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[personal profile] bunnypassingby
Has anyone else heard some of the natives talking about weird weather and weird people? Weird people attacking people and destroying things, that don't look like they're from this world...

I'm worried. There's someone from my world who might cause trouble like that if she turned up here...

Is there anything we Cadets can do?

- Mikuru
[identity profile] greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com

Is there anything to do? Seriously, I haven't done anything cool since that pink gorilla in the cafeteria a while back, and I think I read all the books in the library on alchemy and chemistry and machina and stuff.



[She wasn't kidding when she said she read all the interesting books already. Rikku's on the Quad (again, she really likes the Quad), flipping through a bestiary and comparing animals here to animals on Spira. She also looks positively bored]
[identity profile] dumpsterdives.livejournal.com
[ 'Troublemakers are free to roam...'

And yet, Garden's most notorious is remarkable only in her absence. No graffitti, no saran wrap on toilet seats, no firecrackers tied to doorknobs. If you step out of the grand hall, though, and follow the muffled, rythmic sounds of a gun being fired, you'll find her in the WTR-301 classroom, putting lead in practice targets. Her form is slightly off--she's going to give herself a sore arm if she doesn't change that--but the basics are there and her aim is brutal. The metal is warm in her hands, and with the protective headgear muffling the noise, all she had to focus on is the steady beat of recoil. Blam, blam, blam, click. Reload.

She doesn't want to think about loss; this is the gun that her father used. She stuck a gun just like this in a man's mouth, once, when he threatened her. (It's a good memory. Sort of.) She wants to make friends with this gun. Gokudera's gone, and when she thinks that probably no one realized but her she gets pissed off, but that's the truth and she's going to have to bust her own ass this semester if she wants to stay, after failing two classes last time. He won't be here to nag her into homework. She briefly wonders about just leaving Garden and touring; now that she has No-Time back, it would be simple. A long, long walk. But then faces spring to mind, and what if No-Time was gone, and she was looking forward to that one class...it's just easier, she tells herself. It's just easier to stay.

Blam, click, reload. Got nothing better to do? Come bug her--just don't sneak up on her, she's in a mood, has a loaded weapon and less than zero qualms on using it. ]
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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 Ballroom cheerily decorated 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 Graduation Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Graduation Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The dance will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.

[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] wildmelody.livejournal.com
Hey all, I'm a new face, just arrived and all so I figured I'd use this bbs to introduce myself. I'm Hibiki Houjou, I'm fifteen going on sixteen and I've just enrolled.

So uh, someone named Luka I'm rooming with at the Inn till we get settled in? I'd like to meet you and all. Thanks!

Oh and if anyone sees a pair of little floating gems, those are mine.

[Later that day, after using the BBS, Hibiki is out and about in the fishing village, jogging and seeing the sights. Everything was so different from Kanon, the city of music. The distinct lack of anything music related was definitely something.

She was adjusting better than anyone she knew, but then again she knew very few on this world. She was worried for Kanade however, but knew that Kanade was a strong girl.]

You're worried about Kanade, Ellen and Hummy, aren't you Dodo?♪

A little.

Well it's to be expected, Mimi. We're separated from the other Fairy Tones too, Mimi.♪

Yeah, but we know how strong they are. Don't you two worry, you're with me, and I won't let anything happen to you two.

[01] [BBS]

Sep. 13th, 2011 11:18 pm
[identity profile] elegant-pirate.livejournal.com
Good tidings to you all. My name is Ahim, and my world was called Famille. I have been here barely a day, and I hope that while I am here that I can make the most of it.

Please excuse my forwardness, having only just introduced myself, but there is something that I must ask of you. I need to know if some friends of mine are here, and if any of you might know them. It is of the utmost importance. Their names are Marvelous, Joe Gibken, Luka Millfy, and Don Dogoier. If you could help me, I would very much appreciate it. Thank you.
[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/!))
[identity profile] doommagnetengie.livejournal.com
[OOC Note: Strikes indicate backspacing on Isaac's part.]

Oh look, I'm back agai
So I came back as soon as the quarter ends. Gives me time to prepare, at least. Not like home was a good place anywa At any rate. This place seems to be holding up fine enough.

