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Session XLVII
Jun. 1st, 2008 04:28 pm...I dunno why I have to do this.
I, Mon Millennia, being of sound mind and soul(Obviously lacking a body), do hereby claim the rights to my name, my mind, my likeness (Except in the case of cosplaying, see: Tsubasa), my personality, my soul, my memories, and my body, once I regain it.
I also claim the right to the Grey Cloak of Ninja, and legally pass it on to Faitayuu Onnifuji, in the hopes he will find it helpful.
I also claim the rights to my physical possessions, including my innumerable number of books, my clothing, and my Fantasy Hero deck, you guys go make your own, m'kay?
Furthermore, I hereby claim anything and everything I main gain in the future, including things that have no tangible form in the physical realm.
Singed, dated, and verified on the first of June in the year two-thousand and eight Anno Domini.
I, Mon Millennia, being of sound mind and soul(Obviously lacking a body), do hereby claim the rights to my name, my mind, my likeness (Except in the case of cosplaying, see: Tsubasa), my personality, my soul, my memories, and my body, once I regain it.
I also claim the right to the Grey Cloak of Ninja, and legally pass it on to Faitayuu Onnifuji, in the hopes he will find it helpful.
I also claim the rights to my physical possessions, including my innumerable number of books, my clothing, and my Fantasy Hero deck, you guys go make your own, m'kay?
Furthermore, I hereby claim anything and everything I main gain in the future, including things that have no tangible form in the physical realm.
Singed, dated, and verified on the first of June in the year two-thousand and eight Anno Domini.
*General interaction post with the ghost with the most...roast. He's flying low to the ground, rather leisurely, with a calm look on his face.
Bother, plz.*
Bother, plz.*
Session XLII - Private
May. 19th, 2008 04:00 pm...I have a feeling, from what I heard, wandering last night, that my chances of being with Natalie are shot straight to hell.
...Well, this will allow me to channel more raw emotion into what Souha wanted me to do.
[Filtered to Haseo]
Good job, Haseo-san.
I wish you both many years of happiness.
You're one lucky sonuva bitch.
[Filtered to Sora]
...What does one do when their goal is unreachable?
I still want to come back, it's just...
I don't remember feeling this numb, before.
...Well, this will allow me to channel more raw emotion into what Souha wanted me to do.
[Filtered to Haseo]
Good job, Haseo-san.
I wish you both many years of happiness.
You're one lucky sonuva bitch.
[Filtered to Sora]
...What does one do when their goal is unreachable?
I still want to come back, it's just...
I don't remember feeling this numb, before.
Session XXXIX - Private to Souha
May. 14th, 2008 08:08 amIn case you haven't noticed, Souha...
He's back.
He's back.
Session XXXVII - ...Hm.
May. 13th, 2008 01:23 pmIs it just me, or has the island been... hm... quiet isn't the word I'm looking for...
Oh, yes, secretive. Is it just me, or is the island being too secretive?
Oh, yes, secretive. Is it just me, or is the island being too secretive?
Session XII - Filtered from Natalie
Apr. 8th, 2008 08:11 am...Maybe she's right... maybe I shouldn'tve come back... but....
...
...
...I.. I love her, and she rejected me.
..Good thing I'm dead, or I'd have nothing else to live for.
...
...
...I.. I love her, and she rejected me.
..Good thing I'm dead, or I'd have nothing else to live for.
Event Post - Cutscene XIII - Game Over?
Apr. 6th, 2008 09:30 pm*Now for something different. Anyone, most likely excluding Natalie, feel free to run into Mon, who's once again wandering about the island. However, this time is different. He's wandering almost as if in a stupor, he has a deadened look in his eyes, and is floating close to the ground almost limp-like. He seems much more dead now, and it's obvious something is horribly wrong.*
*If you care, or if you don't, go talk to him.*
*If you care, or if you don't, go talk to him.*
*Onni is waiting in the shadows of the Ra Yellow Dorm, although, if you'd look at him, you couldn't tell it was him. His normally upright umbrella hair is limp and falls around his eyes and face. In his hand is an ornately carved walking stick that bears only a minimal resemblance to a sword. And Onni is also clad in a shimmering gray cloak, which almost seems to almost camoflauge Onni withthe surroundings... he's searching the grouns heavily, eyes accostomed to the darkness, looking for the one person who he has to help now, before it's too late.*
*Mutters to himself.* Hoshi-chan.
*Mutters to himself.* Hoshi-chan.
Cutscene VII - Half-Fic, Half-Post.
Mar. 24th, 2008 12:31 am(Will be unable to comment, this is an actual event the occurs between Onni and, to a degree, Ghost!Mon.)
Faitayuu Onnifuji got out of bed for the third time that night. He couldn't sleep... he checked his PDA once more... the post that stood out so vividly in his mind.
'Underground Duels', she had said...
"Hoshi-chan... what are you doing?" Onni muttered to himself.. I said I didn't care if she destroyed herself.... that's a downright lie. I'm her friend, I've got a deep friendship with Hoshi and... oh, Onni, c'mon, face it. You're in love. And Ikutsuki-san. What's he did to Hoshi with the drug is... despicable. But I can't focus on that right now. I need to find a way to disguise myself and find out where Hoshi is doing these underground duels at... but how?
