Lightning Guardian

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Fri, 04 May 2012 12:50:57 -0400

mukuro + lambo (body swap event)

Tue, 01 May 2012 18:15:53 -0400

It was—no, Mukuro didn’t know how to describe what he was feeling in that moment, watching his own body cower, his own face contort into an expression of terror and resignation.

Well, disgust would fit the label well enough, he supposed

“Get out of there,” he demanded, reaching in and grabbing himself by the cuff. He dragged his body out of the stall and slammed himself up against the wall, leaning in. “Now tell me—are you or are you not the idiot thunder guardian?” It would make the most sense. Bovino’s body did seem to be the one he was currently inhabiting.

It was a pity that he couldn’t have accidentally possessed Tsunayoshi’s. That would have been much more convenient—not to mention pleasant. And possibly more sanitary.

Lambo grimaced when he was yanked out of the stall and his back connected with the wall. His lips pulled into a deep frown—most of the other conflicting emotions melted away to just a blip—as he pressed back in an attempt to push himself through the wall. If only that could happen.

He remained silent after the question was asked. Was this a trick question? Would Mukuro be able to find out if he lying if he said no? What would happen if he said yes? Many possible things could probably happen in either of those scenarios. The lightning guardian could never get used to the other, even if he did look like him. It was just like an out of body experience. One that he didn’t have to experience again, and he’d be fine with that.

His eyes remained locked on Mukuro’s, mind mulling over anything that he could do. Though he was having no such luck.

“Yes..?” Even though it came out as a question he still added on, “But like I said, I have no idea what’s going on!” He’s honestly never heard of something like this happening.

ooc;

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 10:39:17 -0400

i need to do something that i haven’t done in AGES.

… i need to play l4d2! i have missed killing zombiiiiiiies.

yup, this is how i spend my time. drawing nonesense. i do what i...

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 23:34:52 -0400

yup, this is how i spend my time.

drawing nonesense. i do what i want.

ooc;

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 21:25:51 -0400

Man, what a long day babysitting. My only highlight of the day was shooting the kid with rubber arrows with a nerf gun.

I am an awesome babysitter, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

vongola-primo-x: . ahhh, i’m still at the beginning of the manga. |’D

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 07:50:48 -0400

vongola-primo-x:

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ahhh, i’m still at the beginning of the manga. |’D

SOB

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 21:50:36 -0400

MUKURO IS CLAWING AT THINGS AGAIN.

SOMEONE SAVE MEEEEEEEEgfmdkshjgkslf

what is all these shenanigans on my dahsboard.

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 21:42:00 -0400

what is all these shenanigans on my dahsboard.

Decimo: Tsuna & Lambo

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 21:20:57 -0400

Decimo: Tsuna & Lambo:

awkwardcowsanova:

Relax and enjoy himself? The dark haired teen moved his hand to his lap so he could lean forward and rest his head sideways against the table, his head facing in Tsuna’s direction. How could he do that? He might have looked like he was as calm as ever, but he was really…

When Tsuna left once again, Lambo looked around the room. It was not that very different from how the Vongola boss had his room in his time, although he had only seen it a few times, and been in it once or twice.

The lightning guardian looked over when he heard the door open, revealing both Tsuna and his mom. “Ahh, hello Mama,” he smiled up at the woman as he sat up. No matter how anxious he felt, seeing the older woman always made him feel better. Lambo lifted his arm to give a small farewell wave when she left and looked over at Tsuna when he spoke, then down to the food.

Mmm, something else he always looked forward to. Mama’s homemade meals. He promptly shoved an octopus ball into his mouth.

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Fri, 27 Apr 2012 21:05:00 -0400

Lightning Guardian: mukuro + lambo (body swap event)

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 20:41:11 -0400

Lightning Guardian: mukuro + lambo (body swap event):

r0kud0-mukur0:

awkwardcowsanova:

r0kud0-mukur0:

Mukuro was willing to believe he’d maybe done himself more damage than he’d originally thought by spending all that time in prison. Maybe he was just as unbalanced as everyone said after all, because it wasn’t every day that one sat down to have a cup of tea at three in the morning, went into some kind of epileptic fit, and got up the floor only to see that he’d become a completely different person.

