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[Jack limps into the infirmary, half covered in mud. His wrists, just visible from under his coat sleeves, are red and raw. He's sort of cradling his left arm (from which a bit of blood is dribbling off).]

Hey, anyone here? A guy just tried to kill me.

[He looks around.]

[[He's also left a trail of muddy bootprints and blood drops out in the hallway, in case anyone wants to have followed that.]]
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[Bulla is walking throughout Balamb Garden and being particularly alert. Time Compression has brought the Garden a new surprise lately - people who appear for a couple of hours at a time and then vanish again. She's had a few experiences with it, but there are particular people she's looking for. Trunks had found a younger version of their father, and she's on the look out for anyone who might be from her world. There are some people she'd like to see, and others that she and Trunks would have to protect most other people here from.

There are a few she not only would trust to have her back, but also wouldn't worry too much about. As for everyone else...they are best kept away from some of the dangerous people of her world. Bulla knows that she probably isn't strong enough yet to take on many of the enemies her family and friends have - but she is stronger than before, and far more focused and determined.

The expression on her face as she walks around is uncharacteristically serious. Not angry or stern. Just very serious. She feels a responsibility to Balamb Garden that she didn't feel when she first arrived here nearly two years ago.]
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[In the quad, Rinoa sits under her usual tree. It's probably a rather peculiar sight as on one side of her there is Angelo, on the other side there's a young cat, and in her lap there's a little plush lion. Despite all this anyone who knows her will realize that she's absolutely miserable. Though to be fair those who don't know her will too as it's written all over her face. Which is a crime when surrounded by such cute things, but honestly she can't help it.]

I should probably know better by now, right Angelo?

[The poor dog just sighs and rests her head on Rinoa's knee with a long suffering look in her eyes. It always seems to bother Angelo when Rinoa gets all moody like this. Jules, the cat, just seems miffed that her purring isn't enough to cheer Rinoa up, and every now and then her tail lashes out crankily. Not being able to help sucks.]

Don't worry girl, it will be different next time. [She pauses and then adds softly.] If there is a next time.
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[Bulla has climbed to the highest point one can reach in Balamb Garden without flying. Not only is it quiet up here, but it's also the best point to take off and fly from if she wants to avoid being noticed.

It's the perfect day for flying - although it's sunny, there are still plenty of fluffy, white clouds filling the sky. It's enough to conceal her, so long as she can get up into the sky in the first place.

Currently, she's sitting on the ledge with her legs swinging casually, looking completely unconcerned about the possibility of falling.
]
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[Let it be known that this is the most dressed Espio has ever been. In his entire life, he has never been this dressed. Mainly because of one thing: trousers.

Espio's never worn trousers before, but here he is, sulking on a bench dressed in a shirt and trousers. And why? Because one Miss Rarity effectively forced him into them while fitting his uniform. She'd had to design them specifically to fit his awkward body shape, and insisted that he kept a pair on for at least an hour or two just so that he'd learn to feel comfortable in them.

Rarity's words: "You simply can not attend a formal dance until you can wear a uniform without looking as though you've swallowed a pinecone."
]

Pinecone... why pinecone? That sounds stupid...

[Shuffle. Shuffle. This is not comfortable.]

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[Suddenly finding oneself in a new place? Not all that common for Trunks, time travel aside. He knew where he was going and why, then...and while it hadn't been guaranteed that the very new technology his mother had developed would work as intended, he'd been confident that it would.

This was different. He hadn't been in the Time Machine, he'd been facing Cell. The creature he'd failed to stop from ascending further, that he'd failed to defeat. The frustration and anger he'd felt...the despair when he realized that Cell was so much stronger.

And then it was all gone. He wasn't in the middle of a blasted battleground, he was in some kind of school, a military academy, and before he knew what was going on he was given an acceptance letter of all things and turned loose to familiarize himself with his new surroundings. Thus, staring at the directory and...talking to himself.]


This is ridiculous.

