[ rise and shine, Marina. it's barely morning, but you can find Kanda in the training hall in Sector 6, wearing a tight sleeveless top and loose pants, for once out of his Exorcist uniform. he's getting in some practice, going through forms, and occasionally swinging Mugen, his sword, sharply through the air.

come on in and say hi, or get your spar on! he'll be here for most of the morning. ]

[One usually composed but now irate Servant appears on screen before you, Marina. Did I mention she's irate? The video is mostly focused on her-- ignore that brief shot of a topless Kitty's back in the background as she centers it okay-- but she hasn't taken the time to get dressed out of her simple nightshirt yet. Rude awakenings like this bring out her priorities]

Ridiculous happenings have never been uncommon in this prison, but this has certainly crossed the line. I know not who is responsible nor how you presumed to have the right to invade the privacy of others, but replacing the one I share a bed with is a serious matter. [So unspoken threat that if she ever finds you, there will be ANGRY WORDS and more had]

Master, if you can hear this please respond. [Her voice becomes more urgent than irritated, a thread of worry slipping into her expression] Or if any happen to have an idea of his current whereabouts, please inform me immediately. His name is Zelgadis, and he often wears a mask and hood.

[Her, overprotective even in a small incident like this? Not at all!]


[[ooc: replies will come tonight after work o/]]

Getting cold again. So - what, does this mean Halloween's coming up? Hope no one's planning on throwing another big ass party. [flexes her hands] Yeah yeah, parties in prison? Newsflash newbies, that's all we do around here.

[is she complaining about parties? her brow wrinkles a little.] Anyway, I'm bored. Anyone have any awesome stories to tell? And none of that philosophical, fairy tale kind of shit. Real stories like, war stories, or - dusting vampires stories. [helpful pause] There has to be someone here who's kicked ass before.

[This was the third time she found herself by the surf of the beach, relaxing on the sand as the waves produced a calming affected over the young master. Aqua let out a long sigh and slowly bent her neck side-to-side, stretching the muscles before rolling her shoulders to loosen herself up. She's kept herself busy with work on the Defense Force but needed time to keep up with her training which was of top priority. Plus she needed to see what shape Ven was in…

The last time she saw him, he was in a coma and hidden away for his own safety. The memory of her friend in a deep sleep chilled her to the bone and made her suddenly stand up, shaking away the sand from the blue sashes of her outfit as she pushed the memory away. 'He's here now," she told herself. 'Safe and with you.'

Speaking of which, she should see if he was on his way for sparring practice...]

Ven? Are you close by?

[A pause in thought before she spoke again.]

If anyone would like to join us for a little sparring, you are more than welcome to. Please meet with us on the beach.


((OOC: I'll break up the threads into three parts: Spar with both Aqua and Ventus, Spar only with Aqua and Spar only with Ven. That way, you can have a tag team of keyblade wielders coming at you or you can just fight one-on-one! :D))

Upon entering Sector 4, the very large tent that stands framed by the beach is quickly noticeable. Closer, one can see colors dancing upon the white sheets, like opalesque spires under the moving onyx sky. As you enter one of the wings of the tents, grass give way to wooden flooring, and chains of white blossoms and gold ribbons line the sides. The open dance floor in the center bids one to look up to whimsical white-gold lamps, balls of light dancing in seas of violet, blue, green and pink organza. The fabrics fall down pillars adorned with leaves and flowers. Tables set in white and gold with jewel toned flowers sit at the four wings surrounding the dance floor.

... but it is far too early to take a seat. Smile and greet your fellow attendee, take the hand of a friend, and dance to the music.



There are large tables with finger foods and punch (not spiked -- save it for the after-party!), and very little space near the walls (sorry, wallflowers! You won't get away so easily. ♥ )  After a large number of people are gathered together, Jeanne stands up on the small stage set to the side of the dance floor and taps on the microphone to get everyone's attention...



