26 August 2012 @ 10:49 pm
I think we need to get together and have a, um, I guess it would be a meeting?

[Sora's not good at this leadership thing, okay?]

We need to figure out a way to get out of here and stop Xemnas, for good.
 
 
25 April 2012 @ 07:52 pm
( sound of fingers drumming against a tabletop can be heard, followed by a sigh )

I’m beginning to think I’m not very good at this. Perhaps it shouldn’t be blue; after all, it’s not traditional.

( after a beat it sounds as though she’s replying to herself, as if she’s been having a conversation with herself which honestly, she has )

Do I want to be traditional?

Yes, of course I do. I’m marrying him for those silly feeling things; it should be the proper way. Don’t you think?

I think so.

I do think so, don’t I?

Well then. ( there’s a sound of papers being scattered, a whump noise of books falling to the floor of her kitchen and a few clacks as her communicator falls down also ) I’ll be needing a wedding planner rather than try to do this myself then, won’t I?

Actually now that I think on it, we really should set a date for this thing …

( her chair makes a noise of being pushed when she hoists herself up and there’s a “crunch” noise when she steps on her device, she gasps but the feed cuts from being accidentally shut off )
 
 
24 February 2012 @ 03:06 pm
It’s come to my attention that I really have no idea what I’m doing here. Not ‘here’ as in this place — although, yes, that as well — I mean here at this present moment in time.

Specifically here.
This moment.
Right now.

What I am doing right now, in this moment, specifically here — is attempting to plan a wedding. A blue wedding — it has to be blue, no exceptions — but so far all these books are lacking with blueativity. That is, blue creativity. The only things I’ve managed to find are traditional things that are needed, something borrowed, something blue, something old and something new.

Well I already have something borrowed, that would be the groom — although I’m not sure if I would call it borrowed or stolen, either way my Thief will do.

The something blue would be the wedding itself, blue. Blue I tell you, no exceptions!

Something old might as well be myself, I am more than ‘over the hill’ in age as the human saying goes…

Something new, though… Would the experience count as new? …Bah!

Does anyone know how to plan a wedding? I would ask my Thief, but I’m sure he doesn’t have a clue.
Suggestions would be appreciated, yes. Thank you!
 
 
22 February 2012 @ 01:58 pm
[although her voice sounds shaky, her voice is just as soft and gentle as it ever was]

I am sorry if I worried anyone. I do not know where I was taken, but I am here now. I am alright. I was not allowed to contact anyone while I was shut away. I had to remain with him, or he would have hurt people. I will be more careful.

Is everyone well? I have worried about you all.
 
 
20 January 2012 @ 05:52 pm
[Hope's voice sounds nervous and broken as it comes over the network. His worry has begun to shake him to the core, and it's perfectly audible. The longer he talks, the more scared he sounds.]

G-guys...has anyone...seen Light? I-I've been looking everywhere for her...a-and she isn't answering her journal!

I-it's like she just...disappeared...

[He goes quiet for a few moments, but his breathing gets louder, and faster.]

NO! SHE CAN'T BE GONE!

[Hope calls out in pain.]

SHE CAN'T!

[As he shouts again, something...inhuman warps his voice as it comes out of the journal's speakers. The noise loses more and more of Hope's voice, sounding more mechanical and grinding...almost monstrous. Those from Cocoon know that sound well...it's the wail of a Cie'th.]
 
 
[his voice is quiet, his tone still, but despite this, the anger is quite obvious by the way his words tremble slightly. He takes a deep, slightly shuddering breath before he speaks]

I assume that most of you have seen the new information that's come to light. I'm not sure when this started, or exactly why this started, but one thing is inescapably clear: this all needs to stop. All of this. The experiments, the disappearances, the arrests. All of it. And we need to stop it ourselves. I'm sure some of you already know what I'm going to suggest, and some of you might already be ready to suggest it yourselves. Maybe some of you did, before I got here.

We need to stand together. We need to be strong enough and brave enough to weather the storm that's ahead of us. The longer we stand idle, the longer this goes on, and the more people get hurt - and I, for one, am not willing to let this slide. We have to gather together, and I think you all know exactly what I'm talking about.

Oh, I'm angry. I've never done that before, not as this me. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do now, or what's going to happen. [a shaky laugh emerges]

Anyway, who's with me? We can have meetings and get into group hugs and everything. [despite the lightness of his words, it's clear he's deadly serious about gathering an army, even though he - barely - refrains from saying it]
 
 
03 January 2012 @ 09:47 pm
It has been awhile since we've last spoken, Paixao. I hope you will accept this gift to make up for my absence. Read closely, and think on this knowledge well.


