[Puck had basically been missing since the pirate invasion ( Read more... )

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[If your communicator was off, it's on now. Puck's in no mood to be ignored! He had sent out a handful of piskies -quite quick little creatures, hard to see as they flit about; not to mention none-too-bright and easy to control- to turn on every last communicator around the school.

The camera pans to Puck's classroom, empty aside for the forest ( Read more... )

Hello, staff and students~.

[For those unfamiliar with Puck, that tone of voice may have induced an unnerving spine-shiver. Or heck, for anyone not in his favor, it should be setting off the alarm bells.]

While classes may have been canceled, I find myself restless, and I'm sure some of the souls out there are feeling the same~. So, I humbly ( Read more... )

[The feed flickers to life, featuring a non-too-bothered looking Puck. He's hidden his bitter displeasure over Zexion's dissappearance quite well.

Puck currently floats not too far above the Quad -in plain sight- as he speaks into the device, the lovely aftermath of an overcast sunset in the background.]Goliath, I owe you for dragging my lifeless ( Read more... )

[The communicator clicked to life, revealing the familiar elven features and his impossible but amazing classroom in the background.]

Miss me?

[Short, sweet, to the point. Not only was Puck back, but so was his spirit and spunk. Feel free to reply to his video, or drop on into his classroom if you'd rather see him in person.]

[Crap ( Read more... )

[The video feed clicks on, Puck's "office" looking as magically 'celtic ruins' as ever.]

Hey lads and lasses. So, I hear the Mist is gone. That's just spectacular. But you know what? As far as I know, which is a quite a good deal, the Mist has nothing to do with Celtic Mythology ( Read more... )

[The video feed pans to show a less than content Puck. Something is indeed bothering him.]Hey students ( Read more... )

[Of course, Puck couldn't wait very long to start his trickeries. He was outside above the quad, floating high up in the air, hidden among the falling snow and low clouds.]Boredom does not become that of dear Puck ( Read more... )