redcinemareel: (Grell: inconspicuous)
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[On the BBS, under a hacked cadet ID (which took days to even develop a program to do that), there is only a sound clip attached to an odd message:]

Red is the moonlight.
Pink are the stars that bind it.
It makes little sense.


[Although anyone bothering to click on the sound clip will just wonder why there is one of a heart beat, it really is just there to spread a virus. It's nothing harmful. It just changes the text font to red for anyone that listens to the clip.

Why a virus?

Because Grell is bored, and wants to fix any laptops that may have contracted the virus she created, just to keep her busy. It's the perfect plan! She sends a virus, someone comes to her to fix it (hopefully her), she gets what she wants!

Who let her specialize in this...]


[Grell, with her hair tied back into a messy bun, sits in the cafeteria, taking up an entire table due to her laptop being in pieces. The pieces aren't broken, and everything seems to be laid out atop the white table cover in an organized fashion. The cafeteria was the only place with good lighting and large enough tables to do this on. She seems quite focused and getting everything back together, even if it looks pretty impossible. Many tools used to deal with tiny screws and wires were either in her hands or on the table. It depends on when you catch her. There is even a can of compressed air on the table, because since she has her laptop open like this, it makes sense to clean any debris from it.

It's safe to say she won't be answering BBS messages for a while.]
wrnpcs: ([town guy])
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[The day is a bit cloudy, and wind on the water is around eighteen knots. The harbor is bustling with townspeople and visitors. Temporary stalls have been set up selling mostly food and drink or merchandise for the three Raha Cup yacht teams.

[You might need to shove a few people to get right on the waterfront, but the view of the boats in the harbor is well worth it. Once the race begins and the boats are clear of the harbor, remote control boats are available for rental; the race is expected to take two hours.

[At the nearby Balamb Hotel, there is a large TV screen set up outdoors with seating available. Hotel staff are running an outdoor bar for the occasion.

[Throughout the area and within a couple of blocks of both the waterfront and the hotel, a combination of SeeD, Cadets, and uniformed Balamb militia and police are posted as security, in response to threats received by the town council. Normally this event only has police security, so the townspeople seem to resent the need for this increased show of force rather than the fact that they're around at all.]

(OOC: Free-for-all! Feel free to make your own threads as well as using the location threads. NPCs may hit your characters up. You may have your SeeD/Cadet character hired as security if you choose; they will be in uniform, and will be on for half hour shifts so they have time to enjoy the event as well.)
jointheclub: (a bit of a laugh)
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If anyone who underwent a... change, during the battle, could drop by my office? I'm quite curious about it. I'd like to do some studies on it. No tests, you needn't worry about drinking any experimental potions! Just a few questions and some other minor matters depending.

-Instructor Slughorn

[The Potions Professor is indeed hard at work, or at least as hard as he gets, since he makes potions look easy as a general rule. His office has a startling number of cauldrons heating brews, and the cloud of steam and smoke hovering at the ceiling has taken on a number of curious and different tones.]
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[Balamb Garden surged forward through the black predawn hours, racing across the Great Plain of Esthar. 22 years ago, mobile Gardens had no access to the continent, but in the course of the decades and the increased goodwill between Balamb and Esthar, a large portion of the rocky cliffs had been demolished and graded, making an access ramp for the academies.]

[The night was completely black. The moon was new, and thus not out, and clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon. In the distance, though, a sickly white-yellow light illuminated the low-hanging cloud cover.]

[The Time Compression distortion above Tears Point lanced into the sky past the clouds, a mighty finger of warped light that stood literal miles high. At its base, Tears Point faded in and out of view like a mirage.]

[The Ragnarok and the Chaotix docked with Balamb as the academy shuddered to a halt just outside of the projected worst-case scenario blast. Already loaded with supplies and ready for transport, the two airships held motionless just long enough for the combatants to board before lifting off, as the first rays of dawn ran across their hulls.

