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22 November 2012 @ 06:13 pm
How's My Driving?

To whom it may concern,

It has come to my attention that there is a fourth wall and that behind that fourth wall there exists a person who likes to pretend that either they control me, or they are me. I have not yet determined which is the case. Both are equally disturbing.

Regardless, since there is nothing I can do to stop this person's delusions, all I can ask is that you aid them in at least doing a proper job of it. As such, if you have any comments or constructive criticism, please log them here. Likewise, if you have any ideas concerning plots or wish to discuss something in particular, any note left here will reach the inbox of my "player."

Compliments, however, can be sent my way.

Kindest regards,

Captain Phoenix

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20 March 2011 @ 04:30 pm
I'm breaking out Phoenix for a Visitor Event at 3step_paradise . For the purpose of this event, I will be restarting Phoenix from the point in time I originally took him from the game, when he first teamed up with Jak to search for the Eco Seeker at the volcano.

Anything prior to this entry is being disregarded for the event.

Each entry after this that has to do with the event will be duly marked as such.
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16 November 2010 @ 06:37 pm
[Someone had bombed his room, and if Phoenix were to hazard a guess, it would be to pin the blame on the woman who had threatened to kill him earlier and specifically mentioned bombs. He had no idea who she was or what she was capable of.

But his room had been bombed and his door was unlocked. That alone was enough to make him uneasy with the idea of going into his room just yet. It would need to be searched thoroughly, and by someone with more experience with explosives than he had. Who that might be, he did not yet know.

For now, though, he'd be avoiding his room. In fact, it would be best to stay on the move. The more he moved, the more difficult it would be to track him down, allowing him more time to come up with a plan.

And so he moves, from one deck to another, from room to room, warily keeping an eye out for anyone in the area. His shoulder blades itch. It feels like he is being watched.

Feel free to run into him!]

[ooc: Phoenix hunting season is open! Hinder or aid him as your character sees fit. Be warned, though: Phoenix's paranoia is not unjustified. Any and all threads are fair game to be violently interrupted. :3]
14 October 2010 @ 04:45 pm
[Phoenix's voice comes on for the first time in well over two weeks. He sounds calm, vaguely curious, but definitely paying attention to the comm.]

If you had to catch a bird in flight, how would you go about doing so?

[Locked to Maia - 69% unhackable]

[His voice hardens.]

07 October 2010 @ 12:46 pm
[Concussions are not something to take lightly, so Phoenix has been resting the past few days. The air cast he had saved from when he'd broken his hand has proven useful again, saving him the need to visit AMU to get his fractured arm bound. He owes Damas a great deal as well. Once again the man had assisted him when he had needed it, treating him as best he could and asking nothing in return. Odette, too, had very likely saved his life. He would have liked to contact them, as well as others on the ship.

But Maia had taken his comm.

Clenching his fists at the thought of the woman, Phoenix gets out of his bed. He knows he should probably continue to rest, but he's spent too much time alone with his thoughts. He needs to get out and do something else. Perhaps if he searches deck twelve or the bazaar he'll find more materials for his project, and he'd greatly appreciate a change in diet, so the buffet will definitely be in order. Deck thirteen also holds an appeal after being cooped up so long.

Feel free to run into him!]
02 October 2010 @ 11:11 am
[Darkness and water and cold - so much cold. Phoenix's head throbs and his lungs burn-

-don't breathe-

-there's no sense of up or down. Instinct tells him he needs to move, but he can barely make his limbs respond. Especially his arm. It hurts-

-ignore it-

-his thoughts spin and fade.

The next thing he is aware of is mud. Mud against his cheek and water everywhere else. Everything is cold-

-too cold-

-he can't feel. Can't think past the pounding pain in his skull. The water shifts his body, enough that a button on his communicator is nudged by his hand, but the only thing that will be transmitted is... nothing. Nothing but silence for a good half minute before the comm shuts itself back off.

It's almost a blessing for Phoenix when the world fades out again.]

[ooc: Phoenix ran into Attika at a very bad time. If anyone comments, he won't respond, and he won't be around his usual haunts if anyone goes looking for him. Finding rights belong to Odette. o/]
16 September 2010 @ 07:17 pm
I find it interesting to note that there is no real wind to be felt on deck one.

[As Phoenix is speaking, there is a buzz in the background, sometimes louder, sometimes all but inaudible.]

An occasional breeze, yes, but like the weather in general, it continues to remain calm and pleasant - and useless, if one wanted to harness its power.

[The buzz grows louder again, obviously getting closer to Phoenix, then fades as it passes him by.]

On another note, I would like to contact a woman named Velly. There is something I would like to clear up from an earlier conversation.

[Not that she would remember his voice. He'd been a woman at the time they spoke.

At the moment, Phoenix is on deck one, a control box in his hand, and anyone who ventures up there right now might see a toy plane flying around. Careful, though. Phoenix is still getting the hang of the controls. He might accidentally fly the plane a little too close for other people's comfort.]
10 September 2010 @ 09:52 pm
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum~
09 September 2010 @ 09:14 pm

[This is Daxter's voice. This is the sound of a Daxter who very much hates his life. The only problem is, this isn't Daxter's comm. Not to mention the fact that what "Daxter" is saying...]

I am very seriously tempted to swear off drinking for the rest of my life.

[There's a muffled curse and a soft thump.]

Mar damn it, how does he open doors?
06 September 2010 @ 02:00 pm
[The comm clicks on, but while it's attached to Phoenix's user ID, the voice is most decidedly feminine. The accent is still the same, though, distinctly Aeropan to those familiar with it.

The tone is also somewhat irritated, the sound of someone suffering from a developing headache.]

I don't suppose there's any chance that the last two days were just a very vivid dream.

If anyone needs me, I'll be at Sergei's.


[Sure enough, if anyone goes looking, or happens to wander into the bar, Phoenix will be sitting in one of the booths, leaning back with a glass of rum in her hands. Yes, her hands. Thanks to Captain Redd, or whatever is to blame, Phoenix is very much a woman - and as far as she can recall, that's all she's ever been.]