[identity profile] of-10-faces.livejournal.com
1. [There's a stranger in the quad today. He just literally showed up out of nowhere but all identification marks him as a Cadet. And he's taking pictures everywhere with a magenta, or maybe pink phone. In fact no place is safe from his relentless picture taking: locations, people, etc. Maybe go bug him about taking pictures of sensitive things?]

2. [It's later in the day and he's taking a picture of several plants in the training room when there's a loud roar that makes him look up. A t-rex is snarling at the young man who calmly replaces the cap on his lens.

Maybe you're a more experienced cadet or a SEED but this young man shows absolutely NO FEAR as he straps on a white camera and pulls out a card.]

Henshin.Read more... )

[Did he just flying kick that T-Rex in the head?: And the T-rex exploded? Hmm....]
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[There are 3 options and places you might find Marco today.

First, there just happens to be a certain vibrant blue phoenix hanging out in the quad "meditating" and trying to keep calm for the past month. Seems the Commander of Cool for once is having troubles staying composed. It's hard to study for a field test and as excited as he is, he has a lot more laying on the line than he has had for nearly a year and a half. There's a deck of Triple Triad next to him, and far more books than belong anywhere outside of the library, but he seems to be going through them.

Secondly, on the 26th, he's raiding the nurses' office and infirmary to steal needles and tools of sterilization.

Later on, it looks like he's setting up orange ink into very very clean needle tubes... for those who'd know; it looks like he's setting up a miniature tattoo parlor. Now what could that possibly be about?

And then there's this BBS message. Oh. So that that's what it's about.]


When done right, they are a mark of pride, much like a pirate flag. [Oh dear, someone's criminal roots are showing.] They symbolize something important to you, something that even if you magically live another thousand years, you will still want to show off for what it meant to you when you got it, and what it means to you even now. Something you want people to know how strongly the thing it represents affects you.

Something to think about. I've got the ink if you've got the guts.

[Quick... get in on that before the man shuts him down. And on the last day before his exam too, tsk tsk.]


Sep. 22nd, 2011 11:19 pm
[identity profile] atouchofstrife.livejournal.com
[ Cloud had decided to get up early and spend a few hours with his blades, making sure that they were in shape after the whole 'sucked into another world' thing. Once cleaned, sharpened, and polished he took the Fusion Swords outside of the Garden for practice. Sure he could have gone to the Training Center, but he had found the ceiling was just a little too close for comfort, especially when he jumped. He needed space and he needed to work off all the tension of ended up in this strange place, where even the air tasted different than what he knew.

So there he was in the field, the First Ken in hand while the five other swords formed a circle around him, going through the very simple step-slash-block-return moves of a basic kata. The air was fresh and cool, feeling good against his bare arms, and he could taste the nearby sea when the wind blew off of it. He closed his eyes, letting his feet and arms carry him around the circle.

So absorbed in his practice, he really wouldn't notice anything around him, even if it was a Sephiroth appearing in a pink apron talking about peace and harmony. ]
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[Rapunzel stares at the letter in her hand, reading it again, frowning. This was....so confusing. Hadn't she just been in Corona with Eugene? What did this Headmaster mean? Time Compression? Sorcery? Well, she supposed that she should be grateful she was being given a place to stay, at least. She was a little worried, but tried not to show it as she explored, frying pan in hand and hair pulled back and shorter into a braid trailing just above the ground as she walked, barefoot. Trying to find her way around and to Fisherman's Horizon. Getting familiar with her new surroundings she found herself in.]

E-Eugene.....? I wonder if he's even here....? Or Mother....
[identity profile] fn-rebel.livejournal.com
[Jet’s walking around, only half paying attention as he scans the letter in his one hand.  It’s about the third time he’s done this now, and nothing seems to be registering.  Which frustrates him more than worries him.  They can’t explain how he got here or how he got back, but they could leave a letter just to inform him of it, huh?  How convinient.
A little more aggressively than he intends to, he stuffs the paper into his pocket and lets his hand linger there.  He lets his other hand find the other pocket as he quickens his pace.  A thousand thoughts are racing through his mind, and by now he's practically jogging in hopes of a familiar face.  Were the others here?  He’d been fighting (with?) Aang, right?  Maybe he got sucked into this place or whatever.
Walking along the Fisherman’s Horizon, Jet goes to call out the names of his friends but stops.  What use would it be?  What if it would endanger them or somehow lure them here or--
Temptation gets the better of him and he ventures out more, frowning and pursing his lips.]

Guess this is home.

[identity profile] makeashowofit.livejournal.com
[Now that Ahim and Luka are here, Marvelous is starting to think of how to implement them stealing themselves their own vessel for the four of them to stay at. Already, Marvelous knew he wanted an airship but, there was only one owned by the Garden and, he wasn't going to take that for himself because they needed it for their own use. So, with the plans to go to Balamb, Marvelous decided that once they dock there, they're taking one of those.

But until then, time to prepare.]

