Jumping... at shadows.

[mach-n-roll.livejournal.com]

[Action]

Sonic's in the sim chamber again! This time it's set to a generic fight grid. He's bouncing at high speeds between baddies like always, laying down nasty aerial kicks, punches and spins. He smirks evilly as the ones who have reached their HP limit been beaten dissipate into darkness. He's--

Wait. Darkness? He's not fighting robots, he's fighting Heartless? That's new. And not doing bad, for someone that doesn't have a Keyblade. Several shadows of various sizes have already been scattered, and he's now staring down a cluster of neoshadows, or the sim's approximation thereof.

Watch? Cheer? Heckle? Sneak in and join? Mess with the controls?

(no subject)

[bravegreen.livejournal.com]

[Action; Public]

[After working in the Library, Marona inevitably came across the graphic novel section, which... well, let's just say the result is, she's got a neat little stack of Kingdom Hearts manga next to her as she sits in one of the lounges.]

Is this what Sora went through in his world? Losing both of your friends like that... That's so sad.

[Private]

[Eventually, it occurs to her to move her reading to her room. While she likes to talk with the various members of C.O., she also wants to finish all of the books before she has to return them, and there's quite a few already. So, with that in mind, she settled into bed and continued her reading, occasionally pausing out of sympathy for her old friend.]

Sora...

(no subject)

[former-endboss.livejournal.com]

Action:Private Jacqli's room has been devoured by the wall to wall books, ranging from thin folios, to massive multi-volume tomes of esoteric lore. She's taking stock, but something's obviously bothering her...

So will you bother her in return?

Voice: Alright, who has my book? I know exactly which one it is, and I want it back. Red cover, no title, handwritten manuscript. If you give it back now, I might be lenient.

Heaven or Hell, LET'S RO- I mean.

[carnagescissor.livejournal.com]

[Action]

[Oh hey people, someone seems to be using the simulation chamber yet again. Upon closer inspection, its Ragna fighting some people from Ky's world!

With the case of the Robot copy of Ky and the one-armed Samurai girl, Ragna defeated both of them within 10-20 minutes of blade clashes, since apparently the former is much stronger than the one Ky's team faced in his world. With the case of the pirate dude, they fought to a standstill before Ragna charges in and defeated him with two timed blows.

...

For Sol?

Its currently one of the most heated match ever, literally, with flames bursting out of the ground, and Darkness aiming to eat the other, while both of them locks blades with each other.

This continues on for a while longer, before Sol fixes his bandanna, causing a huge increase in combat power, which overwhelmed Ragna.]

You... FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!

BLOOD KAIN!

[Pissed off Ragna then raised his arm as darkness begins to bathe him, increasing his combat powers as well, however...

It was still not enough, as Sol was still a bit more powerful. And with a disarming slash and a kick, Ragna's down for the count!]

God... damn it...

ITP: Matsu being forced into a situation. Again.

[getshive.livejournal.com]

[Video]

Hey guys.

What do you do when someone signs you up for a tournament that you don't want to be a part of?

ITP: Yet another Gundam

[swordofimpulse.livejournal.com]

[Action]

[Those in the mecha hangar will see a mech walking through the door slowly, so as to not wreck anything in the place.

After the mech stops in an empty spot by the cat-walk, it powers down and the cockpit unit opens, netting you a view of a teen in red uniform. He then takes out the communicator given to him by the authorities of this place.]

[Voice]

CO, right? Name's Shinn Asuka, and I'll be working here for a while.

...And does any one of you know where the simulation room is?

(no subject)

[worldendswithme.livejournal.com]

[Video]

[Neku looks a little bit... well. Singed. He's got a squirming mass of fur in his arms.]

Does anyone know what these things eat?

[Action | Closed]

[He finally got the thing to go back in its pokeball. He lies back on his bed, sketching out a design he wants to use.]

[He rips out the page and balls it up, dropping it to let it join his previous rejected designs. He's never going to be at CAT's level at this rate...]

(no subject)

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

[The Gym's certainly being used. A stereo's set up and blasting music to help mask the sound of grunting and help Snake keep time]

One - nothing's wrong with me Two - nothing's wrong with me Three - nothing's wrong with me

[Shirtless and wearing only sweatpants, the man springs up onto the Still Rings, catching them in hand. He pulls himself up and swings his body to form an inverted cross, holding it for three seconds before moving back down into a sitting position, and then continuing, showing surprising flexibility for a man his size and age]

[So now what, watchers?]

ITP: Teenage Angst Personified.

[kyonko-narrates.livejournal.com]

'You know what sucks? One of those days where all you can seem to think about is everything you ever did wrong. What if one thing had gone differently? What if I had made another decision in the past? Was a little smarter? Worked harder? Was a few seconds earlier? And so on? Yeah, today is one of those days. Senior Councilor Elion--much as people keep telling me and I recognize his murder wasn't my fault and likely had nothing to do with me, I can't help feeling responsible for it. Then there's Haruki's stint in CO where he slowly went insane. What if he had? What if my world had gone up in flames because of it?

Heck, the situation with Haruki in general. I'm supposed to be the protector, the sane one. I've been stabbed and maybe destroyed an entire world to keep mine. I've put my life on the line more than once both here and back home. Only now?

I'm the damsel. I was the hero, only to find out I'm just a damsel in distress. Without Nagato or Asahina or Koizumi or the friends I've made here? Without someone to lean on I'm just useless. Every time I've had to do save someone in the past, it's only because someone else was there to save me.

....am I really the right person to look out for them?'

[She sighs as she flops back onto her bed, a cliche pop song playing on her MP3 Player. Threepwood's out at the moment and Kyonko's just taking the moment to indulge in being a mopey teenage girl for a few minutes. Everyone has those moments, why shouldn't she?]

[Secret Santa]

[mysteryboychaos.livejournal.com]

[The following is being broadcast to everyone's PDA, whether you're in C.O. right now or not]

Greetings, members of Confuto Ordinatio. I have decided to organize a holiday gift exchange for everyone. Of course, not everyone celebrates the same holidays, but the style of this gift exchange is that of a 'Secret Santa' event.

For those who have not participated in something such as this, the idea is that each person is secretly assigned another person to give a gift to. You don't tell anyone else who you're getting a gift for, and you don't know who is getting a gift for you. There's a designated time and place where the gifts are left, and then you receive the gift given to you, and try to figure out who gave you the gift.

Just let me know if you're interested in participating, or if you have any questions.

[ooc: Okay, so here's how it works. Sign-ups start now and will go through Saturday. After that, I'll randomly mix everyone up and PM you with who your characters are assigned. However, to keep from completely burying me, please only have one character reply, and then in an OOC note list your other characters who are signing up (names and journals, please). This is also to make sure that you don't get assigned your own characters. If you have OOC questions, ask here, too]

(no subject)

[that-left-hook.livejournal.com]

[Closed]

[Akihiko tossed his jacket over one of the chairs and let out a sigh. He was feeling pretty tired tonight, so he was going to go to bed a little earlier than usual. That, and he'd done some thinking.]

Protect Mitsuru, huh?

[Akihiko walked over to the mirror. He normally wasn't one to be terribly concerned about his appearance, but he did quickly run a comb through his hair.]

She definitely doesn't need that. She's probably stronger than I am by now. In fact, she probably always has been...