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| [It looks like the Strider residence has adopted a new bird into their family. A cockatiel is resting on Davesprite's shoulder, looking very pleased with itself.]I found him in my room flying about like a little asshole. I can only guess that it was either Dirk or Bro who was the culprit in this case. Whichever one of you did it, fuck you, too. [He doesn't really seem terribly angry about it, just slightly annoyed as he rubs the bird's beak.]Anyway, his name's Pájaro. He likes listening to Spanish and his favorite treat is a green grape, but he'll go for a red one if it's offered. His favorite song is the Tetris theme. Oh, and someone taught him to bite if anyone says kiss twice. So don't do it. ( Locked to: Bro, Dirk, Nanaki, Leo, Rose, Death the Kid, John, Roxy, Jade ) | |
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| [Marcello was ungrateful for the rest he had been given. It was no fun depending on others or on anyone who you found it easier to detest. So he had packed his things and gone almost as quickly as his vision returned to his eyes. He had left without saying a word. It was not easy.
This time, he gave up trying to hurt his brother with words of his own. He sought those of others instead - but not to use them against Angelo, either.]
Greetings. Now I have recovered my health, I will ask this question: in this city, what parts are there to play for a man trained in the holy orders? The boredom of leisure is intolerable. I cannot see myself sat here doing nothing.
Regardless, I speak primarily of martial combat. I am also familiar with a wide range of literature. I equally acquainted with my world's scriptures, though that area is... Faith no longer interests me. I am perfectly willing to detail them for those who are interested, however. | |
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| [ Yotsuba has been busy today! She's got her crayons and a bunch of paper, and she's just been drawing. And what is in her drawings? Well, several people from the bubble, for one. And as she finishes her most recent drawing, she will hold it up for everyone on the SFC to see.] Look! I drew Big Sis! [ If you answer, you might get a shitty wonderful drawing of yourself, if there's not already one.] | |
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| [ Makoto was wet, dripping wet. Which made sense because the last thing he remembered was tearing through the ocean at night IN A STORM to rescue Rei. And he remembered that just as he was about to get him that cold fear clawing at him, making him shiver and shake and completely freeze, unabe to do a thing to help himself in the treacherous waters, never mind someone else. And now he was elsewhere… in some sort of town under what looked like a magical bubble. And because he is Makoto, and he always assumes the worst, that’s exactly what he does right now. ]
I… died?!
[ The thought is so ridiculous but… it didn’t seems all that unlikely! He was fairly certain there weren’t any underwater bubble cities anywhere NEAR where they were holding their training camp. This could be wat the afterlife looked for people who died at sea. Of course this meant he was a complete and utter failure as a captain and an upperclassman. What would Haruka think once he found out he had done something as stupid as drown? His one consolation was that he didn’t see Rei anywhere. He allowed himself to take that as a GOOD sign. He survived. He had to have. Maybe he got washed up on the shore of the nearest island… yes, that’s definitely what happened. As he moved to get up the SFC (which had been resting, undisturbed, on his lap) clattered to the ground. Curious, he picks it up. Some sort of unwieldy cellphone for the dead? Well.. he could always flick it on and see if maybe.. maybe by some strange miracle he wasn’t dead! Maybe instead this was like the beginning of a manga where he’s sucked into another world-and now he’s channeling Nagisa a little too much. ]
Hello? I really hate to be such a bother but I was wondering if anyone could tell me where I am? I was just in the ocean a minute ago and there was this really bad storm and…
[ He winces and laughs nervously. ]
It’s… I mean I didn’t DIE there right? I couldn’t have. That’s completely crazy! This is obviously just some sort of underwater resort. I hope. It’s definitely not the land of the Dead, right? | |
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| [Afternoon, Vatheon. Night is here, although he isn't looking very cheery right now. In fact he actually looks somewhat... ill?]
Does anyone know how to cut hair? I think I'm due for a trim... [Tucking back some bangs, the rest of his hair in a very small ponytail at the base of his neck. A groan escapes him as he runs a hand over his face.]
Ugh... It feels like a truck just headbutted my stomach. That can't be normal, right?
[No. It isn't.] | |
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