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January 21st, 2012
piloted02
 | 12:27 pm - Been a while.
[He'd taken the holidays off to spend time with the people he cared about. Naturally. And things were finally going his way for once too. Good thing too because that meant he had plenty of free time to do as he pleased. Including rearing the puppies which his dog Hilde had given birth too sometime ago. He'd also promised a couple folks their pick of the litter, or just play time. That day was today.
People would hear the playful yips as puppies dug around and romped on the beach's sand, while Duo sat in one of those captain chairs watching them and petting his big fat lazy rottweiler. The pups were German Shepherd mixes. Behind his chair? At the hanger? At the bar? All had signs up that said "Free Puppies". Inquire at Beach.]
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January 1st, 2012
movelikestrider
| 11:41 am - Second Scratch
[Dave appears on the plane in a burst of red light while flickers of green fire chase themselves all over the area and fade. He waits, tugging his hood down and equipping a pair of red headphones. Their cord leads to the gear Turntables he's pulled out, with the laptop screen floating between them.
And starts to play music, a heavy bass drum echoing across the plane. He sways to it, first to the left and then to the right, before he reaches over and twists his fingers over a knob. The first whispers of a violin join with the drum, sounding like discord at first but he tames it, fading out the drum just enough to meld the two. To it he adds in a guitar the kind that's impossible to play with just two hands, then a piano.
He keeps all of them low at first then makes the sounds seem to dance together, flickering in and out and going silent all together. Then they rise seeming to ascend with bursts of static like flames and the drum evening out, matching the rest, the violin's desperate wail settling into a light tone ringing out. He plays the tune a few more seconds before he flash-steps and everything goes silent.
All over the plane, he appears and whisks away in whispers of time or simply speed in general. Each time he plays the music just a little. For a guy with shades on his face he looks like he's searching for something.]
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December 30th, 2011
spotofsunlight
 | 09:27 pm - [❄❄1]
[Here's a kid walking out onto the Astral Plane. He is short and has white hair and is very, very excited. He wearing a purple hat that looks vaguely like a rabbit, a faded black cape, and manacles on his wrists connected by a length of chain. Did I mention he's excited?]
WOW!
Wow.
Where'd all the snow go? What're all those shiny things? Look at 'em shine!
[He must be talking about the stars. Maybe. He gets down to his hands and knees and knocks on the invisible floor.]
Hey, what am I standing on? Is there something here?
[Knock, knock. Lick, lick.]
Those shiny things are there too! So cool. But they don't taste like anything. Man, that sucks.
[Lick, lick. Lick, lick. Why yes, he keeps trying to lick the stars.]
Hey, shiny things! Can you hear me? Hello? Helloooo~?
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December 27th, 2011
betrayedtwin
 | 03:51 pm - ⊗ 1
[in one of the many sparse areas of the Plane appears a tall, sturdy man in purple and green armor, but he hasn't come quite alone. accompanying him is a long, steel table he's seated at. parts of his sniper rifle lay strewn across the table in a neat, organized manner, along with a couple other weapons, and his standard cleaning kit consisting of cleaners, cloths, and tools to adjust the sights of said weapons. he appears to be focused on what a mechanism from inside his rifle--but that's rather difficult to tell since he's looking down and wearing his helmet while he's doing this. and he's seemingly talking to himself, his voice sounding a bit filtered as it comes out of the helmet radio]
--ot sure how you missed it, to be honest. I wasn't so sure it was really there myself. But then I checked it out, met this peculiar guy, then woke up--[he stops, suddenly aware of his surroundings. in a swift, fluid motion, he drops the rifle component and reaches for nearest weapon on the table that is put together, and immediately stands, his chair noisily clattering to the ground. normally he isn't this jumpy, but when one's surroundings change in the blink of an eye, it's hopefully understandable. he lowers the gun a moment later as a somewhat confused recognition sets in, but he, by no means, has relaxed his grip.] Son of a bitch, here. I came here.
[he lets out a little laugh, shaking his head.] Well, if that wasn't conveniently timed, I don't know what is. I'll have to start setting my motion tracker even while doing menial duties. At least I wasn't peeling potatoes.
[after another moment of looking around and verifying that nobody is going to immediately attack him, he reaches down and rights his metal chair--yet doesn't sit down] Hope this doesn't become a habit, though. [mutters under his breath] And never mind what South's going to think when I get back after disappearing like that...
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December 25th, 2011
punkblaze
 | 09:35 pm - ☼ five ☼
[Somewhere on the Plane, a little out of the way from where everything else is, Eithan has brought a ridiculously large, poofy, Victorian-style armchair. Of course, you'll find Eithan curled up in that chair. ... And, every once in a while, you'll hear him whine. Or groan. Or make some other pitiful noise.
Sitting on a table beside the chair are a bowl of soup and a cup of hot tea. Neither has been touched very much. There's a blanket on the floor that looks like maybe Eithan was using it before, but it's since been tossed aside and forgotten about.
So basically, have an Eithan, acting like his home worlds and the rest of them are all ending just because he has a really bad head cold. ... 'Tis the season.]