[Visible to the south, on the opposite side, three other airships raced to Tears Point: two literal sailing ships with propellers in place of sails, and one mighty large enough to engulf the other two a dozen times over. They landed in formation, and the army of Sol Invictus -- not just foot soldiers, but mighty vehicles and weapons of war -- emerged from its depths to form lines.]

[Not intentionally, but simply as a matter of the ebb and flow of the tides of war, Balamb Garden and Sol Invictus struck at the same time.]

[At first it was to no avail: the machinery of Tears Point, meant to repel the Lunatic Pandora, had been resurrected and repurposed; the mighty field they formed served as a mighty wall, repelling all efforts to breach it. But as Lunatic Pandora had ultimately overwhelmed it, so too did the field seem vulnerable to the massed might of its foes. From the SeeDs, blows, spells, and an abundance of rockets smashed into the field, weakening it with each impact, while on the other side Sol Invictus unleashed an astonishing fusillade of technological and magical might of their own. The generators whined and hummed in furious protests, their engines straining to counteract the onslaught. A couple of ranks in, the first machine to fail popped in brilliant flare of light, electricity arcing across its neighbors and smoldering metal shotgunning outwards.]

[As if signaled, a wave of monsters -- almost literally, the way they surged outwards between the protective devices -- passed through the one-way field effortlessly, smashing into the assembled lines. Though numerous, they were comparatively week; the might of Sol Invictus, and the training and discipline of the SeeDs and cadets, met their attack and repelled it with minimal loss. The monsters, however, seemed endless. Time Compression continued to surge and write, depositing wave after wave of foes to harry and harass those who opposed the Time Compression Mage's ultimate goal, and though those monsters could not dispatch his enemies, they accomplished their purpose nonetheless.]

[The great Time Compression Distortion abruptly shuddered, then without warning, disgorged a massive shape all at once, more like that great form had always been there than as if it had in some sense emerged from the distortion. Three miles tall, one and half wide; a gargantuan metal structure than shone as if with veins of light, almost obscuring the symbol of Esthar on its side.]

[Lunatic Pandora.]

[At once, the field machines short-circuit in a pyrotechnical display that would have been awe-inspiring if not for the appearance of the Lunatic Pandora itself. The sudden shift of tidal forces was gut-wrenching, enough to drive weaker people to their knees from vertigo and nausea. In the sky above, the new moon burned a brilliant red, a long finger stretching from its surface towards the earth.]

[The field is down, but the monsters continue to surge forwards. Somewhere inside, the Time Compression Mage harnesses the massive tidal forces generated by the Crystal Pillar for his own ends. An army with a common goal fights on the opposite side of the pillar, but is the enemy of your enemy your friend?]

[The Lunar cry has begun.]

[OOC: Post to the threads below, or start your own if you have a scene you wish to do. There is no tagging order; respond as you see fit. Mod tags may come at any time. You may also NPC monsters or encounters yourselves if you desire. If you are specifically requesting a mod tag, please put some indication in the subject line of your comment. The OOC planning post is here!]
wrnpcs: ([library npc])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[This video is uploaded to the BBS under ID#GUEST -- which is likely the first time anyone has seen this new feature in the system. The person it features is a man, handsome in a vaguely bland sort of way, who could be anywhere from eighteen to forty. He wears simple brown robes, his hands folded into the opposite sleeves, and thought he smile, there is no mistaking the seriousness of his tone.]

Good morning, residents of Balamb Garden. I have heard of you, and I expect in turn that many of you have heard of me. I am the Time Compression Mage.

I am certain you will doubt this claim, but it is true. On my own world, I am a scholar of chronomancy and spatial alterations; here, my studies and my natural talent have given me an ability to manipulate the distortion of time and space we know as Time Compression.

