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036: new resolve

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

[back-dated to like 10pm]

[Roof Filter]
[Risika is up on the roof... brooding. Cliche, she knows. It's been a while since she last truly fed... yarbarah may work for Lord SaDiablo, but her metabolism is faster, and she's not as strong as she should be. She needs to hunt. She hasn't been because of Draco... but then, he knows what she is. And he knows she doesn't harm. Well. Not here, and not without cause. It's been a while since she killed to teach someone else a lesson, and he doesn't need to know. Resolved in this, she takes the form of a hawk, and flies into town.

She won't be home tonight, Draco.]



[[open-ish post? Feel free to see her on the roof... she might ignore you. but the bird flying off into the dusk is easily seen by everyone with town-facing windows.]]

[35]

[revengefinale.livejournal.com]

[After Naruto's canon update, Sasuke discovered a bit of information that made him irrationally angry. Seeing-red-and-rage-inducing angry. He's cooled off some by now after a few hours of extensive and exhausting training and he's now sitting against one of the exterior castle walls. Approach at your own risk! Really.]

[OOC: Sasuke will have gone back and filtered his conversations with Teresa & Ino after a little while. :] Once realizing they were public.]

Twenty seven.

[asangelsfly.livejournal.com]

[ look Castiel hasn't died! he's only spent a few days locked in his room trying to grapple with these emotions, loss and grief are not his friends not at all. And for some losing his BFF FOR LIFE other than Crowley hurts like a bitch ]

...I seem to have missed a few things. [ small tap, yeah mister angel sounds a little more emotionless then usual, because he's trying to you know... make it seem like he's fine but really he's not so fine ]

Did you enjoy your car Crowley? [ teasing attempt failed, don't judge ]

✯ seventeen ✯

[sigma-hime.livejournal.com]

[even before she had opened her eyes, the unpleasantly familiar sterile smell of antiseptics and medicine already had clued her in as to where she was. Despite being in another world, her distaste for medical facilities has not subsided in the least. If she's dead, then this is a personalized hell...oh wait. Maybe it isn't so bad after all...]

I changed my mind.


[ooc: last post for this loss, open to clinic staff and all ladies/those who look like ladies]

:072

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

Word of the day:

CHUCKLEFUCK

Technically two words, but who the fuck cares?

∞ 012 mixed signals

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

Well it seems everyone had a bit of an adventure the other day. Took me a bit to read up on it all. When you ask for something in this place I had no idea it would cut me off from almost everyone like that.

[Jack is in the Hub, going through some odds and ends, but he's dictating to the journal]

Did anyone just ask for something simple and actually get it? Ponies? Please tell me someone asked for a pony and got one.

First Tube

[14thkuzunoha.livejournal.com]

[All is silent. Then all of a sudden, the distinct sound of something moving through air is recorded, and a brief gasp/cry of pain accompanies a painfully loud impact with a wall in the room.

Moments later, the sound of something crumpling to the floor is recorded. Seconds after that, the sound of something being stabbed into the floor is recorded. And after that? The sound of someone pushing back to their feet, making little more than a groan as he did.]

What the...Where did you go? Is this another...[A bit of stumbling, but he's back on his feet] I thought we were done with the illusions by now.

twenty-fifth star

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

[Arwen rode up to the Castle a little while earlier on Lumbelarn. His saddlebags are full of provisions and the few things she will need for her journey. She leaves him there, for the moment, and enters the Castle for what she hopes will be the last time. She goes to her room, and writes a quick message in her journal before leaving it there.]

[filtered to those who know her by name]
[written]
I know I have not been near the Castle of late, instead living in my little wood, but now I plan to journey as a group did once before, beyond the boundaries of the Castle. I do not know when I shall return.
[/filter]

[Having written this, she leaves the journal in her room, and makes her way to the High Lord's chambers.]

[Hallways/Saetan's Room Filter]
[Arwen knocks twice when she gets there. She is carrying two letters, and is dressed in a traveling cloak.]

(no subject)

[torchwoodgenius.livejournal.com]

[Tosh has been having a rubbish time of it lately, and she's pursuing the typical Torchwood solution to such things - but in the middle of a drink, she realises that she's completely forgotten about her Dalek BFF lately. D: And that makes her feel bad, because she doesn't have many friends, and certainly not enough to be ignoring any of them. So she gets some beer from the castle - bottles for her, cans for Caan - and makes her way to his room, knocking on the door]

Caan? You in there? It's Tosh.

first shot; [voice]

[ladyxmary.livejournal.com]

[There's a sound of a motorcycle rolling through and disturbing the quiet of Paradisa. Lady has arrived, everyone! But she's not too pleased. And this castle business definitely isn't Main and Tenth, where she needs to be like...five minutes ago.]

What?!

Oh, no. No, no, no. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

All right, look, I don't have a lot of time to deal with this, okay? Someone back home needs me to help them from becoming demon food.

So the sooner I get directions, the better.

[There's a pause.]

And you'd better be quick about this, if you're going to be of any help at all.

ooc; Strikes are muttered. And someone's cranky~

And she figures that the book is going to respond in text, not voice, since that's how books roll. xD

022 - Come Back to Reality

[seasonofsamurai.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[In steady, maybe even strained penmanship.] Anyone I attacked three days ago? I'm sorry. It was a lapse of judgment and I reacted poorly. No matter what I might've said, I never meant to go after you. Whether or not you forgive me is up to you, but if there's anything I can to to make up for it just say the word.

( Number 1 )

((OOC: Thanks to everyone that helped with the plot. It was a lot of fun, and I hope it was for you, too. I'm still backtagging since I'm never on at the same time with some of you and RL kind of got in the way, orz.))