Scenario 1: Training Centre

[Marvelous didn't train as much as Joe did but, for now he was here. But, the people he met so far might not recognize him since this time, he was in his Gokaiger sentai garb. Grats were no challenge for him so, with sword in one hand and gun in other, he takes them down one after the other.]

Scenario 2: Fisherman's Horizon

[Marvelous is still a sentai but, not the pirate themed one anymore. Instead, this wizard themed one is standing off in an alley where there were a few sheets of metal. Wand in one hand and tapping it against the palm of his other hand, Marvelous looks at all this junk and scrap metal lying around, plan forming in mind.]

This should be enough.

[OOC: So, while in sentai, people who've met Marvelous before likely won't know it's him HOWEVER the gun and sword he uses are the same one's he uses from his Gokaiger outfit so, if anyone has taken a good look at either weapon, they might be able to make a connection in Scenario 1.]
[identity profile] fateandfake.livejournal.com
[HEY THERE GARDEN. You remember that awesome party this past weekend? Yeah? Have a lot of fun? Maybe you got together with that cute guy (or gal). Wore that bikini that was just a too bit skimpy? Had a bit too much to drink? Or you totally faceplanted trying to hit that volleyball.

Whatever it was? All those embarrassing things that should stay back on that beach and never be talked about?

They are totally plastered up on the backside of the Garden Directory in picture form. That's right. This is the Wall of Shame. Sorry were you hoping no one saw all that? Enjoy your photos guys B)]

((ooc: up to you guys whatever Seifer and Japan caught pictures of, make stuff up, HAVE FUN /o/!))
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Option 1 - Training Center:
[Ever since his embarrassing defeat to a woman, Joe had taken it upon himself to visit the Training Center daily. He would stay there for hours on end-- from the time the school opened for classes, and until night fell upon the Garden, only stopping to take a break for lunch or dinner. To say that he was obsessed with winning was an understatement. There really was no other option besides winning.

Today, he's there again, fighting through grats and meeting the occasional T-Rexaur. Actually, the monsters are beginning to get too easy for him-- though it still takes a little while to defeat a T-Rexaur. He's also getting used to dual-wielding his sabre and a gunblade, though he still tends to prefer using his sabre rather than the gunblade.

It's really no different seeing him fight today, but as he makes his way to yet another area, something happens. As he leaps to attack a monster, he doesn't exactly make it back to the ground. Instead, he stays floating in the air, and in a little bit of shock.

He knew he didn't transform, so it wasn't like he could blame it on one of them. He was just... him.

And he was floating in mid-air.

Oh, and look. There comes that T-Rexaur he was fighting just at minute ago, charging at him. A little help would be great right about now, since he really doesn't know what was going on, or how to control this power of his.]


Option 2 - Secret Area:
[Spending so much time in the Training Center recently, Joe had randomly stumbled upon the Secret Area. It was strangely peaceful, and there didn't seem to be anyone there tonight. After the random... mishap... in the Training Center earlier, he was a little spooked, to be honest.

He sat along the stone railing that overlooked the Garden, his legs dangling over the edge. It would be a lie to say he wasn't thinking of jumping right off the thing to see if he could float again... but then again, that would be a stupid idea if he didn't, and he really didn't fancy dying.

Pulling out his Mobirate and Ranger Key, he had an idea. Maybe transforming into his Jetman counterpart could help him out. So if he did fall, he'd still be able to catch himself before he actually hit the ground. Maybe it would work.]


[ooc; Right so Joe has unwillingly found himself with the power to levitate/fly for the Superpower Event! Though, he hasn't quite figured out the flying part yet. :\]


Aug. 29th, 2011 03:34 pm
[identity profile] makeashowofit.livejournal.com
[So Marvelous was never the most discreet person in the world because he really just doesn't care. But, as of yet, no one has really seen his power or witnessed a transformation from him because he simply doesn't care to inform people of them.

But since he showed up, there might have been a time where people have noticed a shadow flying over head that looked like a person in red with wings

or did it look more like this?

Maybe while walking down the streets of Fisherman's Horizon, down in an alley or another street you might have caught a glimpse of something that kinda looked like this in the corner of your eye

Or was it this?

However today no one will be seeing these random caped crusaders in red spandex

Because Marvelous, despite the fact that he's not a student, is in the cafeteria and on his third serving of lunch.]
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[ Anyone walking into the training center would hear a large crash, followed by repeated swears in multiple languages. Closer inspection of the crashes would find you encountering a highly pissed off Erik Lehnsherr, brows furrowed in a combination of both anger and confusion as his attempts to ward off what appears to be a giant dinosaur aiming for him are failing successively. There are objects of metal flying around here and there, but despite Erik's constant focus, they're not any efficient against the T-Rexaur.

He neatly runs off, evading the dinosaur if only for a brief moment, and takes a respite behind a column, frustrated. ]

Damnit, where's Charles when you need him for this?

[ OOC: As part of the superpowers event, Erik has lost his metal manipulation! Feel free to jump in, save him, mock him, whatever! ]
[identity profile] outstandings.livejournal.com
[It seems like another normal afternoon for Hermione; she's in the library with a tall stack of books, various textbooks and other nonfiction publications to help aid her studies for the upcoming examinations.

