(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

( Private/to Sabata who isn't here )

( Lucian )

For those who suddenly when home at this time... We'll miss you, but I'm glad you're safe from this madness.

Rebel 003; Dictated and Filtered from Dr. Cabot

[shitshitshiiit.livejournal.com]

Can't believe I'm asking this...

Hey, uh...Tao, you've gone into hiding right? You're not still running around the castle or anything like that...right?

Mask 090 - Ryoki

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

Hey. Any of you fuckheads see or hear from Ryoki recently? Looks like his name plate got knocked off during all this panic bullshit.

[No, he's not worried. But no, he doesn't know the truth yet.]

[Bruddah Filter (Luke and Sube...wherever they are. Let's say Caritas guys?)]

[Hey, sorry to say but Travis is having a bit of a meltdown in that Travis way. Which means he is swearing a blue streak and violently assaulting nearby unused furniture.

Look familiar, Subaru?]

(no subject)

[abadgirl.livejournal.com]

This is the part where we start playing that fucking shark theme.

Da nuh. Da nuh. Da nuh da nuh da nuh.

It's been over a day since the last kill.

You know what would be hilarious? If the guy died from some freak accident. Fell on his own weapon or someshit. That would be the best end to this ever.

Six Meatbuns

[recklesskitty.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to friends of Tao - which to her means anyone she has ever spoken at least once to]

Hey! Are you guys okay?? Tao's been in the Insolilololotus-nya but if anyone needs saving Tao can come get you and we can hide in there until that creepy guy is gone! Because-nyasu Tao's friends aren't allowed to die-nya... Tao already told Good Guy this - if you die Tao's going to come and beat you up! Got it?? So get somewhere safe or else!

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

Finally! Out of that stupid heat resistant suit! I never wanted to see that thing again, let alone when there was some nut running around killing people.

So you can stop laughing, Dante. Unless you want me to break your ja--

Huh? Wait, this isn't my... why is this transparent?! This isn't supposed to be see-through! What sort of pervert designed this thing?!

"Test"? A test plug suit?

the twenty-first;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( Dr. Albrecht Winston Cabot )

[ ooc; Carrying out the plan as stated in this entry, and we're assuming everyone is at their designated posts by now. I am so sorry, but the comments will have to be backdated a little, because I'm about to pass out and need a nap, and Kiku isn't on yet anyway. We can't get far without Albedo! I am partially awake now. ]

08

[glaciates.livejournal.com]

( private )

( Arthur )

Thunder Crack 006 - Murdered

[paid-the-price.livejournal.com]

[Another day, and another sweep of the first few floors of the castle. A simple, short and easy patrol that he would repeat a few more times during the day. Journal was on his person, having had opened up to a blank page.

It was going fine and dandy, until a deep seated sense, perhaps a paranoia, started playing against him. Something felt wrong. On this fourth floor of Paradisa, it felt like someone was watching him.

He turned around all at once, lightning crackling around his hand as he came to see...no one.] Great. Getting scared of shadows, Cole? Yeah, they're real threatening. [He turned back towards the original direction he was facing, again coming into contact with no one, and took another step forward.

Then he turned around again. He barely had enough time to make out the white coat before something big and sharp cut him shoulder to hip.]

AAAAAAAAGH-fuck! You son of a-[Alright, plan B then, as he stumbled to the ground, electricity coursed around him, clinging to his body like clothing. He could barely breath, and was blinded by pain and rage, but he waited until that sharp thing plunged back into his body before making his move.

There was a sickening final crackle before what could be best described as berserk electricity raged outwards. Only the very beginning of the contained electrical explosion could be made out, as the book was flung from his person and was fried to a crisp, cutting off the recording

The book was recovering, the recording beginning again to the silence of a hallway that is now a scorched and blackened mess. And while there was nothing new to hear, there was now the sight of crimson red covering the page messily.]

35.0

[encryptedlock]

[Room 1102/TARDIS filter]

[It's about time for the plan to be carried out and, while a part of him wishes he were there to help, York has a realistic view of his expectations if he were to actually seek this psycho out.

