(no subject)

[madetobe.livejournal.com]

[a clanging sound as something clatters to the floor, a sheathed sword

in the lobby is a very confused nine-year-old kid dressed in bandages and a coat]

A-Alma?!

[he spins around, this wasn't the womb room...]

Where am I...?

[A CURSE because he almost trips on something; he's fighting with it!]

Get out of my way, coat!

An Order uniform... an exorcist...?

[ETA: dictated later on, in ALLEN's voice]

Alma, could you come to the clinic?


[OOC: KID KANDA IS IN THE CASTLE. Come IDK pinch his cheeks or something.]

viii

[alyingsmile.livejournal.com]

... Oh my.

[This, ladies and gentleman, is a naked man in your hallways. Save for the shorter, sunnier hair - it could be a man many of you know well. He doesn't seem particularly distressed at his state of undress. No, in fact, he's striding along at a leisurely pace and the only thing he seems to be doing is trying to relocate his room.It would appear that his little vacation into town had not been for the best.]

It's a bit chilly.

[ooc; loss! this guy is going to be wandering all over trying to find his way around. just say where your character bumps into him and we can party from there!]

~ fifth fairy tale

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

Rory! Where are you? We're going to that screening of Mandibles in the movie theater!

(no subject)

[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[somewhere in the garden, 6 has discovered a large, tall flower. he can pull the stem back, back, back, hop on, and launch himself a few feet through the air like a catapult. he laughs and almost always managed to land on his feet, like a kid seeing how high they can jump off a swingset.]

Fun! Fun!

[when you're seven inches tall and haven't really ever seen plant life before, this is a grand adventure! he's been doing this all evening, so anyone passing by might notice the commotion... or get hit in the leg by a flying automaton.

...hey, no one said he had to have good aim.]

005;

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

( Forest Filter; several miles from Paradisa )

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[FILTERED AWAY FROM RIFUL, CLARE, AND PRISCILLA]

... I feel I should do some explaining, now that things have settled down. I'm unsure what is public knowledge. I've been a little... preoccupied, understandably.

Riful of the West is what is known as an Abyssal One. When the half-monster, half-human warriors of my world lose control, they become what we call Awakened beings. The Abyssal Ones are the most powerful of these creatures. I'm sure those of you that saw her true form find the name fitting.

Riful is searching for powerful allies. Why would she want powerful allies here, in a land in which hardly anything is worth conquering? She's clearly one of the most powerful beings in Paradisa as of this moment.

There is one here that Riful herself fears.

Priscilla. Her strength and power is immense--beyond your imagination. This is why she wants allies. She needs them if she hopes to stand her ground if Priscilla regains her senses.

[A pause; she's never been good at dealing with people. That, and she's not in a very good mood to begin with.]

I'm sure there are some questions. I will do my best to answer them. For now, I suggest no one provokes Priscilla. And if Riful attempts to contact you--over the journals or otherwise--do not give in to her requests, no matter what the consequence. Whatever she promises you... it's not worth being killed by Priscilla or herself.

( [riful] )

( [failtastic six + dick and allen] )

( [clare] )

∂ first found object

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[The scrape of metal against wood floors is loud, heavy in her ears.]

Si- [Her throat feels raw, the voice tired almost.] Simon?

[There's a bit of panic. She remembers, she knows she went to sleep.]

Simon? [The panic grows, becoming more aware of the actual where of her situation. Where did they take her? What could she have done? Serenity, the hum of her is gone. It's so different... so full of echoes and the ghosts, she knows they had names... things have names and proper nouns are never to forget their - forget. She was supposed to forget. Erase it. It's gone. Like a gap. A space. Empty.]

They took it... Simon? They took it and I can't find something that fits... [she gets up, her arms still bound in the handcuffs, the weight of them heavy as they clunk to the door as she opens it, heading into the hall]

Go to ground. When...? When did we go to ground?

☢EIGHT

[unhands.livejournal.com]

[ so this guy. used his last burst of energy to fly straight home. and collapsed into a ridiculous sleep for like, the past three days. 36 hour nap. yyyyeahhh. so the first thing he does when he gets up? grab his journal and start dictating into it rather. clumsily ]

God. . .Okay. I need a telepath. A psychic. Whatever it is you call them. And not one of those, "Oh, I can read your mind" nonsense. I need someone who knows what the hell they're doing. Who's really damn good at what they do.