OOC STUFF
+ Info post / thread index (please read this first!)
+ Jeanne's greeting speech!
+ Prom King and Queen announcement. (Spoiler: It's Euphie and Kanda.)

[Zelgadis is busy staring at the hole his lightning made in the ceiling of his bedroom, while contemplating how he could manage to collect materials for a sword. The boarded up window wasn't helping with the dismayed, unsafe feeling either. Last night's encounter with that black creature that had been gnawing on his head had re-awakened his paranoia. Nothing like being chased by abominable beings to make one a little overly cautious.]

[Nothing for it, now. He'll just get some rest, and hope he wakes up intact this time.]

[Reluctantly, Zelgadis decides at the last moment to make this request via video. Perhaps if people can tell that he is in desperate need, they will be more likely to come forward. He can't, however, manage to remove his mask or hood, and so all you'll see under the beige swaths of cloth is a suspiciously shiny patch of lavender hair and two dark eyes that have excessively dark patches around them.]

I am in need of some assistance from anyone who is versed in healing or reversal magic, or perhaps advanced alchemy. [pausing, then as an afterthought] Or anyone who has successfully performed an augmentation of a human body.


((OOC: Anyone and everyone is welcome to answer and offer assistance if possible! However, please please be aware that Zelgadis is NOT able to be cured, canonically (hence the journal!), so all attempts must fail -- but I will totally work with you on it! My contact info is on the top post in his journal for OOC plotting~))

[ welcome to Flynn's [surprise!unwanted!] beach party birthday bash! it's essentially a giant beach picnic, with blankets spread out over the sand and shade provided by mounted tarps. the poles are decorated, there are balloons under the canopy of the tarps, and a volleyball net has been set up for interested parties. swimming is also encouraged.

the cake is in the center of the blankets and presents are to be deposited off to the side. ]


((ooc: Mingle post! Ambush Flynn with well-wishes and/or presents. People with Flynn or Yuri CR should consider themselves invited, anybody else can drop in on the big, obvious beach party; just tag in wherever you feel like it!))

Ugh, this place is really lame. I mean, first time out of the mansion and this is where I end up? [ Luke stares at the courtyard, mulish expression plastered across his face. That's it, if he was going to live here, he was going to live here. ]

[ Standing tall on his chair, he propped one knee up on the table, turning on the device he had (surprisingly) not destroyed after waking up with a splitting headache. ]

Listen up. I am Luke fon Fabre and in the name of my Uncle, I claim this dome as a territory of the
Kingdom of Kimlasca! I don't care what you do, just don't cause me any trouble. You hear that?!

[ Plopping back down in his seat, Luke rubbed at his temples, forgetting the device was still on, and muttered. ] Man, this place really sucks…

((ooc: Sector 5 outside the cafe for the action if you want it! Also, Luke was pulled straight from the beginning of the game just after Luke's and Tear's resonance pulls them to Tataroo Valley. canon details, what are those ))

I would never break the laws of my kingdom, much less those imposed by my own father. I suspect magic is at work, again. When will you sorcerers realize that it's futile to go against a prince of Camelot? If anyone belongs in a prison, it's those that commit magic and threaten the lives of my people -

[Oh look, a tiny robot] And just what in the world are these creatures?!

[come find Arthur the prat prince poke at a robot with his awesome stick. Yes, the stick he picked up from the ground.]

[ (1) Action]

[if you’re strolling by the waterfall in one of the parks early this morning, you might catch sight of a hooded figure, draped in voluminous, heavily-embroidered white robes, kneeling beside it. Is it somebody squeaking in a bit of meditation before they start their day?]

[not quite. There’s a welcome basket sitting next to them, with the contents undisturbed except for the open bag of pretzels… and what is that they’re praying over? A communicator? That earpiece looks a bit strange, and the screen isn’t shaped quite right, either. And there’s something else: three large, articulated metal tendrils, emerging from folds in the back of this person’s robes, are hovering around the device. Two have some kind of specialized attachments on their ends, but all three are tipped with a good-sized claw, and these are opened menacingly towards the communicator, twitching a bit.]