[So says the purple-haired guy in a bright blue spandex jumpsuit and chest armor. Your ridiculous-meter is well and broken, Trunks.]

Time compression...sorceresses...damn it, I can't sense anyone else either. What on Earth is going on.
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So, um, it looks like the dorms have been fixed up and all. I'm in another room now, in A202 with Eugene. So if anyone wants to come see either of us, that's where we are now, I guess. Speaking of which, when did you want to get together to study, Merlin? And I'm not sure but I can't seem to find Cissie anywhere? Maybe I just keep missing her.....

Anyway! I don't suppose the faculty would like me painting our new room, right? It just seems so boring all plain like this. But maybe I could try something outside on the ground with chalk? That could be fun. I could teach you, Lea!

Private to a certain guide;

And Eugene! I...wanted to talk to you. Could you meet me in our room?

- Rapunzel
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[Bulla is looking over a course catelogue and contemplating taking a few classes to give herself a secondary specialty, and possibly even a tertiary one. She's making a few notes on each class, as well as notes on instructors' contact information so she can discuss what arrangements they can make in case she's called away on a mission. She's not certain what the procedure is for a SeeD who wants to take more classes, so she's making sure to take plenty of notes.

Unfortunately, she's taking those notes outside, and a gust of wind sends some of them flying.]

Oh no!

[Do you: A. Help her?
B. Ignore her?
C. Point and laugh?]
[identity profile] cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com
Option 1: Quad
[It's been awhile since he's been able to freely walk outside, and so that's what Rufus is doing. He's in the quad with his homework, breezing through it as quickly as he can. The sunshine feels good on his face, and the breeze even better (he doesn't even mind it messing up his hair). It sure beats being locked up in somebody's basement and beaten every day. He looks like he's pretty focused on what he's doing at the moment- statistics and then accounting - but that should just make him more fun to pester, right?]


Option 2: Cafeteria
[Eventually, he's finished his stats and accounting homework and returns briefly to his dorm to snag the math stuff before venturing to the cafeteria to eat. You'll find him sitting at a table a little away from everybody else, one that lets him keep his back to the wall and his eyes easily on anybody who might approach, occasionally lifting his eyes from the easy math problems to watch the people coming and going around him. He hasn't made any friends yet (or managed to find anybody he knows, somehow), which to him is even more cause to keep his eyes on the crowd around him.



[If you've seen him in any of his classes Rufus is the quiet sort of student that smugly looks like he knows what he's doing - because he does. ]
[identity profile] vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com
[It's noon on a Saturday, and the weather's nice... which means it's just wrong to be sitting in the library.

Besides, the librarian kicked him out for spinning one of his Frisbees around his finger while he read, which is why Lea's occupying a bench and half of the edge of a raised flowerbed in the Quad, a book open in his lap. This place is gonna kill him by making his brain explode. It's an evil plot. Or something like that. He keeps spinning the Frisbee in alternate directions around the fingers of his left hand, stopping occasionally to turn pages and take notes.

Finally, frustrated, he tosses the book back on his flowerbox edge pile and flops out backward along the bench, feet up on the opposite arm. The metal disc goes over his face to shade it from the sun. His voice echoes weirdly in the sheet metal.]


This totally sucks!
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[Night has fallen on Balamb Garden; the halls of Garden are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the Ballroom cheerily decorated located on the second floor.

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

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

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


[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 )
[identity profile] the-seed-exam.livejournal.com
[The SeeDs and those potential candidates who believed themselves qualified to graduate are given no particularly special warning or advisement. They had received their orders during the Monday morning announcement, and had had two days to prepare, ask questions, gather advice, or do whatsoever they needed to.]

[Now was the time to prove they had the discipline, strength, and capability that Balamb Garden required.]



[OOC: The thread will have several subthreads. The first two open ones are BEFORE SIX and SIX. If you are involved, please track this post so that you will be alerted of responses, new threads, or whatever.]