[He lifts his hands, sliding them out of the sleeves to reveal long, fine fingers unadorned by jewelry. He speaks a few words that have no meaning in any language, makes a few passes with his hands, and then holds them half a foot apart in a cupping gesture. A ball of wrongness grows between them; those who observed the source of the jam flood might recognize this strange distortion.]

I have come to Balamb Garden to offer all of you who, like me, are displaced from their worlds... a way home.

Over Tears Point, which is the nexus of interactions for the forces that bind the world and the moon, sits a great distortion of compressed time. In slightly over one week, the forces will reach a temporal peak due to the combination of the moon's location and the approaching solstice. At that time, I will be able to manipulate the distortion. Those who are present at Tears Point will have the process that brought them here reversed.

You will go home.

[He lowers his hands, and the ball of distortion disappears as if it never was.]

I have directly requested the formal and official aid of Garden, but I hope those of you who are at liberty will aid me no matter what. I cannot promise any other person will be able to do what I can do. This may be our only hope to go home.

I have been graciously offered lodging here for the time being, so I make myself available to you. I know you must doubt my claims, or me; I invite you to put me to the test.

[The so-called Time Compression Mage inclines his head solemnly, and here the video ends.]

[Beneath the video, a transcript of his speech follows, along with a note that the video was posted on behalf of the Time Compression Mage, who does not have further access to the Garden intranet. Students and staff may discuss amongst themselves in response to this post, but the Mage will not see or reply.]

[As for the Time Compression Mage himself: true to his word, he has set himself up in an unused office for the time being, and is spending that time in study and research. Books sit on his desk and drawings and charts take up much of the walls. Nevertheless, he has made himself available to anyone who wishes to approach him.]
eggplantallergy: (Gakupo: good times)
[personal profile] eggplantallergy
You know, this is the first time I'll actually get an opportunity to attend a concert in this world! Is anyone else thinking of attending one of her concerts? If there is interest, please let me know, as I plan to get tickets very soon! Maybe we can get a group discount?

Also, does anyone have some extra mittens or gloves? Sticking my hands into my pockets isn't really working for me. I'm willing to do a reasonable trade for the gloves! I've gotten gloves, but if anyone needs assistance with something, then please let me know!

SeeD #28262
rewritethis: (okay player)
[personal profile] rewritethis
PM to Twilight and Pinkie )


[Today Edward is sitting in the library with an enormous paper bag full of baked goods on his lap and no idea what to do with it.

He doesn't object to free food. That's the last thing he'd ever object to. What he objects to is it coming in a bag too large to fit in his pocket, and too blatantly overflowing for him to sneak out under his arm with any pretense of discretion. It's not so large that he wouldn't be able to empty it in ten minutes under the best of circumstances, but the best of circumstances wouldn't involve sitting just yards away from a stern-looking librarian who almost caught him industriously chewing on one of the bread rolls earlier and didn't sound at all convinced when he protested his innocence.

That would have been a decent cue to up and take his research elsewhere, except... he's so close. He's sure he's close, surer than he has been for a long time. He's got a good feeling about this particular enormous textbook on the theory of paramagic, and he's barely scratched the surface. If he shuts his eyes, he can imagine he already has one hand on the front of the Gate.

...Dammit, who in their right mind just drops something like this onto a table in the library and rushes off without even a transparent excuse?! Okay, Rainbow doesn't quite fit that criterion, but still!

It's a dilemma. When all of this is finally over, he thinks, he'll have to hand his brother an invoice for the trouble.

But for now, if he sees anybody passing by who doesn't appear to have too big a stick up their ass, of course he's going to wave them over, shoot a furtive glance to either side and then quickly proffer the open bag.]
Hey. Happy birthday.
laughafterme: (Pinkie: UWAA--!!)
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Am I the only one who thinks that recipe in the newsletter needs a SERIOUS boost?! It seems kinda...bland! Where's the five cheeses?! The peppers?! The FUN?! They should include a video at least!


