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  <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-09-04:1715654</id>
  <title>Haru &amp; Friends Go On A Trip Round The World To Break "Demon Card".</title>
  <subtitle>We Call His Weapon "Rave".</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Haru Glory</name>
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  <updated>2014-01-19T20:36:14Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-09-04:1715654:1920</id>
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    <title>RAVE 0004 [Video]</title>
    <published>2014-01-19T20:36:14Z</published>
    <updated>2014-01-19T20:36:14Z</updated>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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    <content type="html">[&lt;i&gt;When the camera clicks on, it first pans over to what looks like a desolate wasteland. There are bodies and body parts strewn everywhere, craters marring the landscape, and the only thing breaking the erie silence was a strong breeze occasionally cutting across the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the camera shifts, giving an up close and personal look of someone's purple iris. It then pans back, revealing Haru making a skeptical face at the journal, as he tries to get it to work. He uses it so infrequently for making posts he still barely has an idea of how to use it properly. Thankfully, he takes notice that the thing seems to be working.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, cool! It's working! [&lt;i&gt;He flashes a big grin at the camera as he puts the journal down on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pauses for a moment, contemplating what exactly he's going to say now that he's got the chance to say it. It's really something he should have considered BEFORE turning on the journal, but, ah well. Spur of the moment ideas and all that. Finally, he opts to speak up.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, some of you guys out there use the Battle Dome pretty regularly, right? I was wonderin' if I could borrow some of your training simulations? I had one that was workin' out pretty well for me there for a while, I guess it's gettin' to be too easy for me now. That's probably a sign I need somethin' different now, right? [&lt;i&gt;Another big, happy grin.&lt;/i&gt;] So you got any cool ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;He ends the recording there, and sets up a few (poorly done) filters.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://ravelt.dreamwidth.org/1920.html#cutid1"&gt;[Filtered to Shuda | 30% unhackable]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___2" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://ravelt.dreamwidth.org/1920.html#cutid2"&gt;[Filtered to Vegeta | 30% unhackable]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___2" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___3" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://ravelt.dreamwidth.org/1920.html#cutid3"&gt;[Filtered to Elie | 30% unhackable]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___3" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ravelt&amp;ditemid=1920" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-09-04:1715654:1758</id>
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    <title>RAVE 0003 [Video/Action]</title>
    <published>2013-09-04T01:53:41Z</published>
    <updated>2013-09-04T01:53:41Z</updated>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
    <dw:reply-count>207</dw:reply-count>
    <content type="html">[&lt;i&gt;It's been about a week since &lt;a href="http://lucetilogs.dreamwidth.org/422905.html"&gt;it happened.&lt;/a&gt; A week since he'd returned from his mallynap and forced under the demonic control of Sacrifar. Thanks to an intervention by Edward Elric, Haru was stopped, and the sword's control released over him was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd spent the rest of the week in the clinic, unconscious from a combination of the strain the sword had placed on him, the wounds he'd suffered and severe exhaustion. Also maybe blunt force trauma from being hit by a metal arm. Maybe. Plue sat on top of him the entire time, watching him to see when he'd wake up. He'd come to on Monday, but his mind was kind of a fog, spending the day in a daze as he tried to piece together what had happened. It was only the following morning, after sleeping the previous night and his subconscious painting the picture together for him in a rather graphic nightmare, that the full weight of what had transpired truly hit him.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;I'M SORRYYYYYY!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Haru, always having been the emotional sort, has tears streaming down his face. He takes a moment to sniffle, wiping his face with his bedsheets. Come on, Haru, don't cry all over the journal. That's just gross.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... [&lt;i&gt;Sniff.&lt;/i&gt;] I know apologizing's not gonna make up for what I did last week... I hurt some people, and I caused a lot of damage, and I... [&lt;i&gt;He doesn't want to admit that he also actually killed someone. He has no idea how he's ever going to cope with that one. He's never killed anyone before...&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still... I'll say it a thousand times if I have to. I'm sorry! If I hurt you, I get it if you can't forgive me for what I did. I was way outta control there... But... I gotta make things right, somehow. So give me that chance. That's all I can really ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;He cuts off the feed there. He'll spend the rest of the day in the clinic, in case anyone would rather come see him.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ravelt&amp;ditemid=1758" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-09-04:1715654:1164</id>
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    <title>RAVE 0002 [Voice/Action]</title>
    <published>2013-01-13T04:14:45Z</published>