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December 23rd, 2011
ram_of_gold
 | 08:13 pm
[Shion and Mu appear on the Plane together, although something is very clearly wrong. Shion has his hand around the throat of the semi-conscious and much battered Mu, holding him half off the ground as his grip tightens and black blood drips to the Plane floor.]
Is this really your last act, Aries? I am disappointed. I had thought a Gold Saint would at least try to put up a fight.
[Shion's tone is cold and mocking. Both his cosmo and the armor he's wearing are black and twisted. Whatever Shion is, at the moment he is not a Saint.]
[OOC: More experiment fun with Shion! Just a reminder that right now he's in 'attack on sight' mode for Saints and Athena.]
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yuliafonichymns
 | 02:55 pm - ♪ 2ｎｄ [ ｈｙｍｎ ] ｘｗｏｒｄｓ ｏｆ ｋｎｏｗｌｅｄｇｅｘ ::action::
[ It's been a while since Tear's been around the Astral Plane. She did what she was told and learned to adjust to the strange way of living here. It wasn't all that much different from Auldrant but with many differences that she could clearly make it out that didn't exist in Auldrant. She took most warnings to heart and kept her guard up. She was also very captious with what she was doing as well just in case it would get her in unwanted trouble.
Thanks to many people that ha assisted her she was able to grasp and understand things slowly and perhaps it seemed like an ideal time to speak with the Colonel again. At least she thought it would be a good time to speak to him. She wasn't sure if he was busy or not since she hadn't seen him around much as well as her other companions that she had spoken to. She hadn't seen Guy or Asch around. She was also aware that there were others here as well but she had not seen them or spoken to them. She didn't sought them out yet but she probably should. At least so she could understand a little more of what was going on. Even if she grasped the basics there were many things she was unaware of.
She seemed to be caught up in running through a few pages of the books that were hanging at the edge of the shelf. She was trying to make comprehension of it ]
[ ooc: lots of edits. I'm sorry this is my lack of understanding things before posting...and forgetting. I apologize... >> ]
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December 19th, 2011
ram_of_gold
 | 12:41 pm
[Someone has taken some of the books off one of the shelves in the library. That someone also appears to be trying to put them back in a more organized fashion, although there's no clear reason why Shion has chosen to do such a thing. He's still wearing the dark robes, but this time the helmet that goes with the outfit is resting on a table surrounded by piles of books. Shion is also paler than he was last time, as if he hasn't seen sun in months, and for some reason he has a whip attached to his belt. Anyone who is sensitive to cosmo can tell that something is wrong with his. It's dark, more twisted than it should be, although it is still clearly his own. He's being very single minded about this self-imposed duty of his, not noticing much else of what is going on around him.]
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December 17th, 2011
asmallamoroso
 | 02:29 am - ☇ 13 | I 've said too much, I haven't said enough.
[ Sitting in the kitchen was this particular child with her hands wrapped around a mug of freshly brewed coffee. She wasn't paying much attention to anything going on there, but despite how absent of mind she appeared to be, she was, in fact, waiting.
Ai took a sip of the strong beverage and continued to stare at the counter. Clearly there was a lot on her mind and it had to do with a particular conversation she had recently had on the Plane. ]
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vengefulagent
 | 03:20 am - ♖ 1
[a tall man in steel-colored body armor with yellow trim is currently very engaged with perusing the brochures at the information kiosk, a holographic version hovering at a comfortable height for him to read. after a moment, he waves a hand to dismiss the brochure, but underneath that helmet, he's blinking, unsure if someone is just pulling his leg or...]
[frowning, he starts looking around again at what's around him: the random buildings that shouldn't exist but do and outer space in every single direction.] This...can't be real. [in his heart, though, he has a feeling the brochure is telling the truth. it's all far too elaborate and thorough for it to be a lie, and the appearance of the shop on the Mother of Invention makes complete sense now (though he has a strong urge to report it to the Director anyway).]
[very quickly, duty supersedes any other curiosity he has--and anyway, he's satisfied the need for initial reconnaissance, so it's time to report in! he taps the side of his helmet, activating his long-range comms systems]
Come in, Command, this is Agent Washington. I seem to have...um... [he falters, unsure of how to go about explaining that he's suddenly on a plane of existence that is the meeting point for many universes without sounding like he's gone completely insane. so, he just settles for establishing contact and going from there] Command, do you read? [he pauses for a second, hoping for some reply, but only hears static. this doesn't please him, not one bit.] I repeat, Command, do you copy? [and again, he gets no answer. he grumbles under his breath]
[slowly] Okay...I'm going to assume everyone has gone to get a cup of coffee from the mess hall. Because we all know how great that stuff is. [he waits for a reaction to his sarcastic remark, but gets none]
What the hell?! [he lets go of the long-range comms button, his arm flopping to his side. his annoyance with those back home seem to have pushed everything else he read in the brochure completely out of his mind for the moment.] Someone should always be monitoring the comms! That's basic protocol. The Director is going to hear about this when I get back.
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