( JUST WHO THE HELL )

Dad! Hey, Dad!

...

OLD MAN!

I finally did it!

[ Kamina, same old Kamina in a different set of clothing that amounts to a battered vest, a sturdy pair of leggings, and a bandana around his neck that is cool, shut up, with his hair full of leaves and scratches all over his body, is bounding into town at a dead sprint, yelling into his journal as ( Read more... )

"Sometimes, the day begins with nothing to look forward to.

And things go from bad to worse." [ Sounds like...Kamina? Yeah, it must be him. The open journal isn't too good for showing where he is, but anyone in the library might be able to hear him (quietly, because this is a library) sounding out words while bent over an open children's book. ] ( Read more... )

What...

What wwas the--ngh. [ A groan, a pant for air. Silence for a time. ]

What was the name of the Ganmen that...ran me over? I...I'll kick

it's ass...

[ A very tired, very disorientated, and very strained voice matches the man stumbling into town, dressed in white slacks and nothing else. The tattoos on his arms and back are ( Read more... )

[ Where was Kamina on Valentine's?

Out cannon shopping, naturally! If by shopping you mean combing the forest for a big enough tree trunk that he can hollow out and use as a cannon! And hopefully not catch on fire, because that would definitely set his plans to escape way, way back. He's been working too hard to be slowed by something as ( Read more... )

[ Rustle rustle rustle. ]

Maybe I should...no, no. Nah. That's dumb.

[ Rustle rustle rustle. ]

There's always--no, I don't have enough bears. There's nothing else that's as big, either. Damn.

[ Rustle rustle rustle thonk. ] Aaaarrrrgghh, this sucks! It sucks! I can never get anything done around here!

[ There's more than just a little ( Read more... )

[ Have a YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN, Luceti, as a certain loud-mouthed manly man hauls himself out of bed - and yes, he does sleep with the journal. You never know when there might be an emergency! He even lugs it along with him as he goes through the morning routine, treating the village at large to various sounds ( Read more... )

[ a few days of listening - of watching - is the absolute limit of what Kamina will stand. people are scared, people are getting hurt, and he's not going to just stand by and let that happen, no matter how many times people tell him "That's just how it is here."

so there he is, marching out of community building seven, dressed in a skintight ( Read more... )

All right, Simon! We've only got one day left, but we're in luck! [ the BIG MAN himself is in their shared apartment, sitting backwards in a chair - you know...because of the wings - and stuffing his face with popcorn while talking.

THE RESULT: the occasional spray of popcorn bits.

but that's just part of the experience. ] This is a story my old ( Read more... )

THERE WERE NAKED GIRLS?

WHEN??

WHERE????

AHHHHHHHHRRGGHHH HOW COULD I MISS THAT--?!?!

[someone missed out on the whole teleportation event, woe]