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last updated January 01, 2016

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you know. YOU KNOW.

[centerofthering]

[likearhino]

[While everyone began packing up to head home or to their respective after school clubs, Beat somehow found himself stuck on school grounds later than he would have pleased. His plans of hitting the Crossing as soon as class was let out was replaced by a special task from his homeroom teacher. Special task was just a nice way of saying punishment for dozing off in class.

He was assigned to give a tour to a transfer student who had arrived earlier that day. It was not exactly his idea of a good time. The thought of ditching lingered in the back of his mind as he gathered his belongings into his backpack. The only downside to that plan was the possibility of an even worse punishment waiting for him the following day.

A sigh escaped his lips as he exited his classroom, proceeding a few rooms down the hall to fetch the transfer student for the tour. It probably reflected badly that he couldn't remember their name but that kind of thing was easily fixed. He stuck his head into the classroom, calling out to the nearest guy to the door.]

Yo, I'm here to pick up the new kid.

Kyou

[breakthebonds]

[cursebound]

[Even if it had been something they decided together, living in a new place with just the two of them was something Kyou still had to get used to. It wasn't just getting used to the layout of the new apartment they were staying in or finding thing in new locations. It also included getting used it just being the two of them.

No Yuki who made him feel bad just being around, no Shigure to make snide jokes about them that he didn't appreciate. It was just him and Tohru.

The boy couldn't help but smile at that thought as he watched Tohru stretching for one of the cooking utensils she needed on a shelf that was just beyond her reach.]

Need some help with that?

garrus

[ex_witchiest447]

[flanging]

[Garrus let out a breath, readjusting his grip on the sniper's trigger. The turian had been perched on the rooftop of the building for a good part of an hour now, quietly waiting for his target to make the wrong move.

His crosshairs lined up to a building just over a hundred meters from his position to a woman with a similar weapon in hand. It may have been a game for the two of them, but Garrus never took this sort of thing lightly. If anyone doubted that, he could always call Shepard to back up that story.

He had made a name for himself as the best shot in the galaxy after all. There was no way he was going to let a misstep from a game tarnish his name.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulls up the comm to get in contact with her.]

Getting tired yet? Because I could do this all day.

jensen

[myfairlady]

[angleofthedangle]

[He wasn't sure if letting Aeris choose the movie would be a good idea now that he thought about it. The only rule he had for her was no romcoms. Good movies in that genre were few and far apart, and he usually found himself dozing off before long. No way he wanted either of that happening for their date tonight.

His apartment was cleaned to military standards, the television and the sound system were hooked up and the popcorn stood at the ready. All that was missing was for her to arrive.

But Jensen ticks his checks list again in his head, just to make sure. That was enough to keep him busy until the doorbell rang.

He answers the door with a smile on his face but the first words that come out of his mouth are:] Got the movie?

[Smooth.]

PAPA...

[fornothing]

[Looking after your charge, Joel? Try as you might, but it's hard to always keep tabs on this foul-mouthed little girl. She's currently a little ways ahead of their last checkpoint, investigating the area while they take their break. With a battered, rotted broom in her hands she's swatting at something beyond a large, flooded gap in the floor. Look carefully, and a comic book (in relatively good condition, surprisingly) is perched unsteadily on the ledge.]

Fuck, I need this issue...

[She needs it. And she's making quite a bit of noise to get it. A little help might be necessary.]

BBY GIRL ;;

[crosscountry]

[Joel did try to keep an eye on her but she had given him the slip when he paused for a couple of moments to salvage what little rations he could find. It's only when he tucks everything into his backpack that he realizes that Ellie had gone missing.]

Where'd that girl run off to?

[He was at least thankful that things seemed pretty quiet. If she'd been ambushed, whether it be a band of hunters or otherwise, he was sure he would've heard a long, loud train of cursing from her by now.

It doesn't take long to find her, and when he does, he can't help but let out an audible sigh. He may not see what she was reaching for just yet, but whatever it was, her actions just made her look ridiculous.]

Just what are you doin' this time?