[OOC: Felicia refuses to put on the communicator until she’s put it through some close scrutiny and cleansing rituals, so tag in with “(1) Action” in the subject line to interrupt her and say good morning! She won’t understand you, of course, but you can still give it a shot. (Only folks from outside her canon tag this option, please!)]

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[Video | (2) Action]

[the scene on the video does a nauseating summersault of blue, green, and white as Felicia turns the communicator over in her hands, but resolves itself into a view of the grassy hillock beside the waterfall once she clips the device over the sleek augmetic that serves her for a right ear. Felicia herself, now front and center, gives a cautious, yet friendly smile to whoever may be watching.]

Well! A vox, pictscreen, and translator, all at once—what an intriguing little piece of heretek this is! Completely unsanctified, of course. Any devout servant of the Omnissiah would break it to pieces in an instant. But, as it seems I’d hardly be able to get anything done without the thing, perhaps some transgressions may be pardoned, under the circumstances. Isn’t there another soul here who speaks proper Gothic?
[she chuckles dryly]

Oh dear, but I am getting ahead of myself. Magos Felicia Tayber of Perlia, reporting. To ask the first of innumerable questions, now that I’ve a way of reaching a wider audience: just where, in the name of the Emperor, have I fetched up? On what warp-cursed rock the Eloquois Ocean is located on, I’m afraid I haven’t the foggiest.

[OOC: put “Video” or “(2) Action” in the subject line for this option. Cain and Gaunt, tag in here!]

[it's clear as soon as the feed flips on that the normally impassive and... ahem, stone-faced Zelgadis is Not Happy. Oh his face is still stone all right, but he's doing a terrible job at impassive as he glares into the communicator, which he has yanked off his head.]

Is this supposed to be a joke? [He waves a tightly clenched fist at a stack of thick books, haphazardly stacked beside him. In the background, the entrance to the library -- he's just outside. Zelgadis picks up three of the books, reading their titles aloud:] Seventeen Ways to Water-Proof your Cloak. Trolls: Our Grumpy Buddies. How to -- [damn, he knew this would happen] Prepare Raw Dragon Meat for a Happy Tummy.

[he tosses the books in the air, a wind spell sending them flying high into the air. Zelgadis shoots off a quick fireball which, thanks to healing Sasha earlier, is only a half-dozen feet in diameter instead of several dozen. It does the job though, and the books go up in flame and smoke.]

[And back to glaring at the feed, his fangs glinting in the light of his spell.] Mock me if you will, Acumen, but I will find what I seek.


((OOC: All the tags are love! One caveat though, no matter how pissed he is he would not fire off spells when someone could get hurt, so please no tags with injuries due to his spells unless we talk OOCly o/ ))

[ Sasha had woken up early -- hair braided back, dressed in a simple white shirt, pants and flat shoes. There was still plenty of time before the Swordsmanship Class in the afternoon. However, she feels that she needs more time to sort out her emotions, her thoughts, so as better to concentrate on the class' tasks.

In a kneeling position, she takes slow, measured breaths to summon the tiring, if not calming effect of her Cosmo, and shutting out the world even if just for a moment... ]


(( OOC: Closed post to Rider, Saber, Jeanne and Zelgadis. WARNING UP FOR VIOLENCE AND TRIGGERING CONTENT in the first thread. ))

[Itachi leaps from the roof of one building to another, keeping a quiet pace, shifting in and out of the shadows easily as he moves. He is not moving quickly, as speed can make one's eyes less diligent, but he will not be easily noticed.

It's the late shift again, and to be honest, he prefers it. Walking through the sectors late at night, listening to whatever might break the silence. He's more than capable of giving enough attention to outside world and his own thoughts at the same time, and thus the quiet solitude of the night is beneficial to him.

Usually. Perhaps he would prefer the distraction tonight, when thoughts do little more than annoy him with their uselessness. Such as thoughts about Kisame and his strange presence--someone from his future who knows is past. Someone who knows far too much.

