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| [ The video starts rather abruptly and at the bottom of a set of stairs. It seems it's been jarred to life, and the reason why is coming right at it: there's a horse. And it's falling down the stairs.
When the animal finally lands at the bottom it just lays there for a moment; there are a lot of angry noises coming from it as the chest heaves and, eventually, it stands up.
And looks none-too-pleased at the situation.
There are a few shaky steps before it finally sits down again, glaring down at its own legs. ]This has got to be the most idiotic-- [ The rant tapers off into a lot of grumbling, but by now anyone who has ever met Bon undoubtedly knows exactly who this is.
He eventually spies his SFC, and the all too familiar recording light, and he sort of scoots over to it before poking at the thing with a hoof until it finally turns off. ]((ooc; BON IS A PONY!! Action available to villa residents. This is sort of a placeholder post, and backdated to yesterday (Monday) morning. I've gotta get to bed right now but I wanted to get the post up before it got too late in the week.)) | |
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| That's much better, but...
[So says a certain young man dressed in stark monochrome, dark hair interrupted by three parallel lines of white running along only one side of his head, as he regards what appears to be a colorful ball -- the sort of toy meant for felines to caper after, once catnip has been placed inside.
Residents of a certain villa may recognize their foyer.
It's looking significantly tidier, or rather like someone had artfully arranged but one side of it, and proceeded to arrange the other side in a spookily precise mirror image. Even various cat toys found scattered around the premises have been doled out to each corner of the foyer in a bilaterally symmetrical fashion.
Someone even went through the trouble of dusting and sweeping. It veritably sparkles. Death the Kid's hair is a little disheveled, in the way of one who had little choice but to let damp hair dry as it would.
Indeed, the young grim reaper had stood there in the plaza since yesterday afternoon waiting to drip-dry, unable to abide by the thought of moving around while his wet clothes insisted on sticking to him, horrifyingly askew. He has standards.]
What do I do? It's almost perfect, but I can't simply place this in one corner.
[This is sort of stressing him out.]
I'll just have to acquire another that matches this precisely! Residents of this house! Where is the nearest market?
[This, while addressing the starfish communicator held in the other hand, until the reaper's golden eyes dart a brief, distressed glance at his own creased (and still uncomfortably damp) suit.]
...No, I should first change into something suitable. But I can't just leave this unfinished!
[Ahh, he can't decide, what should he do? WHAT SHOULD HE DO??? At last, he decides to stow the catnip ball away, and black, crackling tendrils of skull-capped shadow spirits away the toy out of sight.]
First things first--where can I launder and dry my clothing? Don't delay in supplying in answer, this is essential, I'm filthy. - Tags:death the kid, dirk strider, jade harley, john egbert, karkat vantas, kuro, maka albarn, neophyte redglare, rin okumura, sarah zellaby, suguro "bon" ryuuji, yukio okumura
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| [Looks like someone finally decided to use his SFC! Since arriving he almost forgot he had it. Too wrapped up in exploring his new situation.
Some may find he looks familiar to a certain half-demon hot head, but their differences become more evident after a second glance, like his obviously older appearance and red eyes.
For someone relatively new he looks pretty relaxed.]
This feels like something out of a children's book. What was that story about the city under the sea? Or maybe it was washed away by the sea... Oh well!
So tell me, guys and gals- What's there to do around here? I figure if I'm gonna take an unwanted vacation I should at least check out the locals' recommendations, yeah? | |
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| [Falling into a fountain was about the last thing Jade expected today, especially given that she was just on John's driveway with said ecto-twin having fallen asleep. When she breaks surface and shakes herself off to the best of her ability, it takes her a moment to realize that she has been in this place before.
It's Vatheon, of course.
But she's been away from Vatheon for two years, has anything changed? Taking a quick look through her SFC reveals that, no, the same residents are here just like before. It must be that time shenanigans going on--she was gone for years, time did not pass in Vatheon.
Or at least not much time.
She's too wet and miserable to present herself on the network, or even talk, so she sends a quick text out instead.]( cut for eye-searing lime text. )[With that out of the way, she sits on the edge of the fountain shaking out her god tier pajamas. The bad thing about them was that though they stayed magically clean, they apparently couldn't magically dry.]((ooc: Here is Jade's text permissions post in case you need it!)) | |
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| [ So. It's that time again, Vatheon. The new arrivals are coming.
This one is a particularly disgruntled young man, hair a soaking wet mess around his face, even covering his eyes. He lifts a hand to push the strands back against his head and he gives the SFC a look, flipping it around a couple times before he lets it settle back on his face again. ]
This is Suguro Ryuuji, Exwire, Tokyo Division, reporting--
[ But he stops and frowns, grumbling. ]
--Screw it. If there's anyone here from home, let me know you're alright.
[ BLIP goes the screen. He's going to be chilling in the plaza. ] | |
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