She's settling down in her chair before she reaches to pick up a book to open-- but when she attempts to turn the page, the paper sticks to her finger and refuses to let go. No, really-- it's not going anywhere.

When she finally yanks her finger away from the page, the book explodes into a shower of torn up pages.]

Oh no--!

[OOC: For the event, Hermione has been granted paper manipulation powers.]
[identity profile] thecolorleslite.livejournal.com
[It had been only a few days since Shelke had entered this world. She had went to a few classes and tried to talk to others. It seems that none of the students share her apprehension. Of course, they had not been a part of Deepground. Shelke hates the Garden already. The sudden kidnapping, the recruiting and all the unfamiliar faces, it all reminds her of that forsaken place of evil, Deepground. That's the last thing she wants to think about. Back had home she had been moving on,in this place her mind goes in circles.

She needed to escape the Garden. Glad that they had stopped in Fisherman's Horizon, Shelke had nearly ran out into the town. Now, as noon shoppers spill into the town she sits near the water's edge. The quiet suits her, and she is enjoying it. Her stuffy school-issued shoes and socks are stripped and laying carelessly on the ground. She sits on a rock with her feet hanging off into the water.

Shelke is silently contemplating her escape, when a strange sensation sweeps through her. Her slight figure is humming for a second, then it dissipates, leaving Shelke gasping. She stands up quickly. But before the girl can turn to leave, the feeling shakes her again. With a small gasp of surprise, she watches as her small arms fade into wispy clouds of blue gas than back to normal.

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[After a few days of being stuck in this world, Joe hadn't found much out other than what was obvious. For the most part, he and Marvelous dug up the same information, which wasn't much to go on anyway. What was clear was that they were in a school, and a military school at that. Authority, structure... neither he nor Marvelous did well with that. It was too boring... lacked excitement. And rules... they were meant to be broken by their standards.

At least the 6am wake-up call didn't bother him.

He was up and ready before the early-morning wake-up call, but he wasn't going to any classes. Of course not. Why would he? It's not like he wanted to be here, anyway. The idea of joining military again made him uncomfortable. The last time...

Well, that was then. He was a pirate now.

And he wasn't about to quit training to stay at the top of his game. So as soon as he was ready that morning, he made his way just at the edge of Fisherman's Horizon to a clearing, one that he hoped would be private. And with Marvelous' sabre. If he needed it back, he'd come find him.

With a clear head, he began to

ooc; You really only have to watch the first 30 seconds of that.]
[identity profile] bahamutgal.livejournal.com
[Scenario A]

[This town wasn't so bad, really. It reminded her a bit of Oerba - it just had that quiet sense where everyone seemed to know each other. Well, it used to, probably. She figured all of these extra people in town weren't doing much for the quiet.

Not that any Garden students were causing a ruckus. Good thing, since even though as a SeeD, she was supposed to be setting an example and enforcing all of those rules, she wasn't really up for the task. Hey, if everyone was old enough to be wandering around town, they were old enough to keep themselves in line.

Even so, Fang found herself wandering along the Horizon Bridge, inadvertently keeping an eye on things. Well, half an eye, anyway. What she was really thinking was that this spot probably had a fabulous sunset. Maybe she'd risk breaking curfew to see it, though it was a silly thing to break it for.

Hmph. Rules. Who needed 'em?]

[Scenario B]

[Whether it from being a l'cie or just because of plain old unwillingness to let anything get the best of her, Fang usually had no problem in taking down a T-Rexaur - as long as it was just one at a time. Sort of like the King Behemoths back home.

On this particular night, though, this one seemed to be giving her trouble. She'd sought out the Training Center since she was feeling particularly restless and of course, she could only go here. Nothing wrong with getting rid of some beasts to help someone sleep, right?

Maybe she was more tired than she'd thought, because this thing was certainly putting up a fight. It wasn't as though she didn't feel strong enough to beat it; more like...she was drawing her strength from the wrong sources. But that was stupid. She knew her strengths better than anyone, after all, and had been using them and fighting for a lot longer than most.

Bah. Perhaps she should use a status spell, though she'd been finding little use for them lately. She held her spear out for defense, calling up her rather pitiful stockpile of magic for a Sleep or something, but to her surprise, instead of the intended spell, a tiny burst of flame shot from her hand. It wasn't anything at all impressive - it lasted barely a moment, but it was enough to startle her into staring at her hand in surprise.

That hadn't been l'cie magic...or her l'cie magic, anyway, unless she'd gained a few new abilities while she wasn't looking. Hmph. If no one had seen it, it probably wasn't anything getting herself all worked up over. Spell flukes happened, right? She needed to concentrate on this beast, anyway, before it saw fit to chomp her right in half.]
[identity profile] makeashowofit.livejournal.com
[Wherever this place was (Fisherman something or other), Marvelous wasn't exactly thrilled by it. All he knew was he woke up, there were papers with him that he glanced over before throwing them in a trash bin and walking out on his own into the town itself.

He will be wandering around, generally lost and the confusion is pretty much clear on his face.]


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