A D S T R I N G E N D U M | C O N T A C T |
No matter how many lives that I live I will never regret.
No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget.
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» Statistics
» Status: Active
» Arrival Date: January Twenty Third Two Thousand And Eleven
» Age:
» Birthdate: October Twenty Sixth
» Relationship Status: Taken
» Current Residence Greek House Number Two
» Room Mates: Sora, Axel, Sango, Kohaku and Hanna
» Pets: Kuusai, Kaito and Kotone
» Death Count: One
» Death Date: September Sixth Two Thousand And Eleven
» Death Price: Becoming A Nobody
12 January 2012 @ 06:02 pm
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adstringendum, feel free to keep this journal friended, as it's more than likely not going to be used for anything else. Everything will be moved with the game to. Dreamwidth.16 December 2011 @ 08:35 pm
[It's been a long week. More than likely longer than last week. The only good news? At least he's gone through it in his own body. When the feed switches on, however, it shows Riku sitting on his bed, Kuusai curled into his lap and Kaito sleeping on the pillows near by. He's wearing yet another hoodie, the thick hood pulled up, hiding his freshly pierced ears.]
So, besides for hunting down Santa and throwing parties, how do you guys celebrate Christmas in your worlds? And if you don't celebrate Christmas, what do you celebrate?
[So, maybe he's using Christmas as an excuse to find out about other worlds. Sue him.]
Oh, and if anyone knows where I can find some wrapping paper, I'd appreciate the information.
[And then the feed shuts off. Well, for everyone who isn't currently unfortunate enough to reside in his house anyway.]
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So, besides for hunting down Santa and throwing parties, how do you guys celebrate Christmas in your worlds? And if you don't celebrate Christmas, what do you celebrate?
[So, maybe he's using Christmas as an excuse to find out about other worlds. Sue him.]
Oh, and if anyone knows where I can find some wrapping paper, I'd appreciate the information.
[And then the feed shuts off. Well, for everyone who isn't currently unfortunate enough to reside in his house anyway.]
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08 December 2011 @ 09:27 am
[The feed turns on, and for a moment all it shows is a mirror, reflecting a rather neatly kept bathroom. Someone comes into view a moment later, however, shirtless and still... looking like Axel. Sigh.. He rubs his jaw, before lifting it, inspecting his neck and chin before lowing it. Opening his mouth, looking at his teeth before running his tongue over them. Two fingers press against the twin tattoo's, pulling the skin down and examining bright green eyes before letting it snap back up. Finally, a hand comes to bright red spikes, running through it before his entire face lights up.
Then he turns to the PCD, a smirk plastered over his face. And he mouths "Be right back."
... Okay, so three hours isn't exactly coming right back. But when the feed finally turns on again, it's to one(1) Axel, standing in front of the mirror, now, thankfully, fully clothed. And with bright pink hair. It's amazing what you can do with a few lemons, some peroxcide and a couple of hours out in the sun can do, isn't it?
Too bad he forgot to do the eyebrows so they all match. Opps.]
Not bad. Guess I should listen to Riku more often.
[And back to checking himself out, pretending like the PCD isn't even there. Oh, and those model poses he keeps doing? They're just going to continue until the PCD clicks off. And once it does, the photo's will start getting sent out. All of them fit to be a Fackbook default.]
Then he turns to the PCD, a smirk plastered over his face. And he mouths "Be right back."
... Okay, so three hours isn't exactly coming right back. But when the feed finally turns on again, it's to one(1) Axel, standing in front of the mirror, now, thankfully, fully clothed. And with bright pink hair. It's amazing what you can do with a few lemons, some peroxcide and a couple of hours out in the sun can do, isn't it?
Too bad he forgot to do the eyebrows so they all match. Opps.]
Not bad. Guess I should listen to Riku more often.
[And back to checking himself out, pretending like the PCD isn't even there. Oh, and those model poses he keeps doing? They're just going to continue until the PCD clicks off. And once it does, the photo's will start getting sent out. All of them fit to be a Fackbook default.]
