graynbowdash: (Oh hey!)
[personal profile] graynbowdash
(So that trip to the Island Closest to Heaven sure was something else, wasn't it? Plenty of damn difficult monsters littering the place, but also a bunch of really neat things to find, namely awesome magic. It's been a wreck with so many getting thrashed and whatnot, but at least everyone survived until the end, right?

Speaking of which, there was one in particular who kind of went missing shortly after they arrived. Daring was first scouting the area to see if she could take a few cadets along, but a run-in with an Ochu made things more complicated than they should've been.

It got so complicated, it took up nearly the entire three weeks she was there.

So suddenly, here's your favorite pony instructor on the video feed, looking rather exhausted, but very proud of herself.

Phew...that took a lot longer than I thought it would. Sorry for disappearing like that, everyone; I got caught up in a slight dilemma, but I think this made it worthwhile...

(The video turns over to one dead Ochu. She chuckles.)

I got me a big one! It put up a hay of a fight, but even one of these guys isn't a match for Daring Do. I need to take at least something from this home as a trophy because there's no way I'm not taking one.

So yeah, I'm not dead. Just making that very clear.
laughafterme: (Pinkie: JUMP HOW HIGH?!)
[personal profile] laughafterme
[The air is full of excitement (at least according to Pinkie) as the beloved MC for the date auction takes the stage. Dressed in a queen of hearts costume (with full red bodysuit beneath), Pinkie hops onto the stage with the brightest smile she has in her arsenal.]

WELCOME TO THE EIGHTH ANNUAL… uh… SECOND ANNUAL… No, that's not right either…

[Just how many were there?! Pinkie does some math in the air before batting away at the imaginary numbers.]


All proceeds from the auction will to towards making a fun space filled to the brim with FUN! Doesn't that sound…FUN?! [Is that silence?] Yeah, I'd rather the money go to orphans, too! But we can work on that later, right?! [She looks to the GFC. Well, it's more like a 'WE-HAD-BETTER-OR-ELSE!!' kinda stare. Pinkie looks back to the audience with her brightest smile again.]

So let's get this show on the road! [Pinkie gives a sly look to the audience.] The road to love~!

(ooc: please wait until all threads are completed before commenting! Look to this space for the signal! GO AT IT! And please remember to add your character tags to the entry!)
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.]
marearcana: (sassiness)
[personal profile] marearcana
Well, this was more than a little unexpected, but I need to introduce you all to someone.

[Something offscreen pipes up, saying only:]


I'm getting to that! Anyway, Time Compression seems to have brought me a... research assistant of sorts from home for Hearth's Warming.

[She turns her head to the side and nods, waiting for a small owl, who is by no means wearing a bejeweled bowtie, to rest on her back.]

I'd like you all to meet Owlowiscious.


You, you silly owl!

[And, turning back to the camera once more:]

...He does that sometimes.

[OOC: tan text is the owl.]
elementofloyalty: (rainbow awesome dash)
[personal profile] elementofloyalty
[The pegasus pony that cheerfully flies across the lobby to the quad, this morning? There's a few odd things about her.]

[For one, she's flying about walking speed, just a couple feet over the ground. In fact, she may only be flying because of the easel and art supplies case she's got gathered in her hooves.]

[Second, she's singing. Not with words, but she's just in such a good mood that she's cheerfully using her voice as an instrument. (Yes, it's the theme song, if you were wondering.)]

[Third, her mane is noticeably longer than ever, brushed to a sleek shining flow of color that streams around and behind her like a waterfall.]

[Rainbow nods and smiles happily to those she passes as she makes her relaxed way to the quad. Once there, she spends a moment surveying the scene, one hoof to her chin appraisingly, before dropping lightly into place by the stage. With a casual motion of hoof and head, she nudges the easel upright and open, then opens up the art supplies case to pull out her palette and paints.]

[A few quick strokes of a pencil on canvas later, just to set basic scene and proportions, and the pegasus pony is happily mixing paints, still humming as if everything is right with the world.]
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[personal profile] mirage_diver
[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.]
youngnobelman: (with Ԍaomon: awaiting orders)
[personal profile] youngnobelman
What languages do you speak, besides whichever Old language you may have taken or may be taking in LAN 101?

I've found it interesting how some of the 'Old' languages that used to be spoken in some countries on this world seem equivalent to languages from my own world. For example, Japanese and German, my native languages, are much like this world's Old Shumi and Old Trabian. (So if anyone who took LAN 101 in a quarter offering those languages would like to practise their conversational skills or continue their studies, I may be able to fit you into my schedule. Twelve weeks is a short time to learn a language.)

I also ask because if we know how many native speakers there are of other languages, we could suggest that the library supply more non-English language books than just beginners' textbooks and low vocabulary level graded readers. Of course, I understand the library and the foreign language department's budgets may not cover new additions, but it's worth a try.

Touma H. Norstein

[Inspired by Chika's example of dragging Piyomon around with her, Touma actually has Gaomon out in the open today. Maybe Those Three Girls some of the more xenophobic cadets will get more used to more non-humans around if a SeeD, and their apprentice doctor, at that, has a non-human friend around.

[So here they are sitting across from each other on a bench in the lobby, a 3x3 gridded mat with one card on it between them. Both of them have a hand of monster cards before them.]

Try to play a card with a higher number than those on my card.

These really aren't drawn to scale.

[Touma smirks.] That's a little beside the point, Gaomon.

Dream event. )
marearcana: (Helpful Lecture)
[personal profile] marearcana
[This morning, Twilight woke up with an inexplicable urge to practice a particular subschool of magic.

Ordinarily, she'd be concerned about showing off with a spell like this one, but since there was bound to be little-to-no reading material about the theoretical applications of gravity manipulation around Garden, she has no choice but to resort to practical use.

So, you might be seeing a purple unicorn on the ceiling today.]
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[personal profile] elementofloyalty
[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.]
graynbowdash: (Respect the hat.)
[personal profile] graynbowdash
(Hope you don't mind more ponies, garden dwellers; there's one more making her way through the garden with an air of familiarity as if she traveled through the corridors many times before. Having just come back from a long mission meant she should probably reintroduce herself to everyone in garden.)

Hey there, everyone! It's Daring Do, your instructor in survival skills and first aid. I've been away on a mission for a while and it feels good to be back in Garden. I'm pretty sure there's some new faces I haven't met yet, but it's never too late for meetups and all that.

Anyway, since classes aren't going to be in session for a while, that gives me enough time to figure out a nice welcome back lesson plan for you. You probably won't have too much to worry about as long as you're up to date with your studies. Can't have any of my students slacking off now!

And even if you're not one of my students, I still look forward to meeting you all, so if you want to talk or meet up or anything like that, I'll be around the garden. Not too much to worry about since I just finished up a mission, but I won't be too hard to find; promise.


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