Entries tagged with azula

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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

Oh, God. Jonothon had certainly gone and stepped into it up to his knees this time, hadn't he? Between the time he'd spent playing music in the common room last week and then his conversation with Rinoa outside of that club the day after, it seemed as though he was stuck somewhere in event planning limbo for an early November concert that he hadn't even spoken to his birthday-present-vocalist about, yet.

And so he did what any sane individual would do when faced with something big and slightly horrifying and a serious lack of, say, fellow band members with which to pull it off.

He panicked and stuck a sign in the window.

Play An Instrument?
Bring it in.
Play it.
Leave with a CD of your choice for free.

He'd bribe people into sneaky, unofficial auditions, naturally.

[Open and, as always, free of that pesky OCD thing!]

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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

Jonothon had done it again. He'd gotten up and out of bed, and he'd made his way into town (with his guitar, yes), and to the Groovy Tunes, where, with the exception of about an hour during the day that he was going to take off for class instead of the lunch break that he never needed, he would be around.

All day. Probably well past close, just because he could.

There was a Now Hiring sign up in the door, and Jono was behind the counter, idly picking at his guitar. And if he happened to give a special sort of reverence to Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, then what of it?

The Groovy Tunes is open.

[And, as always, the OCD has been run through the paper shredder.]

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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

It was a low-effort, low-brain sort of day at the Groovy Tunes, for Jono. Sure, there were things to be done. A shipment of new music had come in over the course of the past week, and it was easy enough to mindlessly tick through it all, shelving the CDs as he contemplated what sort of music to expect from each and every one of them.

But beyond that, which barely seemed like work in the first place? Not a heck of a lot.

If possibly helped that for every new album he came across, he was pulling out a disc of each for his own personal collection. He'd run out of space in his room for all of this music, yet. Or else he'd have enough to be able to build a small fortress. Which was also good.

[Open and OCD-free. Groovy Tunes shuns the OCD. Shunnnnns it.]

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The Beach / Monday / August 16, Early Morning

Azula strode to her favorite corner of the beach, her steps measured and deliberate. It was still cold out but Azula took no notice the same way she took no notice of the yawning and complaining person behind her.

It was better for the both of them that she did or else she would be tempted to throw Momoko into the water.

Azula stopped, considered the strip of sand and looked at Momoko. "We're here."

(For one!

heromaniac modded with permission! Continued from here.)

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Theodoric of York / Thursday, August 12 / Afternoon

The events during the weekend left Azula in good spirits. She's never felt better but even so, Azula booked a day in the spa for a day of pampering.

Azula always made it a point to have a day of unwinding in a spa after every campaign. Everyone deserved to unwind no matter how long a campaign was. She smiled as she entered Theodoric of York, it wasn't her spa at home but it served it's purpose.

"I shall start with a massage," she informed the staff.

(For two! But Theodoric open for those who need it!)

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Turtle and Canary -- Friday

Hope was feeling listless and she wasn't quite sure why. The island provided more than enough chaos for her to feed on, so that wasn't it. But beyond that, she wasn't sure. Maybe the fact that she didn't have a whole lot of friends on the island? Could be. But whatever it was, it was driving her crazy.

Which would probably be why the store was sparkling clean. When all else fails, clean.

Hope's last act was to mop the floors; that done, she plopped behind the counter with a Squishy.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Accomplished, Confusion, Orange.

[OCD has gotten lost in my closet.]

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Pixie Dust, Wednesday

With the humidity as high as it was today, Shelley was glad for all the awesome cosmetic and hair tips she had picked up from makeup artists and stylists over the years. The right conditioning agent and just enough powder applied in just the right way, assured that her complexion and bouncy hair stayed as perfect as ever.

She had a feeling that today might be a good sales day for booty shorts and swim wear, so she moved a couple of racks closer to the door. Of course, sunglasses would be the perfect add-on sale, so she made sure to pick out a few of the best to model throughout the day. This had nothing to do with a possible hangover. Nothing at all.

