[Thanks to a certain conversation, Braig is wearing a bright yellow sad face sticker over his right eye for the month of December.

(In actuality, it's now been haphazardly sewn onto an eyepatch. It lost its 'stick' a few days ago, so he gave up and went the "pirate" route.)

He's also marching around through the snow outside, an arrowgun in each ( Read more... )

[Dictated. Loudly.]

Okay, dudes (or lady dudes). Help a guy out.

So before I got to this special place, something happened that I don't really remember and I'm down to one eye because of it ( Read more... )

[It may not be the wisest idea he's ever had, but Braig is currently darting around behind various pieces of furniture, corners here and there, and maybe a few people, packing both of his crossbow-like arrowguns and tracking... turkeys... in the lobby area ( Read more... )

[A loud thud resounds over the journal, followed by a few noises that sound as though someone might be kicking and punching various pieces of furniture and quite possibly the wall.

Soon, the owner of this particular journal starts shouting.]

Where the hell am I? What's going on? And where'd that Keyblade guy go??

This is freaking ridiculous ( Read more... )

[...Completely Unremarkable Printing]In thirteen minutes and thirteen seconds from right now and counting, one or more of the following thirteen things will occur ( Read more... )

( [Private] )

You know, for a bunch of flailing spaz-fiends, you kids are priceless. It warms my heart to know I can always turn to you guys for top notch comedy.

Keep on failing.

"--Then stand on a chair, or the table. Make it a little easier on yourself."

"Absolutely not. I am not about to do such a thing just because you happen to prefer to move about upside down. You are perfectly capable of remaining grounded on the floor for the duration of our attachment to each other."

"As if. If I have to be chained up to some ( Read more... )

Oh VI. You know what you would look best in?

A wedding dress.

So, the castle is pink, and my bed looks like it belongs in a ranch?

As if! Chill out, guys. Hope you enjoy this little slice of nightmare. Ha~

[Yeah, journal gets closed. And Xigbar is off to romp the forest and the town]