daaaaaaaamn

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

[Nomura is, for once, not yelling or freaking out. In fact, he's totally relaxed on one of the couches in the living room, watch the Sues and alternates and clones walking around with passive interest. Sometimes he asks them to tell him their backstory. He's usually prone to loud noises and strange proclamations, but today he's having civil conversations, albeit in his usual broken english. Remember when people ask what Nomura was smoking to make these games? Well, now you can see firsthand. He's totally stoned.]

You know, many happenings of things are occurring here since I arrive very long ago, but as long as some days are being like this, it is not a matter to me.

Comments

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[Well. That's certainly not something Lexaeus expected to see. He can't honestly claim to be surprised (no emotions, after all) but it's interesting, and so he pauses to take a look.

And then another to shuffle the words of the sentence into something a little more coherent.]

Good to hear it, I suppose.

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

Ahh, Lex.

Try some of this you should being.

Make you think about world and stars and plot devices.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[Again there's a pause as he mentally rearranges the sentences.]

Some of what?

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Axel's walking into the living room with some Seasalt Ice cream in his mouth. But when he spots you, he has to put his hands quickly on the popsicle stick to keep it from dropping to the floor.]

... What the-

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

[the joint, man. the joint.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[Can Nobodies even be affected by hallucinogens?]

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

[WE'LL FIND OUT MAN]

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

Hello, Axel.

[lays there, chillin']

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

Who are you, and, how do you know my name.

[gasp! He does not know his creator.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[...Well, nothing for it then. In the name of science!

Or something.]

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

[have a seat big guy, he's passin' it over to you]

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

I am God.

I know everyone.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[...Gingerly takes a seat (or at least a gingerly as his frame will allow) before taking the offered joint.]

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

[totally just. chill. it's good man, it's good.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[That tends to be Lexaeus' general outlook on life.]

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[slowly takes a lick of the icecream.]

God, you say? Sounds like a tough job.

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

Very tough.

Sometimes unrewarding.

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

[blows smoke, laughing]

I feeling bad I do not give you more screentime, you know.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[There's a blink at that. But he's... gotten used to oddness.]

I would likely have had little to say.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

So.. you are rewarding yourself now, I assume?

I wanted to throw Tifa in heeeeeeeere. Why did I kill her off when I did?

[rikku-blade.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink staaaare...]

Dude, what are you smoking?

[Amused Rikku is amused.]

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

[holds it out]

Inspiration.

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[blows smoke]

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

Strong silent type is good in games.

[rikku-blade.livejournal.com]

Ah. I see.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[coughs.]

... Are you smoking weed?

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

I am God.

This... is my kingdom.

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

Good stuff.

Make your mind open.

[rikku-blade.livejournal.com]

Well then, I hope you enjoy it.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

... Then I will not doubt you abilities or question you, your majesty.

[He's not sure if he should just WALK AWAY or sit down and make sure this guy doesn't fall out a window or something.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

You would know better than I.

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

[DOES. thoroughly]

[rikku-blade.livejournal.com]

[Good for him.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

...what.

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

What is what.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[sniffs the air suspiciously]

Are you burning plants?

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

Only one kind for burning up.

[puffs. blows smoke. laughs.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[wrinkles his nose and waves away the smoke]

And just why are you burning it?

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

Toke it.

Smoke it.

Inspiration for everybody.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Inspiration to do what, exactly?

[is peering at the thing in your hand suspiciously, wondering what on earth a toke is]

[retconningly.livejournal.com]

Revolutionize!

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[thinks there seems to be something wrong with you]

Are you so sure you should be smoking that? It seems to be having an adverse effect on you.