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Action, he hates his journal
[A very weary, disgruntled Kunzite is stumbling and weaving through town, back from an extended stay at Chez Malnosso. A stiff breeze could probably knock him over at this point, but from the look on his face, he's still got plenty of fight in him.
Conscious of the status of everyone else in the village as a POTENTIAL ENEMY, he is doing his best to ( Read more... ) -
[Voice]
[An Irate Kunzite speaks, though his tone is a bit deadpan, which somehow makes it more ominous.
He either does not know how to make things private, doesn't care who hears, or combo.]
I do, on occasion, go over the broadcasts in this journal. It has not escaped my notice what has been going on.
...Eventually, Zoisite, you will have to come home and ( Read more... ) -
Conflicted [Action]
[This guy is kind of skulking around outside, deep in thought, brows furrowed.
A meaningless, human holiday. It would reflect poorly on either of them to observe it. Human celebrations are inherently wasteful and misguided. He believes in this quite strongly.
And yet, Zoisite is most definitely going to feel slighted if he doesn't demonstrate some ( Read more... ) -
Who let him near the teenagers?
[Well, school is back in session, and with its reopening, an unlikely individual has signed on as ART TEACHER!
Armed with a flimsy human alias (Saito Kun; sheer brilliance!), Kunzite is attempting to instruct the younger folk of Luceti on the finer points of clay sculpture. He cannot for the life of him figure out why it seems so important to do ( Read more... ) -
New to the Neighborhood Fail
[**Kind of backdated to last weekend***]
[Attention folks who frequent the bar! Kunzite, AKA some grouchy-yet-bishounen looking New Feather in quasi-military garb, has set his sights on Good Spirits, and intends on scaring off everyone who happens to be inside of it enjoying a drink!
Why? It's hard to say, really. Maybe he hates joy and laughter. It' ( Read more... ) -
[Action]
[Well, he looks like a New Feather. A bit worn down from making his way into the village from whatever far-off inconvenient location he might have been dropped at the outset. Not precisely dressed for the weather. You know the drill.
He has a journal on hand; perhaps he knows what it's for, but he doesn't seem interested in using it to call for ( Read more... )