Taking one good look at himself in the mirror, Mukuro decided that he ought to sleep after all, and prompt dragged himself to bed.

It was a pity, then, that he woke up the next morning and still felt very much not himself.

Being an illusionist, Mukuro knew there was an order by which to handle such matters, and testing to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating always went before flipping his shit and refusing to leave his room. With this in mind, he dressed himself as usual and walked down the hall to the business wing of the Vongola HQ.

“Morning, Lambo,” a young woman said, smiling at him before disappearing into an adjacent room.

“I see,” Mukuro said aloud. He stood still, counted backwards from ten, and as a last resort, illusioned his appearance the way it should have been all along.

Test the situation was the first step. Finding the idiot whose body he’d apparently stolen in the night was the next one.

For the next few minutes, Lambo spent them pacing the floor in the restroom, every so often glancing back at the mirror just to see that he still looked like Mukuro. Well at least he didn’t look like a girl, that had to be a good thing. If that happened, the lightning guardian would probably be flipping out more then he already was. It might look like Lambo was calm and composed, but only someone who had been around him for a long time would know that he was not calm and composed. Those words didn’t even hold meaning to him at this current moment.

“What am I going to do?” He all but groaned, gripping at the unnatural locks of hair. Whenever someone would enter the restroom, Lambo would pretend he was washing his hands, and wouldn’t stop until they left. And after that, he’d open the door and peer out, trying not to appear suspicious.

Bi-colored eyes looked from side to side, then fell on a figure that had appeared in the area. Eeh! It.. It was him! It was his body! His eyes widened as he pulled back, accidentally slamming the door. Lambo pressed his back against the door, he looked positively alarmed. That was just putting it lightly.

The sound of the bathroom door slamming caught Mukuro’s attention—not the mention the sight of his own damn eyes disappearing.

What the hell? What the hell?

As casually as he could given the body he’d found himself in, Mukuro went straight for the restroom, threw the door open, and waltzed right in—

…only to find no one was there.

One of the stalls was shut. His body was obviously in there, but somehow, Mukuro was just too dumbfounded by the entire situation to get himself to move. He was chasing his own body in a men’s restroom, of all the places. How did something like that even happen?

Figuring he should just write this one off as the accumulation of six lifetimes’ worth of bad karma, Mukuro steeled himself and proceeded to kick the stall door down.

The feeling of pure terror churned in Lambo’s gut when he heard the restroom door open. He just knew it was Mukuro; he didn’t know of anyone else in the Vongola that instilled the feeling of a slow and painful death.

He had to stay calm now, had to stay calm. Palms pressed against the stall door as if that would be what kept whoever it was out indefinitely, but seeing the shadow stop at the door, the lightning guardian scrambled backwards. The teen fought the urge to climb the toilet in the dire need to escape. He had never before felt this terrified for his life.

“Geez, I didn’t do it! I don’t know what happened!” Lambo squabbled as the door was kicked open to reveal the owner of the body he was in, hands thrown up to shield himself. Just don’t kill me! He wanted to yell at the other, though he doubted that would make a difference.

ooc;

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 20:26:55 -0400

changed my blog layout. = u= i think this one a lot.

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 18:48:00 -0400

ooc;

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 09:47:26 -0400

Ugh, couldn’t really sleep last night, woke up during the night coughing. jgkldjgflkdsngfds. I don’t feel like doing anything today, but I know that won’t happen.

whoops, i accidentally a xanxus kitty. mukuro, make xanxus a...

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 22:54:00 -0400

whoops, i accidentally a xanxus kitty.

mukuro, make xanxus a kitty for me. * u*

r0kud0-mukur0: vongolaskyguardian: r0kud0-mukur0 said: …what is pomf...

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 22:45:16 -0400

r0kud0-mukur0:

vongolaskyguardian:

r0kud0-mukur0 said: …what is pomf pomf?

