031 ϟ raining ice

[not_myfirstday]

How is anyone going to sleep with that pinging noise on the windows?

[flips through the journal, making sure it's not something 'weird' then goes to the window]

Hail.

Great.

[annoyed tone] Well, at least it's small.

× 09 ×

[hatfetish.livejournal.com]

Would there be anyone here who happens to possess a copy of that broadcasting from a few days ago? ♥

064; don't hold it all inside.

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

Matt left.

catorce

[ofthegiant.livejournal.com]

[ shortly after this. dictated with urgency ]

I need a medic. The clinic. Now.

[ added a bit later, more calmly this time, but still urgent ]

A doctor is needed at the clinic. Preferably from Earth, with conventional doctoring skills.

(no subject)

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: pretend this was much, much earlier because lol Desert Bus is distracting ♥]

[Yelling into the journal, stalking angrily in the halls looking for a certain someone... Yaaay moody Subaru! Again!]

What the f--

What the HELL were you doing, Travis?! Those people got really hurt this time!!

If you're on another one of those crazy losses again I swear I'm gonna... [Not be able to do anything. Grr.] I'm gonna... I don't know yet, but you can bet it'll be awful!

(no subject)

[outcrazy.livejournal.com]

Ah, this--

[a looong pause. what the hell is this shit? Ophelia starts to look around the room, and eventually picks up the journal and just stares at it for a while as it writes in itself.]

Where am I? This is nothing like home... I can't sense any Yoma, and there's no sign of Clare anywhere! That's not right, not at all. She was right there next to me, and she definitely couldn't run that fast.

[a slightly pissy-sounding "hm"] Alright, if you want to keep your life and all your limbs, start talking. I want to know where I am, and I want to know how to get back.

♟ oo2

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ written ]

Lenalee Lee, thank you for your assistance earlier.

[ gil's in the town, woeing in a corner somewhere because he hasn't been able to find a single clue about leaving this place. he also finds it suspicious that vincent is here, too. too many questions in his head ]

Damn.

[ a frustrated sigh as he flips through the pages looking for more information, remembering events at sablier. while he needs to rethink his 'answer' he doesn't feel comfortable in paradisa at all ]


[ ooc: bug him in town or via journal. whichever o/ ]

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[When Yuan can't sleep, he reads. Tonight, he seems to have a particularly interesting find - a history book from some time in the future of Aselia, which details among other things Lloyd's journey and the fall of Cruxis.

He huffs in annoyance as he reaches a certain passage, though.]

...I should have known. History is always biased toward the winners.

((ooc: The 'history' of Lloyd's journey is the 'journey so far' synopsis provided in the game so that players don't lose their place in the plot. I was re-reading it and noticed there are a couple of points where it's distinctly biased toward the heroes.))

(no subject)

[crocodilecop.livejournal.com]

( Akito )

(no subject)

[the-law-won.livejournal.com]

Travis:

You're making a lot of people angry. Try not to die, all right?

(no subject)

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

( Travis Touchdown )

(no subject)

[true-superboy.livejournal.com]

( Private )

rule one ☺ terminate terribly

[admonishme.livejournal.com]

[ the journals picks up the sound of a pen rolling off the desk, then a somewhat sleepy murmur. everything is dictated ]

.. Vermin..

Just five more minutes, then I'll study--

[ but his elbow slips and he promptly faceplants into his desk with a yelp, having been startled awake ]

Ow! Ow!I wasn't sleeping, Eclipse!

.. Eclipse? Huh? He isn't here..

Hey, how neat! You guys redecorated while I was sleeping! I really like this desk, the chair is a lot more comfortable than the old one! But how did you switch them out while I was slee-- resting my eyes? I guess I really do have a lot to learn, huh?

You know, it's kinda cold--

[ oh, hey. someone just took a gander out the window. well, this certainly changes things. he's quiet for a moment then, as if he's expecting to be scolded, he begins sheepishly ]

This.. isn't the same castle, is it?

(no subject)

[proudly.livejournal.com]

[Duck and cover time! After being pelted in the head about fifteen times with some pretty decently sized chunks of ice, Kamina's scrambled back inside to take cover under the nearest hard surface.

