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!kia,
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Ninjas and Lancers and Dragons, oh my

[ there are very few things that can break through Judith's cool, but she's very, very protective of her former home. Mt. Temza was not meant to be intruded upon, especially when she knew there were still people who desired the Entelexeia. She'd never once forgotten that Ba'ul was constantly at risk.

And it's why she's fighting so fiercely now, fighting to kill if he persists, where she might otherwise find joy in a good challenge. Her method of fighting isn't fair. She aims to knock her opponent to the side, to leave lasting injuries, to evade and flip and gouge and slash-- but he's fast, feral, and she hasn't stayed unharmed from this encounter. Truth be told, she's bleeding rather heavily down one arm, another injury dripping into one eye from a gash beneath her bangs. ]

... I won't say it again.

[ she pauses to catch her breath. ]

Leave.

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Of Princesses, Dragons, and Conquest

[ she's no stranger to the idea. In times of war and strife, the heads of factions would most certainly not remain idle. Takane had known, and yet, she would have expected someone responsible for Oshu's well-being not to go about making idiotically reckless moves. And perhaps any other girl would be able to set it aside, realizing that for all of his bravado and skill and experience, Masamune was only nineteen.

But for someone who behaved far more responsibly than people twice her age, that wasn't an acceptable excuse. Any opposition wouldn't have seen it as one.

And truthfully, Takane's not fond of how it felt, knowing he'd risked himself to the point of being bed-bound for days, that he should have known better, that her chest squeezed - aching and sharp - whenever she went in to change bandages and exchange cool cloths, that she'd felt so helpless. Kojuro has probably already lectured him, but she's not the type to remain silent when she has things of her own to say.

Masamune should be mobile today. She's carrying a bucket of water to one of the vegetable gardens before she abruptly changes her course to seek him out.

At which point she will oh so subtly block his path. ]

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!kia,
.rp post

yet another SURPRISE SCENARIO

[ it's tennis practice.

Really.

Because there's a tennis ball and Makie is definitely practicing with it.

... Except the ball is being tightly wrapped by a ribbon, dipping and gliding in the air as Makie arches her back or points a leg above her head and basically goes through her entire routine while treating the ball like a yoyo. This display ends when the ball is released into the air and drops back down into her waiting hand.

So she's kind of an idiot, but when it comes to athletics, she's no slouch. ]

I think that'll drum up interest for gymnastics and tennis! What do you think?

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!kia,
.rp post

When Kia and Kosy get... partner-y

[ it's become something of a thing that no one, out of all the men or the good people of Oshu, has ever seen Takane sleep. Of course, they've mostly assumed that she does sleep, like any normal person, but there's been some doubt. At night, she's rarely in bed. In fact, that's usually when she tends to wander, and looking over at her at any given time of the day has her gazing back, serene and alert.

Tonight is seemingly no different. The men are snoring, the animals are asleep on their feet, and Takane is outside. It's incredibly late.

There is, however, one minor difference. While the moon is still present and Takane is indeed seated out there in full view of it and mostly sheltered by the enclosure, she's not standing and gazing up at it. Instead, her usual posture has been compromised by an unusual slump and the support of a nearby post. Her head's chosen to rest against that, while one hand settles limply in her lap.

Her eyes are closed.

Yes, folks. Miracle of miracles, Shijou Takane is actually asleep. ]

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It's not the end

[ she's not expecting much more than the usual, even with the tiny part of her constantly being alert for otherwise. Rise's learned her lesson, that things tend to happen without warning. But she's feeling tired today, setting down her tome of a script and padding out of her room and down the stairs. No need to talk to her grandmother, as she's had this habit for years of just going out and wandering. If anywhere's mostly safe to walk about without any form of disguise, it's Inaba. The town's accepted her as one of its own and, aside from a few stares and the occasional person disrupting her walk for an autograph (there will always be a few tourists, somehow), Rise can make her way towards the floodplains unhindered. It's a good day to sit by the river.

Maybe she should be expecting something new today, but she doesn't. ]

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> fly me to the moon, etc etc

[ Welcome to generic town B, where resident wizard Warren West has one of his many... "safe houses", if you will. Hey, when you're a destructive wizard with ties to the mob, you make sure you have places to go when you need to get out of town.

But that's not why Warren is here. He's here investigating... an anomaly of sorts. A flux in the magical spectrum. A tear in reality. Someone swears they saw a winged creature or two just... appear out of nowhere, and then vanish, just as quickly.

Whatever's going on, there's a lot of power involved, and power is Warren's game, which is why he can be found in the local graveyard- the source of whatever's going on- poking around. ]

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> in which swords are hot

[ humans are frail, fragile creatures. Having killed many of them, Aria knows this well.

But Cecily had been different. Cecily had wielded her not to kill, but to protect, regardless of her original purpose.

Cecily had also been human, and humans did not live long compared to demon swords. Aria's slept since then, ensconced within her original form, but she's beginning to stir. Perhaps it's the knowledge of something new, monsters prowling about, the screams of people in the streets.

Or perhaps it's the proximity of something both alien and familiar.

Whatever it is, this elegant sword propped in several cracked rocks may seem innocuous, but the wind is slowly being drawn to it.

And there's a faint whisper that you may hear that accompanies it. ]

Am I alone again...?

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We are so ridiculous

[ idols are supposed to be smiling, inspirational people. They're not supposed to be sitting in their dressing room, sifting listlessly through a script, head lowered and eyes dark.