If you can't give me that, then just. Someone who can make things happen. Grant wishes, warp dimensions, whatever -- Ow. Ow.

[ pause and then he's throwing up a filter. ]

( [ Filtered to the Failtastic Six] )

[ and for people who feel the need to visit him. he's crashed out in his room. enjoy. ]

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[There's a rustling of bed sheets, and a soft fluttering as a room that hasn't been changed in two weeks slowly accustoms itself to the feeling of someone moving around inside.

The scrape and click of a lighter brings Del's room out of the dark, and then there's a moment of silence]

It forgot to stay the same.

((ooc: So... Yeah... Sorry...?))

body count: OVER NINE THOUSAAAAND

[alucloset.livejournal.com]

[should anybody have the absolutely horrific fortune to be in the kitchen today, they'll find Alucard struggling to cook what looks like... pancakes. or, well, more accurately, a sauce for said pancakes. the cakes themselves are sitting very politely on their plate, piled high and perfectly browned. however, the prolific number of saucepans on the stove doesn't bode well for Alucard's mood.]

[the baby cockatoo in a breadpan nearby is peeping over the metal rim, eyes bright with curiosity. occasionally it flutters its half-pinfeathered, half-feathered wings and utters a loud call.]

"Cook until brown, but not caramelized." Bah! BAH! [HE PULLS OUT HIS GUN. CLEARLY HE IS ABOUT TO SHOOT THE OVEN OH MY GOD HELP-]

((OOC: Feel free to drop by and snag a cake, pet the birdie, or attempt to prevent oven homicide! OPEN TO ALL~<3))

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

( Yoshiya; )

[there's a quick sound of ruffling here. almost like a bird rucking up all its feathers before it settles. dictated,]

You know... the manor out there. Isn't finding that strange?

It makes me wonder how well we really have the ground we live on, that the castle apparently seems to control, mapped. I mean, Riful couldn't have built that, right? It looked pretty old and like it wasn't in the best shape, and I've never heard anyone mention it before - any of our longer-term residents care to chip in with regards to that? Do we know this place was around? Or was it just something the castle sort of extruded, for her to hide out in, because she wanted it?

[a pause, and then a tiny amused noise.] Extruded. I make it sound like the castle just popped that thing out of the ground. Like growing a wart. A mansion-wart. Which is a pretty disgusting thought, now that I think of it. Maybe it's more like a bean sprout. Let's call it that. The castle grew a bean sprout.

But regardless of that... isn't it unusual? Isn't is strange? How many other places might there be like that, out and waiting to be discovered?

It makes me realize how hard it is to do anything here, on the castle's ground. They say that he who holds the earth can conquer heaven, and, well... the castle holds the earth. And all the cards. [that sharp, ruffling noise again, and then tap-tap-tap.] Basically, even as we try to learn more, we're doing it in the midst of the castle's grounds and power. I'm saying this stuff because it's letting me say this stuff, wouldn't you agree? Presuming that it's aware and sentient as we say, and how clearly it can do whatever it wants. I'm proposing all of these theories and things and it's just letting me. Every time we think we spite it, it's just letting us get away with whatever we think we're so good getting by. Which leads me to wonder how much progress we can really make with anything, centralized here the way we are...

[a pause.]

[ruffle. tap tap tap.] Pretty unnerving.

[tap tap tap.] Hmm... you know, I made some miso soup and rice, and there's still extra left. It's just in the kitchen, so anyone who comes by can help themselves, if they want.

[ruffle ruffle tap tap tap. Rin is sitting at the kitchen table, soup and rice near at hand, finishing off shuffling a deck of cards v. thoroughly before starting to set up a game of solitaire. of course, it's only a game of solitaire for now, depending on those who might show up and what they potentially would want to play.]

♃ - iii

[narrowcage.livejournal.com]

[ ganymede couldn't do much about all the events happening since, you know, he kind of can't leave the castle. so at the moment, he's quietly skulking walking around the castle, poking around the lobby, checking under furniture, totally ignoring the fact that the game room even exists.... maybe or maybe not looking for a certain god that really hasn't shown his stupid face in a while. it's totally suspicious to him. ]

I swear, if this is another game...