018 ϟ small wonder

[not_myfirstday]

[the voice coming over the journal is much "smaller" sounding, since Elle is the same height as the Barbie dolls she shared a "house" with last night]

Well I will say this, I'm really glad that I know Molly, and that she knows the names of some of these playset things. I wouldn't even begin to know how to ask for the Barbie Glamour Bath and Shower just so I could take a shower. It's not like I could've just asked Molly to fill up the sink, I can't do the whole full water immersion thing.

[sighs and tugs on the stretch leggings she has on]

Also I think for as cutting edge as Barbie is supposed to be? She wears some pretty horrible clothing.

(no subject)

[likesneedles.livejournal.com]

[there's the soft sound of sheets rustling as somebody gets up; as per usual in this place, the journal is sitting open next to the bed on the nightstand; this time, the sounds of awakening are followed by a small gasp]

I- This isn't my bedroom. This doesn't look like any of the rooms in my uncle's citadel.

[the voice belongs to a young girl, sounding vaguely formal in speech even in shock; she's moving about the room now, and then there's the swooshing of the curtains being opened rather forcefully]

This... this doesn't look like Summersea at all!

[give her a moment; she's reaching for the connection between herself and her siblings, but... nothing.... they're still too far, it seems]

This must have been done with magic... but how? [there's a pause] No, first, I need to find out where exactly I've been taken to.


[feel free to interrupt her monologue by this point~]

First recovered memory

[2goodforwalkin.livejournal.com]

 [Dictated at first] 

Okay.  So I'm in this weird place, when last night I went to bed.  This isn't some strange dream, and it feels so real.   If Morrolan saw me I'd never hear the end of this, I'm sure.

[she paces around, finally noticing the journal on her nightstand, open and recording everything she just said, starts writing now]

What kind of wizardry is this? Maybe it's witchcraft.  Well, I just want to know where I'm located.  Though, at least I have Pathfinder.  


But, why can I not float!?

twenth theft

[hyper-thief.livejournal.com]

Uhm... poopie poopie poopie

What is this place?

[memory span/loss tiem! She'll remember stuff if you remind her.]

twelfth drag

[fivewordsorless.livejournal.com]

( [Angel] )

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Allen to blow off some steam is out by the edge of the forest, training with a practice sword that somewhat resembles his real one but not as fancy. He seems pretty decent as he steps through the routines, but there's probably room for improvement. The most notable thing is that despite the size of the sword, he seems to be wielding it only with his right hand while his left hand is tied behind his back. Feel free to bug him]

section 0, article 1 (dictated)

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

--- THREE!

[there's the sound of a door being kicked down, and a quiet, high-pitched whine]

EMOX, I KNOW YOU'RE IN----

[pause. .... very. long. pause]

Hm.

[the whining sound gets a little louder, closer to the journal, and there's the sound of very calculated footsteps across the room]

Or mebbe I don't. ... Last I checked I was. Not. Kicking out the door of a bathroom from the inside. And this is not the back room of Aldo's Bakery. [sounds of a window opening, and closing] Now that ... is not Upper Manhattan.

[a faint chirp and click] Zed? ... Hm. [click] Communicator down. [a short, irritated sigh] Right. Some sort of transport, definitely. ... Hel-lo, what's this.

Dictating journal. Hmh. Haven't seen somethin' like this since we tried patenting it from the Jezerians. Worth a shot.

[clears his throat] Hello out there. This is Agent Kay of the Men in Black. According to the protocol for unauthorized inter-locale transport set down in Section 86.5-Epsilon of the Tycho Treaty, I would like to be made aware of my current coordinates. ... Oh, and if you've seen a loudmouthed kid named Jay in a black suit runnin' round, I'll be happy to take him off your hands. Thank you.

× 03 ×

[hatfetish.livejournal.com]

( Eliade )

I seem to have misplaced something upon my arrival - he should have shown himself by now. Or perhaps he was taken again without my permission before all this~? I keep on having to remind her not borrow things without asking my approval. ♥

But that won't keep me, oh no, not all. A schedule to keep, no matter what the delay may be. Things to do, people to see~. ♥

[1o.]

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

( Private; )

[still written, though Sophie is taking the effort to write differently in order to hide her usual scrawl again. if there was anything about her, it was always the inclination for her "real self" to stay secretive. also, what would her new friends think about her profession? that, if anything, was an entirely new private entry.]

Paradisa,

How would you define a thief?

[[ eighth seed ]]

[lostmytoad.livejournal.com]

((backdated to Friday morning, after the Star Festival ended))

[anyone who has happened to walk through the lobby of the Castle would not have been able to miss the teenage boy lying stock still in the middle of it, presumably asleep. except he looks like he's being laid out to rest for a funeral, body ramrod straight, arms stiff by his sides]

[when the sun starts streaming in the front windows, he groans and opens his eyes, blinking slowly, then tries to get up--and can't. that's when the memories come flooding back: him thinking he was back at Hogwarts, Bellatrix Lestrange taunting him--and then throwing a full Body Bind hex on him]

..... Bloody hell. [sigh]

[struggles to move for a few minutes, before giving up, then yells loudly]

Hallo! Can anyone hear me? I uh ... I need some help! By someone who can use magic!!

((open to anyone who walks by, or can hear him yelling))

84 Charing Cross Road

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Did anyone else randomly burst into a group musical number last night? [And he's scratched that out so it's illegible and closed his journal]

[Aaaaand a few minutes later, Crowley's working on the Bentley. He seems to work on it a lot more in Paradisa than he did at home. Maybe if people stopped DESTROYING IT he wouldn't have to. He hasn't even noticed that he's wearing the leather jacket again. T-Birds, gather!]

(no subject)

[twinsparks.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Filtered to Subaru's friends only]

Is that creep that was threatening Subaru-kun gone completely yet?