? There's bragging rights in it and a little reminder of home never hurt anyone.

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Jun. 4th, 2010 04:56 pm
[identity profile] swordbitch.livejournal.com
[Cue Naoto frowning at her hands when leaving the girls' rest room. Needless to say she does not like something about them now.

Well, she's washed them quite a lot of times, but since coming out of WTR aka FREAKING GUN TRAINING they've been feeling a little... numb. And possibly dirty, even though she's already washed them. She's never used a gun before, and using a weapon without gloves is... very different. She's done it before, but she really does prefer gloves. At least if she had gloves during the actual firing of the gun she could have simply stripped them off and washed them at a later period.

Needless to say, she's not enjoying learning how to use a gun. Hell freaking no.

She hitches up her bag, and one hand unconsciously flexing as she stalks off. Maybe the library can give her some quiet time before she has to go and join the masses in the canteen for some smelly, greasy foodstuff.]
[identity profile] anothersstory.livejournal.com
[A lot of young faces around. Auron is used to that, but not so much the setting of a school.

As he passes, a few students stop to stare at him. Whether it's a new guy thing or just an old guy thing he isn't sure, but he's betting on both.

A huge blade balanced against his shoulder, he heads for the Training Center. Just because he isn't a student doesn't mean he's here to rot. That fate, funny enough, was left back at home.]


May. 28th, 2010 10:16 pm
[identity profile] limitboost.livejournal.com
[Roxas is just sitting on a bench in the courtyard, flipping through a course catalog. He's frowning thoughtfully, tapping the page with a pencil as he reads descriptions and tries to make sense of the way things work]

Is a keyblade a bladed weapon...or a blunt one?

[He mumbles this to himself, lost in his debate. School might just be more complicated than he'd originally thought it'd be]
[identity profile] mcpistolwhip.livejournal.com
[ Haine's sitting at a table in the cafeteria and it's practically like high school all over again. He's made sure to pick an empty one and he's looking down at his tray with what looks like a mixture of displeasure and disgust. He jerks his food around with the end of a fork. ]

[ he wont admit it, but in that flash of a moment, he almost misses the pasta from Buon Viaggio. ]

[ ...or maybe that's just because he was slightly more used to people staring at his strange appearance and odd behavior back there without being questioned. Either way, he brushes the thought off and grabs a forkful of the food on his plate and shoves it into his mouth, with no prelude to the unceremonious follow-up of chewing it down. ]
[identity profile] dangerousthings.livejournal.com
[A girl with an appearance that's a bit unusual even by the standards of the new imports comes sliding to a halt at the entrance of the cafeteria. Her eyes are mismatched, for one. The right is golden-yellow, the left is dark blue. She's wearing a black outfit with a high fluffy pink collar, absurdly long sleeves, and pink and black striped leggings. Her hair's also turquoise-green.]

I got here first! Look Noki, I was first!

[Whether Noki is actually with her or not is irrelevant - for her, it's entirely normal to assume that if Noki's not there yet, she'll be there momentarily]
[identity profile] kaiserknuckle.livejournal.com
[ It's not too long after this; Tifa is still in the Quad, sitting down on a nearby bench, hugging herself. She's shaking, just a little. Maybe.. maybe she really IS the one that's going crazy. Or maybe Cloud's just back to how he was before.

Either way, it was really starting to get to her, and she was in no mood to return to her room just yet. ]

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May. 27th, 2010 08:15 am
[identity profile] swordbitch.livejournal.com
Any way to change sponsorships? I'd rather not be in Ruby any more if that Delacreaux person is rather fond of it.

[Because she knows Ruby people might start flaunting, and there might be fights and she's not interested in being part of it.]

[ooc: Not meant to be taken too seriously, loves. She's just complaining. ... as usual.]
[identity profile] problematical.livejournal.com
Retarded sensationalist crap.

[ The tall blond throws the issue over the cafeteria table, after having yanked it from a Cadet's hand. He shoved some people out of the way, making a mental note to add Delacreaux to the List - a growing one. He hoped the new Disciplinary Committee members were taking himself as an example. No more smiley, good doers. The Disciplinary Committee had a reputation to maintain. ]
[identity profile] truthsfortune.livejournal.com
Greetings. My name is Naoto Shirogane. I am posting this on behalf of the library committee.

There will be a meeting from 1800-2000 this Thursday. If anyone is interested, please feel free to attend. Do not hesitate to contact me if you have any questions.
[identity profile] 14th.livejournal.com
[So what, exactly, is the internet? --For that matter, what exactly is a computer? Raidou has to ask for the librarian's help about five times, but he gets the browser up and running and figures out where to click in order to enter text into the BBS' update form. The keyboard is hard to navigate in a foreign language, and he has to peck at each key individually, but slow progress is progress nonetheless, and soon he has four sentences all typed out and posted.

The next step he has to take is to wrap his mind around the idea that multiple people can communicate with him at once; he's under the impression now that there's only one person on the "other side of the internet," and he should communicate with them much like you would if you were exchanging letters with a stranger.]

good morning。 are you well? my name is raidou kuzunoha the fourteenth。 it’s a pleasure to meet you。

[He'll figure out the text input settings eventually.]
[identity profile] hellhowl.livejournal.com
[ If there is one thing Vincent does well, it's stay hidden.
(His record is over a decade, though bragging about it might put him in a tough spot with Garden.
His student ID card does list his age as twenty-four, after all.)

Still, as comfortable as he finds the anonymity of night, that wake-up call has insisted on rousing him to greet the dawn each day. In the harsh electric lights of his classrooms, his pallor and his attire fairly radiate, highlighting his otherness.

And the living joke that fluorescent lights make them look dead.

It's all he can do to keep his cloak high and tight around him, expose as little of what lay beneath as he can manage while huddled in the back row, nearest the door. The moment the 1530 chime rings out Friday afternoon, he's the first to escape, moving into the halls with speed only granted to the desperate.

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May. 18th, 2010 09:19 pm
[identity profile] swordbitch.livejournal.com
If you're taking up DEF 101, I suggest you don't get your instructor in the face.

Apparently they hate that kind of thing.

[Why is she announcing this? ... Because apparently she finds not hitting people in the face ridiculous. It's self defense, you should get them where it hurts! And now she wonders if these people haven't heard of the nose-nuts-and-guts treatment.]
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[personal profile] wrnpcs
[It's quiet as night falls on Balamb Garden, quiet enough to hear the crickets chirping on the ground below and the sea waves lapping the shore in the distance. The sky is clear and full of stars. The halls of Garden are empty except for a couple cadets here and there -- indeed, even the faculty seems to be missing from their usual posts.

At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. Once again, the Headmaster speaks to the Garden.

The Welcoming Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Welcoming Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The ball will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.

The ball and its festivities tonight are being sponsored very generously by the Ruby group.

[After the announcement, the intercom falls silent. The faint sound of music can be heard from the second floor of the building.]

A mod note )
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Does anyone know where I can get supplies for sword maintenance? Specifically a katana type of blade.


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