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Jun. 7th, 2013 09:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyfucker[So it's an ordinary day at Heibon, right, Aoba? Quiet, no customers, the three brats come and gone like the typhoon of energy and chaos they are. Some calls, but not many, and even fewer orders in the long run. A slow day by any standard, filled with nothing but sitting behind the desk and watching a shop that's going nowhere.
Until the door bell jingles. And in walks Noiz, piercings and flat green eyes and all. His bunny cubes clack together as he approaches the front desk - and consequently, Aoba - like he belongs there, hands stuck in his pockets and completely at ease among the junk. He stops in front of the desk, staring Aoba right in the face, not saying a word or explaining his sudden appearance until - ]
Hey.
We're leaving.
[... wait, what?]
Until the door bell jingles. And in walks Noiz, piercings and flat green eyes and all. His bunny cubes clack together as he approaches the front desk - and consequently, Aoba - like he belongs there, hands stuck in his pockets and completely at ease among the junk. He stops in front of the desk, staring Aoba right in the face, not saying a word or explaining his sudden appearance until - ]
Hey.
We're leaving.
[... wait, what?]
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Dec. 15th, 2012 10:02 pmwaywardshepherd[ He hadn't been snooping, really. He'd just been trying to clean up some things; he could see his accumulating mess, and he'd wanted to do something about it. Not that Alex Shepherd didn't snoop, and more than occasionally, just that this isn't the reason he manages to stumble across one of Henry's secrets. It takes him a bit to register what he's looking at, and then he's all grins, unable to help himself as he shuts the drawer and walks into the kitchen with the pack of cards in hand. He stops in the doorway, raising a brow as he holds up his find, a tiny grin already curling his mouth despite his best efforts. ]
And what's this, Mr. Townshend? Got something to share?
And what's this, Mr. Townshend? Got something to share?
there is a storm in the distance
Nov. 26th, 2012 11:04 amwaywardshepherd[ The rocky shore under his back digs in, hurting even through the thick material of his jacket. When he tries to breathe, he chokes, turns on his side to cough up water onto the rocks. His head's pounding, his throat's sore - he wasn't here a second ago. What happened?
don't be afraid, son.
He pushes himself to sitting, runs hands through damp hair, slicking it back. He's soaked, again, like the first time he'd arrived in Silent Hill. But he'd - he'd been in the underground area. The sacrificial chamber. That thing, and Josh, he'd said his goodbyes -
joshua will be safe
His head's pounding, harder now. It hurts, it hurts and there's just images, bits and pieces that he can't quite fit together. He'd left the chamber, but then what? He'd met with Elle and Wheeler, right? That was the only conclusion that made sense. But there wasn't anything of that in there, there was just dark backgrounds, the feeling of being cold and wet, of fear and dread and hands holding him down.
What happened?
It comes all at once, feels like a physical blow. He remembers being tied up, waking in the old claw-footed tub in his childhood home. Remembers his father walking in, the confusion and disbelief he'd felt at seeing Adam alive. That couldn't have been right. The Bogeyman had cut him in half. Alex had felt the blood on his skin.
don't be afraid, son. your sacrifice will save all of us. joshua will be safe to carry on the family name.
But Josh was dead. Alex had killed him. Right? Or had it all been a delusion, something his guilty conscience cooked up to get him back home, make him face what needed to be done? What had happened? What was real, what this even real or was it a dream, another delusion? Had his father really drowned them right in their own home? Was Shepherd's Glen still safe for another fifty years?
Is he going insane?
He can feel his breath coming short, chest tightening in an oncoming panic attack. He doesn't know what to do, where to go, but he needs to move.
So Alex moves. He stumbles to his feet, moves into the fog-covered streets of Silent Hill. He doesn't want to be back here, but if he's here there must be a reason. Maybe if he looks, he'll find an explanation for what's going on.
(God, he hopes so.) ]
don't be afraid, son.
He pushes himself to sitting, runs hands through damp hair, slicking it back. He's soaked, again, like the first time he'd arrived in Silent Hill. But he'd - he'd been in the underground area. The sacrificial chamber. That thing, and Josh, he'd said his goodbyes -
joshua will be safe
His head's pounding, harder now. It hurts, it hurts and there's just images, bits and pieces that he can't quite fit together. He'd left the chamber, but then what? He'd met with Elle and Wheeler, right? That was the only conclusion that made sense. But there wasn't anything of that in there, there was just dark backgrounds, the feeling of being cold and wet, of fear and dread and hands holding him down.
What happened?
It comes all at once, feels like a physical blow. He remembers being tied up, waking in the old claw-footed tub in his childhood home. Remembers his father walking in, the confusion and disbelief he'd felt at seeing Adam alive. That couldn't have been right. The Bogeyman had cut him in half. Alex had felt the blood on his skin.
don't be afraid, son. your sacrifice will save all of us. joshua will be safe to carry on the family name.
But Josh was dead. Alex had killed him. Right? Or had it all been a delusion, something his guilty conscience cooked up to get him back home, make him face what needed to be done? What had happened? What was real, what this even real or was it a dream, another delusion? Had his father really drowned them right in their own home? Was Shepherd's Glen still safe for another fifty years?
Is he going insane?
He can feel his breath coming short, chest tightening in an oncoming panic attack. He doesn't know what to do, where to go, but he needs to move.
So Alex moves. He stumbles to his feet, moves into the fog-covered streets of Silent Hill. He doesn't want to be back here, but if he's here there must be a reason. Maybe if he looks, he'll find an explanation for what's going on.
