Aug. 24th, 2011

feedmyglitch: (♥ Sora: Rage... Hatred...)
[personal profile] feedmyglitch
[He doesn't seem very comfortable. In fact, he seems anything but comfortable. But he has to do this.]

Greetings, fellow students and instructors. I have... A confession to make.

[Here goes. This may not be received well.]

My name is not Sora. I myself was actually lacking a name, so I took the name of someone I share a close relationship with. Recently, a friend of his gave me my own name.

[...This is very uncomfortable. He doesn't like to admit his lies, his shortcomings, his lack of a true identity.]

I am now named Ardos. It's a pleasure to meet you once again.
[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] badasscopters.livejournal.com
[Goose has been in some odd sorts as of late.

He was grumpy. He was finding himself losing his luster. Here he is, an ace pilot in his prime, and he's suddenly finding himself unable to understand basic concepts in his new training. Even the basics of flight and aerial combat were things he couldn't possibly retain in his poor mind.

That wasn't the weirdest of it, though. It is certainly the worst of it, but not the weirdest.

Said weirdest part was, well...

Let's just say that anyone who passes him by may notice his hair moving at his will, grabbing at things and pressing buttons and doing everything his hands should be doing. At times, Goose gets bewildered or just plain facepalms at the possibilities his now prehensile hair can reach.

Approach?
]
[identity profile] subjuggloco.livejournal.com
[Your name is GAMZEE MAKARA, and you are finding yourself faced with the biggest miracle you have ever caused in your life.

... okay, no, that's not right. Real formatting: Gamzee Makara, Witches Reign's one and only sopor-meister, is finding himself faced with the biggest miracle he has ever caused in his life.

Much better.

One might find Gamzee sitting in a table and looking incredibly amazed. Shocked. In a total stupor. Yes, while he is finding himself unable to touch his sylladex and reach for his bicycle horns or clubs, he is able to cause a miracle of a different kind now.

He literally bears the miracle of allowing Faygo and sopor pies to appear out of nowhere, along with miscellaneous, yet very minor and/or insignificant (to others, at least) miracles. No, really. He thinks that he's hankering for a pie right now, and suddenly, there is three! He then wants a Faygo, and suddenly, a 2-liter bottle appears next to him.

He couldn't comprehend these miracles. I mean, how the fuck does this kind of thing happen? What made these motherfuckers just pop out of nowhere?

Miracles is what.
]
subjected: (when you needed me)
[personal profile] subjected
[ Claire might be overly-serious and often annoyed by what is seemingly the strangest, smallest thing, but over the last week or so... yeah, something has definitely thrown her off completely-- even more so than the now-regular hints here and there that something is wrong.

Case in point #1: she's carrying around a weapon with her pretty much all the time now, regardless of any odd looks she gets. Standing in the cafeteria line? Yep, there's her bronze-colored FF8-style gunblade hanging sheathed behind her. Walking to class? That's her folded-up blue and gunmetal-black gunblade that came with her from home...

Case in point #2: she keeps messing with the lights even in the middle of class, and even though normally she's glad for the fact that her classrooms have windows, the dark looks she keeps aiming towards them from the other side of the room are... odd, to say the least. Eventually-- ]


Alright, that's enough. We're finished for the day.

[ ... Then, she moves to leave without another word. Simple as that.

However, afterwards she... still isn't looking so good at all, arm outstretched to lean against a wall outside, somewhere in between Garden's entrance and the inn. With her head bowed and eyes closed, she's pale, noticeably sweating, and totally tuned out to what's going on around her.

And furthermore? Those with a particularly keen sense of observation might notice something else interesting- wherever her clothes don't cover, she's... not casting a shadow. Weird. ]
alienfromkansas: (I do not think it means what you think i)
[personal profile] alienfromkansas
[Hello, Garden.

Today is a pretty normal day, despite all the things going around.

The birds sing, the sun is up, and Clark Kent is walking around, headed for his Basic English class. The exams are almost here, so he has a lot of work to do. He wants all of his students to pass, and he's doing his best to teach them properly.

So yes, pretty normal day.





Well, except for the fact that Clark's upper body seems to be completely invisible as he walks, and he doesn't seem to be noticing...]

[OOC: Clark power-swapped with Danny Phantom this week! I am, sadly, still unfamiliar with that fandom so I am getting most my information from the respective wiki. Please, do tell me if I get something wrong.
notasidedick: (well shit son)
[personal profile] notasidedick
[Morning| Training Center]

[If you're in the training center, or nearby, you might see Dick doing a little training. Nothing too complex, mostly just stretches and some gymnastics and acrobatics to make sure he doesn't get rusty.

He goes through his stretches routinely, starting from a sitting position before going into a handstand.

However, it's when he starts doing some flips and more complex feats that he starts realizing something. He's floating a few inches above the ground. This. This isn't usually normal. As soon as he realizes it, he also falls on his back.] Ow. [He sits up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. That was really weird...]

[Afternoon| Quad]

[Dick is spending the rest of his afternoon reading. There's a folder on the table near him which probably deals with his classes, but right now he's reading a book he's taken from the library.

He doesn't seem to realize that he isn't in his seat though, but actually floating a few inches above it again.]

[[OOC: Decided to give Dick levitation/flying for his superpower.

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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] 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.]

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