TAG ME BACK FIRST I DEMAND PRIORITY

[notyunyun]

["Drrrrr.......... Drrrrrrr......." drones the celphone against his ear. As Yuki waits for the line to pick up, he stares fixedly at a point on the ceiling. The students passing by fold down their hands mid-wave and give him a wide berth and strange looks, but the ones who are in his year look at each other knowledgeably - few people could get the Prince this riled.]

OOPS MY BAD B)

[callmeshou]

[If there was a reason Yuki was calling him, Kakeru didn't know what it was. He had wandered off to one of the sports clubs after class, trying wheedle himself into a game. His search had proven fruitful when the basketball team called him over needing a fifth in opposing team for a practice game.

Lucky for Yuki, Kakeru had just finished up with them when his phone rang.

He picked up the call and answered it in his best secretarial voice:]

You've reached the offices of Kakeru Manabe. Unfortunately he is out at the moment. May I take a message from the caller?

Jensennnn

[tinkerer]

[Snagged three but you can do with them what you will.]

[angleofthedangle]

[Reading maps was one thing Jensen was pretty good at. It had been part of his training after all when he first joined the army. His drill sergeant made sure that it was a skill that was ingrained into the mind of ever private in his company. So finding themselves lost on a hike wasn't something that he wanted to admit out loud.

He looked closely at the map in his hands, tracing his finger along what was supposed to be the trail they were taking.]

I'm pretty sure this is the right way. We just went a little bit off course.

Yosuke

[girlsdeadmonster]

[galacticpunted]

[It didn't take that long to get new strings for his guitar so it was surprising for Yosuke to hear that Iwasawa wanted to tag along. Not that he didn't welcome the company, of course, but in the few minutes it took to pick out the ones he needed and to pay for his purchase, he had to wonder her reason for joining him in the first place.

That question was answered as soon as he found her admiring an electric guitar that hung up in the wall.]

Thinking about buying a new one?

I don't have to say, do I?

[unimmune]

[Even if she had taken to the female Shepard without too much trouble, it still wasn't easy. She missed her Shepard. She missed hearing his voice, she missed him taking charge, but more than that, she missed him loving her.

It was made harder by just how similar Jane Shepard was to her John Shepard. Things she did, little things she said...they reminded her of him. And it hurt, more than she wanted to admit.

On one of the days where it was extra hard on her, she ended up at one of the near by bars. It was nice not having to worry about getting specific drinks here that she could digest, so she ordered the house drink and settled into her seat, waiting for it to come so she could get her mind off things.]

sure almost tagged you with grumpy papa bear

[flanging]

[While there were many bars throughout the city of Somni, Garrus had found this one to be his favorite. It had the same quiet atmosphere the Normandy's remodeled port observatory that he'd grown to appreciate, and just the right amount of clients to keep the business running without there being any real noise.

The war had definitely taught the turian to take in what little down time they had. Although Somarium did not have same type of urgency saving the galaxy had, it still felt good to be able to sit down for a drink without worrying about the guy next to you. He's had enough of that during his stay in Omega.

Having arrived only a few minutes earlier, Garrus had seen Tali walk in as the bell over the door announced her arrival. Even if he had the luxury to occupy one of the booths by the wall, he decided to approach the other alien, drink in hand. Who was he to pass up an opportunity to drink with a friend after all.]

This seat taken?

[twinkle_toes]

WHERE'S MY SKATEBOARDING 8| you know who this is for

travis, even if i haven't played it yet

[tremolos]

[ I have no idea why they're in the same room together, something happened and now they're working together. We'll figure it out as we go. ]

Kyaaaah, Ibuki reporting for duty! She will now make her glamous introduction. It's 'I' from Ibuki, 'bu' from Ibuki, and 'ki' from Ibuki, nice to meet you!

TRIES AGAIN

[jizzes]

You call that an introduction? I think you meant shit, not glamorous. Even a game with crap graphics could do better than that.

[Way to disappoint him, Ibuki. He was expecting so much more.]

LOL IDK HERE YOU GO

[heisted]

[YOU DON'T SEE HER AT FIRST. Actually. You really just see a chicken. It might be making its way around Garrus, to where Kasumi had so conveniently put food a little while beforehand. It doesn't seem like it's paying any mind to the turian for now; it's really just consumed on the matter at hand: food. Who knows where they are, but there's a chicken. And there's Garrus. And Kasumi nearby, but he can't see her yet.]

