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maldestre.livejournal.com2011-10-11 10:30 pm
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maldestre.livejournal.com2011-10-11 10:30 pmiswaswillbe.livejournal.com2011-10-10 06:14 pmEntry tags:
nants ingonyama bagithi Baba
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The Big Guy, a shonen derp, a prat of a future king, a street-smart dumbass, and the loveliest princess you will ever lay eyes on
What: Therapy. God-style.
When: Forward-dated tomorrow
Where: The house that is actually a zoo
Rating: PG
( Sithi uhm ingonyama )
The Big Guy, a shonen derp, a prat of a future king, a street-smart dumbass, and the loveliest princess you will ever lay eyes on What: Therapy. God-style.
When: Forward-dated tomorrow
Where: The house that is actually a zoo
Rating: PG
( Sithi uhm ingonyama )
gwaine.livejournal.com2011-10-09 03:39 pmEntry tags:
(no subject)
Who: Gwaine and YOU
What: There's a shirtless man walking around that looks like this. What do you mean what?
When: Today!
Where: Anywhere in the castle and grounds you wantexcept your bed
Rating: P for Pectorals (no really it's all family friendly fun unless someone with colorful language comes along)
Note: Tag yourselves in please! Action spam welcome if you prefer. ♥
Gwaine decided today was as good a day as any to look for his room in the castle and whatever may be in there he could take with him. Mostly it was just the need to get out of the house for a while. Considering he's been studiously ignoring Arthur, this means there was no one to help him through his loss this morning.
Thus he's wandering around shirtless.
What: There's a shirtless man walking around that looks like this. What do you mean what?
When: Today!
Where: Anywhere in the castle and grounds you want
Rating: P for Pectorals (no really it's all family friendly fun unless someone with colorful language comes along)
Note: Tag yourselves in please! Action spam welcome if you prefer. ♥
Gwaine decided today was as good a day as any to look for his room in the castle and whatever may be in there he could take with him. Mostly it was just the need to get out of the house for a while. Considering he's been studiously ignoring Arthur, this means there was no one to help him through his loss this morning.
Thus he's wandering around shirtless.
excalibured.livejournal.com2011-10-07 10:50 pmEntry tags:
76 Swords in the Stone
[First, there's nothing but the sharp sound of metal against metal, and leaves crackling loudly under abrupt force. From the sounds of it, they've been at this quite awhile, and one of them isn't doing too well.
Arthur, for the most part, was holding his own. He was swinging and fighting like a rookie knight all over again, the near misses, the poor dodging, the almost fumbled blocks. But his sword work when he got it right was solid, and the memory for all the steps was still there. The problem was executing them around his blind spot, and that...He hadn't informed his opponent there was a problem to work around.
The last thing he wanted was an explanation, and admitting of a weakness that was either going to get him pity or a further guard he had no use for. He could fight perfectly well with his eyes closed for short periods of time, having trained for certain situations, but he couldn't rely on that forever. In a large battle with too many sounds, he'd trip up, and he wasn't looking forward to another vacation. But he couldn't rely on someone going easy on him to test his defenses either. He'd rather allow him to think he'd gotten lazy in his time here, than turned a few parts useless.
And it's the fact that doing as well as he is, that causes his own downfall in this. There's a sharp shout of alarm, and he doesn't really have time to think about it. He hadn't even seen the blow coming, and there's no way he's going to get his sword swung around in time. He brings his free arm up to block his head and braces for the blow. He relaxes a few moments later when it doesn't connect, and opening his eye reveals the steel inches from his arm]
You...idiot! [Yeah, maybe if he yells at you this will all be so much less problematic than it is]
Arthur, for the most part, was holding his own. He was swinging and fighting like a rookie knight all over again, the near misses, the poor dodging, the almost fumbled blocks. But his sword work when he got it right was solid, and the memory for all the steps was still there. The problem was executing them around his blind spot, and that...He hadn't informed his opponent there was a problem to work around.
The last thing he wanted was an explanation, and admitting of a weakness that was either going to get him pity or a further guard he had no use for. He could fight perfectly well with his eyes closed for short periods of time, having trained for certain situations, but he couldn't rely on that forever. In a large battle with too many sounds, he'd trip up, and he wasn't looking forward to another vacation. But he couldn't rely on someone going easy on him to test his defenses either. He'd rather allow him to think he'd gotten lazy in his time here, than turned a few parts useless.
And it's the fact that doing as well as he is, that causes his own downfall in this. There's a sharp shout of alarm, and he doesn't really have time to think about it. He hadn't even seen the blow coming, and there's no way he's going to get his sword swung around in time. He brings his free arm up to block his head and braces for the blow. He relaxes a few moments later when it doesn't connect, and opening his eye reveals the steel inches from his arm]
You...idiot! [Yeah, maybe if he yells at you this will all be so much less problematic than it is]
videres.livejournal.com2011-10-06 01:13 pm(no subject)
( house filter?! )
[ Backdated to the 4th.
She returns to the house with a bag of groceries, a sort of thanks for letting her stay that first night (even though she knows no thanks are necessary), picking a few leaves from her hair. It's a hard life having such fabulous and long hair, all sorts of things can get stuck in it, especially leaves when the sky decides it is going to replace the water in its clouds for leaves... or something to that effect. ]
Arthur? [ She puts the bag down once she rids herself of leaves, glancing around the room. Odd, she should've been greeted by a string of "you didn't need to do that" or complaints that she dragged leaves into the house. ]
[ Backdated to the 4th.