18 November 2011 @ 02:20 am
[After spending the better part of the week absent from the network and not really giving a fuck about what's going on on it anyway, Riku finally makes his reappearance late Friday afternoon. The feed flickers to life quickly, revealing a Riku that, surprisingly, looks better than he has in weeks. Apparently, sometimes, running away actually is the answer. Or maybe it's the fact that he's gotten actually slept more than ten hours each night for the past three nights and had three actual meals each day.
The most noticable difference, however, is the fact that his bangs, completely overgrown and unruly (and probably longer than his actual hair) have finally been cut and sweeped to the side, just barely obscuring the vision his right eye. And for once, he's not even going to complain about it. (Mostly because there's nothing to comlain about. He's not quite sure he likes the sweeping side bangs, but at least he can see.)
He's dressed warmly, a thick hoodie sheltering him from the harsh wind that signals the on coming of winter, the hood pulled up and hiding the rest of his hair. There's a bag slung over his shoulder, and it's readily apparent that someone hasn't been staying at their house for the past few days (Except for one small trip in the dead of night to finally retrieve his PCD.)
Relationship issues? What relationship issues?]
So, that prom thing is tonight, right? So, if the girls are supposed to wear dresses, someone mind filling me in on what a guy's supposed to wear? I kinda doubt I'll be able to find a tux on such short notice.
[He smirks, leaning up against the front door of his house, bangs and hood flapping lightly in the wind.]
Oh, and next time any of you need a haircut, I hear Ukitake is opening a barber shop. He does good work. [He points up at his bangs, before finally pulling the hood down, revealing that the rest of his hair has also been freshly trimmed.] Just be sure you sit really still. He almost took my eye out and I'm pretty sure I'm lucky to still have both my ears.
[He smirks again, before finally ending the feed. Congrats, Adstring, cocky, troll face Riku has made his come back.]
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The most noticable difference, however, is the fact that his bangs, completely overgrown and unruly (and probably longer than his actual hair) have finally been cut and sweeped to the side, just barely obscuring the vision his right eye. And for once, he's not even going to complain about it. (Mostly because there's nothing to comlain about. He's not quite sure he likes the sweeping side bangs, but at least he can see.)
He's dressed warmly, a thick hoodie sheltering him from the harsh wind that signals the on coming of winter, the hood pulled up and hiding the rest of his hair. There's a bag slung over his shoulder, and it's readily apparent that someone hasn't been staying at their house for the past few days (Except for one small trip in the dead of night to finally retrieve his PCD.)
Relationship issues? What relationship issues?]
So, that prom thing is tonight, right? So, if the girls are supposed to wear dresses, someone mind filling me in on what a guy's supposed to wear? I kinda doubt I'll be able to find a tux on such short notice.
[He smirks, leaning up against the front door of his house, bangs and hood flapping lightly in the wind.]
Oh, and next time any of you need a haircut, I hear Ukitake is opening a barber shop. He does good work. [He points up at his bangs, before finally pulling the hood down, revealing that the rest of his hair has also been freshly trimmed.] Just be sure you sit really still. He almost took my eye out and I'm pretty sure I'm lucky to still have both my ears.
[He smirks again, before finally ending the feed. Congrats, Adstring, cocky, troll face Riku has made his come back.]
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09 November 2011 @ 11:58 pm
[There's a loud crash, caused mostly by the PCD falling out of Riku's pocket and onto the floor, therefore turning it's self on. All it takes in, however, is darkness. There's another crash, followed by the sound of a groan. Pounding follows, fist on heavy wood, and what can only be a sneaker coming into contact with that same heavy wood. Only for nothing to happen. There's a small growl, followed by a sound much like a match being struck and lit, only much louder. The dark space is illuminated for a brief moment by the bright blue fire, and it becomes instantly apparent just where the PCD is.
On the floor of a closet. Riku's, closet. Where he's currently trapped. And he can't do anything about it because hey, the keyhole is on the other side of the door.
The fire attack is sent at the door, only to do little more than start a fire. Cursing, it's just as quickly put out in a shower of ice before the space goes dark once more.]
This is what I get for laughing at everyone else, isn't it? [Karma is a bitch like that, Riku. Better get used to it now.
The sound of a match being lit is repeated, the area once more sent aglow by the small ball of blueish fire contained in his palm as he feels for his PCD. Not finding it, he crouches down, hand feeling along the floor until it finally comes into contact. Only to find the red light blinking up at him mockingly.