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING

[flanging]

[Garrus was busy looking over some adjustments he had made earlier that day, checking for fluctuations and the like so he doesn't actually notice the chicken immediately. At least not until it make a loud clucking noise and pecks around his feet.]

What the-- [When he sees the strange creature on the ground... all he can do is scratch at the side of his face because what the hell are you?]

Can't say I've seen something like this before... Guess there's a first for everything. [He's so very confused right now.] How did you get in here in anyway?

daddy i don't know what i'm doing help

[curedyceps]

[It's a quiet night -- which for them, usually means trouble isn't too far behind, but she's tired and really can't be assed to care. There's no sign of Infected (yet), no looters or hunters after them (yet)... even the rock-hard ground was starting to feel comfortable now, and though her backpack doesn't exactly make the best pillow, she decides to use it for lack of anything else.

In an out-of-the-way woody clearing you could almost call a campsite, Ellie lies face-up, innocently watching the stars; and next to her was the closest thing to a permanent companion she'd ever had.

She looks over and notices how Joel's eyes are already closed. But she doubts he's asleep just yet.]

Some night.

[She comments idly, as if she'd forgotten what a peaceful one was like. It might even come off as sarcastic, because that's just how she is, but... she can't help but think how she could get used to this.

Just her, and him, and the stars.]

[crosscountry]

[It wasn't the best place to spend the night but Joel knew that they would have to make do with what they have. The last town they passed was miles behind them, and they hadn't come across any place they could use as a makeshift shelter. If there was one thing he was glad about, it was that the weather had been kind enough to keep the skies clear that night.

He wasn't asleep, not yet, too busy keeping an ear out for any danger that could approach them at any moment. But all he heard for a good, long while was the sound of crackling wood from the slowly dying campfire nearby.

At least until Ellie decided to open her mouth.

He shifts his position, crossing an arm behind his head, his eyes still remaining closed.]

It's definitely goin' to be some night if you keep talking like that.

[He doesn't sound too irritated as he says it, but he did wish that she would use what little down time they had to rest up.]

LET'S START IT UP

[grooves]

[gimme beat, yo! your turn this time ♥]

german piano man

[katonking]

[There was some kind of stupid rule that any rookies cops were given the brunt of the work. They got the worst shifts, the worst legwork and the most paperwork. Ema had been through that, but after her coworkers realized that despite her bad mood only grew steadily worse as the "hazing" went on, that her proficiency at the job got scarily better. And by that, they really meant 'Lana Skye' scary better if that was even a thing. She seemed like a machine that ran on coffee and little sleep. She powered through her paperwork in an efficient (if not loud and grumpy) manner, and crime scenes and beat work well...some of the veteran detectives said it oozed Lana's coolness. Looking at Ema's face, no one would have been able to guess that it was her first time on a gruesome crime scene (and really, when you thought about it, it really wasn't). And while what they saw was what they got, they didn't realize that some cases affected her more than she'd ever let on.

Needless to say she had been shuffled out of the initiation faze rather quickly which she was secretly pleased about but not enough to draw her from her foul mood because it still came down to the fact that she was a detective and not a forensic analyst. Klavier probably didn't make it any better because for whatever reason, the prosecutor's office had a say as to who went in and out of that position and he always shot down her request no matter what she tried to do. Most people would have given up, said that it wasn't worth and quietly climb the ranks of the police department until it was time to retire, but Ema didn't want that. She wanted to be in the lab and the last thing she'd allow was for some glitterish, German fop to get in her way of that.


Despite that, he was still her boss which meant she still had to report to him which sucked. It really, really sucked. The day had bled into night already and after returning from another crime scene to finish up some paper work and bag evidence, Ema had to make the trip to the prosecutor's office to drop off her reports to Klavier. The offices were closed and mostly dark, save for several where the occupants were burning the midnight oil but Klavier's wasn't one of the illuminated ones. She had seen him briefly at the scene amidst the blur of red and blue police lights, but that was it. She was far too preoccupied with other things, like collecting evidence and roping off the scene from prying eyes all while trying to keep her Lana-like mentality in check. It was a little hard when the victims were a sister and her younger sister. She doubted anyone had noticed when she wasn't that talkative (because even though she hated this job, she had gotten into a comfortable place and even if she bitched and complained about her coworkers, there were a handful that she had grown undeniably fond of) or her usual grumpy Snackoo throwing self. If they did, she would have chalked it up to being tired and not having enough coffee that day and no one was close enough or willing to overstep boundaries with who was essentially one of the few female detectives on the force. Ema didn't like talking about her weaknesses or her feelings, or the fact that from time to time flashbacks of her teenage years would come back every so often at scenes like this.

