(no subject)

[fearthebtrfly.livejournal.com]

[Monarch is pacing around his living room, dictating to the journal... and trying to contain the worry and panic in his voice.]

Um... has anyone seen my wife? Elle? She left to find a board game and never came back. I thought she was just off on one of her... things... but she didn't come home for Easter dinner and that's not like her...

I just want to make sure my pookums is okay... after what happened to her father...........

(no subject)

[true-superboy.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Standing on the roof looking down at the current state of the grounds]

Gross. Is it going to be like this for the whole month?

forward dated to dawn

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( roof filter )

[001] Arrival

[aroyal-pain.livejournal.com]

[There's the creaking of a bed, a disoriented groan, and an irritated voice.]

Didn't have to hit me so hard. What were you thinking?

Where on Earth did you bring me, anyway?

[Welcome to Paradisa, Endymion.]

Log 063: A Grey Day

[ruin-mania.livejournal.com]

[Out beyond the second barrier, everything is still and quiet except where the travelers themselves disturb the water. The land is flat enough that even though there are only a few inches of water on the ground, it almost appears as if they're in the middle of a vast ocean. This would make it very difficult to navigate, except that the direction of travel is confirmed whenever the sun or stars breaks free of the clouds. Weak sunlight filters down through the clouds duing the rest of the time and, although they're not near the area marked as the Fog yet, a light mist does rise from the waters.

The horses and other mounts don't seem to have a problem finding firm footing even under the water, but Raine's Quagsire, a swamp Pokemon, leads the way and informs them of any treacherous ground. He pulls along an inflatable raft filled with supplies and looks entirely at home. Raine is following closely begind him on the mongoose-dragon which once belonged to Azula.]

I wonder what it all looks like when it's dry.

((ooc: Open trip post or feel free to talk to them over the journal!))

Part the 3rd [Dictated. Action to Sakaki]

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[A rustle of silk and paper, and the clink of porcelain. All seems normal on this channa-]

Meow

[...wat. For a second, there's nothing...

Then, across the page, a little line of... kitty footprints. It looks like tea, considering the consistency, including the occasional leaf imprint. Well where the hell is the Medicine Seller? He wouldn't let a tea soaked cat walk all over his stuff, right?





Meanwhile~

There is now a rather oddly pattered kitty cat roaming the halls... seemingly looking for something, by the way it keeps scratching against each door it passes.]

[[ooc: Loss start! There's room for Two more!]]

thirtieth burn

[feel-theburn.livejournal.com]

[Michael's heading up the stairs in the castle. He's got his journal in his hand as he's just coming back from hanging out at the shooting range. He's busy thinking about cleaning up and going down to the kitchen when he feels a sudden force slam against him. His face goes into shock-mode and his arms fly to try and catch himself. His journal sails through the sky to land...somewhere. He doesn't even see that the force that hit him is Max, he just falls. Hard. And there's some tumbling down the stairs, but by the time he's tumbling, everything has already gone black...]


[Unconscous time starts. Max is used with permission from her mun. Anyone can feel free to see or hear this happen, but Michael won't be responding quite obviously.]

30 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

[He was just walking in the direction of the kitchen, mostly to make use of the muscles in his sore leg, and insure that his injury is healing correctly and everything works. Which clearly, was just a bad idea, because once he actually enters, his entire frame tenses in shock]

...Noah!

╪ 020

[rasenhadou.livejournal.com]

[the journals are picking up the tail end of a loud CRASH!, followed by a vicious hissing noise. Only moments later that's being overtaken by a monstrously deafening bellow. And faintly, almost inaudible due to the thunderous noises already mentioned, a pig can be heard squealing.

Looks like something is going on out in the swamp....]

... Not very tough, are they?

((Giant alligator vs. giant cobra fuck yeah))

Duel 022; open or dictated~

[parasited.livejournal.com]

[as if blown open by some sort of wind the journal catches the shuffle of pages and then a very distinct chiming sound, and a distracted but enthused voice of one residential limey in the castle; he's been up on the roof mucking about with the Ring in an attempt to control it better, soooo...guess who just got a crapload of its power flowing?]

So this is what it feels like... I had no idea it would be this simple...



