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[Who's the lady dressed all in dark gray and blue? Why she's familiar....almost. Aerith strides right past people in Garden, her loose (and suddenly short) hair flying behind her. There's no time to stop and sort out her memory: she needs to confirm for herself that things really are as safe as they appear to be. She tightens a dark blue scarf around her neck and steps onto the observation deck, gripping the ledge tightly.]

I'll complete my obligation and then I'll leave. I have no use for this, and it has little use for me. How can any of this be important in the end? In the end, it's still our job to ride the tide. Not control it.

[But she is definitely going to ride the tide back home straight into kicking certain awful people in the face, she thinks, clenching her fist. She glares out into the gray of the day, allowing her anger to start to pass.]
wrnpcs: ([nida])
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Monster, resource, and supply list )

[The Ragnarok lands briefly on the Nectar Peninsula, dropping off the group with nothing more than their Garden-provided packs and a "good luck!" from the pilot and accompanying SeeDs. Centra, we've headcanoned, is in the southern hemisphere of Planet VIII, so it is summer for this field trip. Have fun!]

Mod note: Be sure to be on the lookout as surprises may pop up in the thread. Each group is given one signal flare that should only be used if they require the immediate retrieval by a nearby SeeD squad sent to discreetly watch over them. Good luck!
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[Locke, being a treasure hunter, naturally has a lot of experience with opening jammed locks, but not like this.


So apparently the key to his room isn't working. The reason why? An errant blob of flying fruit-paste smacked right into his door the day before. So know Locke is kneeling down in front of his door, a small set of lockpicks opened up on his knee, along with a red-stained cloth or two - looks like he's having to work out the literal jam a little bit at a time.

All while looking incredibly suspicious to anyone that doesn't recognize that this is his dorm he's going at with those metal jimmies.]


Nov. 18th, 2012 11:23 pm
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[Espio is... bored. He was training in his much weaker human form during Galbadia's attack, trying to better familiarise himself with fighting with it, and took nasty injuries to his shoulder and leg that wouldn't have been anywhere near as bad if he'd been in his usual, durable chameleon form at the time. Add the limitations of para-magic and complications arising from the magical fun of shapeshifting, and lizard boy has pretty much been out of action for a couple of weeks.

A couple of weeks of lots of reading. Fiction and cookbooks and recapping on Indirect Para-Magic and all sorts. It led to a few discoveries, the best of which was black forest hot chocolate - basically the world's best cake in hot drink form. And... less delicious things Espio has no intention of eating any time soon. Or, you know, ever.

He's back on his feet, but still needs to take it easy, much to his continued frustration. Here, BBS, have a taste of Espio's reading materials.

Okay, you lot seem to think eating bugs is disgusting and gross and whatever, despite the fact everyone's from different worlds and cultures. Can't believe how multi-universal the "bugs are icky" train of thought is. But you know, there's worse things out there than bugs - worlds are full of very different countries and cultures and stuff.

So, here's another one of those good old "tell us about your world" BBS posts. Natives included.

Subject: Disgusting foods.

Disgusting foods, yay. )


Nov. 12th, 2012 06:48 pm
fireinthebed: By savifa (Catty bastard)
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[Some people might have noticed the lack of a certain redhead in the fight and reconstruction as well as in general. The usual loud-mouthed antics and explosive tendencies having tapered off since they'd been at the lake.

There was good reason for it, tucking his tail between his legs from the embarrassment of getting the snot beaten out of him by a girl with a chainsaw and then getting his butt saved by another girl really did a number on him. Though the majority of it had been healing, even if he still believes it's forever shirtless o'clock when it comes to the bandages.]

Listen up, kiddies, I know I've been away for a while due to some physical things that kinda kept be confined to a bed. I know that there was that fighting shit going on and fixing all the damage, sure, whatever. But I'm coming back to teach my classes again, meaning you little snots better be up to par with my standards.

Covert Ops classes you better be able to sneak around some security I'm setting up and better be able to tell me what the most common mistakes are.

Explosives classes... We're gonna have a nice long discussion and quiz on how to handle dangerous components. Bring gloves, a helmet, and safety goggles, you're gonna need them if you screw it up.

- Instructor Reno


Oct. 26th, 2012 08:29 pm
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[You know what's a good reason for signing up for the Photography classes? Because you find the subject enjoyable.

You know what's not a good reason for it? Free access to cameras so you can take pictures of all the attractive women around Garden. That's what you might spot this idiot doing outside of classes; rather than helping out anywhere, he's lounging around various parts of the grounds, eating candy and unashamedly snapping photos of any good-looking women who pass by.

(If you're particularly sharp-eyed, you might also spot him casually taking pictures of strategic locations and exit routes, but that's just a coincidence of where the hot girls are. Right?)]
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[A rat-a-tat of gunfire down by the quad precedes a bright blue pony running into the lobby. Or rather, half-running, half-flapping, because she pumps her wings furiously, enough to lift her raggedly off the ground every few steps or so, like a short leap. Why so weak? Perhaps the long streak of bright red matting her fur beneath her right wing is a clue.]

[She'd cast a Cure spell and mended the damage -- wisely, given where she'd been struck. But paramagic can't actually expel the bullet that's lodged in her joint, making every wingbeat agony and yanking a small yelp of pain out of her.]

[For once, Rainbow Dash isn't bragging, or putting on a strong front, or taking on impossible odds. She's hurt and terrified and wants to get somewhere safe. But right now, those seem in very short supply.]

[She stares mournfully at the upper walkway, then grits her teeth, shuts her eyes, and leaps into the air. Her wings thrust her raggedly forward, just enough to wrap her hooves around the railing. With a herculean effort, she pulls herself up and over, flopping bonelessly to the floor with a shriek of pain. Then she just lies there, gasping.]

[Somehow this adventure had suddenly stopped being cool.]


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