There's a small sigh, bright green eyes rolling upwards as he shakes his head, taking a moment to stand back up before speaking, the fire casting a blue glow over his skin and hair. And there is currently a lot of skin on display, seeing as his shirt is on his bed, waiting for him to slip into it. He should have known better than to go into his closet in search of his other shoes.]
If anyone's home, I could use a little help here.
[There's another kick to the door before he leans up against it, sighing in annoyance.]
And if you're not, don't be surprised if you come home and find the house on fire.
[Because he is getting out of there, on way or another.]
[OOC: Anyone can find him // come to his assistance. There really won't be a order // one set person // what is a timeline even so even if someone got to it first, you can still tag in saying your character is coming to help. Oh, and feel totally feel to laugh at the irony of him being trapped in a closet.]
On the floor of a closet. Riku's, closet. Where he's currently trapped. And he can't do anything about it because hey, the keyhole is on the other side of the door.
The fire attack is sent at the door, only to do little more than start a fire. Cursing, it's just as quickly put out in a shower of ice before the space goes dark once more.]
This is what I get for laughing at everyone else, isn't it? [Karma is a bitch like that, Riku. Better get used to it now.
The sound of a match being lit is repeated, the area once more sent aglow by the small ball of blueish fire contained in his palm as he feels for his PCD. Not finding it, he crouches down, hand feeling along the floor until it finally comes into contact. Only to find the red light blinking up at him mockingly.
There's a small sigh, bright green eyes rolling upwards as he shakes his head, taking a moment to stand back up before speaking, the fire casting a blue glow over his skin and hair. And there is currently a lot of skin on display, seeing as his shirt is on his bed, waiting for him to slip into it. He should have known better than to go into his closet in search of his other shoes.]
If anyone's home, I could use a little help here.
[There's another kick to the door before he leans up against it, sighing in annoyance.]
And if you're not, don't be surprised if you come home and find the house on fire.
[Because he is getting out of there, on way or another.]
[OOC: Anyone can find him // come to his assistance. There really won't be a order // one set person // what is a timeline even so even if someone got to it first, you can still tag in saying your character is coming to help. Oh, and feel totally feel to laugh at the irony of him being trapped in a closet.]
06 November 2011 @ 08:57 pm
[Welp. How is everyone enjoying this wonderful event we've been given? Oh, that's right you aren't.]
Let me get this straight, this? [He holds up a disable trap for the camera to take in.] Is the event? You guys really are starting to slip.
[There's the sound of metal hitting the ground as the trap is tossed away.]
If anyone gets stuck in one of these things or any of the other traps the Animus have set for us, I might be able to help you. As long as the trap has a lock, I'll be able to open it. Any kind of lock.
[Because that handy dandy keyblade of his? Can open any lock at any time. Totally awesome super power, amirite?]
Unless you get trapped between the hours of midnight and eight A.M. Then you're on your own.
Let me get this straight, this? [He holds up a disable trap for the camera to take in.] Is the event? You guys really are starting to slip.
[There's the sound of metal hitting the ground as the trap is tossed away.]
If anyone gets stuck in one of these things or any of the other traps the Animus have set for us, I might be able to help you. As long as the trap has a lock, I'll be able to open it. Any kind of lock.
[Because that handy dandy keyblade of his? Can open any lock at any time. Totally awesome super power, amirite?]
Unless you get trapped between the hours of midnight and eight A.M. Then you're on your own.
26 October 2011 @ 06:53 pm
[The first thing that gets recorded is the PCD being dropped unceremoniously onto the ground. It's easy enough to see that it's an accident, a mistake that wasn't meant to happen. But fingers get weak and slippery, devices fall to the ground and are left to film the scene as it unfolds before them.
And for a while, it records nothing, except the sight of a stone gray tombstone, with only one name and two dates printed on it quite clearly. A name that might be familiar to those who have been within the city for long enough, or have come to know the owner of the device well enough. One very important name. The most important name in all of the worlds to the person who's eyes had rested on it just moments before.
