(video)

May. 21st, 2011 01:14 pm
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
[Looks like someone's back in Radiant Garden! Somewhere in the castle judging by the immediate surroundings, but something appears to have gone terribly wrong. Lights are dimmed, rubble adorns the hallway, and various messages are written on the walls with a frighteningly red substance. "ARE YOU NEXT? :D" being the most notable. Footprints of a similar red colour lead from right in front of the laptop (which is on the floor) to a corner covered in shadows. One can barely make out a humanoid shape in the darkness, moving and sounding as if it was ripping something to pieces.]

"The Clown com-NO, no no... the Clown is here... heeheehee. Honk, honk, HONK. Clown will kill, all will DIE! Honk. Must please the Clo-HAHA! Heh. Honk."

[This gibberish continues for a few seconds, and suddenly stops as the figure jerks upright. Slowly, it turns its head around, revealing two bright yellow orbs which shone in the darkness, two rows of knife-sharp teeth contorted in an inhuman grin, and an unnaturally long tongue dripping with blood. The video remains active.]

(Video)

Apr. 21st, 2011 10:41 am
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
[A wild Lesley appears, looking somewhat droggy and disheveled. He rubs his temples and takes a good long peer at the screen.]

"What... what was I going to do? Where have I been?"

[His voice suddenly becomes notably deeper.]

"Under my control dumbass. You're at Radiant Garden."

[Slight contortions adorn his face as some kind of internal struggle takes place, after which his voice sounds normal again. And slightly less droggy.]

"Shut up. Blargh, what the hell has happened while I was gone? And can I be of some assistance?"
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
isnt it weird how you never realise how awesome opposable thumbs are until theyre gone? and how goddamned hard it is to write with claws the size of small sickles? guess I should be glad this laptop travelled with me in the first place, even if its completely covered with drool right now. cant believe I used to think animorphism was a cool concept.

anyway, i hear theres a battle going on right now in radiant garden, and since my ships still at the castle, i wouldnt mind a ride before my hibernation kicks in.

look for a fat grizzly that looks like its eating a laptop.
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
*Well, someone's looking remarkably rejuvenated.*

"Goodevening Refugees! My body's practically back to normal and I can finally feel good about it too! Once we bring back Radiant Garden, I'm buying you all a beer! Or whatever beverage you prefer for you non-alcoholics out there."

*Que serious face.*

"Anyway, I've been thinking about breaking my self-imposed no-magic rule lately. Could someone explain to me what exactly the effects of Haste are? Does it just allow you to run faster or does one get greater agility and faster reflexes as well?"
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
You can scratch the thunder crystal off the list, found it on Vulcania. But we'll probably need a mechanic of sorts to actually get it. You see, I was on a time limit and because my emotions could no longer power my ship, I kind of decided to use the thing as a power source. It's jammed in pretty good.

And uhm, Song? I'm ready for that dream dive now.
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
It has been a long time. Too long as far as I'm concerned. Might as well give a little update about my current whereabouts.

I am, in fact, at Earth. My newfound Royal Knight status granted me full access to the Disney Castle hangar's facilities, where I confiscated a low class Gummiship that happened to be without a pilot at the moment. It is a two-seater, so lifts can be arranged in the future, but back to the point.

Why I did this? I realised I had been away from my family and friends for months on end without saying a word, so I decided to return for a while. It turned out to be rather pointless. I have next to nothing in common with my 'pre-dark realm' self, and the fact that my new uniform makes me look like a napoleonic cuirassier didn't help much either. All I could do was watch from a distance. It was fun to see where all my buddies were at now, enjoying the college life, one even became a goldsmith. All was fine and dandy until I decided to visit home.

To be brief, my parents are getting a divorce, my younger brother has drug-related and psychological problems, and my little sister is caught in the crossfire of it all (she seems to be handling things remarkably well though). The thing is, I can't do anything. My own family would't even recognise me if they saw me, yet I want to help. Badly.

The worst part is, all these negative emotions are feeding this... 'presence' inside of me. It's talking to me as I write this, making it hard to concentrate. It's beginning to affect my body as well. My blood turned black a while ago, and yesterday a small patch of skin on my arm just... fell off.

I need help.

(OoC: Yes, the fourth paragraph is the reason I've been away for so long. Not the 'not-being-able-to-help' part, that's just for plot.)

[Video]

Jul. 20th, 2010 02:40 am
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
[The webcam's nightvision is activated as the armoury itself is covered in pitch black darkness. Lesley, obviously, doesn't mind this, being more focused on the metal gauntlet he's currently cleaning. And the fact that he can see perfectly in the dark of course.]

