☾o15.

[bedninja]

[For a long while, the only thing the journal actually picks up are the sound of slightly forlorn ribbits, though it only occurs every few minutes without any other sound in the background. Finally, though, the journal owner (who, in fact, is not a frog!) does speak up.]

...It would seem that the Castle has decided to send the Noah known as Wisely home. [It’s odd, isn’t it? The way his voice is even, calm, and collected, while entirely lacking any of its usual cheerfulness.]

It is rather commonplace to announce departures over the journals, so I thought it would be best if I did so. Unless someone would like him for themselves, I will also be keeping his pet frog.

( Those fighting the Noah and Akuma + any remaining Noah )

♰ third night

[crystalize.livejournal.com]

( private )

( teresa )

[ For any night owls lurking in City Royale, she's seated near the fountain in her uniform with her journal in tow, carefully scanning through pages. Castiel was right -- even if it wasn't the quietest place to linger, it was soothing in a way. Maybe it was the way the water trickled into the fountain behind her or the fact that there seemed to be an endless amount of stars in the sky.

Paradisa, it really is something.. ]

032

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

[journal opens in the middle of... sora's sentence.] "-sheet of paper" - aw, man, I have to do it over? It's really big! [... a sigh, and then, painstakingly, the following drawing appears in the journal.]



[a few grumbles, then the moon and the rather large aquatic mammal appear in the sky as very quick doodles] Man, this looks kind of...

[[ooc: mostly for roxas, but open for ALL KINDS OF BUGGING. he's outside in the garden... working furiously. *^* also what hiatus sfjjio]]

002.

[trollheart.livejournal.com]

Hello, residents of Paradisa. I'm not entirely surprised to say that everyone was incredibly unhelpful the last time I made an entry like this. Then again, considering none of you seem truly interested in looking beyond your own limited perspective, I really should have expected it! After all, a murder mystery isn't even remotely interesting to someone who can't even read, riiiiiiight? [giggle ♥]

Speaking of apathy fueled by ignorance, I would like to speak about death. In fact, I would very much like to speak with anyone who was stupid enough to get killed during their time here. There is no need to be shy, please step up! I've read all about the murders of that man named Cabot, and I am very interested in the victim's experiences.

However, even if you were killed in another sort of incident, I would still enjoy hearing your story. And please, don't leave out any details. I am only interested in discovering the complete truth.

057

[windsturms.livejournal.com]

[in the clinic, a mass of rumpled sheets hanging off one of the beds unravels, exposing a bleary-eyed Hartmann in all her semi-awake glory idiocy]

Where is I? Who am this place...?

[and then multiple sets of memories merge together, making her wince a little]

... Oh.

[it's an "oh" that could mean anything or nothing, really -- oh, my notbro's such a dumb jerk; oh, this blanket is scratchy; oh, thanks so much for making this stupid bump on my head, whoever you are -- among various interpretations.

Come talk to her in person/over the journal?]

[ooc: so, urm, canon update, she has it. still pretty much the Hartmann you should come to expect, though. NO DRAMATIC CHANGES OR WHATEVER

and I must sleep, tags will come later]

11 - A Space of Her Own - 11

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Gino )

( York )

( Rin )

( TonyStark )

( Sam )

( Bart )

[dictated] I’m guessin’ the weather ain’t gonna stay pretty like this forever. And I ain’t plannin’ on startin’ up a shop or nothin’. Not official-like. But if I can get a real workable space, I ain’t against lendin’ a hand to anyone needs some small fixins. If you got a particular rush, though, you might wanna let me know, seein’ as things are gonna start backin’ up, if I keep takin’ on new work.

[And, filters set, she’s going across the hall from where she’s staying with Wash and Zoe to the room that actually has her nameplate on it. Seeing as the Meta’s safely locked away, even her tiny reason for staying out of it is gone and, the more projects she gets the more she needs a real work space. The stables won’t work forever.

So today, she’s taking full advantage of the castle and wishing up the work benches and tools and space she’ll need, getting the ghosts to help her arrange things before really getting to work. She’s immersed in her work, but the door is open, so anyone passing by the 5th floor hallway is welcome to come in and hang out with the cheerful mechanic]


[ooc:open over journal and in person]

[050] Herald of winter

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

( Abel )

( Elektra )

( Molotov Cocktease )

( Charlie )

[Amongst the fallen leaves in the main grounds, there is one shinigami captain running through sword drills, training with a katana.