……….http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bHimOJb-Xw

That is pomf pomf……

A parody of ponponpon….

watch if you dare

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

WHY

i…. i.

what is life.

what is it. tell me.

why am i alive.

shigure—kintoki said: Xanxus~? 8D Or, uh, secondo? hehehe, yes, it’s Xanxus!

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 21:46:08 -0400

shigure—kintoki said: Xanxus~? 8D Or, uh, secondo?

hehehe, yes, it’s Xanxus!

GUESS THAT FACE!you don’t get to guess, mukuro. :V

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 21:38:51 -0400

GUESS THAT FACE!
you don’t get to guess, mukuro. :V

ooc;

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 20:00:00 -0400

i think i’ll just lay on the floor and die now.

Lightning Guardian: mukuro + lambo (body swap event)

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:26:16 -0400

Lightning Guardian: mukuro + lambo (body swap event):

r0kud0-mukur0:

awkwardcowsanova:

Lambo’s day was not going the way he was expecting it to. He slept through his alarm clock—after realizing that he didn’t even set the damn thing—so he wasn’t able to get anything done before he quickly dressed himself and ran out of his room. He had important papers that he needed to get to the Vongola boss.

Not only that, but he was getting the weirdest looks. The lightning guardian knew he probably had bed hair, since he had to skip his usual morning tendencies. This was starting to get strange.

He tugged on the lapel of his coat after leaving the boss’ office. Either Tsuna wasn’t feeling well or just going crazy, because getting called ‘Mukuro’ was not making him feel any better about his day. How could he be mistaken for the mist guardian? When he finally had time to escape to a restroom, Lambo came to understand why they thought he was Mukuro.

Lambo looked exactly like the other, right down to that red eye; except he was wearing his normal clothes. So he was pretty much Mukuro wearing a cow print shirt. That should have been funny, but he couldn’t find it in himself to laugh. He leaned forward, hands placed against the counter top to support his weight. Now he was face to face with himself, looking at every inch of his face.

Then the explosion happened.

“What the hell!?” The lightning guardian lifted his hands to pull at his cheeks roughly, leaving red marks when he let go. This was not happening. This had to be a dream. It had to. There’s no other possibilities. But why in the world would he have a dream about being Mukuro?

Mukuro was willing to believe he’d maybe done himself more damage than he’d originally thought by spending all that time in prison. Maybe he was just as unbalanced as everyone said after all, because it wasn’t every day that one sat down to have a cup of tea at three in the morning, went into some kind of epileptic fit, and got up the floor only to see that he’d become a completely different person.

Taking one good look at himself in the mirror, Mukuro decided that he ought to sleep after all, and prompt dragged himself to bed.

It was a pity, then, that he woke up the next morning and still felt very much not himself.

Being an illusionist, Mukuro knew there was an order by which to handle such matters, and testing to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating always went before flipping his shit and refusing to leave his room. With this in mind, he dressed himself as usual and walked down the hall to the business wing of the Vongola HQ.

“Morning, Lambo,” a young woman said, smiling at him before disappearing into an adjacent room.

“I see,” Mukuro said aloud. He stood still, counted backwards from ten, and as a last resort, illusioned his appearance the way it should have been all along.

Test the situation was the first step. Finding the idiot whose body he’d apparently stolen in the night was the next one.

For the next few minutes, Lambo spent them pacing the floor in the restroom, every so often glancing back at the mirror just to see that he still looked like Mukuro. Well at least he didn’t look like a girl, that had to be a good thing. If that happened, the lightning guardian would probably be flipping out more then he already was. It might look like Lambo was calm and composed, but only someone who had been around him for a long time would know that he was not calm and composed. Those words didn’t even hold meaning to him at this current moment.

“What am I going to do?” He all but groaned, gripping at the unnatural locks of hair. Whenever someone would enter the restroom, Lambo would pretend he was washing his hands, and wouldn’t stop until they left. And after that, he’d open the door and peer out, trying not to appear suspicious.

Bi-colored eyes looked from side to side, then fell on a figure that had appeared in the area. Eeh! It.. It was him! It was his body! His eyes widened as he pulled back, accidentally slamming the door. Lambo pressed his back against the door, he looked positively alarmed. That was just putting it lightly.