All she wanted to do was finish her preliminary paperwork and go home at least until her next shift started and she was going to do just that. She tried the door handle of the fop's office door and found it open, which she was surprised about but didn't question it. She slipped soundlessly inside, making her way to the prosecutor's desk and was about to drop the hefty pile on his already cluttered desk but stopping at the sight of the city lights blinking outside and the sudden thought of the crime scene. Her breath hitched slightly but she swallowed, forcing herself to keep an eye on the lights. Silently, she allowed herself some time to level out her emotions before heading home. After all, she didn't expect him to return any time soon.]

[airguitarhero]

[If there was one thing Klavier did not enjoy about his job, it was the paperwork that came along with it. It was dull and boring compared to the times he stood in court in pursuit of the truth, neither was it as exciting as getting up on stage before a crowd. But taxing as it might've been, he knew full well that it came with the territory.

There had been a few new papers related to an upcoming case, and even more from one that he had just wrapped up. As much as he wanted to get things down and over with, he felt the need to take a break to grab some coffee. There was no way he wasn't going to finish everything tonight without some caffeine in his system.

He had excused himself from his work, stopping by the coffee shop down the street to do just that. While it wasn't too long of a trip, he had returned to his office to find a surprise visitor looking out the window.]

If I had known you were stopping by I would have ordered another cup, Fräulein Detective.

For Klavier - Post-AJ

[inthedetails]

[Kristoph was no longer afforded the relative freedom he had once enjoyed, but security was lax enough that he hardly ever had to do without his personal possessions.

Tonight, he was amusing himself (and it was always himself- he never did anything for anyone else's benefit) by playing his violin. He tightened the strings, running his nimble fingers down them, and then brought the bow to them.

He was never as musically talented as some, but he was a fair violinist (and he knew how to play a piano, possibly in more than one sense of the word). Though he was playing, he still heard Klavier approach, still heard the chain rattling at his hip, and smiled to himself, his back to the bars.

A single long note, from the violin, stretched into the air.]

Come to visit, have you, dear brother?

aaaah sorry this took so long. I just finished canon reviewing. also h-hi, forgive me for the suck

[airguitarhero]

[Klavier didn't speak up, not immediately, waiting for his brother to finish, or at least take a break from his playing.

Honestly, he wasn't all too sure what he was doing here. The last time he had seen Kristoph was during the trial of Vera Misham some time ago. The trial that had thrown Klavier off-kilter for a while, enough to hold off having to see his brother for as long as he can. And yet it had also provided him with quite a bit of clarity as well. It was something someone would have called a blessing in disguise.

And now he finds himself here, in front of the man who somehow made it happen. Because of his own brother that Klavier decided to take his job as prosecutor more seriously, and he was at a loss to whether he should thank him or not.

Regardless, they were family, and somehow he still felt obligated to drop by.]

It's been a while, Kristoph.

prosecutor party up in here let's boogie

[prosecutory]

[airguitarhero]

[So there is a dog peeking into your office, Edgeworth, and she just so happens to be a piece of evidence needed for an upcoming trial. Looks like she's wandered away from the person handling her (spoiler: it's Klavier) and wandered off here instead.

What do?]

Kyou

[seethebrightside]

[Their first house is definitely a fixer upper. Most would say it was far from perfect, needing new paint, patches in the roof, a lot of dusting and cleaning, and some touch up's with the plumbing. It wasn't falling apart but it was hardly move in ready. Tohru had considered it charming.

It just has a lot of personality, that's all! Just think about how many stories it could tell! (Get it? Because a building is measured in stories...)

Then again, as long as they were working on it together they could have been building from the ground up and she'd have been thrilled. Their first house together! It was what they were able to afford, and really for the size it was a good deal. Neither was a stranger to hard work, besides.

