17 March 2012 @ 06:03 pm
Characters: A less sane Heine and you.
Setting: Hallways, or specified room.
Format: Action
Summary: Heine's collar has gone down one and along with his memory being warped due to Naminé's powers making him think he is once again young..
Warnings: Violence against anyone that crosses him part from youngins. You get a worried big brother Heine instead.

Those long lost days are back again. )
04 March 2012 @ 07:00 pm
Characters: Richtofen and YOU!
Setting: 2-04 to begin with, then everywhere else.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen wakes up in the tower, then decides to explore.
Warnings: Just that Richtofen is insane.

Room 2-04 )


Everywhere Else )
29 February 2012 @ 07:53 pm
Characters: Heine Rammsteiner and you, and yes even you!
Setting: The hallway outside the dorm rooms.
Format: Prose
Summary: Heine has woken up and is taking in his surroundings. He is not pleased.
Warnings: Violence possibly since he may react poorly to anyone crossing his path. Guaranteed swearing at some point because it is Heine.

Panic was not a response Heine made. Panic was a fool’s reaction and one that got you shot more than it got you to safety. Seconds it took for his body to come under his control again, far too long of a frame for him to be taken away from the wheel. Between a grunt and growl, he pushed himself up and planted his feet on the floor with a slight stagger.
A quick dart of his eyes was enough to gather his new set of clothing with disgust. The white skin suit was far too akin to those uniforms worn in his past, those militarist uniforms being one of the least horrid memories of that place. The other concerning fact was the lack of fabric coving his neck revealing the metal slab at the back base of his neck. Fingers brushed it feeling along the jagged marks and bolts gaining a negative low sigh of aggravation.
The letters nearby were ignored, more from spite than missing them altogether. He was in a strange place without recollection of how he got there drifting what slight pieces of sanity he managed to hold on to take turn straight into paranoia. Into the hallway he went keeping a slow pace and a watchful gaze for anything that looked familiar; the worst things were familiar and recognizable to him.