[[ooc; his loss should have ended by now buuuuut I got dragged away on surprise!vacation so this will be the last post for his loss o/;; anyone who can feel dark/evil energies should be able to sense something here! Whoops unleashing the source of evil and darkness up on your roof ):]]

ten cries

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[all at once, it was missing. It was gone. For the first time since he'd acquired the limb, that aching hum that ran endlessly through the bones of his left arm abruptly stops. The noise and tension that had buzzed in the back of his mind for years inexplicably goes quiet, leaving his ears ringing in the silence. Reflexively, he lashes out at the mind that should have been there-- Vash! ...VASH! --but gropes mentally into nothing but emptiness]

[almost blindly, he staggers into the hall] ....Vash!

[...he was alone]

No... [numbly, he wanders further down the hall] ...No no... It can't be--!

[abandoned by both master and prey now, he has nothing. He was nothing.
...and someone needed to pay.]


((ooc: Legato's breakdown has begun! Please read here before showing up in person, but random journal spectating/replying is open to anyone!))

Episode 22

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[on his shift in the clinic, just cleaning up some stuff when...]

I'm sure we had more than that. [checks the inventory list] We have blood missing from the clinic. Who would steal-- [rethinks that; maybe he doesn't want to know the answer to this question]

[ open || action ]

[cognisadist.livejournal.com]

[ In one of the hallways of the castle, there is a very blatant tripwire stretched across the ground at about shin-level. No one else is in sight, and it doesn't appear to be attached to any overtly obvious trap or pitfall; what do you do?! ]




_{[ ooc | Torture and general mind fuckery may be involved in this post, so please approach with caution &hearts ]}

⇒ 21

[whatialways_do]

[After this little incident Max hauled Michael's unconscious ass into the clinic and dropped him down on one of the gurneys. There didn't seem to be any doctors around (thank God) but she'll be leaving a note explaining what happened.

She didn't mean to bump into the guy, but for some reason it meant she needed to take care of him. Go figure.

She picks up her journal and scribbles this in later:]

[Clinic People]

There's a guy in the clinic named Michael Westen. He took a pretty hard spill down the stairs but it seemed like it was just a bump on the head and nothing else to serious. I'm not sure if he's got anyone that knows more about his medical history, but I definitely wasn't going to be any help, so I didn't stick around.

Just ... if someone could keep me posted, that'd be good. He's a friend.

(no subject)

[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[the castle gave him a gigantic sheet of paper, which was very nice of it. 6 is currently in a corner of the lobby, shuffling around between his various inkwells and seemingly random points on the paper, sometimes leaving little inky footprints across it as he goes. he's just drawing little lines with his pen-nib fingers, some scratches here and there, sometimes broken by a longer sweep of his arm. he's kind of a mess, but he looks completely absorbed by what he's doing. almost like he's... possessed, or something.

which he might be. he can only see the tiny details as they come to him, jotting down whatever flits across his vision as well as he can, but to anyone taller than seven inches? they can look down and clearly see the image of a hawk, with razor-wings and gnarled talons. it has a frightening red eye, too--thanks to the girl who told him about color. it's in flight, perhaps about to snatch something up.

he seems oblivious to any other presence in the lobby. care to break his train of thought?]


[ooc: backdated to yesterday when it was... actually relevant. /sobs /fails. for reference, his style looks like this. ]

024 - Here be Dragons

[cantsinganote.livejournal.com]

[Used to living in Sherwood Forest, the mud and soggy undergrowth didn't bother Allan as he went outside to train, unfortunately the alligators did.

Have a sudden yelp before the sound of hacking]

Bloody hell! There's fucking dragons out here!

Night 011;

[wiseassly.livejournal.com]

Dambit... Fir's by eye, now by noze. Dis sugzs.....



[[ooc; ARTHUR YOU'RE SO MEAN. HDU HURT HIS NOSE )8 but yeah asjkfka he's kind of moping in the kitchen now, holding ice on his face]]

xxii.

[jack-maid.livejournal.com]

[not being able to catch that unicorn last week had been quite a disappointment; she was looking forward to experimenting with it using horse meat recipes :(

The onset of swampy conditions was a welcome change, because of all the plus-sized ingredients which came with it! Hunting them down proved to be an easy task, though skinning the crocodile was tedious. Even now when she's cutting unused parts into more regular-sized slabs for storage, some effort is required.

For those of you passing by the kitchen, wonderful scents are floating out from the open door. It's probably the turtle soup (or the smell of blood from the crocodile flesh), something she learned to make when researching Chinese recipes.

Come bother? There's plenty to eat]

section 2, article 1

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

["Good" Psychics Filter]

There's a psychic torturing residents - including a child - in the 4th floor hallway. Please help.

[/filter]

((OOC: Anyone interested can follow the link to the proper thread in Legato's post!))