[Anyone could see Pinkie run in and out in a hurry, taking out bags and bags of trash while muttering about:]


[Well, it was more like muttering loudly...]
redcinemareel: (Grell: in a bad mood)
[personal profile] redcinemareel

I certainly hope I won't have to continue fighting after suffering a concussion. Nasty things they are. I wouldn't recommend them.

Oh, and I DO expect an answer, because I refuse to go back to battle after this. Only a few people are aware of how much it pains me to make such a statement.

-Grell [She's in no mood for her usual heart after her name]


[Grell will be sitting in the cafeteria, a bit in a daze while she tries to sip her beloved orange juice. There is a bandage on the side of her head as she leans her chin into her hand, playing with the straw to her glass. She yawns, because wow, medication is pretty strong in this one.]
jointheclub: (not happy to hear that)
[personal profile] jointheclub
[The Itemcrafting classroom looks like something out of The Sword in the Stone today, with beakers, cauldrons, tubes, liquids, chests, and sundry supplies all floating around in midair, almost but not quite bumping into each other. On one side of the classroom, knives furiously chop away at roots, stalks, and bulbs; on another, large tongs stir boiling cauldrons. In the midst of all this, Slughorn directs traffic with his wand, hurrying here and there to check this process or temper this reaction.]

[Truth be told, Slughorn is running himself raw, between days of gathering up students on the Island and nights of making items and potions to repair the damage they've done to themselves. A very uncharacteristic scowl seems to have landed permanently on his face, and he is constantly mopping at the shine on his increasingly-mottled forehead. In fact, one might almost say he's showing his age...]

Don't even know why I came out of retirement. What am I, a Healer?

[He flicks his wand irritably, sending two completed sleeping draughts and a half-dozen Potions flying into a box.]
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I heard that there was a potion that turned all the animal-people into human shape for a little while. Is there one that does it the other way around? Only I was wondering what it would be like to be a pony, like Twilight Sparkle.

jointheclub: (and here it is)
[personal profile] jointheclub
Might be a bit late for this, but who can tell when Christmas is supposed to fall on a world like this anyway. So! Merry Christmas, Balamb Garden!

To those of you who've expressed interest in trying your hand at Potions, we will be starting that up tomorrow evening, do stop by if you have any magical potential. I'm afraid Muggles need not apply -- that's nonmagic folk to those of you who don't know the term. Potions is a wizarding art, you know!

And to some of you, I'll look forward to seeing you tonight!

-Professor Slughorn

[What's tonight? Why, Slughorn's holiday party, of course! By invite only -- and how do you know if you get an invite? Well, if you have great magical potential, if he knows you and voluntarily gives you the time of day, or if he doesn't know you, then you're in! Invitees can bring a guest as well!]

[The party itself is held in Slughorn's office, which is approximately the size of the quad right now thanks to some fancy Charms laid on the room, and bedecked with emerald, crimson, and gold wall hangings. A man not without contacts, Slughorn has managed to cadge a remarkable spread of food and drink from Balamb Town and possibly Champloo, sitting on the tables beneath glittering lights. Slughorn himself is making the rounds with a smile, eager to meet guests and invitees he doesn't know.]
dragonspooker: (Why yes I do like shiny things.)
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[The video ticks on showing Lina in uniform, and those familiar with it will notice that she's in her classroom.]

So, I'm curious - those of you here who have magical skills that aren't Paramagic, I'd like to talk to you. I'm curious as to how they work. You can either answer here, or come see me in my classroom if you'd prefer to do so in person. Especially if you feel a demonstration is needed. This will help me work out ways to teach future Offworlder cadets some of the more complex Paramagic spells - and you'll get to show off a little, if that's your kinda thing.
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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.]
jointheclub: (really now!)
[personal profile] jointheclub
Not to put too blunt of an edge on the question, but who here can use magic? Not paramagic. Who here was born with actual magic? I've a notion to offer some lessons in Potions on the side, spread the knowledge around. Never hurts to have a few more people with a few more skills, if you can learn it.