She'd known. She'd known, the first time he'd run off with her hand in his, that the smartest thing was to enjoy that one day out with him and get back to work. She shouldn't have asked to see more of him. She shouldn't have let herself get swept away, knowing the agency didn't approve of the influence of one special effects artist. They'd banned him from the building, threatening worse if he persisted.

And it was back to dreary days. Not that Kohei hadn't occasionally made his way in, regardless, but it was getting riskier, the schedules were getting more packed, and Rise was getting more and more worried. ]

How'd it get like this...?

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rp > all the nostalgia without the critic

[ today in the antics of Demi Goddess and Man With Many Arms, we have...

Cat bathing.

Yes, she who subdues runes (and has been sleeping even longer these days) is currently attempting to scrub an armful of... well, nothing, for the average viewer. But that's what happens when the cat you're bathing just so happens to be a ghost. A ghost who's still capable of smelling. ]

Look, I'm not any happier about this than you are, except you don't hear me shrieking my indignation to the world at large. And you won't, because unlike you, I am a mature and responsible a-- [ pause. ] ... I am an adult.

So just-- stay--

[ and the next instant, there's an unholy feline shriek and a very loud splash. ]

Current Mood: geeky

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RP > sometimes you just gotta be shippy

[ It is a beautiful, sunshiny day in Mayfield. And let's face it, when is it not? But instead of being out in his garden as per usual, the local Autobot is in his garage.

Dismantling his lawnmower.

Taking it apart seems to be the easy part. Putting it back together is going to be quite the challenge. ]

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because Kia and Diane are DORKS.

[ once upon a time before a princess was a princess and a hero was a hero, they were wee young things living in the Destiny Islands. And one of these aforementioned wee young things is going to be hanging out on the BEST island. What is she doing, you may ask?

Hunting for seashells, of course! According to her new family, every shell's got a story, so she has to find all of them! So she's just up to her ankles in ocean and currently wading around, crouching down every so often to fish a shell out of the water.

Clearly she needs someone to interrupt her or she'll be at this all day. ]

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because Red needs some happy

[ This is where we are. Don't ask how, or why. Just know that it is a ballroom of sorts with a wonderful view. There is some music playing in the background despite the lack of band.

And there is a sharply-dressed Autobot looking out the window. He must be waiting for his date. ]

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RP > leave it up to the wind

[ A few months have passed, both since Rise returned home and the Investigation Team saved the world and stopped the fog for good. And what is one of the younger world saviors doing at the moment, while the outside air is fragrant with drifting cherry blossoms and the sky's a rich, deep blue?

... She's currently half-slumped in a desk in the room 1-2, aware enough to take notes of what the teacher's saying but also absentmindedly scrawling lyrics down in her notebook. Yasogami High has two buildings, the Practice Building and the Classroom Building, and there are students running back and forth between them or sitting listlessly at their desks.

Or staring at particular objects of interest, whether it's the princess-like Yukiko Amagi, Inaba's own idol Risette, or whatever promises to be new, intriguing and/or JUST PLAIN WEIRD. For her part, Rise's just wishing the bell would ring so she could go home. The day's been dragging on and on. ]

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RP > dirt roads

[ There is a blue sedan trundling down a dirt road. It doesn't seem to be going anywhere in particular- in fact, it seems to be enjoying the scenery. It might also be taking it slow due to the other car that's following it. It's not exactly built for dirt roads.

When it rounds a corner, though, it slams on the breaks.

It's just found an entire field of these. ]

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Yes, another one of these

[ This might be a training center. And this might be a lieutenant running a few drills. It's been far too long since he did any sort of training, anyway.

Right now the Cybertronian version of a punching bag is occupying his attention. ]

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RP > I'll just leave this here

[ So. This is a medical ward- and there is a Jet laying on a berth. He's been there a long damn time- something about being bitchslapped by a giant Decepticon lizard- and while it's about time for him to be discharged, right now he's in recharge.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz--- ]

Current Mood: busy

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RP > nostalgiaaaaaaa

[ There is an Alabaster sitting in the living room of a certain apartment. He's set up a small table, and he has the pieces of a pocket watch scattered around on top of it. Mechanical arms are carefully moving the pieces into place.

Alabaster himself is wearing a rather ridiculous pair of goggles- he is from a land of steampunk tech after all, but hey, they have a magnifying glass on them ]

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/posts something dorky and harmless

[ This is an apartment. It's a fairly small apartment- even for someone on Jacob's salary, but it suits him. Every thing is practical and neat- if a little dark. Dear Jake has a fondness for dark wood when it comes to furniture- and perfect.

Except for the part where there's a 200-pound wolf sprawled on the bed like he owns it. The fedora is hanging from one of the bedposts, for want of a proper hat rack.

Jacob himself is in the shower, pondering how the hell his life got so complicated all of a sudden. ]

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RP > spam spam spammity

ALL-PURPOSE TRANSFORMERS SPAM POST
version: Drift and Sideways
because you can only spam around 8-dressing so much

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RP > nostalgia strikes again

[ It is a relatively quiet day in the apartment of one Saga Laskaris- unless you were to wander into the kitchen. Then you would find all manner of things happening, dishes heaped up everywhere, and some very tantalizing smells coming from the sizzling skillets on the stove top. In the middle of it is Alabaster, in a simple t-shirt and jeans (and no shoes. Just socks), bustling back and forth, metallic arms zipping everywhere. ]