As an introduction, the name's Isaac. Starting next term, I'll be your M/W/F Engineering instructor Wait, that can't be right. Did I sign up to teach Psychology too? Oh boy, this has got to be a jok As well as your Tues/Thurs Psychology instructor. I'm sure you'll all do fine, but be warned I know this stuff and for good reason. Hands-on experience is my forte.

That's all, I suppose. I look forward to seeing you all in my classes. Feel free to ask any questions. Or introduce yourselves, it's always good to know who I'll be teaching.



Sep. 4th, 2011 11:15 am
[identity profile] dumpsterdives.livejournal.com
guess who talked nida into flying us to the gd beach next weekend???

yeah thats right bitches, you can all start bowing to my awesomeness now

whoever wants can come i guess, but im not taking care of jack all for you so bring your own towels and tents and food and shit, if you starve or die from jellyfish poison i dont care im not taking responsibility

i guess there can be beach ball (lame!!!!) and fireworks and shit, someone can handle music (it better be good tho)

wtv im bad at organizing, just tell me if youre coming or not
[identity profile] betweenpaths.livejournal.com
[Riku hasn't been up to much over the past few weeks. Coming into the Garden so late in the quarter, he wasn't sure what classes to take or specialization to enroll into with finals looming so close. He's gone to visit different classes to get a feel for how things operated here, but nothing was concrete just yet.

Not to mention the lack of his usual powers made him wary about things. It was strange not to be able to have the Keyblade in hand.

So today, after scoping out more classes and getting used to the layout of the Garden, Riku's decided to relax in a nice shady spot in the Quad focusing on controlling his new power. He's in control of his ice a lot more than he was at first, now just freezing things when he wants to. He's practicing using his ice to tiny little ice model and scupltures. There's a few half-melted hearts around his feet, one paopu fruit, and currently he's got a half formed model of his Way to the Dawn in his hands.

It's good practice for control for him. Come and admire some of his handiwork?]


Aug. 24th, 2011 10:06 pm
[identity profile] expiries.livejournal.com
[Rolo, to say the least, is paranoid -- more so than usual, to the point all he can think about is that (or the lack thereof) as he sits in the corner of the cafeteria again, idly holding an uneaten sandwich with no intention of consuming it anytime soon.

Various persons had struggled with a multitude of odd problems as of late. Taking that into account, he'd gone to his dorm when Oz hadn't been around to try again and again, but to no avail. And that realization (why isn't it working?) is now eating away at him as he stares off into space, too engrossed in his thoughts. Frankly, it's irritating to no end and starting to put him in a most foul mood.

Then his sandwich catches fire. The sudden heat snaps Rolo back to reality and he looks down to see that . . . oh. His sandwich is on fire.

U-uh -- !?

[He extends his arm to hold the sandwich at a distance away from himself. Given the moistness of the bread, the fire hasn't spread much. More importantly, where did it even come from?]
[identity profile] bentbowarcher.livejournal.com
[There is a troll in the quad, standing with his hands on his hips, glaring down at a couple of cats that have plunked themselves down at his feet. They stare expectantly back up at him, or rather, at the big black magpie on his head, while the largest, a chubby, bright orange tabby, meowing loudly and insistently]

No. This is ridiculous.

[the cat meows again, while the magpie smugly flutters its wings, and cocks its head to the side, a bit of blue ribbon with a bell tied to one end dangling from its beak]

I am not on his side, nor am I on yours. I am not on anyone's side. I am simply an innocent bystander caught in the crosshairs of this absurd conflict.

[The cat lets out an earsplitting yowl, and Equius just facepalms with a groan]

What is this? What am I doing? How is this what my life has become? I want my STRENGTH back!
[identity profile] totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com
Okay, um. I think maybe something wasn't right with the medicine I took when I was sick a little while ago? I feel really good right now, actually, but it's only been a few days since I was let out and I've already broken a bunch of doors and some walls. And I'm not usually strong at all or anything...

Also, if anyone sees a burnt tree covered in ice...I think that was my fault too.

So, yeah. I think my medicine might've had something wrong with it.


[Later, Danny is fidgeting pretty seriously outside the building. He didn't want to go back outside, not after he got sick from all the germs out there, but staying inside was more hazardous to everyone else, given how many doors he'd broken. If he stayed inside any longer, he worried that he would bring down the foundations of the building and send the whole thing collapsing.

So now he stands on the grass, wringing his hands and glancing around impatiently.