[And people to do the hard work of gathering and preparing ingredients for his own work, but let's not mention that.]
tricksterking: (Your boxers are in the dishwasher.)
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Alright, I'm getting bored around here. Anyone have any idea of something fun to do? Or feel like sparring?

Tell me about your world if you want. That works too. I'll tell you about mine if you really care.

-- Instructor Wukong


[Those who look around will find him -- surprise -- lounging in a tree in the Quad. He seems... somewhat off today, for those who know him, looking fidgety and uncomfortable and generally just irritated. This obviously means he's a bit more distracted and doesn't quite notice anyone coming up to him straight away...]
redcinemareel: (Grell: Hmm?)
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Has this poly-whatever-it's-called potion been tested on humans (or beings biologically close to human)? Has anyone of this category tried it?

I do wonder what would happen if one were to swallow some of that concoction for the sake of curiosity.



Aug. 17th, 2012 03:55 am
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B106.... B107....

[Ah, there it is. B108

Riza opens the door to her new home. She wasn't sure how long she'd be here, but she was at least grateful that the Headmaster was kind enough to let her stay. He seemed like a very understanding man from the get go and even allowed her to take some classes as a Cadet despite the age restrictions.

Turning the light on, she discovered that the room was simple-just the way she liked it. Well, the empty side looked simple. Riza opened her mouth, ready to call out that she was home out of sheer habit, when she realized something. The dorm room lacked something. A certain sound of paws pitter-pattering across the floor. She sighs. No Black Hayate here.

As promised, Riza found her Course Catalog with acceptance letter on a table in the kitchen. Quickly skimming through the letter, she looks over to the other bedroom. She knew she'd have a roommate, but it seemed said roommate was not in at the moment.

Taking a seat at the table, she decides to flip through the catalog and set up her classes while she still had the chance. Headmaster Cid said she only had a certain amount of time before she had to turn in her course schedule. She didn't have a bag to unpack after all.

After a few hours of setting things up on a piece of paper, she decides to go ahead and take her course schedule to the Headmaster's office. Riza assumed her roommate was attending her classes, as this Twilight Sparkle hadn't arrived yet.

If you see her in the hallways, take a moment to talk with her a while. Maybe then she can get some in-tell on what this place is about.]
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Cut for introspection action -- angry phoenix is angry! )
Option A:
[And so it is that Marco is just kicking the shit out of anything in the Training Center... and finding that so less than satisfactory. He'll just have to go out on another mission just to kick things in the face.]

Option B:
[And true to his protest, unlike the human versions of his friends walking around the campus to try out the potion, Marco struts around in phoenix form. Purposely snagging attention. Normally he'll just laze about and read or sit in a tree and watch. Not this time. This time he's being downright impetuous, sneaking up on humans and stealing pens or scattering papers. Or he'll sit and stay for a pat on the head if you're nice. Still, if his non-human friends have to suffer, he'll make the humans suffer along with them! Hope you didn't want that tea, because he might just stolen it. Bonus: he can't recognize all the nonhumans in human form so he might just wind up antagonizing them too........ oops?]

Option C:
[And finally, finally when he's no longer being held back by his wife from kicking through the Commander's office and possibly rioting or at the minimum, mutinying; he'll post to the BBS.]

It seems there are a lot of phoenix feathers offered as rewards for the missions, so just where are the phoenixes that these feathers come from? They can't all be GFs. Has anyone even seen a phoenix before? I thought they were made of fire, how do they even shed feathers?

[Never mind that Marco himself goes through a horrible awkward shedding state each and every spring. Mm-hm.]

If the phoenixes are being held hostage, clearly they must be freed immediately.

Thank you.

- Marco

[He does NOT sign with his rank, because clearly that is a mistake they will go about fixing shortly. Or they will learn.]


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