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[This icon? Being used IC? WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.]
[Oh it's Austria being followed by a horde of these lovely sea creatures that scare the living hell out of him:]
[And yes, some of them just want him to try some riceballs. C'MON AUSTRIA, BE MORE CULTURED.]
S-stop following me! I'll--I'll have you know that--[Are those tears of fear? He will never admit to it.]
[Oh it's Austria being followed by a horde of these lovely sea creatures that scare the living hell out of him:]
[And yes, some of them just want him to try some riceballs. C'MON AUSTRIA, BE MORE CULTURED.]
S-stop following me! I'll--I'll have you know that--[Are those tears of fear? He will never admit to it.]
♬ 002 { voice/action } => violet city
Nov. 15th, 2010 01:45 am[Long story short: Austria is slow, got lost, and is achy from that war. Even with his Ponyta kicking ass in speed and whatnot. So what could have taken him six days to do (average time - Ponyta skillz) took him fourteen. Hence why he hasn't been attentive to his Gear. At all. Or his map, for that matter. But he considers that, y'know, it'd be a good idea to alert whoever was near that he cared to see know that he was, well, in Violet City. Finally.]
This contraption...so unnecessary.
[He clears his throat, straightens up, and ducks behind Reiten the Ponyta to avoid being seen as he makes this transmission. Hey, it's embarrassing talking into this thing. NO ONE MUST SEE. But if anyone has spoken to him before, they might noticed he sounds more...tense than usual.]
I've arrived in Violet City. Reiten and I have made it without much difficulty, although...the food given was less than satisfactory.
[...And then he can no longer bear to bottle his frustration in any longer.]
And would someone kindly instruct me as how to block this horrid noise from ever being heard again?! This is an insult to art!
This contraption...so unnecessary.
[He clears his throat, straightens up, and ducks behind Reiten the Ponyta to avoid being seen as he makes this transmission. Hey, it's embarrassing talking into this thing. NO ONE MUST SEE. But if anyone has spoken to him before, they might noticed he sounds more...tense than usual.]
I've arrived in Violet City. Reiten and I have made it without much difficulty, although...the food given was less than satisfactory.
[...And then he can no longer bear to bottle his frustration in any longer.]
And would someone kindly instruct me as how to block this horrid noise from ever being heard again?! This is an insult to art!
♬ 001 { voice }
Nov. 1st, 2010 12:17 pmI've never seen anything like this…
[He grunts as begins pressing random buttons, almost furiously. This, of course, accomplishes absolutely nothing.]
Blasted thing…I demand to speak to whoever is in charge, here! I assure you, kidnapping is of a high offense, and I will not tolerate--
[He grunts again and takes a few calming breaths. A muffled THUMP signals his leaning against a building.]
Pon?
…and if they would like me to return their horse, I would be more than happy to in exchange for my release. I hope they realize it's permanently on fire, however, and I had no involvement in such. I don't care if I'm told it's mine, I would rather it not follow me.
[He grunts as begins pressing random buttons, almost furiously. This, of course, accomplishes absolutely nothing.]
Blasted thing…I demand to speak to whoever is in charge, here! I assure you, kidnapping is of a high offense, and I will not tolerate--
[He grunts again and takes a few calming breaths. A muffled THUMP signals his leaning against a building.]
Pon?
…and if they would like me to return their horse, I would be more than happy to in exchange for my release. I hope they realize it's permanently on fire, however, and I had no involvement in such. I don't care if I'm told it's mine, I would rather it not follow me.
REMOVE MEEEEEEEE
Oct. 26th, 2010 01:59 pmPRETTY PLEASE REMOVE THIS JOURNAL IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY ♥
He's being shipped off to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
route_29, so all you discedo and salkia_island peeps who still have him friended, please kick him out of your friendslist.
He's being shipped off to
route_29, so all you discedo and salkia_island peeps who still have him friended, please kick him out of your friendslist.003 { voice }
Jun. 16th, 2010 02:32 pmThis blasted thing...
I don't suppose there are any...jobs available, are there? [He sounds so disgusted with that idea, he won't bother hiding it.] I suspect a violin would cost more than what I currently have saved.
I don't suppose there are any...jobs available, are there? [He sounds so disgusted with that idea, he won't bother hiding it.] I suspect a violin would cost more than what I currently have saved.
♪ 002 { au || tuesday }
Jun. 8th, 2010 01:13 pmTuesday :: midday
masterofthehouse [Dr. Roderich Edelstein] has signed on.
Status: Antonio, please learn to control your classroom. That noise level is absolutely unnecessary!
masterofthehouse [Dr. Roderich Edelstein] has signed on.
Status: Antonio, please learn to control your classroom. That noise level is absolutely unnecessary!
♪ Character Relations ♪
May. 15th, 2010 02:17 pm♬ 001 { accidental video }
May. 8th, 2010 04:34 pm[He's woken up in Salkia Park, just as injured and bruised as he was after the war, granted his wounds have been dressed with the exceptions for the scrapes and splotches on his face. Amidst all the layers he's wearing, he's yet to notice that he's sitting on a strange, not-18th-century object that has turned on and is taping the grass, hello grass, nice to meet you.]
--on Earth am I?
[He shifts around, moving to get up but lord he is much too tired to do it right the first two times, groaning when he tries.] This is ridiculous! That pompous idiot couldn't have done that much damage! [Frustrated, he at least pushes himself up, switching to sitting on his knees--ow, bad idea, the thighs, they aches--and leaning forward against a bench. Now the video can see this, his bent back and heavy breathing.]
Ngh...that wheelchair wouldn't be too terrible of an idea right about now. [Now he looks back, just to take in his surroundings, when he notices the LP. He reaches for it, grimacing as he does, and lifts it from the ground, staring at it all puzzled-like.]
Such an odd object...one of England's, perhaps. [His eyes flick to the corner, and his brows furrow together tighter.] A key? I've never seen one like it... [He makes to put it gently on the bench, but moves too fast, ouch war wounds, and drops it on the wood instead, ending the transmission.]
--on Earth am I?
[He shifts around, moving to get up but lord he is much too tired to do it right the first two times, groaning when he tries.] This is ridiculous! That pompous idiot couldn't have done that much damage! [Frustrated, he at least pushes himself up, switching to sitting on his knees--ow, bad idea, the thighs, they aches--and leaning forward against a bench. Now the video can see this, his bent back and heavy breathing.]
Ngh...that wheelchair wouldn't be too terrible of an idea right about now. [Now he looks back, just to take in his surroundings, when he notices the LP. He reaches for it, grimacing as he does, and lifts it from the ground, staring at it all puzzled-like.]
Such an odd object...one of England's, perhaps. [His eyes flick to the corner, and his brows furrow together tighter.] A key? I've never seen one like it... [He makes to put it gently on the bench, but moves too fast, ouch war wounds, and drops it on the wood instead, ending the transmission.]
{ 001 } voice: German
Jan. 2nd, 2010 01:06 am[he's been fiddling with this thing for quite some time, and has managed to flick on the voice transmission]
--is this? Surely some kind of box, I would think...
[fiddle fiddle, there might be static when his hands go over the speakers and only half-hit switches, until he sighs and sets the technology on the ground rather gently, mind you]
...I suppose this is a dream of some sort. [he kinda groans] Awful place, really.
[not to mention he's still aching from the war]
--is this? Surely some kind of box, I would think...
[fiddle fiddle, there might be static when his hands go over the speakers and only half-hit switches, until he sighs and sets the technology on the ground rather gently, mind you]
...I suppose this is a dream of some sort. [he kinda groans] Awful place, really.
[not to mention he's still aching from the war]
