( Ragna )

[The journal clatters to the floor and catches a heavy gasp and a pained groan. There are a few footsteps before they stop, the steps sounding uneven and showing signs that the one making them is not in good shape and may be hobbling. A moment of silence, before there's a low, but pained growl.]

Th-This... what is this- [he's cut off by a few coughs ( Read more... )

Yukianesa!

[If you are passing by the eleventh floor, you may notice that it is unnaturally freaking COLD around room 1110. This? Is because the moment Jin had Yukianesa back in his hands, his room was frozen over in his anger. And he hasn't bothered to have let it shatter yet. (Way to waste an Astral, Jin.) There may even be a small bit of ice ( Read more... )

( Private )

[So, you want to know what goes on in this room?

Serious. Fucking. Business.

Or at least serious enough business. After all, it's where the Student Council will be meeting from here on. There's the large, awesome looking table in the middle of the room for each of the acclaimed council members to sit. There's even a little nametag in the place where ( Read more... )

[Yeah, you will mess with him, huh Tao. He assumes even she isn't stupid enough to back up her threats, but there are precautions to be made.]

( School Faculty )

[So after all of the shenanigans on the plane, Jin is not a happy man. He is far, far from happy. As result, he finds himself going to the Ortus Tower, absolutely hellbent on seeing his dear brother Ragna. Of course, he doesn't notice his journal conveniently dropped off and open at the location of where he was headed, catching all sounds that ( Read more... )

[ Day 3 on the plane; supplies are manageable but running low, beer is completely gone - thanks, Cross and Dante - and one Yukiko Amagi is hurrying down the aisle towards the front of the plane, trying not to look too panicked.

Bing! ] U-um, attention, passengers! After a brief survey of the plane, we have discovered some slight damage to certain ( Read more... )

[ It's been almost a day aboard Paradisa Airlines, and the passage of time is evident; pillows and blankets are shifted into all sorts of configurations, the paint is chipped where people began bodily throwing themselves (and other things!) against the walls, and supplies of tiny packets of pretzels and beer are running low ( Read more... )

[ You awaken as the plane begins its ascent, the first feeling that you experience being that lovely floaty lift that comes with no longer being on the ground. You're tightly strapped in to your seat, sunlight streaming through as an airport becomes smaller and smaller outside of the windows, then a city, higher and higher ( Read more... )