One of the last remaining tasks was to paint. They'd picked a sunny day for it so that they could enjoy the weather while the paint dried afterwards. Tohru had plans to make lunch and was already thinking that it would be the perfect day to enjoy a picnic on the porch- hopefully just the first of many.

She straightened up and brushed the back of her arm over her forehead, careful not to drip paint outside of the covering on the floor. ]

Okay, the paint's all mixed!

[cursebound]

[Kyou knows that they're in for a long day ahead but he had to admit that things were really looking up. He'd beem wary about the house the first time they'd seen it but Tohru somehow turned the whole thing around, seeing it in another, much brighter light. It may not look brand new but it was pretty damn close. A fresh coat of paint was only going to make it look better.

Cutting up piece of tape to secure the newspaper down on the floor, he turns to Tohru.]

I'm almost done here so it looks like we can get started. Think you can get the brushes? I left them on the porch. [And he's pointing at the general direction of the porch right now.] Should be just by the door.

ALL THE FEELS.

[selfmotivations]

[why were they in a maze? who knows, but they're in it now.]

I told you we should have gone left.

[because this way doesn't seem to be going anywhere.]

[volpe]

[She sighs but continues going forward, keeping a hand to the wall on their right.]

Going left would have probably led us to a dead end. [She doesn't know that for sure but she sounds confident enough.] At least this way keeps going.

The useless one

[smokesinspace]

[thinking of a prompt is too annoying so going to let the nerd do it. will be drinking his tea and working in the meantime.

BETTER BE A GOOD ONE, JENSEN.]

[angleofthedangle]

[Whatever their current project was, Jensen's taking a break from that. He lounges on a chair with a cold bottle of beer in his hand. Where did he get the beer? From Cid's fridge of course. Sorry Cid, Jensen's been stocking things up there from time to time.

But it's much too quiet with any sort of conversation happening, so Jensen decides to remedy that.]

So, behind that foul-mouthed pilot exterior of yours, is there a soft, gooey center that only a few know about, or is this a case of what you see is what you get?

basically i spam you and you pick whatever works

[unmakes]

going with somewhere between 3.04-3.05 o/

[unsparkled]

[Aidan was lucky that the hospital had allowed him back on the clock so quickly, but the hours he was given left much to be desired. Not that he was going to complain about it aloud though. He was more than grateful that they had been so understanding and accommodating and voicing out his annoyance would only tell them otherwise.

While it had only been day four of his return to a somewhat-normal-"human"-life, Aidan was exhausted, still adjusting to the sudden shift of his body clock. It took him longer than he would've liked to admit to get the front door of the house open, and there was no way he was willing to ring the doorbell when everyone else was likely to still be in bed or just getting out of it. It had just past 6am after all.

Upon getting into the house he stumbled towards the sofa, deciding that doorway down to the basement was too far for his taste right now. Maybe if he closed his eyes for a little while, he'd be able to get back on his feet and make his way downstairs. Or maybe if he sat there long enough, he would be able to see his housemates out of the hospital for the first time since Sally held a stake to his chest.

He mused on this for a little while, eyes remaining closed, not quite asleep, but not quite awake either.]

FRANK

[katipo]

[make something up and I will totally roll with it.]

Jensen

[ambush_hunter]

Being home was a relief. They were probably doing a terrible job of staying under the radar by doing shit like visiting Jake's sister and wandering around with Jolene, but it had been a shit house six months and Cougar didn't care.

He had a beer, the remains of the pizza and the roof to himself.

this is so late, I'm so sorry

[angleofthedangle]

Dinner hadn't been enough for Jensen and he couldn't help but feel a bit peckish. He thought that he'd just rifle through the refrigerator and eat whatever he could find, which meant finding the remaining slices of pizza. Problem was that someone seemed to have the same idea he did. And so began The Great Pizza Search of the Year.

Lucky for him though, finding said pizza wasn't too hard to do. He took a seat on the roof, just by the pizza, immediately reaching for the slice closest to him.

"You know, I wouldn't have thought you'd be the one stealing the pizza from the fridge. guess I was right to be worried about you being the sneaky one."

spiiiiike

[onmyhonor]

spikes or fists

[fantasizes]