003 *BBS*

Aug. 16th, 2011 11:46 am
[identity profile] yellowzippers.livejournal.com
Can any of you awesome people cover for me? I got nearly killed in the Training Center this morning and I don't feel like going to the infirmary. I'm gonna be stuck in my room for a while. I ain't feeling so hot after that that big whack I got.


~Selphie
[identity profile] lighthoused.livejournal.com
[ Making their way from the Garden Lobby to the Fisherman's Horizon inn are a boy and a girl, each with a course catalog tucked under their arms and matching confused faces. Their bodies are turned into each other slightly, enough to let onlookers know that they're friends. The girl's eyes keep darting about, whether in amazement or sheer surprise is difficult to tell. The boy looks warier, shoulders hunched, stooping like a silver gargoyle over his companion. At some points, the girl rushes into the fancy shops, leaving the boy alone on the street, his eyes snagging on every pooled shadow.

They're probably going to get epically lost. Help them out?

ooc: Feel free to tag either one or both of them--no guarantee Bun and I will be on at the same time, sadly. ]
[identity profile] fateandfake.livejournal.com
[School? Dragged off to another world and he was attending school? You had to be kidding him. The only reason Seifer hadn't split yet was because he didn't know a thing about this world. Good to keep your options open right? ...Well that and if Fuu, Rai and Vivi showed up he wanted to grab them before some loser started filling their heads with mush. ...And Fuu gave someone a black eye. That wouldn't be pretty.

For now though he was just wandering around Garden, if you could call this a garden seriously what were these people on when they named this thing, checking things out. Maybe you find him in the cafeteria, maybe the training center, skulking around the classrooms. He's got a list of courses he's supposed to be taking, but he's not exactly keen on showing up for anything just yet. Not until he gets the rundown on this place.

After all who knows maybe this is a kidnapping he's not going to believe something just because it was on a piece of paper.]
[identity profile] kissmydamask.livejournal.com
[Hey.

Hey Garden.

Guess what.

You're now trapped in the elevator.

Maybe you were too lazy to take the stairs; maybe you just needed to get somewhere and this was the quickest way from A to B, despite the janitor's warnings (and the signs on every floor).

Whatever the reason, it's too late! You're stuck in here. The lights are out, none of the buttons are working (or maybe they're jammed?), and it's unlikely you'd be able to pry open the doors — this elevator is one sturdy son of a gun, and between floors, there's nowhere to go.

Anyway... who's that with you?]

Cut for meme-speak! )
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[Night has fallen on Balamb Garden; the halls of Garden are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the happily decorated Ballroom located on the second floor.

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

The Homecoming Dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Homecoming Dance 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 Garden Festival Committee.

[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 )

011 [BBS]

Jul. 22nd, 2011 01:14 am
[identity profile] shops-a-lot.livejournal.com
I'm planning a shopping trip for Homecoming this weekend if anyone wants to join me. Everyone is welcome. I'd be happy to give fashion advice to anyone who wants a few suggestions.

If you want to come, be at the front gate at 10am this Saturday.

~Bulla
[identity profile] shops-a-lot.livejournal.com
[Bulla's in the Training Center getting in a good workout. Rather than focusing on strength, today her focus is on speed and endurance. They're both useful for combat, and much less hazardous than her previous regiment of seeing how far she could launch grats with punches or kicks.

At the moment, Bulla's sprinting through the training center. Periodically, she'll abruptly leap up mid-run into a spinning kick and follow up with a combination of punches and kicks before bursting back into a run.

Someone should probably insist that she pause and have a drink of water soon.
]
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[Stupid gossip posts. They seem worse than Chessy's column in the paper somehow. It's probably because everyone can answer the bbs post, but either way it's just so frustrating!]

[Which is why she's currently in the training center more or less working off some steam. Honestly it's actually kind of nice to train now. The gunblade forms seem to be second nature finally so it's nice to just focus on movement for a little while.]

[No more grat juice splattering all over her either which is nice. Those days are behind her for good now and in their place she moves with grace and confidence - the ultimate result of countless hours of training.]

[Come bother her as she depletes the local grat population?]

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