To understand how the heart works, one must comprehend its balance and what happens when that balance is lost. How does it function with an abundance of darkness? Of Light?

How much until it is thrown over the edge, to a point of no return?

Each heart reacts differently - should they not all operate the same? How are we able to understand anything if our subjects are not on the same controlled level? I wonder, is it possible to reshape a person's heart, so that then we will be able to do our testing properly?

---

PROJECT F - EXPERIMENT NO. 1
SPECIMEN DESIGNATION: Laharl


PROCEDURE: Injections of darkness, followed by a single injection of pure light.
RESULTS: As a creature of darkness, the subject was able to accept large amounts of darkness, during which he began to take on the physical traits of a common Heartless (glowing eyes, visible and palpable aura of darkness). He reacted poorly to the injection of light, however, and rather forcefully escaped from the laboratory.
CONCLUSIONS: Like accepts like. Creature of darkness may not be able to handle light and vice-versa.
UNANSWERED QUESTIONS: Whether the light acted as a catalyst against darkness injected or against natural darkness.
POSSIBLE FUTURE EXPERIMENTS: Injections either entirely of light or darkness.

---

PROJECT E - EXPERIMENT NO. 6
SPECIMEN DESIGNATION: Zidane Tribal


PROCEDURE: Injections of darkness.
RESULTS: Subject entered injured and was revived with potion before injections, which may have affected results. Subject was completely unable to assimilate any darkness and instead gained powers not unlike those of the Heartless.
CONCLUSIONS: Creatures of light do not react well to darkness. Weaker hearts may not stand up to darkness well.
UNANSWERED QUESTIONS: To what extent the injury and potion affected results (if at all), Strength of subject's heart to begin with, Amount of darkness needed to make subject lose his heart completely.
POSSIBLE FUTURE EXPERIMENTS: Further injections of darkness.
 
 
14 October 2011 @ 10:24 pm
What a delightful little trinket! It's so small and compact, a pocket device. And it flips opened, there is nothing more thrilling than flipping things opened! Of course it doesn't have nearly as many buttons and levers and pullies and screens and lights as I do.

Did. Do. Did...

Did. Yes, did as in this flesh body I don't have buttons or levers or pullies or screens and lights. That's almost tragic, I always was fond of blinky lights — they drove my thief mad when I set them off at the "wrong times." I do disagree that there is a wrong time, though. Blinky lights are the best lights, much better than plain old boring solid lights.

Oh! Suddenly I'm finding myself realizing this flesh body is that one of the woman's from... But now that's interesting, isn't it? How did that happen? I thought I was back in... Stranger things have happened, I suppose. Do you know how incredibly uncomfortable it is to have a TARDIS land within another TARDIS?

Very squishy.

But!
Perhaps it's time to get back onto track, so to speak.

Hello new world of many that I have been placed onto... I'm Sexy. And I'm looking for my thief.
Have you seen him?
 
 
12 October 2011 @ 05:22 pm
[the recording begins with a loud clatter, and a desperate cry in Yorda's usually soothing voice can be heard] No!

[and then there's the sounds of struggling, as though Yorda is fighting with all her might to break free, and of heavy, sure footsteps and soft, dragging ones on strange earth. And there's a terrified gasp and a quiet sob - Yorda again - and the noises abruptly vanish.

Many more moments of relative silence pass, with only the sound of soft winds rustling through crystalline leaves, until the distinct sound of a curious chocobo picking at something - probably journal keys]


Kweh!

[and suddenly, the recording cuts out]
 
 
28 September 2011 @ 11:07 pm
[a very tired, but cheerful-sounding Doctor sounds off. He sounds older now, more wearied than he did before, but he's making an effort to keep the majority of it out of his voice]

Right, then! Hello, everyone. Sorry I've been out for so long, but somebody decided it would be a good idea to try and blow me up, among other things. And I see it's snowing! Not that I couldn't see it where I was, at least until I was blindfolded, but I love snow! That's brilliant. Only how's it falling beneath the domes? That's something. I might have to poke it with a stick.

Anyway, enough about me. How are you all doing? And Roxas, don't think I've forgotten about you. If you're ready, I can help as soon as I recover.
 
 
12 September 2011 @ 08:41 pm
[Xion doesn't often post to the message board... but this time, she's got a really good reason.

