[There's a slight pause before Luke speaks. This is something that's been bothering him for... well, quite a while. Ever since he turned back to normal from being a little kid.]

Um... About these effects and things... what do we know about them? Is there any way to tell when they'll happen, or keep them from happening at all?

[He's awkward, and ( Read more... )

[Those who happen out upon the courtyard today might notice a... not-that-unusual sight. You see there happens to be a ten year-old, all buttoned up in a small winter coat with a fur-lined hood, bright red hair sticking out beneath it, playing around in the snow. Or to be more precise, rolling around in it. And flailing ( Read more... )

[There's a lot of shuffling and flipping of journal pages before the owner of the journal speaks, though they don't say much.]

Guy?

[Meanwhile, those who walk through the lobby might notice a redheaded ten year-old wobbling like around the room like a toddler, inspecting the furniture and searching for his aforementioned guardian. It might be a ( Read more... )

( [Filtered to Tear] )

-the hell?!

[There's the quiet fwip-fwip-fwip sound, as though Luke's rapidly flipping through the pages of the journal, grumbling a little when he realizes it's not his own.]

Hey! Is there anybody here!? Dammit...

[Augh, what the hell was going on here?! He couldn't have... no, it was too soon. He'd only just found out! So now he was stuck... ( Read more... )

Hey. Hey hey hey. Hey. Hey. PAY ATTENTION. I have a really big announcement to make.

IS EVERYONE LISTENING?

[a pause]

Okay, good.

... What was I talking about?

-- Oh yeah! So, I have some big news.

MY GIRLFRIEND'S MELONS ARE BETTER THAN YOURS.

Let's look at the reasons why.

One. She's really, really fit. 'Cause she's a soldier. Or she was ( Read more... )

[The journal picks up the sound of coughing, then some confused shuffling and finally-fffffCRUNCH! Something heavy goes down in the snow.]

AUGH! Who left all this snow out here?!

[Because that's how Luke thinks.]

[ooc: Open/journal post. I'd prefer to keep the kissing to a minimum since he just died, thank you. ♥ This does not apply to Tear.]

( cut OOCly for length; recorded )

( [Private] )

So, I've been here for a year now. I'm not sure what to think. I came here still reeling from defeating my mentor, and realizing my own identity, and the slough of things that I both accomplished and failed at. It feels so long ago- and not just because I'm older now ( Read more... )