[ feel free to run into this very pretty ancient greek :'3 ]

~3 Written

[i-barnabas.livejournal.com]

[He was fairly certain he wasn't going to get much useful information. In fact, he was relying on it; He really didn't want Angelique to get her powers back. However, it wouldn't hurt to see what the other castle residents knew and a visible attempt to gather information would assure Angelique of his good intentions.]

I gather that many of you have been here for quite sometime. Have any of you made any progress looking into the nature of the castle's magic? Or, more specifically, how to regain that which it has taken from us?

[He pauses. Should he do this? It wasn't necessarily a good idea to provoke someone who has proven herself dangerous and he was quite certain that hearing from him would not please her... In the end, his curiosity proves to be stronger than his caution.]

( Riza Wildman )



first new york minute;

[mrsawesome.livejournal.com]

[true to form, the journal is falling open conveniently during a new arrival's panicky first moments. That is, the moment right after she practically falls out of her bed panicking.]

--arshall? Marshall!

[the door creeeeeaaaaaks as she pokes her head out into the hall... then slams abruptly as she retreats back into her room.]

Ohhhhh, wow. Okay, don't freak out. My name's on the door, that can't be a bad sign, right? Just... weird. And kind of creepy. I'll just stay here, and... and....

Oh god.

(no subject)

[heirdom]

( Okami filter. )

♟ o39

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ FILTERED AWAY FROM RIFUL, PRISCILLA AND ANY ALLY OF THEIRS ]

There are several dead people in the city, probably not from the Castle since their bodies haven't disappeared. They've all been cut in half at the waist and are all identical; they're clean. Their innards are missing, possibly eaten. [ you know what this means ]

I asked around for any information but it was all the same, they didn't see anything but heard "metallic" noises before discovering the bodies. Most likely Riful or Priscilla, yes?

( oz )

(no subject)

[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

[So after getting over the whole 'near death experience via undead alien' thing, Gino can be found in the lobby, laying on the couch with his legs hanging over one arm. Clearly it's a very noblemanly way of sitting. He has his Tristan key wrapped around his wrist, and he's also wearing his god-awful blue jacket since summer is the time of bad fashion, so if anyone wanders by their gaydars may be going 'PING!'. He's holding his journal open, lazily flipping through it.]

I imagine I'm not the only one stuck here who's alone from their home world. The idea of it makes it feel kind of lonely, but at the same time, is it actually a good thing for some people? Maybe the company of others here lets it slip the mind, if anyone gets it at all? Do some enjoy being the only one from their world residing here?

[He shakes his head and laughs.]

Maybe I'm just overthinking it. I guess I am kind of curious what others think about it, though.

(no subject)

[liberaldouche.livejournal.com]

[Recorded over the journals]

Permission to come aboard!

Granted!

[And this cute little moment is followed by a nice dull thud and Dinah falls onto a bed somewhere in the castle... only the thing is...]

... [There's a muffled growl--someone just voiced their vast and varied frustrations--and beating the bed with their fist]

Olliiie! You'd better have put Clark up to this--!

I just got back from being kidnapped, I'm not about to put anyone up to anything. But if you don't mind, you wanna tell me where the hell you just disappeared to?

♐ twenty-sixth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

[he's not even sure how to filter this anymore, because he can't say "people that know him" cause now there are two of him... going for specific names seems smart?]

( Clark, Lois, Elektra, Grayson, Cordy, Moonbay, Max, People he met during the last plot, Anyone that wants to laugh at him about this that he's met? )

666

[heirdom]

[There's the thud of boots on the floor as the Batman walks. He's talking to himself, in a low, displeased voice, unaware of the journal in his pocket:]

A strange castle in a strange land, with a blue moon and an unfamiliar geography. Kidnapped by "the castle." Like chess pieces, they're pawns to a castle. But who, then, is the king? It doesn't...

Tt. Surprising, that some form of Hell would look so well-kept.






[ooc: Okay, I was too excited to wait longer. Loss start. Open or via journal.]