    <updated>2013-01-13T17:08:13Z</updated>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Voice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;The journal clicks on, capturing a snapshot of Haru's worried expression.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen Plue? I... know I asked about him last, but he's actually &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt; this time! Err... He was, at least. He showed up a couple weeks back, with a red ribbon tied around him. He looked like a present! But I think he wandered off somewhere this morning? Has anyone seen him? He looks like a small snowman with a drill for a nose, but he's... a something. [&lt;i&gt;Plue's existence is a mystery.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.... A-anyway, if you see him, just try to get his attention with a lollipop. He &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; likes candy, you see! &lt;small&gt;Man... That's probably why he wandered off in the first place. I knew I should've picked up some more suckers...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Action]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Not long after, Haru throws on his jacket and sets out into the village, wandering past houses, windows, shops, calling out "Pluuuuee! Heeey, Pluuuuee!", hoping the white creature will come running at the sound of his voice. You might catch him out there screaming at the top of his lungs for his dog-thing. Go ahead and tell him to shut up. Or whatever you decide to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, if you happen to be in the plaza, you'll spot a small snowman perched outside of the plaza, with a peculiar, drill-like nose. ...Except said snowman appears to be shivering and making some sort of strange noise.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puuuu~uun...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ravelt&amp;ditemid=1164" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-09-04:1715654:715</id>
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    <title>RAVE 001 [Action/Video]</title>
    <published>2012-11-15T03:37:02Z</published>
    <updated>2012-11-15T03:42:10Z</updated>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
    <dw:reply-count>169</dw:reply-count>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Action]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Anyone passing by community building 3 in Luceti may be in for a treat to a unique sight. On the first floor, hanging out of a window that's only ever so slightly ajar, is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A butt. Yes, a butt. But it's not just a butt, you see! There's a pair of legs attached to said butt, dangling from the window, the feet stopping just a few inches short of the ground. The white cotton pants that cover the legs indicate that this is likely a New Feather that's stuck in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Feather that's likely in need of help, not that he realizes the situation he's in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alternatively&lt;/b&gt;, anyone who's getting ready to leave the building will find a silver-haired boy hanging through the window of the first floor hallway, sound asleep. His journal lays on the floor below him.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Video]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Sometime after that fiasco, presumably because either someone bailed him out or he managed to somehow get himself out, the boy attempts to fiddle with the journal, realizing it's his and he should use it. After a bit of tinkering with it, the recording starts.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--is thing on? &lt;small&gt;Man, what a pain.&lt;/small&gt; &lt;small&gt;[The boy frowns at the journal as he brings it close to his face, trying to get a close look at the strange device to figure it out. Journals are hard, man. They're hard and nobody understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon though, his expressions brightens as a large grin spreads across his face, having spotted the portion of his journal that displays his own camera feed. He pulls the book away now.]&lt;/small&gt; Oh, &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt;, it's working!  &lt;small&gt;[Now, what to say.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really get how this thing works, but whatever. Sis's diary definitely didn't look like this. &lt;small&gt;[Not that he ever snuck a peek at it, no. THAT WOULD BE BAD.]&lt;/small&gt; It's sure cool, though! So, uhh... I guess I should introduce myself, huh? I'm Haru Glory! &lt;small&gt;[He gives another big smile upon introducing himself.]&lt;/small&gt; Before comin' here, I used to live on Garage Island. I, uhh... I guess that probably doesn't sound familiar to any of you, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter now, though. But could you keep an eye out for some friends of mine if they're not already here? I'm kinda worried about 'em... There's Elie, Musica, Griff, Let, Ruby, Julia, Shuda, and Belnika! But who I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; need to find is Plue! Plue is... uhh... &lt;small&gt;hang on...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Haru's brow furrows as he stares at the journal, beginning to doodle something. Eventually, a crude drawing appears on the journal page looking &lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/ravemaster/images/9/99/Plue_washed_ashore.png"&gt;like this&lt;/a&gt;. Why yes, that is a quadripedal snowmandogbugthing with a drill for a nose.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; is Plue. He's kinda important to me and I don't want him wandering off and getting eaten by a bear. He really loves candy, so if you see him, just try to lure him over with a sucker! Uhh... I guess that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[He moves the journal away, but the feeds stays running for about another minute, as Haru doesn't realize how to stop it, before he ends up closing the journal.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ravelt&amp;ditemid=715" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-09-04:1715654:478</id>
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    <title>luceti app!</title>
    <published>2012-11-01T00:21:49Z</published>
    <updated>2012-11-04T04:32:02Z</updated>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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