Frak it! How many guards does this castle have!?

[With a swift motion he tosses it onto a steadily growing pile of gauntlets and boots.]

Well, I couldn't help but overhear people need invitations for this Star Market thingamajig. Any idea where I can get one of those?
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
"Open the door without a sound,
unleash that within, to your heart bound."

Where there were once many voices, there is now one. It spoke to me in my dream last night, hence the short quote above. Why do they always tend to speak in rhyme? Never mind. I do not know the exact meaning of it, but I'm genre savvy enough to know what it might imply.

Fuck.
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
[Two sets of yellow eyes are staring at the camera. One belongs to a human, the other to a Shadow which is desperately to break free from the former's hold on his antenna thingies.]

"I think Disney Castle might have a little rodent problem."

[At this point the Heartless rather comically tries to slash Lesley's face.]

"He's a feisty little bastard! Found him scurrying about in the kitchen, guess he didn't sense me coming."

[The creature stops, apparently exhausted.]

"Aaaanyway, does anyone of you lads want to keep it or should I just kill the thing? And oh yeah, Riku? I know we haven't properly introduced ourselves yet, but could I speak with you in private?"
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
Does someone happen to know a blind master swordsman? Or an otherwise visually incapacitated close-combat trainer? I'm growing restless and I need to learn how to fight during the day. I can't rely on the dark for my sight forever.

Haven't heard the voices in a while, I hope it stays that way.
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
I'm hearing voices.
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
Guess who's back from the dead?

Thaddeus, where the hell are you? I've got stories to tell! And man am I in for some noodles!

PS: I have no idea who's laptop this is, but you'll get it back, laptopless person!
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
[The audio feed is constantly interrupted by static and rather loud background noises.]

"Guess it.........late for a pick u........ain't it? Wouldn't blame y......the weather is terrib.......ahaha. Anyway, goodbye for now or forev.........o can tell? Adios amig.......see you on the other-"

[Error: Owner does not exist.]
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
[The video feed starts with a robed figure trying to improve the camera's brightness, as it is too dark to see anything properly with the default settings. Eventually dark clouds become visible in the background and the robed figure removes his hood to reveal a familiar face.]

"Salam, my friends! Lesley here! You need to see this!"

[He pans the camera for a better view on the racket behind him. Ominous black clouds are gathered above Agrabah and large portions of the desert, and dozens of yellow eyes can be seen in the shadows they leave on the ground. The view then returns to Lesley.]

"I know I should ask for extraction, but I want to help these people as long as I- ah godverdomme!"

[Due to the sudden dodge jump he had to make, the webcam came loose and fell off. As it tumbles along in the sand, blurry images of a Fat Bandit and Lesley drawing his saber can be seen. A short fight ensues between the two, before the Refugee dives through the fat Heartless's legs in order to avoid the latter's flamethrower, and hightails it to the city, laptop chucked under one arm, saber grasped in the other. Que Static Screen of Death.]
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
I saw a star disappear last night. Killed my first Luna Bandit as well, had to run when more showed up though.

What exactly are the symptoms of a world fading into darkness?
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
Greetings, my fellow Refugees. It's been a while.

I've had some problems with my parents and school after returning home. And though I know they mean well, my parents' (okay, my father's) decision to prohibit me from leaving the house hit a sensitive snare. So I've decided to run away for an indefinite period of time.

If someone happens to be in the neighbourhood, would he/she mind giving me a lift to Agrabah? I have some business there I need to attend to.
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
Okay, I know schools are supposed to harbour weird things, but giant freakin' death rays?

Here I was, searching the area for other Refugees while simultaneously keeping an eye on said school for the suspicious activities going on there (the place is rich with heavily armed guards for some reason), when the roof seemingly opened up and a huge satellite dish/barrel thing rose from it. The rest was history.

I'm going to investigate the situation, and hereby also send out a distress signal for safekeeping.
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
I do not like it when I cannot finish my dinner. I do NOT.

At least I'm still myself.

Anyway, was this one of those world shifts I heard about? Because I believe I'm now at the world of an old show I used to watch. I've not yet seen any of its characters though. By the way, is anyone else here or am I on my own?
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
Expandlulztime )
[identity profile] sharagran.livejournal.com
So apparantly I now have an AIM account, it would be much apreciated if someone could explain to me how the darned thing works. Frustrating lay-out is frustrating.

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