Apparently charging in screaming, "Who the hell do you think I am?!' doesn't work too well when you're battling the elements. Not that he has ever experienced hail before. Cut him some slack. D:

Feel free to notice him curled up under a table, or have watched him try, unsuccessfully, to battle the hailstorm with sword drawn and dramatic manly as usual prior to his retreat]

#24

[flack]

[Flack is not going out in the hail unless he absolutely has to. And so far, he doesn't have to. He walked the dog earlier when the hail was lighter, and now he's sitting in the lobby with the journal, flipping through and trying to keep up.

There are too many people in this place.

Growlithe is sprawled out on the floor next to him, mostly looking lazy, but occasionally perking his head up to get a good look around. Once a guard dog, always a guard dog.]

[Open, open, open.]

thirteen.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

-eese brownie!

[Yukiko was just walking down the hallway when Travis appeared, shouting that. It's a product of hanging around Chie and Kanji so much that she just stops, blinking.]

'Blueberry cheese brownie'?

[The attack is launched, and as agile as she is in battle, there's just not enough room to get out of the way; Yukiko lets out a pained yell as she catches the blue ball of death right in her stomach, launching the girl back with it to slam into the wall behind her.

Then it explodes, the journal skittering away from her to land, singed, elsewhere in the hall. It hurts - she hasn't been burned in so long, fire was her element - and she lets out one pained whimper as she lays, rather severely injured, against the wall. She doesn't have her fan; she can't heal herself. She doesn't have the energy to summon her Persona. Help?]

♞ Ⅳ; castle's entrance

[bound_darkness]

[A drenched-to-the-bone Cloud is standing at the castle's entrance, taking shelter from the hail that's getting big enough to hurt a bit when walking around without a helmet, or something. Nope, his hair is still as gravity defying as everyday, even if wet. Just in case you were wondering.

The guy's trembling very slightly, well, it's colder than where he comes from, plus being wet from head to toes doesn't help much. And he simply stays there, looking at the outside as if waiting for the hail to stop and be able to go out again. Seems he'll have to wait for a long time.

Careful, the floor is kinda slippery around him...]


[[opennnnnn]]

012 - Training

[devil-blue.livejournal.com]

( [Ino] )

[So you know that hailstorm outside?

Well Vergil is on the roof of the castle in the middle of the hail storm that descending upon Paradisa. And in a chance to further train himself, he is cutting every piece of hail that comes his way. He hasn't been hit once, and there is a bubble on the roof around Vergil that is completely devoid of any hail.

Come bother him in the middle of his epic?]

(no subject)

[imahumanryo.livejournal.com]

[Dictated because Ryoki just left his room and is standing in the hallway by his door] Are there any vets around here? My rabbit is acting kinda weird. It's probably nothing but-

[Whatever he was going to say is cut off because Travis just suddenly appeared and before Ryoki can yell at him for surprising him, he yells. "THIS IS THE END!" Time slows, even though that's pretty much impossible to convey of the journal and he slashes Ryoki across the chest with his beam katana. He disappears as fast as he had appeared and time goes back to normal. Ryoki makes a chocked noise, grabbing at his chest with the hand that's not holding his journal]

What- Travis? Fuck... Fuck! [He lifts the journal up to look at it, glad that all that got caught so he doesn't have to explain too much]

Hey! I'm going to try and head down to the clinic. Could a doctor be ready? Or meet me half way. Something. It's kinda deep. [Sorry for all the blood, 6th floor]


((TRAVIS ATTACK Sorry it's a little late. I suck))

Vision: Hail?

[chasingvisions.livejournal.com]

Have I mentioned just how glad I am that this place decided to treat us to all four season? And then for extra fun pelted us with balls of ice?

No?

Maybe because it SUCKS. God, I miss L. A.

(no subject)

[yeahihidmypants]

Who: Oliver Queen + Others!
What: Archery Practice with Hail
When: After the Hail gets to be about tennis-ball size
Where: Doors open to the Castle, shooting out into the open air
Rating: PG



( Moving Targets )

√three

[orderlybento.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Asuka )

[doesn't realize the journal's still open]

...What's that noise outside?... It doesn't sound like rain... [sounds of opening the curtains]

Ice?!

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Delirium is in your game room. Oddly enough, she's not making a lot of noise or rainbowing about. She's not babbling nonsense, or grinning like a lunatic. She's not even, and this is a truly odd part, constantly shifting appearance in front of you.

Delirium, in all of her silent and unfocused glory, is just watching you. But how do you know its really you she's watching? She looks through you, eyes focusing on a distance that isn't quite the wall and manages to somehow just pass your eyes.

