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[ooc: quirkless translation]

Translation. )
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[personal profile] unconchonable
for all ivve the right to be dowwnright bloody PISSED at bein throwwn about to some other univverse i suppose i could havve ended up at wworse
a military academy i can deal wwith this
wwhile im not needin any more military expertise beneath my belt since i UNDENIABLY knoww a thing or twwo about military tactics battle formation and all a that from my SWWEEPS a study on the topic i suppose learnin from a inferior species wwill be at least insightful
if not a touch fuckin embarrassin honestly howw do you pink squishy space monkeys hope to survvivve wwith such primitivve military means
wwhatevver
all i can say is this
dont wworry about those feelins a inadequacy youll be facin noww that im here its pretty fuckin natural among you landdwwellers its better that you simply accept them noww itll make your self doubt and hatred less extreme and easier to cope wwith
this is the only handicap ill alloww you to havve because once i get started wwith this school youll nevver find a better soldier
ha soldier fuck that by the time im done ill rule this fuckin academy like its my hatchright wwhich honestly it really is
stand back plebeians and make wway for your prince


(ooc quirkless translation:)
Translation )

002 [bbs]

Sep. 27th, 2011 11:29 pm
[identity profile] ageaaquarius.livejournal.com
so recently i recievved a uh
wwhats the earth name for it
oh right
i recievved a kitten
youvve probably seen him runnin around a little bit or somethin but uh yeah
hes fitted wwith a collar a bell an a tag
youd knoww him if youd seen him an i mean hes not that fuckin hard to spot believve me
i might be wwantin a little bit a advvice since ivve nevver really taken care a somethin like this before an evven if i do knoww i havve a great handle on keepin him all happy an content
wwell i wwouldnt mind someone givvin me a small tip or somethin
just wwanted to say it wwhile i remembered


[Also attached is an image of said kitten.]

Action!

Sep. 19th, 2011 11:30 pm
[identity profile] lefteros.livejournal.com
[Greece's paycheck may have been replaced by his sponsor's allowance, but that doesn't mean he's gotten any better at managing his money -- just because he's now serious about not accepting loans doesn't mean that he's going to stop buying whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

Of course, this usually consists of knick-knacks, puzzles, and food. Not only for him but for all the cats he keeps attracting, no matter how unintentionally, and there are a lot of cats.

But seeing as Garden is currently docked at Fisherman's Horizon... well, that means Greece is saving quite a bit by catching some cat-food rather than buying it.

Follow the cats and you can find Greece perched around town in the morning and evenings, invariably next to the water's edge with a tackle-box and a cooler -- and, naturally, a fishing rod.

He's not paying too much attention to it, though: some of the cats that surround him keep trying to crawl into his lap, no matter how often Greece pushes them back out in case he gets a bite and knocks them into the sea when he tries to reel it in.]


Shoo.

Hey, shoo... how will you eat what I catch if you go swimming instead?

[Anyone want to hang onto a cat for him?]
[identity profile] knightofmirth.livejournal.com
hello all you lovely garden residents
i got me a motherfuckin riddle here i want to be sharing with you
so throw your answers at me all good and proper

knock knock
[identity profile] bentbowarcher.livejournal.com
[Equius felt a little off all day. There was just some minor detail about his day that was just a bit irregular, but no matter how hard he puzzled, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was confounding, but if he couldn't figure it out, it must not have been too important, right?]

[Perhaps he just needed to eat something.]

[Depositing his things at a table (gosh, he hadn't realized how heavy all those books were until he wasn't carrying them anymore), he got in line and filled his tray with as much food and as many milk cartons as it could hold, as per usual, then sat back down at the table. It wasn't until he was half-way finished that it hit him.]

[He was getting full. He'd gone through three milk cartons without crushing a single one. His silverware was completely intact. Doors hadn't slammed behind him all day. He'd only broken one or two pencils, as opposed to two per class. His books were heavy.]

[His STRENGTH was gone.]

[And he wasn't near as sweaty as he felt he should be for coming to such a startling realization]

[He's just going to stare blankly at his food and try not to panic now]
[identity profile] imthechosenone.livejournal.com
[ Harry's read the letter twice and he's now wandering through Balamb Garden with his wand tucked safely inside his jacket pocket. He's cautious and slightly wary, but having decided to heed the note of caution in the letter, he's not about to brandish his wand like a weapon or use magic unless completely necessary.

The very last thing Harry remembers is that after having defeated Voldemort, and after having been sleep-deprived for days, he'd headed straight to bed the moment he had arrived at the Burrow.

Despite his apprehension, Harry had gone straight to exploring the area. So far, he's been to the Front Gate, walked through the lobby twice, took the elevator up to the second floor, poked his head into one of the vacant classroooms and passed through the Ballroom on his way downstairs.

Hungry now, he's decided to head over to the cafeteria. He figures he'll eat first and then maybe take a look at the letter again before perusing the course catalog.
]

::ooc::

Feel free to bump into Harry in any one of the locations mentioned!
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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 )
[identity profile] bentbowarcher.livejournal.com
[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

[ BBS ]

Jul. 28th, 2011 09:43 pm
[identity profile] bentbowarcher.livejournal.com
D --> Why are classes cancelled at the end of the week
D --> This is 100dicrious
D --> Two of my favorite classes are covering topi% that I partic001arly enjoy
D --> And you are cancelling them
D --> This is an outrage
D --> I am furious
D --> I would rather attend class than this f001ish carnival hullaba100
[identity profile] ageaaquarius.livejournal.com
[Okay. Okay the last thing he did before being sent here? Shit. That's all in the past. Nothing happened. He didn't get his black advances rejected by Rose, and he didn't get his computer blown up. Except... he's probably going to flip a switch if someone brings it up. Yep.

Oh but uh... None of that happened.

Man. None of that happened. Everything's cool.

However. He's still completely confused about why he's even here in the first place. Interview wasn't too painful to endure, and neither was knowing that this is a military academy. Shit, that even makes it seem better.

Now he's just... aimlessly wandering around the lobby and the dorms, trying to not look like a confused idiot. It's really failing... really really hard. Flag him down and talk to him, he'd probably absolutely love it. If not? Well, he'll deal with it.
]

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