Sora. And the date of his birth. And more importantly, the date of his death. A date that had taken place almost two years before for Riku. The day when Sora had finally confronted him after he had allowed himself to be possessed by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness, and they had fought. Only now, as the images played back in his memory, they didn't go the way he knew they had. Sora hadn't been strong enough to stop him. And likewise he hadn't been strong enough to break free of the grip Ansem held over him. And he had committed the most horrendous betrayal anyone could ever commit. He had murdered his best friend. So simply. As if the friendship had never existed between them at all.
Everything is silent for few more moments, before the chilled air is broken by the sound of a pained yell, followed by a bright flash of light. Only instead of the usual bright blue and red keyblade there's the flash of dark metal: Oblivion. It's only then that Riku comes into view, another bright flash of light appearing, only this time it's as a fire spell, bright blue surrounded by black, aimed directly at the tombstone. A moment later the still smoldering stone is being hit, a piece chipping off, before another, and another, some bigger than other's, some small and barely worth noting, until finally, all that remains is a pile of rocks.
The sound of ragged breathing can be heard as Riku falls to his knees, the keyblade disappearing from his grips as his hands take in fist fulls of dirt, tightening around them as he cries out again, as flashes of manipulated memory begin to appear before his eyes. Only this time, it's of his own death, seemingly real and merciless.
The feed continues on, the last thing it takes in before timing out is the sound of a pained sob and a fist hitting the ground.
Yep. This was definitely going to go down as the best birthday ever.]
And for a while, it records nothing, except the sight of a stone gray tombstone, with only one name and two dates printed on it quite clearly. A name that might be familiar to those who have been within the city for long enough, or have come to know the owner of the device well enough. One very important name. The most important name in all of the worlds to the person who's eyes had rested on it just moments before.
Sora. And the date of his birth. And more importantly, the date of his death. A date that had taken place almost two years before for Riku. The day when Sora had finally confronted him after he had allowed himself to be possessed by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness, and they had fought. Only now, as the images played back in his memory, they didn't go the way he knew they had. Sora hadn't been strong enough to stop him. And likewise he hadn't been strong enough to break free of the grip Ansem held over him. And he had committed the most horrendous betrayal anyone could ever commit. He had murdered his best friend. So simply. As if the friendship had never existed between them at all.
Everything is silent for few more moments, before the chilled air is broken by the sound of a pained yell, followed by a bright flash of light. Only instead of the usual bright blue and red keyblade there's the flash of dark metal: Oblivion. It's only then that Riku comes into view, another bright flash of light appearing, only this time it's as a fire spell, bright blue surrounded by black, aimed directly at the tombstone. A moment later the still smoldering stone is being hit, a piece chipping off, before another, and another, some bigger than other's, some small and barely worth noting, until finally, all that remains is a pile of rocks.
The sound of ragged breathing can be heard as Riku falls to his knees, the keyblade disappearing from his grips as his hands take in fist fulls of dirt, tightening around them as he cries out again, as flashes of manipulated memory begin to appear before his eyes. Only this time, it's of his own death, seemingly real and merciless.
The feed continues on, the last thing it takes in before timing out is the sound of a pained sob and a fist hitting the ground.
Yep. This was definitely going to go down as the best birthday ever.]
08 October 2011 @ 11:48 pm
[And today, Adstringendum, you all being greet to Riku... actually using the text function. Why? Because he has a V.I.Q Very. Important. Question. to ask all of you, and text is the most information means of communication at this disposial. So obviously, it's the very best choice for the moment.]
Anyone who's died here, what was your death price? What did the Animus take from you when you returned? Was it an ability, a memory or something else? Has anyone ever gotten theirs back or gotten it change? How?
[And then at the bottom of the text, is one very important piece of information.]
For me, it was the ability to sense light and darkness. Now you can stop wondering.
[It's much easier to lie over text. Who would have thought?]
[OOC: Riku is, of course lying about what his true death price is, but he won't admit it, even if called on it.]
Anyone who's died here, what was your death price? What did the Animus take from you when you returned? Was it an ability, a memory or something else? Has anyone ever gotten theirs back or gotten it change? How?
[And then at the bottom of the text, is one very important piece of information.]
For me, it was the ability to sense light and darkness. Now you can stop wondering.
[It's much easier to lie over text. Who would have thought?]
[OOC: Riku is, of course lying about what his true death price is, but he won't admit it, even if called on it.]