[ooc: backdated to sometime on the network. he doesn't know when it went out. feel free to have seen the whole film.]
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what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, - February 27th, 2012
do I really remember how to fly?
27 February 2012 @ 12:58 am
[ooc: backdated to sometime on the network. he doesn't know when it went out. feel free to have seen the whole film.]
27 February 2012 @ 08:52 am
I've actually never had sex before.
...Why did I just say that?
(OOC: Backdated to Feb. 26. Cursed with We Did That?)
...Why did I just say that?
(OOC: Backdated to Feb. 26. Cursed with We Did That?)
27 February 2012 @ 11:56 am
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[ooc: Cut for a large SFW-but-weird image. Some of you know it, some of you are meeting it for the first time. This is Katan Sr. Katan Jr. doesn't remember Katan Sr. (the cat, of course) because of all his going and coming from the City. But Katan Sr. remembers... Katan Sr. remembers very well. He's back.]
[ooc: Cut for a large SFW-but-weird image. Some of you know it, some of you are meeting it for the first time. This is Katan Sr. Katan Jr. doesn't remember Katan Sr. (the cat, of course) because of all his going and coming from the City. But Katan Sr. remembers... Katan Sr. remembers very well. He's back.]
27 February 2012 @ 02:18 pm
[Mithos, unfortunately, has been affected with the Average Joe curse this grab bag and now he has lost his angelic powers. Along with that, he has lost his immortal life for the weekend. Since he is a being that is four thousand years old, he has gone quite a long time with sleeping or eating any real sort of meal in this current body. Sleeping has already happened, at least for a few hours, but now his stomach is calling and that is taking absolute priority.]
[Without his powers it makes it a bit more difficult, but he has managed to make his way through the city and into Yuri and friend's home, into their kitchen specifically. His communication device has fallen out of his pocket in his haste as he begins to rummage through the entire kitchen, alternating between stuffing food into his pockets and then into his mouth. He doesn't even notice that the device is recording as he gorges himself with Yuri's food.]
[This process continues for some time before the recording device simply turns itself off.]
[Without his powers it makes it a bit more difficult, but he has managed to make his way through the city and into Yuri and friend's home, into their kitchen specifically. His communication device has fallen out of his pocket in his haste as he begins to rummage through the entire kitchen, alternating between stuffing food into his pockets and then into his mouth. He doesn't even notice that the device is recording as he gorges himself with Yuri's food.]
[This process continues for some time before the recording device simply turns itself off.]
27 February 2012 @ 05:15 pm
I'm only going to say this once-- but please. Get this thing off me.
[He holds up his hand to show a rune on the back of it.]
I don't care what I have to do. Memories, money, my sight- I can't keep this.
[He doesn't look desperate, expression carefully schooled so as not to be completely taken advantage of. It's all in his tone, his voice - his eyes.]
[He holds up his hand to show a rune on the back of it.]
I don't care what I have to do. Memories, money, my sight- I can't keep this.
[He doesn't look desperate, expression carefully schooled so as not to be completely taken advantage of. It's all in his tone, his voice - his eyes.]
27 February 2012 @ 08:06 pm
Pepper, I'm taking you back.
And anyone else with a dying need to escape dehydration, impossible temperatures, sun stroke, and carnivorous desert monsters, let me know. Otherwise, good luck. I think Rhodey's got the sandworms pissing in their nests somewhere anyhow.
Seriously, though.
I hate deserts.
Really, of all the landscapes to choose from, we get deserts.
And anyone else with a dying need to escape dehydration, impossible temperatures, sun stroke, and carnivorous desert monsters, let me know. Otherwise, good luck. I think Rhodey's got the sandworms pissing in their nests somewhere anyhow.
Seriously, though.
I hate deserts.
Really, of all the landscapes to choose from, we get deserts.
27 February 2012 @ 09:31 pm
If you're in the desert and you happen to see a giant sandworm, before you do anything else, remember that you are not Paul Atreides, and refrain from trying to ride it no matter how awesome it sounds in theory. That would be dumb.
27 February 2012 @ 09:52 pm
[ The image that pops onto the screen is shaking from the moment Howard switches it on, shuffling back clumsily on the masses of sand beneath his feet, and then it lifts up to focus on a giant sand worm in the distance, teeth on show as it starts to make its way towards him. It’s a terrifying creature, bigger than anything he’s ever seen before, and it looks as if it’s out for blood.
But he doesn’t consider the danger, not when there’s a thing of beauty to capture in the name of science. He’s using his professional showmanship voice, like he’s doing nothing more than showing off a piece of technology that’s passed all safety checks and needs an audience.. ]
Would you look at that, ladies and gentleman, it ain’t something you see every day. What I wouldn’t give to get it to a lab and have someone take a look at it.
[ It disappears for a moment, burrowing deep into the ground, sand sifting through the gap it had originally appeared from. There’s nothing on the landscape for a long minute, when suddenly it bursts free from the sand. It’s too close this time, opening its great maw as though it’s seconds away from launching itself down and swallowing him whole.
Which is when the burst of gunfire sounds through the air, the worm giving an inhuman sort of noise, flinging itself back and into the sand again. The reprieve is short lived, it’s simply moving away to resurface, launch an attack from another vantage point. ]
Get the fuck out of the way... [ Bucky scrambles across the top of a dune, slides down on his feet like he can’t find purchase but moves anyway. He’s beckoning Howard towards him then. ] Stark!
[ Howard looks stunned, as if this is the last thing he thought would possibly occur, but he shakes himself out of it in time to scramble across the heated grains of sand and towards Bucky. Everything is going too fast, and even his genius mind is struggling to keep up. Action’s never been his strong front. ] What the hell’d you do to that thing?