Pixie Dust was opened for business!

[OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

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Karla's surprise birthday party, the beach, Wednesday afternoon

The weather was great--- and no other random horses showed up on the way there for Dinah, at least. There was a grill for burgers and brats and some skewers of meat, a big cooler full of drinks, and a couple bags of chips. Plus a cake. Big cake.

Time to get ready for Karla's (mostly!) Sweet Sixteen Surprise Party.

[OCD up!]

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Chilly Boulder, Sunday evening

Dinah was at the ice cream place. With as many kids as had tagged along wanting ice cream.

Yeah, that'll be sure and get them ready to go to bed this millennium.

[Buying ice cream for wee tiny friends or wanderers. Might be a little slow.]

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The Park, Sunday Afternoon

Zack seemed to have somehow convinced a baby chocobo that he was its mommy.

That really hadn't been his intention. All he wanted to do was show off an awesome summon to a pretty girl, but then the awesome summon was a little less awesome than was expected, and also, it was stuck in a bush.

So, Zack's project for the day was to try to find more of the chocobo's own kind so that he could set it free among its kin.

... On an island with no other chocobo, this was a challenge. But a chicobo was about the same size as a duck, and, well, there just so happened to be a duck pond on the island...

"Go on! See, they won't be mean or anything! And there are even big pink ones, too, that are kinda like chochobos! G'wonnnnnn!"

The chicobo was having none of it, settling itself down between Zack's knees and looking at the pond indignantly.

"Wark."

[Open park is open!]

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The Causeway, Friday Evening

Karla was starting to have a Bad Feeling about this. Not a Black Widow bad feeling, just a kind of dawning, 'Oh, Darkness, what have I done?' kind of feeling. Would her friends be able to understand the way Kaeleer worked? Would the people in Kaeleer understand her friends? She'd already had Uncle Saetan empty the Hall as much as possible--the last thing she needed was Chaosti and Aaron riding the killing edge because they'd, well, met Arthur. Saetan was old enough to keep a reign on his temper (Darkness willing) and Lucivar.

Hell's fire, this was a bad idea.

But too late for that now. Everyone was pretty much assembled. "Uh, hi," Karla said, giving everyone a kind of feeble wave. "The portal should be here in just a few minutes. But, since we're all here, I figured now might be a good time to give some information about my home and answer any questions. I hope you all got my ~~handwavy~~ message about packing enough for about a week, a bathing suit, and a few more formal items because Uncle Saetan asks that everyone dress for dinner. If not, don't worry, tomorrow we'll be heading out to Amdarh, the capitol city of Dhemlan and there have been some accounts opened at stores for everyone."

She flashed her best unsure-but-game grin and said, "Any questions?"

[Mostly for those going to Kaeleer, but open for anyone who wants to see them off. Some slight OCD ~~on its way!~~ up!]

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Winter Carnival, The Park, All Day [Post #2]

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | First Post]

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The Beach / January 26/ Tuesday, afternoon

She and Dinah may have temporarily ended their training this didn't mean she would stop hers. But this time her training was less about her fighting skills but more of her control over her own lightning. Azula closed her eyes and returned to the basics.

Lightning required a peaceful mind. It required neither anger or rage.

She used to be a master of lightning and now she no longer had the calm that required the complete mastery over the element. It was something she must rectify.

Azula sat on one of the boulders, it was windy here and that was what she needed. Azula placed a candle in front of her and with a flick of her finger, lit the candle wick. It burned blue but it guttered in the wind, Azula placed all her will into the flame, willing it to stay still.

The goal was to keep the flame alive against the wind. It was not easy, the winds were against her. She narrowed her eyes and she kept her place. She will not lose to nature.

(For one but Beach is open!)

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Streets of Fandom by the School Gate, Saturday Morning

It was as good a time as any to check on the horses. Arthur had just made his rounds in that regard, patting his own on the neck and checking them over for any signs of discomfort or trouble when he'd heard the noise.