Settled into a small alcove, her knees are tucked up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. There's muffled mewing from the lap her body is curling around, and her kitten crawls up and pokes his head over one arm to give a much more direct look at the room.]

((ooc: No, this is not a loss. Del just got too formulaic ♥))

(no subject)

[protects.livejournal.com]

[Leon's jolted from his sleep when his hand brushes against something slimy. Hey, he's seen one too many tentacles not to be safer than sorry at this point.

He's not sure whether to be glad or not though, when he notices that it isn't a probing tentacle squirming against him ... but Claire, using his stomach for a pillow and drooling all over the place.

Well, there goes that fantasy...]

024

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

Apparently, his name is Travis. Several of the residents know him. See, not like Cabot at all. So it must be some kind of loss, right.

Probably.

[Pauses for awhile, then: ]

Do you think this means it’ll snow soon? God, I hope so…

[Sitting on a couch in the lobby, watching the hail… and talking to himself. Bother him? Or, you know, just detour around him. Whatever]

Thirty Ninth Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

Just a few days away, how about that.

Heeeeey, Cats and Kittens. I've got a few positions free in Caritas that are just begging for someone to fill them. So anyone who wants to work in a bar where you'll be treated like family, have a whole lot of fun and work for a boss who's 90% less crazy than Travis, Caritas is the place for you!

(no subject)

[vengefullight.livejournal.com]

[Lovely weather we're having. On his birthday of all days. He's admiring the hail from a window, his Seviper beside him and open journal in one hand. He sighs, and shakes his head, turning around and starting down the hall with his snake partner in tow.] Fond memories of fighting in this kind of weather-

[He stops then, cringing immediately when he notices a certain someone appear before him] Shit-!

[And everything goes into slow motion has Travis yells "THIS IS THE END!" With time slowed and having no way to retaliate, he is left wide open for not one, but two strikes from Travis' beam katana, the two strikes crossing across his chest and tearing through his armor with little difficulty. Then he's gone in the blink of an eye and as time returns to normal, Lucian immediately collapses to the floor, bleeding profusely from his chest and journal falling next to him, remaining open and having caught everything. While Seviper hisses furiously, Lucian only mumbles one thing.]

...Ellen...

(no subject)

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

[After being attacked by Travis in the garden, Reno opens up the journal as he groans in pain. He pauses for a moment, deciding best how to get the people's attention since he was stupid and this was the one day he left his restore materia up in his room.]

[Which of course, he decides the best way to do that is to cover his hand in blood from some of his wounds, and leave a very bloody hand-print on the journal along with some smears. HI PARADISA.]

Can I get some help? I got attacked in the garden by Tr-

[a pause as that fact sinks it, followed by a groan]

You know what? Never mind. I don't think my pride could survive this anyway. Seeya in two weeks.

(no subject)

[groundbreaks.livejournal.com]

[ Sakura was just coming in from off the top of the roof where she was chatting with some people and examining the hail. For the most party, she was pretty soggy from all the hail, and was excited to get back into her room. Her hand had opened the door a few inches before sensing something was wrong. She threw off her cloak immediately, and while doing so her journal fell to the floor and, of course, opened up.

Instinctively, her hand formed into a fist and there was a loud "AHHHHHHHH!" as she punched through it, and Travis' "THIS IS THE END!!" came across the journal. ]

W-Wha--

[ And she had no time to reply. Sakura's eyes widened at the effects of her surrounding and she stood there stunned, before the sounds of her obviously getting the shit kicked out of her were heard.

Not even seconds after, Sakura fell to the ground and she began crying out, crawling towards the journal. ]

63.0

[encryptedlock]

[And it's to the sound of hail pounding the castle that York wakes up in his own room. The journal's reappeared by him, catching his first unsteady breaths. It's not easy, coming back. Especially not coming back to this place.

He steadies his breathing and locates the journal, lights still off, not yet noticing or caring that there's a new TV in his room. When he speaks into it his voice is mostly controlled, though miserable.]

Uh. I'm back. I'm...I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.


Where's Delta?

Duel 002;

[parasited.livejournal.com]

I hate to be a bother when everyone seems so busy, but... The castle is supposed to repair any damage done within a little while, right?

It's been two days and my door is still sort of...broken. And I don't exactly have any tools to try and fix it with.