She returns to the house with a bag of groceries, a sort of thanks for letting her stay that first night (even though she knows no thanks are necessary), picking a few leaves from her hair. It's a hard life having such fabulous and long hair, all sorts of things can get stuck in it, especially leaves when the sky decides it is going to replace the water in its clouds for leaves... or something to that effect. ]
Arthur? [ She puts the bag down once she rids herself of leaves, glancing around the room. Odd, she should've been greeted by a string of "you didn't need to do that" or complaints that she dragged leaves into the house. ]
gwaine.livejournal.com2011-10-02 07:56 pmEntry tags:
i'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts
Who: Gwaine and Arthur. And Zoidberg Allen
What: Discovering a loss -or- how to get a prince to work for you
When: Early this morning
Where: Gwaine's new house which isn't actually Gwaine's
Rating:PG M for Manly. If naked chests and absurd scenarios offend you, look away.
( For a limited time, you can get your own Dress-Up Gwaine doll for one easy payment of 19.99 caisos! )
Gwaine and Arthur. And AllenWhat: Discovering a loss -or- how to get a prince to work for you
When: Early this morning
Where: Gwaine's new house which isn't actually Gwaine's
Rating:
( For a limited time, you can get your own Dress-Up Gwaine doll for one easy payment of 19.99 caisos! )
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huntersdaughter2011-10-02 01:00 pmEntry tags:
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Who: Jo and the people she invites to stay with her.
Where: Her house which is also the Continuing Hope Art Gallery
When: Sunday - Monday - Tuesday (all three days can get clumped into this one post. Just put the day in your subject!)
What: Duh. People have been locked out of the castle. This is because of that.
Notes: Sunday, we will assume she invited people in their own journals or they knew they had a standing invitation to stay if things went crazy. Those people, I've oocly contacted. On Monday, she will be making a journal entry opening up space in the gallery. She didn't want to do it if it was just a one-day thing. So if you want your character to get some CR with Jo, or anyone you see tagging into this post - feel free to throw a Monday or a Tuesday up in this post and direct someone toward it! You can reply to their comment with an OOC note or just send them a PM. None of us bite and we want more CR! -- also -- 3rd person narrative OR [commentspam] are okay by me.
It was... weird. Well, not as weird as hearing that before she had arrived in the castle no one had been actually "arriving" for a month. That had been around Christmas, nearly two years ago, and that was when apparently people were moving to the city convinced that they were 'from' the city. So far, it didn't sound like the stories she'd heard from those days. If anything this just felt like the castle was having her time of the month and didn't want anyone to touch her.
Or, maybe the castle was tired of everyone saying that it was a horrible place to be. The damn thing seemed to have a mind of its own, why not feelings too? Whatever was wrong with it, there were leaves piled up, people stuck outside and a lot of residents not feeling exactly welcome in a place that had kidnapped them.
That was the most ironic thought of the day.
Jo had a few friends that she knew would show up if they needed a place to crash, so she spent most of the early morning hours making sure she had clean towels and that the pull-out couch had clean sheets on it. Lucky for anyone staying with her, she'd gone grocery shopping the other day -- it had been on her list of things to do along with the inventory for the Lux -- and so her fridge was just fine. Besides, she assumed that this wasn't going to be a week-long thing.
Well, she hoped it wasn't going to be a week-long thing.
For the moment, Jo was just wondering what she was going to do with her time. It had been a while since she'd had a day off from the Lux. Not since... before the pirates. When her bar was destroyed. Man, she really hopes her bar isn't destroyed.
gwaine.livejournal.com2011-10-01 03:29 pm(no subject)
[The journal opens to capture the lively hubbub of a pub in town. Sounding as if close by, a young masculine voice calls out.]
One more round for everyone!
[His words are met with cheers. Almost lost in the din is a loud sigh. A throat clears and an older, gruff voice speaks into the journal.]
Yeah, listen, a "Prince" Arthur. I got one o' your…[He pauses as if considering what word to use. Behind him, the younger voice has started up a drinking song and others are joining in.]…"knights" in me pub. [He gives the name and address.] Need you to come take 'im off me hands.
Oy. Best be calling for Merlin. Arthur wouldn't be caught dead here.
You saying' I don't run a good establishment?
I have no problem with it. It's a, er, nice place you got here. Arthur, though, is a little–oof!
[A crash and a shout of laughter interrupt Gwaine. Whatever else might have been said is lost when the journal is slammed shut.]
((Purple's Gwaine, normal is the poor NPC stuck babysitting him for now. Open to any out for a drink in town!))
One more round for everyone!
[His words are met with cheers. Almost lost in the din is a loud sigh. A throat clears and an older, gruff voice speaks into the journal.]
Yeah, listen, a "Prince" Arthur. I got one o' your…[He pauses as if considering what word to use. Behind him, the younger voice has started up a drinking song and others are joining in.]…"knights" in me pub. [He gives the name and address.] Need you to come take 'im off me hands.
Oy. Best be calling for Merlin. Arthur wouldn't be caught dead here.
You saying' I don't run a good establishment?
I have no problem with it. It's a, er, nice place you got here. Arthur, though, is a little–oof!
[A crash and a shout of laughter interrupt Gwaine. Whatever else might have been said is lost when the journal is slammed shut.]
((Purple's Gwaine, normal is the poor NPC stuck babysitting him for now. Open to any out for a drink in town!))