mischiefbreeder: (We'll start the show with this one!)
[The plaza is empty today, quiet, as the snow continues to bear down on the village on day four of the November snowstorm. Not a soul can be seen. Near the entrance of the plaza, at the four-way intersection, there are two large piles of snow, one on the left and one on the right. It seems so... normal.

Of course, this is Luceti. There's no such thing as "normal". The moment someone comes near the plaza, a snowball comes flying out from one of the two snow piles. Afterwards, the ones responsible reveal themselves, stepping up from behind the snow piles.
]

Ready, Red? Let's get 'em!

Heh! You don't even need to ask. I've been waiting for this all day, Gold.

[You have just entered into a snowball war with Gold and [livejournal.com profile] couragefighter. What do?]

((ooc: Joint post with [livejournal.com profile] couragefighter! That's all I do these days, I guess. Order will follow as You > Gold > Red. Threadjacking is also totally allowed, and even encouraged!))
mischiefbreeder: (Think about it like this.)
[July 21st. That was Gold's birthday. At least, back home it was. In Luceti... It didn't really matter. It was a fact only a few of his friends in Luceti knew, and he doubted any of them would try and throw him a party or anything of the sort. Just didn't seem their style.

...He didn't want to be reminded he was 15 in Luceti now, anyway.

With a click, the journal turns on.
]

...So, anybody know anything about remodelin' houses? Mine's gettin' pretty cramped now and I'm runnin' out of couches to throw everyone on. I'd rather not have to kick half these guys out, 'cause I kinda like havin' them around, y'know? Just add a second floor, or maybe even a basement'll do!

Geez... This house ain't meant to hold this many people...

[A pause, and then...]

...So, hey! Here's a question. What kinda things you guys like to do in the summer for fun? Me, I'm pretty big on hittin' my skateboard and goin' for a ride! I could also totally go for a trip to the beach, though. Summer's half-over and I haven't even gone once yet!

[Filtered to Anri | 60% unhackable]

Hey, I gotta ask you somethin'.
mischiefbreeder: (While you were gone she was crying.)
[It was one week ago Gold had been yanked from Luceti, taken off to be personally experimented on like so many before him. It was so typical, really. Big things happen around Gold, and he has to play clean-up. He tries to play clean-up, and the Malnosso get in the way. And once they're all done with him, they ditch him somewhere random in Luceti. Friggin' Malnosso.

Gold sat on the ground in his spot in the forest when he regained consciousness, right where they dumped him. Eventually, though, he grabs his journal, attempting to send a message.

What follows is not a message, but just... failed attempts at sounds.
]

... ... ...! ...

[This goes on for about 30 seconds, before there's the sound of a fist colliding with the bark of a tree. Probably the most discernible noise on the entire broadcast.

Okay, talking isn't going to work. Let's try a different approach. Writing. Gold hated writing. It was so much more work than straight up talking. But there's nothing he can do about it right now.
]

[Written]

Need help. Come quick.

- Gold

[Yeah... That'll work. Keep it short and simple. He can explain later, once someone comes.]

((ooc: Just wanted to get this up before I left. Tags will come tonight after work!))
mischiefbreeder: (Think about it like this.)
[The journal clicks on, and Gold appears on the other end. He appears to be rather dirty, and he has a shovel slung over his shoulder. His goggles are pulled down over his eyes, presumably related to the aforementioned dirt and shovel.]

Hey, anybody know where I can find some cement? Preferably not dried. You know, the powdery stuff you have to mix and pour!

[Outside all day, along the river between houses 15 and 16, there is Gold, digging a large hole in the ground. A large green frog and small purple monkey seem to be curously watching him, while the even larger fire badger thing has decided to instead sleep in and soak up the sunlight, ignoring what its trainer is doing instead. Gold appears to be carelessly tossing the dirt behind him so that it inevitably collects on the path. Try not to trip over the pile or get hit by flying dirt, especially if you decide to stop and gawk at what he's doing.]

15 [Voice]

Mar. 9th, 2011 01:36 pm
mischiefbreeder: (Huh...)
[It's been a week since his group and so many others had returned from the Southern Farmlands... Since they returned from the heat of war. Some people died out there, both friend and foe, and many more were injured. Of course, Gold knows that all too well. Masaomi broke his ankle out there, and Gold's been accommodating him in his house ever since they got back.]

So, everyone's holdin' up alright after last week, right? Man, between that and that damn experiment, February was way too busy for my tastes.

But... You know, part of me really kinda misses that place we were stayin' in for the battles now. A sweet room with anything we could possibly ask for, and a giant robot to fight in? Hey, if goin' back there means gettin' all that back, then sign me up already! Sure beats this dump, at any rate.

[And now for some conversations directed at certain people. Fuck yo' filters, he doesn't need them.]

...Speakin' of, they... didn't let you keep Gurren Lagann, huh, Simon? ...Oh, and, uhh... Oi, Mikado, Frey. I got a proposition for you two, if you're willin' to listen.

14 [Action]

Feb. 7th, 2011 02:25 pm
mischiefbreeder: (*snicker*)
[So it's been snowing in Luceti pretty heavily the past couple days, right? Right. Most people seem to prefer to stay inside and avoid the snow. That shit's cold, man.

...But not everyone. Gold is one such case. If you pass through the plaza today, you will discover some... interesting snowmen built by him, such as this charming fellow on one of the benches, or this behemoth, laying in front of the Seventh Heaven, as if to bar access to the restaurant in typical Snorlax fashion. (It's really not, if you look closely.) There's even a figure that may look familiar to some off to the side of the weapons shop, complete with snow pipe. It's clear that he's spent a lot of time on these. Having a couple assistants in the form of his Pokémon helps too, though.

...Perhaps most, erm... interesting, however, is this this little number, situated right in front of the fountain. Try not to trip over its... extra appendage.

And where is the perpetrator, you ask? He's working on another project in front of the schoolhouse. Of course, this one is far from finished, currently resembling little more than a massive mound of snow.

He is also not dressed for this weather, with the only addition to his usual attire being a pair of gloves. Snow is cold, you know. How will you react to this situation?
]
mischiefbreeder: (That's just screwed up.)

[It's been several days since the experiment started. Gold was beginning to think he was in the clear. After all, he hadn't changed at all, even for a second.

...Someday, he'll learn it's never quite that simple. He woke up today and sleepily trotted off to the bathroom, ready to start his day. He sleepily blinked and stared at the mirror for a moment, before realizing he definitely was not himself. Worse yet, he knows who he is. At that moment, his journal clicks on, as if to spite him. His voice sounds womanly, like someone in their late 20s, and definitely NOT like someone who would be speaking this way.
]

Aw, come on! You gotta be kiddin' me! What kinda sick joke is this?

[Later that day, a 'woman' can be seen heading towards the plaza, presumably towards the Seventh Heaven for lunch. Like hell 'she' was about to let this experiment ruin 'her' day. Feel free to intercept 'her'.

Even if 'she' is actually Gold. Seriously, how's a guy supposed to enjoy being a woman when that woman is his mom?
]

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