So instead he and Delta are leading the team that's protecting the TARDIS. He's not quite sure how he landed a job as a team leader, but at least he's helping.]

Any changes, D?

Negative. Monitoring radio frequencies for news. Motion detectors report no activity in the eleventh floor hallway.

Got it. The second you hear anything, let me know, okay?

Affirmative.

[Naturally, that doesn't reassure him as much as it normally would. So he paces back and forth in the room. Anyone staying in the TARDIS or helping to guard it, feel free to poke him!]

25 locks picked;

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

( Big Blue )

third mojito

[likedollclothes.livejournal.com]

[Sam is still hunkered down in the shooting range with Ruby, Fi and anyone else who was there. Way he figures it, they've got a fortified position, no point in abandoning it after all that work. Now, though, he's starting to get wound a little tight. And when he starts to get wound a little tight he needs to blow off a little steam.

So he's got the journal open next to him, just in case someone calls for help, and he's picking up one of the practice guns, loaded with practice rounds that can hurt people, but don't exactly pack the same punch as live ammo. No martini glasses in the practice sheet today. Right now he's pretty serious, as he speaks]

Nobody be alarmed -- I've got the journal open just in case something goes wrong, but this isn't somebody else being attacked. Just a little target practice.

[And there's the fair warning, before he actually starts firing]


[Open post via journal and/or at the shooting range if you happen to be there.]

(no subject)

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

[Peace Patrol Headquarters Filter]

[After the other groups had set off to their designated spots, Reno finished setting up the equipment in the headquarters so they will act as communicator between the different groups, as well as having a journal nearby as well. With nothing left to do until the plan starts, he leans back in the computer chair, sighing to himself]

Guess we just gotta wait...what a pain.

[OOC: This post is meant for anyone in the HQ BEFORE the plan is put into action. If your on the HQ team, feel free to comment around here]

The world’s most functional penknife has 87 tools

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

( Private )

(no subject)

[yerui.livejournal.com]

[Tris wakes up in a bed that definitely isn't in the inn she was staying in last night - and Chime and Little Bear are nowhere to be found. When she discovers that her hair is no longer in its neat braids, she finds it rather surprising that she's not surrounded by destruction - just one of the major braids would've been enough to flatten the inn she and Niko were staying in. And /that's/ annoying, because she knows that's not how magic works; all that energy can't just disappear.

So she starts investigating her surroundings. The clothes in her wardrobe, while nice - and her size - aren't made by Sandry, another clue that something's wrong. And then she finds the journal.

Being Tris, she sits down and starts reading it, sending scraps of wind out to pick up information for her, too.

And then she keeps reading.

And reads some more. For, uh, a couple of hours. By the time she's done, she's got a roaring headache from trying to absorb so much information (and secretly wondering how to reproduce the journals).]

Well, I could have picked a better time to come here, it seems. Sandry, Briar, are you all right?

(no subject)

[adventuring.livejournal.com]

[ Claire could deal with death. She'd done it with Steve, and while it wasn't something particularly high on her list, she could most likely deal with it again. And she was, all the time with this stupid castle. She was managing to keep her head held high, and when her and Leon split up to go search the castle for anyone left, she'd gone to her brother's room to check up on him. It was then she saw his door tag was no more. Claire just kind of stood there, shocked. Her voice came out in a whisper. ]

.. Chris, no.

[ It wasn't death, but it certainly felt like it. Taking a deep breath, Claire walked into her brothers room: empty, just like she'd expected. Any sign that he was there, was no more, and she couldn't help but slink on the edge of his bed. She set her gun down next to her and just stared foward, aimlessly. ]



[ OOC: Open! Any passerby's or people trying to clear out the castle can probably find emo!Claire, since she left the door wide open. =( ]

002

[sealyourfate.livejournal.com]

[Filtered: Away from the killer]

Thank you to everyone who assisted me, I... hope it was not any trouble. There are a lot of things I want to ask but this is the wrong moment- but Lelouch was here- [scribbled out]

I may be newly arrived but if there is anything I can do, I'll try!