The observant might be able to tell she's in some sort of busy area, from the background noise. The fascination in her voice is more obvious.]

What's all this... white stuff? It's really cold... but kind of nice, too.

[yup, Xion's never seen snow before.]
 
 
09 September 2011 @ 01:28 pm
What is a sleepover? Urd has told me I should have one, but I do not know what it is. What is done during those times? I sleep over my bed, but it does not seem like something I can do alone. There is much I do not know about, and I would like to learn more.
 
 
Hello everyone! It's the Doctor here. ...the one that doesn't eat fish custard or wears a bow-tie. The one that was here first.

Right, so, just to get this out of the way now-- No, I'm not sure where my future self has gotten to, but I doubt there's any reason to be alarmed, well, not too much anyways. Not yet. You see, if I--he is in some kind of trouble, well, he's rather good at getting out of trouble. So there's no reason to panic. [Though he's saying this, there is a faint concern hidden in there.]

So, yes, where was I? Ah, right. Me, being here first.

You see, when I arrived here I was in my TARDIS. It's been sitting at low power for some time now, but there was a reason for that. Now that we've been here so long, I was able to use the power she's managed to store up, along with some modifications, to get the scanners, well, scanning. Scanning beyond the castle, to be exact.

And, well, that's the good news I'm afraid. Bad news from here on out.

[The Doctor's tone shifts at this point. He's serious... very serious, and obviously a bit bothered at what he learned.]

There's nothing out there.

No, it's not that they aren't working, believe me, they're working. There just was nothing to scan--no planets, stars or even strange anomalies. Just... emptiness.

Now, I wasn't able to boost the scanners enough to determine just how large the dimension we're in IS. It's possible we could be in some sort of pocket universe. Or there could be some sort of barrier, but the scanners should have picked up anything like that. Or, well, it's hard to say until we find out more about where and what this place we're in is.

I really do wish I'd had good news. We're about due for some at this point, I'd say.
 
 
02 July 2011 @ 10:18 pm
Timon! I'll have you ready, I'm going to pick you and your friend up. Get your coat - wait, don't get your coat, you're already wearing it. You can't take it off because you're born with it. Forget the coat thing!

We're going to get a fez!

And Rory, don't think I've forgotten you. I'll come and get you soon, just stay out of trouble.
 
 
01 July 2011 @ 10:52 pm
[Oh look! Privacy settings. Is Mufasa getting sneakier? (Open to everyone BUT Scar, Zira, Shenzi and Ed.)]

I had hoped I would not have to warn those living in Paixao. But the time has come for you to be aware. I have done what I can in the past where it concerns the hyenas, yet...

[There is clear disappointment in his voice.]

They do no follow the circle of life. Keep close watch over your loved ones.

[/]

All will be well.
 
 
Current Mood: worried
 
 
21 March 2011 @ 07:39 pm
Anyone here one of those 'healers'?
 
 
15 January 2011 @ 09:27 pm
[Xion sounds awkward as hell when she says this, but sort of excited.] Um. Hi. Hope and I are at the park, and, um... we were going to play something called 'tag.' But apparently it's not fun with two people, so we wanted to know if anyone else wanted to come.

Oh, and if you don't know how to play, it's ok. I don't really either... I think Hope can explain it.

[ooc: log will be up shortly!]
 
 
15 October 2010 @ 06:08 pm
[An energetic, youthful voice crackles on the message board, broadcasting to anyone who'll listen. It sounds rather annoyed, though that quickly changes to enthusiastic amusement]

Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.

I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.
 
 
15 June 2010 @ 11:15 pm
 
ENOUGH.

MARCUS PRAETORIS...YOU HAVE THREE DAYS TO MAKE YOURSELF SEEN. OTHERWISE, PAIXAO AND EVERYONE IN IT WILL BE LEFT IN ASHES.


OH, AND CONGRATULATIONS.
 
 
02 June 2010 @ 07:18 pm
 
Hello citizens of Paixao and those in between worlds. I am Marcus Praetoris, and I have decided, rather last minute, to submit my name for the upcoming elections. I came to this decision when I sat outside my home and took a look at those moving through the streets. I found that I was troubled by how our city has grown and changed so extraordinary as time has gone on, and we have shifted far from our customs because of our lack of leadership.

This is wrong.

With this election, I believe that it’s time we return to the traditions that we know to be true in our hearts. Please, my citizens, stand by me so that we may reclaim our city and nourish it back to its proper standing.