[[ooc; Thief King Bakura kicked down his door the first day her arrived and it hasn't been fixed because the castle decided he needed to MAN UP AND DO IT HIMSELF or something idk. MOD APPROVED]]

(no subject)

[dykeazuka.livejournal.com]

"So far biologists have identified 27 kinds of parthenogenetic lizards—all-female species that lay eggs to produce exact genetic copies of the mother. On field trips in Arizona and Colorado, a team of researchers headed by Psychobiologist David Crews found that four of these species engage in mock male-female sex.

An active female mounts a passive one, curves the tail under the other's body, strokes the partner's back and neck, joins genital regions, and rides on top for one to five minutes. The active female lizard always has small undeveloped eggs, while the passive female has large pre-ovulatory eggs. But there are cyclic variations in behavior and egg size in these reptiles, and roles reverse; the passive female of one encounter can be the active partner of the next."

That is ... the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my entire life. [SOUNDS TEARED UP]

Travis. I challenge you to a duel.

008

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Anybody here know how to knock dents out of armor without breaking it? I'm willing to trade a favor.

Friggin' hail.

034

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[filtered to those with the ability to seal/erase memories]
If you can see this, there's something I want to discuss with you. [/filter]

[filtered to Judeau]
We should talk. [/filter]

[a bit later, Guts was going about his business in town when the mediocre hail had gotten serious. taking cover in front of a random shop, he decides to wait and see if he should brave it and trek it the rest of the way home or if it'll taper off. perhaps someone else is in a similar situation...]

[ooc: so very open. :)]

(no subject)

[gunblade-heart.livejournal.com]

I'm new here and I'd like to know where here is.


[He wants to say more. He's even sitting there and thinking about what more to say, but he really can think of anything. Since the journal was open and Leon was just sitting there idly...]


It's hailing. I wonder of Sora or any of the others are in this strange place...

(no subject)

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

( Claire Bennet )

x.

[jack-maid.livejournal.com]

[it's a dog! In a box! (The box has "Sakuya" written on it in ugly handwriting.) And the box is out on the castle's front steps, where it is susceptible to stray hailstones. Small growls can be heard as a baleful gaze is cast on the dark skies.

Rescue/give bone/pet?]

[ooc: finally, loss]

(no subject)

[revengefinale.livejournal.com]

( PRIVATE )

⇒ 013

[fastest.livejournal.com]

[ just got his ass kicked by those giant baseball-sized chunks of hail, since it took him a few seconds to remember he could 'stop' them midair. Whatever, he's bruised and dripping wet as he rings out his coat, trying to find his way to the kitchen so SOMEONE can make him hot cocoa with lots of marshmallows ]

002: I think I'm gonna bang Dennis' mom.

[watsupbitches.livejournal.com]

Okay, so I talked to this really horny chick tonight, and it made me think...

if I'm gonna be stuck here, I might as well make myself as useful as I can, right? So, I'm gonna put it out there right now for all the chicks here (of all most ages, by the way):




I will bang you. There's no need to get sexually frustrated.

(no subject)

[not-hawkingbird.livejournal.com]

[an irritated voice mingled with swift footsteps is suddenly heard on the journal]
- really isn’t the time, Dad, I have something I need to - [and both abruptly die with the creak of a door]

...Huh. I think I'd have noticed if we got a new corridor. [low murmur] Good thing I have my bow and arrows – okay, I wasn't holding this a second ago.

[and now she's flipping through the journal]

This has got to be the weirdest abduction I've ever seen.

(no subject)

[hassan-q.livejournal.com]

[it was supposed to be easy

It was only the annoying kind of hail you can ignore, but on the way back from town it was hail that people without car insurance have nightmares about

and one poor Canadian vampire pirate was caught in the cold -- and beaned in the head with a baseball sized piece of hail and is left dead -- well kind of groggy anyway -- on the lawn

S.O.S.]

Tell my bitchy goth wife and Clyde... I love them...

...I'm too pretty to die...



[OOC: SEND HALP. Might be kind of slow because I have a paper due tomorrow XD;]

033: a warning to the people

[heroslayer]

( [Washington] )

(no subject)

[perverse.livejournal.com]

[With the latest of the random attacks focused at one of his students, Kakashi has taken to tracking down the person responsible. It would be a hell of a lot easier if he had his summon contract, but alas. He'll have to do things the old fashioned way.

Needless to say, the clap clap clap of sandals can be heard over the journal, which is open so that he'll be able to hear if another attack is picked up as he makes his way through the castle]

[ Whether or not he actually catches up to Travis is up to you, Morgan. Anyone else is welcome to see him, or comment on the noise idk. ]