08 October 2008 @ 01:03 am
[Henrietta is in the woods again, this time in the deepest, darkest most private area she can find. She's wrestling with her P90, trying to grip it properly, but the muzzle keeps dipping towards the forest floor. She fumbles and nearly drops it, wincing--her hands are raw and sore-looking. Apparently she's been at this a while. She hesitates.]

...I should look for them again...


[[Experiment start!]]
 
 
08 October 2008 @ 09:03 am
 
[ Angela really should learn not to wander off when she's defenseless, especially at night (if the nightgown she's wearing is any indication). She's brought a goblin from her world who'd taken up residence in Firo's world back with her to the Plane, and is currently attempting to fend it off with a broom. ]

G-get away! Shoo! Ugh, I'd fry you if I could, trust me!
 
 
08 October 2008 @ 03:55 pm
 
[Upon appearing on the plane, her hands jump, as though she's just dropped something.]

Shenme? Cap'n? 'Nara? [The lack of any immediate responses elicits a frown.]

This...this ain't Serenity. But if it's...where am I? This ain't like one of them hallucinations Simon's gone on about before, is it? Maybe it is. Maybe it's just...did I drink somethin' bad?

[Her fingers flex idly at her side as she turns slowly to examine her surroundings.]

River'd know, but she's back on Serenity, they all are. What if they're hurt? What if somethin' happened, and that man...he-he...I gotta figure a way to help 'em, if that's the case. I gotta...get out of here.

[Her hands rest on her hips as a look of worry crosses her face. From what she's seen, this almost looks like Persephone, but that wouldn't make any sense at all.]

...soon as I figure out where here is.
 
 
Deadpool
08 October 2008 @ 04:55 pm
[Hey! It's Deadpool! Looks like he's been quite busy; he's got a good deal of blood on him. Don't worry, it's not his. How can you tell? It's all green. He's in pretty good shape otherwise. Commence the inner dialogue!]

[Well, aside from that one minor setback, I'd say a job well done.]

[Must be an early Christmas miracle.]

Well, that would explain the red and green.

[Gross. I'm surprised we actually killed him.]

[Yeah, I thought we didn't really kill all that much anymore?]

[Y'know, for morals an' junk.]

I'm usually willing to make an exception for people who screw me over more than the average bad guy. This guy had it comin'. Plus it was for the good of mankind. Can't have that guy tryin' to clone any other Regeneratin' Degenerates.

[...Don't believe your own publicity.]
 
 
Current Mood: productive
 
 
08 October 2008 @ 05:09 pm
[Hey, it's about time Sokka found his way back on the plane after his stumbling in with Katara a few weeks back. The change of scenery doesn't throw him off as much this time since he's focused on something else.

[He's wearing a fire nation uniform and swinging around a rather unusual sword. The metal is a strange black and has a somewhat otherworldly quality to it. He moves with an above average amount of skill. He's by no means a master, but he's been training with one. After practicing the same movements for a while, the repetition starts to get to him and he begins to improvise on them a bit. His ability to add to the movements without breaking their fluidity is slightly more impressive than the movements themselves. He's thinking well on his feet.

[His improvisation goes too far all of a sudden and he loses his grip sending the black sword flying.]


My space sword!

[The sword hits the "ground" with quite a calamity a fair distance away. Sokka cringes and then hesitates for a minute.]

...I guess I have to go get it now.

[Much to his chagrin, he hoofs it over to where the sword landed.]

Boomerang: 1, Space Sword: 0
 
 
Current Mood: busy
 
 
08 October 2008 @ 07:27 pm
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[Bai Tza is trying to read a map, judging by the amount she's scowling at it the venture is not proving all that informative] Honestly, I swear that such things are just designed to be incomprehensible.

[Rolls the map closed and taps it on her leg with a rather large scowl] What need do I have of maps anyway? My sense of direction was always the best...

[Glares at the map] Such silly things really shouldn't dictate where I choose to go.

[Disappears for a moment and returns without a map and with a much happier face] But where first? The great lakes or should I try and head for Italy again?

Decisions, decisions.
 
 
Current Mood: determined
 
 
08 October 2008 @ 09:45 pm
[A girl with a young appearance, long black hair and crimson eyes has wandered onto the plane. She is wearing the kimono seen in her icon. It's dark blue and the flower pattern is alive, moving on the fabric and constantly falling downward in an endless drift. She doesn't seem confused or lost by her arrival.

Looking around with an expressionless face, the girl begins to untie the sash around her waist and remove the pretty kimono very slowly.]