(God, he hopes so.) ]
full speed ahead
Jul. 4th, 2012 02:05 amcodenames1.
[ often times there's not a lot to do. for a man like thor, it means wandering from one source of entertainment to the other, because if it's not battle it has a 50/50 chance of being found captivating enough to keep his attention for more than five minutes at a time. and that's what he's doing today, munching on a poptart with a box tucked under his arm, roaming through halls and past faces both familiar and foreign to find something to do.
and eventually, he may just be peering over your shoulder, looming all too close because what is personal space? ]
'lo. What is that?
2.
[ it'd taken him a while to get used to battle. the first couple of times something in him had balked from the glory of battle, had turned away and screamed it was wrong, wrong wrong whenever he felled a foe. that the glory earned in victory was something not to be enjoyed, that there were better things to be done than hurt people.
it hadn't exactly taken long for that part of thor to fade away.
now he takes to battle with a righteous enthusiasm, voice booming over the sound of battle just as much as the peeling thunder that follows his presence in the skies above does. he dives right into the heart of the enemy with no hesitation, swinging his hammer and electrocuting others with lightning, letting out a laugh as he enjoys the challenge and the adrenaline coursing through him. his squad members are nearby, locked in their own battles, waging individual wars, and thor ignores their presence as he handles his own.
another enemy falls to the mud, and thor raises his hammer, shouts a taunt: ]
Who else dare challenge me?! I will take all those brave or foolish enough!
[ often times there's not a lot to do. for a man like thor, it means wandering from one source of entertainment to the other, because if it's not battle it has a 50/50 chance of being found captivating enough to keep his attention for more than five minutes at a time. and that's what he's doing today, munching on a poptart with a box tucked under his arm, roaming through halls and past faces both familiar and foreign to find something to do.
and eventually, he may just be peering over your shoulder, looming all too close because what is personal space? ]
'lo. What is that?
2.
[ it'd taken him a while to get used to battle. the first couple of times something in him had balked from the glory of battle, had turned away and screamed it was wrong, wrong wrong whenever he felled a foe. that the glory earned in victory was something not to be enjoyed, that there were better things to be done than hurt people.
it hadn't exactly taken long for that part of thor to fade away.
now he takes to battle with a righteous enthusiasm, voice booming over the sound of battle just as much as the peeling thunder that follows his presence in the skies above does. he dives right into the heart of the enemy with no hesitation, swinging his hammer and electrocuting others with lightning, letting out a laugh as he enjoys the challenge and the adrenaline coursing through him. his squad members are nearby, locked in their own battles, waging individual wars, and thor ignores their presence as he handles his own.
another enemy falls to the mud, and thor raises his hammer, shouts a taunt: ]
Who else dare challenge me?! I will take all those brave or foolish enough!
game over, man! game over!
May. 21st, 2012 09:25 pminexilecatch all post for unfinished meme threads to be continued or messing around with other meme ideas.
AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A FIRE EMBLEM PARTY
Apr. 5th, 2012 09:25 pmsolemnity[ so whatever you were doing, DROP IT. RIGHT NOW. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF SAVING YOUR CONTINENT OR WORLD, YOU AREN'T DOING IT NOW.
no, now you're going to chill in this pub and enjoy some ale andmaybe get rowdy. have some fun, loosen up, make new friends. WHO KNOWS, maybe they've got some crazy tales of their own to tell. maybe you'll see faces you shouldn't be able to anymore! TIME SHENANIGANS, MAN, wibbly wobbly and all that jazz.
anyway, this dude is just going to chill in a corner with a pint that's barely started and a book in his lap, keeping an eye on the guys he has themisfortune of calling his army. or the army he advises, rather, since technically they're eliwood's army. whatever. he's keeping an eye on them like a good mother hen tactician should. otherwise, have your fun, he'll leave y'all to it. ]
no, now you're going to chill in this pub and enjoy some ale and
anyway, this dude is just going to chill in a corner with a pint that's barely started and a book in his lap, keeping an eye on the guys he has the
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Mar. 24th, 2012 12:12 pmonguard[ the citadel's still ruined as anything, the reapers are still attacking, everything is still in chaos. but you know what? right now, kaidan's not going to think on all of that, because... well, 'sanity check' and all that. you can't think about these things non-stop and expect to keep your mind in tact, to not go crazy from it all.
so that's why he's sitting in the presidium courtyard, relaxing on a bench. it's funny when he thinks about it, how many times he's seen the citadel in ruins, almost like rebuilding it is a waste of effort sometimes when it's just going to get torn down again. there's bullet holes on the wall to his far left, scorch marks on the floor and few feet from where he sits, and yet people still take comfort in each other, the flowers still bloom. life goes on.
it's a good lesson to learn from, he thinks. maybe one some of the people he knows could stand to learn. he shakes it all off, lets himself relax for just a moment, take in the view as he hums an idle tune to himself. probably a pretty boring shore leave but all standards, but hey, who's there to judge? ]
so that's why he's sitting in the presidium courtyard, relaxing on a bench. it's funny when he thinks about it, how many times he's seen the citadel in ruins, almost like rebuilding it is a waste of effort sometimes when it's just going to get torn down again. there's bullet holes on the wall to his far left, scorch marks on the floor and few feet from where he sits, and yet people still take comfort in each other, the flowers still bloom. life goes on.
it's a good lesson to learn from, he thinks. maybe one some of the people he knows could stand to learn. he shakes it all off, lets himself relax for just a moment, take in the view as he hums an idle tune to himself. probably a pretty boring shore leave but all standards, but hey, who's there to judge? ]
