Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Shit.

[That's right, it's time for another episode of Bak filling the DR with colourful language. Where have his adventures taken him this time, you ask?;

Why the library of course!

...Someone might want to stop him from throwing books around like that. He's pretty much taking them, glancing at the title, and ( Read more... )

[Hide the children! ...or at least cover their ears. It sounds like there's a drunken sailor around, or well, a pissed Bak. It may or may not have something to do with the tools he's swinging around (watch out for that hacksaw!).

What's he doing with them you ask? Well, he's taking his frustrations out on his bedroom door. From the looks of it, he' ( Read more... )

[Well, Bak seems to be looking up for once ...or not. He looks downright peeved. How could anyone look so angry with ponies all around them? Yes, ponies! The sunny courtyard he's in is filled with them. Pudgy, cute little things in much more natural colours than some.

Well maybe it has something to do with the one outright chasing him, almost ( Read more... )

[Call the press, scalp tickets. Going on is quite the show! Half a sitting room taken up by Bak and his clutter. A worn grand piano and enough empty bottles to rival most versions of Cross, his jacket draped over most in an effort to hide them.

Not that hiding them matters by this point. His shirt buttons are all in the wrong holes, and his ( Read more... )

[Well, the area these two wannabe scientists are in can't quite be called a lab, especially set up on the floor like it is. But at least they tried? And besides, what they're playing with seems much more interesting than a proper lab space.]

"Hey! Quit messing with them, you'll snap one!"

"No, look, they don't break! You can bend them like this, see ( Read more... )

[Well, someone's in a hurry. Either that or a fan of flitting around dramatically, something most Baks are luckily good at. It looks like this one's no exception. Though what's suprising is how well this one manages it barefoot, unkempt, and ready to weild a sword. Wounded and limping even.

It's not so suprising that it takes him a while to calm ( Read more... )

[Dressed down in a pair of baggy shorts and a shirt, Bak's trying to work off the Dressing Room boredom in one of the summer courtyards. It's been getting to him for a while now. For a good chunk of the afternoon He's been practicing with his de-activated innocence, he jumps, spins and rolls. Before finally, he accidently flips into a bed of wild ( Read more... )

[Well, that's alot of ruckus. Bak's taken over this particular sitting room. And he's not alone. Some strange creatures have decided to join him.

...Now that you mention it, they look pretty familiar. Just like some Dressing room residents. A little science department crowded around the T.V, the Noah family peeking out from under the couch. Look ( Read more... )

[If anyone makes a habit of watching the newcomers that come and go, this particular Bak is no doubt eye-catching. He's probably not the first of his kind to sport a fancy Exorcist's coat. But surely, he's the first to wear it and walk with a sword of all things slung over his shoulder, looking more than a little flustered, but not frightened. That ( Read more... )