Except for the bit where he suddenly finds himself floating 15 feet off the ground and rising.]

Oh--oh man! Um! Can--can somebody please help?!

((OOC: I'm still kind of slow, but I wanted to get in on this, so expect lots of backtagging here! Also, for the record, Danny's powerswapped with Superman.))
[identity profile] easilytriggered.livejournal.com
[In some slightly off-the-beaten-path part of the quad today, there is a giant pie, and by giant, you could say that several grown men could fit inside of it comfortably--it is, however, oozing apple filling and not... blood or something else onto the grass, so perhaps that's a comforting thought. On top of said pie, there's a rather odd assortment of other baked goods: muffins, strudals, loaves of bread, cookies...

It's a surprisingly expansive list! The odd thing about the pile, however, is how nothing appears to be of the normal size; everything is either too big or too small. There are doughnut holes larger than your head, and yet, at the same time, there are cinnamon rolls you could fit on a fingernail.

Well, at least they taste good? If you're brave enough to try one at least.

Oh, right, there's also a guy seated a few feet behind the giant pile of baked goods, leaning against the base of a tree. He appears to be surveying the stack with mild interest as he munches on a cookie the size of a hubcap.
[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] bratbeyond.livejournal.com
Scenario A: Inn Kitchen
[Don't ask how or why, but somehow through the magic of politics and sheer scaring the crap out of people, Damian's managed to commandeer the Inn Kitchen for an hour or two to make iftaar for the evening. It's still daylight, so he can't taste or drink the stuff he's making... and it's kind of a problem.

He's thiiiiis close to grabbing the nearest person he sees to ask them to taste-test his food. As it is, though, he's just staring at the recipe book and hoping that Allah(swt) won't mind it if he got a couple of ingredients wrong.]

Scenario B: Fisherman's Horizon Pier
[It's nighttime and Damian's FINALLY able to break his fast. He's sitting on the edge of the pier, with his date in one hand and fruit juice in the other. After murmuring a prayer, he inhales his date whole and gulps down his fruit juice in literally 2.5 seconds. It doesn't matter how often he's fasted---it still feels good to have something in his stomach after so long.

He doesn't bother to get up, though; he's more interested in feeling the sea breeze. Maybe it's stupid of him to sit and potentially miss Maghrib, but it's actually pretty nice out here!]

[ooc | As always, unfamiliar words can be deciphered by placing your mouse over them. :3 If it doesn't work for you, let me know and I'll translate.]

001 Action

Aug. 14th, 2011 01:21 pm
[identity profile] thecolorleslite.livejournal.com
[There is a reason besides her ability to turn invisible that Shelke is refereed to as the "Transparent". No one notices the slight girl sitting on a bench as the busy, laughing students buzz around the Quad. They are too caught up in whatever they are doing to notice the letter that Shelke clutches tightly on her lap. Their eyes travel right over the blank look on her face, almost as if she was deep in thought but really not. As the crowd thins , she almost acts as if she wants to speak to a few of the passerby. However, Shelke quickly goes back to her thoughtful blank expression, her grip tightening on the piece of paper.]
[identity profile] greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com
[Rikku's sitting in the quad, various vials of restoratives lying around. She finally managed to get enough potions to try out Mix. So far, she hadn't gotten anything, but this time, she's sure of it.

A little splash here, a shake there, and--

Okay, so the fact that her Ultra Potion is accompanied by a loud, unexpected "BOOM" startles her (maybe she used too much), but the fact that she can see the healing sparkles and can feel the bruises from tripping she has heal makes Rikku grin. So what if the trees around her are now missing several small branches? No one got hurt!]

It works!

[[ooc: peeps in the quad, feel free to suddenly feel a little less sore, or to have cuts heal, or anything like that.]
[identity profile] kissmydamask.livejournal.com

Hey Garden.

Guess what.

You're now trapped in the elevator.

Maybe you were too lazy to take the stairs; maybe you just needed to get somewhere and this was the quickest way from A to B, despite the janitor's warnings (and the signs on every floor).

Whatever the reason, it's too late! You're stuck in here. The lights are out, none of the buttons are working (or maybe they're jammed?), and it's unlikely you'd be able to pry open the doors — this elevator is one sturdy son of a gun, and between floors, there's nowhere to go.

Anyway... who's that with you?]

Cut for meme-speak! )


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