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cheerupemoborg[Crack open the journal and you're bound to notice that there's an obnoxiously large, hard to miss advertisement staring back at you.]
PARADISA RESPONSE FORCE
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Oct. 24th, 2012
cheerupemoborgtwo ; duet
Oct. 24th, 2012 07:51 pmpianoman[Sprawled across an armchair in the Music Room, Brook plays a slow, melancholy song on the violin. His journal lies open nearby--intentionally; he wants to be heard, and not only by anyone who might be in or around the Music Room--and it's only when he's quite through with the song that he speaks up.]
Pardon me, but I have a question. What sort of opportunities are there around here for musicians? Are there performing venues, or perhaps people hiring live music? I have quite a good ear for it!
Although I don't have any ears--yohohoho!
[And he returns to playing.]
Pardon me, but I have a question. What sort of opportunities are there around here for musicians? Are there performing venues, or perhaps people hiring live music? I have quite a good ear for it!
Although I don't have any ears--yohohoho!
[And he returns to playing.]
Vongola XI -- Action
Oct. 24th, 2012 08:07 pmnot_mafia[Now that things have settled down once more, Tsuna's at the woods' edge, dagger in hand. He stands there for a moment, seizing up his opponent (a formidable one, at that-- a sturdy-trunked tree), before he runs forward, slashing at the tree-- only to let go of the dagger, letting it fly into his other hand.
That was the idea, anyway.
But he misjudges the toss and the handle whips past his fingers, and the blade sinks into another trunk. The boy gives a light sigh as he walks over.]
I've been practicing some of your techniques for weeks, Yamamoto, and I still can't get them right most of the time. And yet you managed to master them all after seeing them only once...
Gao?
[After taking out the dagger, Tsuna comes over to Natsu and kneels down, patting his head.]
Yeah... I miss them a little, too, buddy. But, we've already been here for four months. So we'll... probably be heading home soon.
Gao...
[Tsuna gives a small frown at the box weapon. He'd missed his friends and family at home, certainly... but honestly, Paradisa had turned out to be a lot better than he thought it'd be. And he'd made new friends here, too. How strange... he wasn't sure whether or not he even wanted to leave.]
That was the idea, anyway.
But he misjudges the toss and the handle whips past his fingers, and the blade sinks into another trunk. The boy gives a light sigh as he walks over.]
I've been practicing some of your techniques for weeks, Yamamoto, and I still can't get them right most of the time. And yet you managed to master them all after seeing them only once...
Gao?
[After taking out the dagger, Tsuna comes over to Natsu and kneels down, patting his head.]
Yeah... I miss them a little, too, buddy. But, we've already been here for four months. So we'll... probably be heading home soon.
Gao...
[Tsuna gives a small frown at the box weapon. He'd missed his friends and family at home, certainly... but honestly, Paradisa had turned out to be a lot better than he thought it'd be. And he'd made new friends here, too. How strange... he wasn't sure whether or not he even wanted to leave.]
ⅹⅲ┆ whisper things into my brain
Oct. 24th, 2012 09:21 pmchocoponying( blahblahblehblihbluh )
[Filtered away from Zack Fair.]
Has any of you ever remembered or recovered parts of your losses at some point?
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( Zack Fair )
[That would do. For now. Cloud leaves the journal open, waiting for a response as he looks down at the castle grounds from some parapet in the roof. He's still a pony and this pony still got wings. He extends them, and he looks he's about to jump, but he's just there, probably deciding what to do. Come give him a little push? Or just talk to him, he doesn't bite too hard.]
{{Loss continues.}}
[Filtered away from Zack Fair.]
Has any of you ever remembered or recovered parts of your losses at some point?
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( Zack Fair )
[That would do. For now. Cloud leaves the journal open, waiting for a response as he looks down at the castle grounds from some parapet in the roof. He's still a pony and this pony still got wings. He extends them, and he looks he's about to jump, but he's just there, probably deciding what to do. Come give him a little push? Or just talk to him, he doesn't bite too hard.]
{{Loss continues.}}