Oct. 9th, 2011

[identity profile] slippedamickey.livejournal.com
[Hey, it's sock blobby Oswald! And there is a pile of broken dishes next to him.

Feel free to come up with what seems to be the logical conclusion, though Oswald himself seems annoyed.]


Ok, whoever keeps doing this stuff, stop it. I'm getting sick of being blamed for it! This is the third time this week! I'm sick of having the old lady in this house giving me dirty looks!

[POINT. Right at the screen!]

GOT IT? You better, cause I'm gonna keep my eyes on you people! No one makes a patsy outta me! I'm gonna--

[The sound of a door opening.]

Oh cripes--!

[Click.]
[identity profile] musicite.livejournal.com
[He comes to himself still on the ground. The white uniform will need to be cleaned, he notes in passing. The small creatures nudging him bear no resemblence to youma; this place bears no resemblence to the Dark Kingdom. Where is he?

Where is Master Endymion? He struggles to a sitting position, despite the protests of moogles who think he's not ready to move yet. He has to. He raises his hands, as if playing a piano- and indeed, music starts to fill the air, perfect and clear, captured by the communicator as well. It is searching, seeking, desperate.

But after only a moment, he stops. His hands slump and then fall beside him. His eyes find the ground and his shoulders sag in defeat.]


My music cannot reach the master from here.

002 [Voice]

Oct. 9th, 2011 02:33 pm
[identity profile] mountain-sage.livejournal.com
[He's starting to get the hang of this communicator thing, and now he's ready to use it again.]

Hmm...I would like to learn more about this darkness, and these Heartless creatures. Is there darkness in this world as well? Does it affect people, and how?
[identity profile] kick-a-pow.livejournal.com
[Sokka is looking downright harassed.]

Look, my name isn't Kupo, okay? It's Sokka. Sawwww-kah, ess-ohe-kei-kei-ey! I don't know who you're looking for, but it's not me. Just-- just, shoo!

[And he makes an effort to escape the helpful little guy, wandering the streets of Traverse Town, rubbing at his back where he'd landed, and generally making rude gestures at the Universe.] I swear, when I find out who brought me here, there's going to be questions, followed by some answers, followed by dinner, or I'm going to-- Hey! Is that food?

[Captain Distraction. Anyway, it's not food, but it does lead Sokka to search through his pockets, and out comes that funny little box with the weird ears. He has no idea about portable communication devices of any sort, so....] What are you? Are you food? [He hits it a couple times, hoping to break it open for the tasty treats that have to be hidden inside. Of course, this activates it and everyone gets a shot of Sokka's nostril as he sniffs at it.]

Awww, c'mon, I'm starving! This isn't fair -- I haven't eaten since lunch! [Someone, please stop him, or this is going to go on all night!]

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