Listen up, kid. I'll help.
Onni stopped pacing his room, looking around... Oh, great. The voice again. Ever since Onni had been electrocuted by Yukio, he had been hearing the voice mutter and sometimes say sentences under.. his breath? It sounded like a guy...this, however, was the first attempt it had made to contact him directly.
Alright, kid, I wanna help you out here. Get your uniform on and follow my directions.
Onni, reluctantly threw on his Ra Yellow Uniform, walking out into the corridor... What does this voice know...? I know I'm going crazy but... well, if it can help me. So be it.
Hm... go left.... right..... right... left again... straight now... left a couple times.... there! That door. Open it up.
Onni looked at the door suspiciously... Wait. I remember this door. This is the room where I found those 'Fantasy Hero' cards. I thought I had already explored this room?
Onni opened the door and looked around... he could see nothing of importance at first.. until something underneath the bed caught his eye. He walked over and pulled out... a cloak made of almost shimmering silver.
As a favorite book of mine once said... use it well.
This is it? Onni wondered to himself, as he put the cloak on. This is just a standard cloa...wait. What is this? I feel like... not some other person, but like I could be.. anyone, and fit in. What... what a strange cloak... but it works, I guess!
"Um... thanks, mysterious voice." Onni said aloud to the empty room, walking cautiously out.
Don't mention it.
As Onni departed, the figure materialized itself... messy hair, white T-shirt, and blue jeans floated mid-air as the spirit of Mon Millennia looked at the now closed door, where Onni had been just moments ago.
Godspeed, Faitayuu Onnifuji. You'll need all the help you can get.
Mon took a longing glance at his own room before he once again faded out of reality.
Faitayuu Onnifuji got out of bed for the third time that night. He couldn't sleep... he checked his PDA once more... the post that stood out so vividly in his mind.
'Underground Duels', she had said...
"Hoshi-chan... what are you doing?" Onni muttered to himself.. I said I didn't care if she destroyed herself.... that's a downright lie. I'm her friend, I've got a deep friendship with Hoshi and... oh, Onni, c'mon, face it. You're in love. And Ikutsuki-san. What's he did to Hoshi with the drug is... despicable. But I can't focus on that right now. I need to find a way to disguise myself and find out where Hoshi is doing these underground duels at... but how?
Listen up, kid. I'll help.
Onni stopped pacing his room, looking around... Oh, great. The voice again. Ever since Onni had been electrocuted by Yukio, he had been hearing the voice mutter and sometimes say sentences under.. his breath? It sounded like a guy...this, however, was the first attempt it had made to contact him directly.
Alright, kid, I wanna help you out here. Get your uniform on and follow my directions.
Onni, reluctantly threw on his Ra Yellow Uniform, walking out into the corridor... What does this voice know...? I know I'm going crazy but... well, if it can help me. So be it.
Hm... go left.... right..... right... left again... straight now... left a couple times.... there! That door. Open it up.
Onni looked at the door suspiciously... Wait. I remember this door. This is the room where I found those 'Fantasy Hero' cards. I thought I had already explored this room?
Onni opened the door and looked around... he could see nothing of importance at first.. until something underneath the bed caught his eye. He walked over and pulled out... a cloak made of almost shimmering silver.
As a favorite book of mine once said... use it well.
This is it? Onni wondered to himself, as he put the cloak on. This is just a standard cloa...wait. What is this? I feel like... not some other person, but like I could be.. anyone, and fit in. What... what a strange cloak... but it works, I guess!
"Um... thanks, mysterious voice." Onni said aloud to the empty room, walking cautiously out.
Don't mention it.
As Onni departed, the figure materialized itself... messy hair, white T-shirt, and blue jeans floated mid-air as the spirit of Mon Millennia looked at the now closed door, where Onni had been just moments ago.
Godspeed, Faitayuu Onnifuji. You'll need all the help you can get.
Mon took a longing glance at his own room before he once again faded out of reality.
*As Onni worked hard to complete his makeshift dungeon, Mon is in spiritual form, wandering the field. He sighed, the reading that Onni had recieved from Mr. Takuma had mentioned him heavily... would none understand? He was just a spirit, looking for a second chance, looking for redemption.*
(Mun Note: This is an Event Post for anyone who wishes to bother Ghost!Mon/anyone Ghost!Mon wants to bother. He'll mostly be wandering the grounds, so random encounters are alright. Come and bug the semi-emo ghost.)
(Mun Note: This is an Event Post for anyone who wishes to bother Ghost!Mon/anyone Ghost!Mon wants to bother. He'll mostly be wandering the grounds, so random encounters are alright. Come and bug the semi-emo ghost.)
Hm. I've only been here a couple days, so I can't be nostalgic like the others, but I did find something interesting while surfing around.
http://mon-millennia.livejournal.com/ - Who, exactly, is or was this?
((I'm sorry, I saw everyone getting nostalgic and I don't want to be my schoolwork, so I couldn't resist having Onni stumble upon Mon's old journal. So sue me.))
http://mon-millennia.livejournal.com/ - Who, exactly, is or was this?
((I'm sorry, I saw everyone getting nostalgic and I don't want to be my schoolwork, so I couldn't resist having Onni stumble upon Mon's old journal. So sue me.))
