A-Ah... well...

...looks like the owls have struck again... though I guess its... not too bad...

...this isn't as bad as the other recent stuff, I suppose.

Ah, its going to be yet another fine day at school again! I've managed to get all my assignments done over the weekend for once so that I can have more time to practice my badminton swings. I've been slacking quite a lot in doing that recently - if I don't train, my skills are going to go rusty! And that's definitely something I can't let happen to ( Read more... )

[there's only the sound of footsteps echoing down a hallway as Yamazaki runs around the Shinsengumi compound, wooden dolls all over the place to signify the rest of the force. A pause, and a loud thump before the running resumes, and then Yamazaki appears from the corner and stops in the middle of the place, looking very disturbed.]Okita-taichou? ( Read more... )

[the screen shows Yamazaki's/Ogichi's room, where the Yamazaki half of the place is currently scattered with various random things and junk (mostly dried food) piled up into a mountain and scattered all over the floor. The fail!ninja himself is huddled on his bed with blankets around him, fox ears and tail twitching in what seems to be every few ( Read more... )

The Americans are on the move, sir. I'd expect that they would launch an attack quite sometime soon on the northern front. Requesting permission to remain here longer in order to continue my duty.

[OOC: Doing what he does best - spying. :|]

Christmas...? Well, it sure seems like forever since we celebrated that! Though I suppose it could've better if we could do without the igloos and polar bears... I'm pretty sure one of them were eying me for a snack while I was in the forest earlier... And its pretty cold too... at least I managed to get some winter clothes and a scarf ( Read more... )

...using claws to type on this thing is hard and dangerous. I look like some sort of two-legged wolf-dog thing... moves pretty good though, kind of like its adapted for ninja work.

Wh-what kind of curse is this anyway?

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Wha... what is with all these animals? And why do some of them sound so familiar...?

[aaaaaannnddd somewhere about the backalleys of Sieben, scurries along a certain spy boy, now enforcer of justice with the power that is his badminton racket. He's lean, he's mean, and he won't hesitate to smack you if you so much as think about insulting the perfect sport of badminton - because hey, badminton is in all truth the best sport in the ( Read more... )