And to everyone, please stay safe.

06

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[The Question is pacing. He’d like to offer some words of advice but all he manages is a rather weak: ] But they’ll come back right? [which fades as he walks away from his journal]

[Then from further away] Damn superpowers…

[Then written: ] I haven’t got any powers or anything, but if anyone needs help with something…

86th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[dictated quietly, absently]

They just keep coming and coming...

[A pause, and then] At least they come back in the end, right?! At home, we wouldn't be this lucky!

Ah...

[Really, it's hard to stay optomistic in a situation like this, but he's been trying to smile- for himself, for his friends... anyone who needed it. His wings flutter quietly, awkwardly- at a loss for what to do, all he can think of is sticking by his friends. The man was a demon, or so he was told. Without Palutena's gifts, he doubted his chances against this mysterious new foe, but... despite that, he would protect those he could, those who were dear to him.

He had to.]

(no subject)

[vengefullight.livejournal.com]

( Aaron (Private) )

So. How many are dead?

(no subject)

[yeahitsortofis.livejournal.com]

( DC Universe/Marvel Superheroes )

87th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[ooc: sorry for the spam guys;; ]

[Pit and Princess Yue had agreed upon his escorting her to a safer place. He doesn't trust this Zuko character too much, but perhaps it's simply his own protectiveness of the princess- the two had grown quite close during his stay at the castle, and should any harm... any more harm befall her...

Pit chooses not to think about it for now- they'd be fine. He has Meta Knight along with him, and that's protection enough, isn't it?]

Come on, Sir Meta! We're almost there!

[In the darkness, however, he loses track of himself and strays from Meta Knight's sight as they make their way to meet the Princess. His footsteps can still be heard- running along for a few seconds before stopping suddenly. There's silence save for but a soft choking noise at first, and then... rrrrip.

He's screaming now, but only briefly- the ripping noises only become more rapid, and the frantic cries die down almost as quickly as they started. Something falls with a wet noise ontop of the journal, splashing deep red across the page--

And there in the darkness, standing over a mess of feathers and blood and Gods know what else is a certain someone else, waiting expectantly for the angel's knight to catch up to the scene.]

[ooc: For plot reasons, Cabot and Meta Knight are going to duke it out for a little bit so if speedsters and such could hold off on the zipping to the moider scene for a little bit that would be all kinds of awesome? :D;; ]

(no subject)

[abadgirl.livejournal.com]

[The sound of a flask being unscrewed, and the sound of velcro being ripped open. Batting gloves, don't you know. She picks at them for a second, the leather creaking as she tugs them into position. Then there's the sound of liquid being poured over something, liberally. And, to boot, she's humming the theme from Psycho. Cheerily.

And then she pauses, and sighs. Annoyed:]

Are you fucking peeping on me?

[The sound of fire flaring up on pure vermouth. Whoosh.]

Schyeah, bit––[a scream]


[Blood.

Everywhere.]



[And to anyone visiting: her room is kind of unique. She's got astroturf floors and lots of pink, retro furniture, and a giant machine with a conveyor belt on it. There are trenches full of body parts and a few leather-clad male bodies laying around.]

(no subject)

[yeahitsortofis.livejournal.com]

( Filtered from Cabot, as well as anyone who claims to be in alliance with him )

[ooc; um i took the current floorplan, so there might be some mistakes in it, still, like people who have been dropped still have rooms. please ignore that... i'm too lazy to go and erase names. :) thank you! ♥]

... uh, what?

[comemyhunnies.livejournal.com]

... I think I totally missed something.

Why's the castle empty?

(ooc; De-hiatus post! Zelos was eaten by the castle since I have absolutely NO GOOD EXCUSE. ♥)

(no subject)

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

( Cabot )

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[a scoff as Teresa grabs her journal--well, that's where that smell was coming from]

These pages reek of blood. It's disgusting.

Convenient for keeping a body count, but I certainly hope this fool makes a mistake quickly so this can be over with.