It was Fandom. Unexpected noise was rarely a good thing. Especially while it was still dark out.

With a frown on his face, he'd ventured on out with his sword drawn, down to the gates.

Now he was there. And he was well aware of where the noise was coming from. Had, in fact, already texted as many as he could with a warning (and a mention of his position to Merlin) before the creatures had taken his phone.

Slicing through gremlin guts to get his Blackberry back was not how Arthur had expected the morning would go. Especially not at this hour.

[[ ooopen. ...and let's just say it's still darkish out here, shall we? i totally know my gremlin canon. yes. ]]

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Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday, 1/20

Classes this semester were making Dinah think a lot. Is there proof of God? What is really definite mens rea? What was a (im)moral use of mental powers? Would love survive beyond death? That, and the roses were still being smug. So in response to the latest note, she wrote : I am against all agendas of flowers this week. I think they have it in for me. Still looking out for those spider-mums. But it's the roses I think we should be afraid of. Their prophesied time is coming. And we won't sleep when it gets here.

Covent Garden Flowers

Vida Boheme, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is open.

[and ocd-free.]

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The beach, Thursday morning, early

Dinah was waiting for Azula near the rocks, and practicing her funnels. They weren't very impressive, but they did come up out of the water now, instead of collapsing every time. It was getting chillier, and she was half-hoping they could train inside at the gym today.

( A spar, a splash, a spectacular smash )
[Pre-played with the lovely

azuldragon and

youcantfollow. NFI, but okay for broadcast and OOC.

And of course the beach is open after, as beaches are.]

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The Beach / January 5 / Tuesday, afternoon

Azula crossed her arms, its been a while since she was here and she found that she had grown… fond of this place, if only because she wasn't confined to four walls.

There was a basin filled to the brim with sand, Azula pushed the basin on to one of the boulders then placed a hand above the sand with little effort Azula heated up the sand. She nodded to herself, perfect.

(For the blond canary! But beach open!)

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The Beach / November 19 / Thursday, afternoon

Somehow Azula ended up with the fake and slightly disturbing child thing. And it would not. Shut. Up.
It continued to cry and moan and kick Azula had men demoted and flogged for less unfortunately Professor Skywalker was quite clear about the consequences of destroying the stupid, noisy, ugly thing. She can't even just leave it in her room, spirit's curse it!

"I have fed you," she hissed at the thing. "Why are you still crying?!"

She was more than half tempted to toss the thing into the waters and let the waves carry out to spirits know where.

(For Dinah! But beach open before and after!)

Current Mood: contemplative

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The Beach / Friday Afternoon

It's been a while since she's seen the beach, she chose the area she frequently used for practice and settled there. After the prerequisite stretching Azula placed her hands behind her back, almost at parade rest and watched the ocean.

It wasn't bothering her as it used to Azula considered this a victory. Perhaps she should test herself later on.

(For Dinah! Open beach is open!)

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Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Night

After getting back from Sweden, Tyler had slept until just before Fight Club. The results had him feeling a bit like a vampire who never saw daylight. But a very well-rested vampire.

"Welcome back," he said, pacing as usual. "It's been a while, but we haven't forgotten you and I hope you haven't forgotten us. If you need a refresher, rules are on the gym door."

"And if you need a refresher after one week, you are most likely still hungover, and have no place on the mats," Ghanima replied. "Which is why we'll hit you anyway, so that you learn."

"Now then. You and you. Young lady, you're with her. And Azula, with me, please."

"Ghanima, I'm picking on your brother again," Tyler said. "Leto, with her. Steve, with him. And those two. Go hit each other."

"I can't say I disapprove," Ghanima laughed. "I think it's a sister's duty to help torment her brother."

"Now, everyone go hit the mats. Get out your dismay that classes are back again tomorrow, and yes, we expect you to be there. We don't care that it's Homecoming week."

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~please~~ up, go fight!]