A distraction may be suitable for the occasion.]

[Voice]

Can one truly be incapable of intentionally killing a friend under any circumstances?

[Even after examining the dome more carefully, no where was better place for spells than the park. Open area, nothing to knock down accidentally (not that he isn't careful), can spot passersby long before they're in the line of fire. And good thing, too, that Zelgadis had managed to get a hold of Allen before the place went dark. Trying the summoning again was going to take all his energy and he'd rather not use a lighting spell at the same time.]

[Even with no one around his hood is up, but he lowers it as he sees that the person approaching him is none other than Allen. He even manages a smile; between the thought that they might be getting out of here tonight and the knowledge that, if they stayed, he'd be getting what he needed for his cure from Acumen, things weren't too bad at all.]

[No sooner is Allen within speaking distance than Zelgadis is asking him,] Ready?

[Cain is in the dojo as usual, waiting for his students to assemble. Once they come, he'll let them know today's lesson plan as they gear up and select their swords, surveying those who have arrived.]

For my returning students, we will combine both the strikes and parries we've been learning and begin to incorporate more footwork. Remember, it's all about balance. You're welcome to take the dance class if you find yourself lacking in the necessary graces. [He is 100% sincere in this, if his lineface delivery and casual pacing along the ranks with his hands behind his back don't drive the point home.]

I'll continue to work individually with the newbies to catch them up to speed, so I'm going to start heavily encouraging you guys to practice with one another to get those basics down.

And then we will watch our veteran sword fighters spar with one another. I trust you'll all be duly attentive to their technique and try to learn something from them. [And now he stops and smirks.] Other than how to attempt to bruise each other's rib cages.

Questions, before we begin?

[[OOC: As usual, put before/during/after in your headers! Please feel free to threadjack/tag fellow students and people there to spar as you'd like.]]

=morning=
[Allen's in the hospital, badgering the robots for medication so that his stupid Master can not get an infection and not die. he's not looking so great after a night without sleep, and his clothes are rumpled from the night's chaos. you might run into him there]


=evening=
[andddd later in the day he has thankfully gotten a nap, showered and changed, and collected his dog. he figures Lavi hasn't eaten, and he's still not home, so he actually brings some food to the library and Lavi... isn't anywhere. puzzled, he decides that the solution is ~*~trolling~*~, and turns on his communicator]


((ooc: you can run into him however you like; if you need to send him a message for some reason, you can do that here too!))

[It's been a long few days. Otoha needed to work out his arm. He could tell that it was a little weaker, the muscles not pulling quite right around the wound. He still needed to stay in shape… that's why he was here in the dojo.]

[Even with the wooden sword he was using for practice, the dummies he was attacking were still getting pretty battered. One of them had their head knocked off already.]

[Later]

[All that training had left him hungry. He can now be found in the shelter cafeteria, eating some chicken teriyaki.]

[He's sitting by himself, so he's easily botherable if you feel like it.]

[[ooc; Options! Put the location you want to encounter him in your thread title, please! o7]]

[Just as evening starts to fall, one of the parks in Sector 4 has been festooned with streamers, bright lights in a variety of colors, a big upraised dais, tables of refreshments, and music. It looks like a perfectly normal party from the outside. Optional masks are provided in little bins beside the dais, but you're responsible for your own costumes...!



...And if you're dressed as a character, the moment you step onto the dais, you will believe yourself to have led that character's life for your whole life. This effect will last until "midnight", in this case Sunday, even if you leave the party.]

[Naoya's actually wearing his glasses! Or, well, a pair of reading glasses he found. He's sitting on his couch at home, looking a little bored.]

I have a question, Marina. Does the concept of a 'soul' exist in your world? If so, what counts as one, and what happens to them when they die? Do they go to a holding place until some judgement day, or are they stripped of memories and recycled into new bodies?

Just out of curiosity.

[He sits back on the couch, waiting for answers.]