[ He’s feeling oddly sympathetic towards it, the inhuman noises it makes as it cries out in pain making his insides squirm unnaturally, but it doesn’t last long, not when the thing takes another lunge in their direction, mouth open so wide it makes itself vulnerable in order to expose its unnervingly dangerous teeth.
Shouting out over the racket, the sand falling away beneath their feet and taking them down with it, lower and lower, and he doesn’t know how much longer it’s going to hold them with the creature unsettling it. ] You’re a soldier. Can’t you do something?
[ Bucky’s tone is dry. ] Oh hell yeah, I’ll do something.
[ Fishing something out of his pocket, he uses his teeth to pull the pin on a grenade, taking aim and lobbing it over and in to the creature’s mouth. He then has enough time to grab Howard by the shirt collar, haul him up and over the dune and shove him down. The boom from beneath (the sand worm having buried itself back in) is enough to unsettle the hill, sand falling down on them both. Howard’s device ends up a few feet away from them. There’s silence, until the surface moves, Bucky’s arm wrapped around Howard’s back as he pulls him up. He’s coughing as he wipes the sand from his eyes. ]
Fuckin’ ugh. [ Shoving the other man a little bit. ] Next time, don’t stop to take pictures of the goddamn thing trying to eat you, okay?
[ Howard scoops up the device, stands and smirks at him, the camera getting a good shot of the both of them, as if for proof. ] Y’just saved my life.
But he doesn’t consider the danger, not when there’s a thing of beauty to capture in the name of science. He’s using his professional showmanship voice, like he’s doing nothing more than showing off a piece of technology that’s passed all safety checks and needs an audience.. ]
Would you look at that, ladies and gentleman, it ain’t something you see every day. What I wouldn’t give to get it to a lab and have someone take a look at it.
[ It disappears for a moment, burrowing deep into the ground, sand sifting through the gap it had originally appeared from. There’s nothing on the landscape for a long minute, when suddenly it bursts free from the sand. It’s too close this time, opening its great maw as though it’s seconds away from launching itself down and swallowing him whole.
Which is when the burst of gunfire sounds through the air, the worm giving an inhuman sort of noise, flinging itself back and into the sand again. The reprieve is short lived, it’s simply moving away to resurface, launch an attack from another vantage point. ]
Get the fuck out of the way... [ Bucky scrambles across the top of a dune, slides down on his feet like he can’t find purchase but moves anyway. He’s beckoning Howard towards him then. ] Stark!
[ Howard looks stunned, as if this is the last thing he thought would possibly occur, but he shakes himself out of it in time to scramble across the heated grains of sand and towards Bucky. Everything is going too fast, and even his genius mind is struggling to keep up. Action’s never been his strong front. ] What the hell’d you do to that thing?
[ He’s feeling oddly sympathetic towards it, the inhuman noises it makes as it cries out in pain making his insides squirm unnaturally, but it doesn’t last long, not when the thing takes another lunge in their direction, mouth open so wide it makes itself vulnerable in order to expose its unnervingly dangerous teeth.
Shouting out over the racket, the sand falling away beneath their feet and taking them down with it, lower and lower, and he doesn’t know how much longer it’s going to hold them with the creature unsettling it. ] You’re a soldier. Can’t you do something?
[ Bucky’s tone is dry. ] Oh hell yeah, I’ll do something.
[ Fishing something out of his pocket, he uses his teeth to pull the pin on a grenade, taking aim and lobbing it over and in to the creature’s mouth. He then has enough time to grab Howard by the shirt collar, haul him up and over the dune and shove him down. The boom from beneath (the sand worm having buried itself back in) is enough to unsettle the hill, sand falling down on them both. Howard’s device ends up a few feet away from them. There’s silence, until the surface moves, Bucky’s arm wrapped around Howard’s back as he pulls him up. He’s coughing as he wipes the sand from his eyes. ]
Fuckin’ ugh. [ Shoving the other man a little bit. ] Next time, don’t stop to take pictures of the goddamn thing trying to eat you, okay?
[ Howard scoops up the device, stands and smirks at him, the camera getting a good shot of the both of them, as if for proof. ] Y’just saved my life.
27 February 2012 @ 09:55 pm
[Ciel hated the glass city.
It was better than being trapped in the goddamn sand though. He frowns and looks away. Something seems to be troubling him... but it can't be said exactly what (aside from hideous city of glass and the desert. Both are infinitely frustrating.)
He's looking at a piece of paper but it can't be seen what's written and he hasn't tried to communicate with the other side. He wonders if Rin is alright.]
It was better than being trapped in the goddamn sand though. He frowns and looks away. Something seems to be troubling him... but it can't be said exactly what (aside from hideous city of glass and the desert. Both are infinitely frustrating.)
He's looking at a piece of paper but it can't be seen what's written and he hasn't tried to communicate with the other side. He wonders if Rin is alright.]
27 February 2012 @ 10:46 pm
[Voice:]
[There's a long silence, almost as if the one posting it is reluctant in doing so. However, he just needed to ask this one thing that had been bothering him for a while now or so he thinks.]
...How is it one cooks turkey?
[ooc; Cursed with Ask a Stupid Question. Fiore pwned him for messing up an analogy in the past about cooking turkey so here it is~ XDDDDD;;; Open to anything and everything!]
[There's a long silence, almost as if the one posting it is reluctant in doing so. However, he just needed to ask this one thing that had been bothering him for a while now or so he thinks.]
...How is it one cooks turkey?
[ooc; Cursed with Ask a Stupid Question. Fiore pwned him for messing up an analogy in the past about cooking turkey so here it is~ XDDDDD;;; Open to anything and everything!]
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