He looks proficient with the blade, a relaxed slope to his shoulders saying he's doing this more for relaxation than pushing himself... that is until he has to pause to cough, and then sigh.]

It seems winter really is just around the corner.


[ooc: Totally open over the journal, or in person]

#005

[sonoflothar.livejournal.com]

[What a weird month it's been for this old Paladin. His lady shows up, he keeps a secret from her, she couches him, then there's Arthas, and they have a very unsatisfying fight, and... blah. Everything sucks, which is why he's spent a good while meditating and fasting and trying to listen to the Light like a good little warrior-priest. Now, it's time to actually be social again!]

Hallow's End approaches, and I understand the world most of you are from celebrates a similar holiday. What has this castle done so far in honor of it, over the years?

The bell chimes twice// 1st day

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

[library filter]

[Rhyme's not too sure how she got to the library herself, but she's there, almost swallowed up by the rows and rows of books in front of her. As an avid book junkie, she was very happy here. The library at home was nothing like this. It was run down and unkept, but she'd managed to go there nearly every day. She planned on keeping it that way here, too.

If she didn't get lost trying to find the place, that is.

She pushed that aside (getting lost? her? it wouldn't be too bad, she used to live in a city!), now getting herself deeper into the maze known as the library. She picked a black-covered book on a whim, amd she opened it.]

Huh?

[The book was full of empty pages. A sketchbook, probably. Another one of Rhyme's passions, though she herself didn't think she was very good. With some difficulty, she headed back out to a table, sitting down and opening the book. She quickly wrote 'Raimu Bito' on it, as a safety measure, then opened to a clean page. She started drawing, and by the end, she was shocked at what she saw. It was a wolf-like creature, one that had been haunting her. It had some sort of trigger, but it triggered nothing other than fear in Rhyme. A small gasp is heard.]

((ooc:If you need to see the drawing, it's here: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/051/3/6/Wolf_Noise_by_halexer.jpg . It's a wolf noise.))

Log 077: Preparation

[ruin-mania.livejournal.com]

[Like any good monster hunter zoologist, Raine is in the library once again reviewing the information it contains on how to deal with traditional Halloween creatures (and, for reference as she's from a different world entirely, what all constitutes a traditional Halloween creature).

The following is written.]

[Filtered away from anyone who would use this information to harm nonthreatening residents]
List of Potential Halloween Threats and Possible Means of Combat

Natural:
Black Cats
Bats - bright lights
Rats
Spiders - fire

Supernatural:
Werewolves - silver, holy water
Jack-o-lanterns - sledgehammer
Ogres
Goblins
Gargoyles
Witches - soapy water (?)
Scarecrows - fire
Demons - holy water, holy magic, exorcism
Shapeshifters - silver bullets
Wendigoes - silver-tipped arrows
Hellhounds

Undead:
Zombies - shotgun, beheading
Vampires - cross, holy water, garlic, sunlight
Ghouls
Revenants
Banshees - earplugs
Mummies - fire
Ghosts - noncorporeal attacks, solve their problem

Miscategorized:
Clowns

[dictated]

Does anyone have anything to add?

five - you be my detonator

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

[Talk about loose ends.

She's seen most of the announcements made for people coming and going and knows about how these things like this are supposed to go. And since she hasn't seen it pop up anywhere else on the journal...]

Um... For anyone who might like to know, it looks like Captain Hammer has gone home. [she actually sounds a little sad about this and she's totally sulking on one of the couches in the lobby for anyone who'd like to run across her in person. Of course, she's also not very good at sulking so it shouldn't take much to cheer her back up.]

(no subject)

[heirdom]

[Damian's sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s–– alone. Such is life when you are a broody little snotbag. Where is this tree, you ask? The apple orchard every mun including me forgets about. Yeah, that one.

Ahem. Damian is sitting in a tree. He has his journal open but is otherwise just chillin'.]


You know what is stupid?

Halloween.

You could have interested me if it was legitimately scary in Paradisa, but judging by previous years it isn't. You become what you wear? Stupid. It's a haunted house? Also stupid. Zombies and spiders? I actually like spiders, and zombies are easy. Grab a flamethrower and there's no problem.

If the castle pulls any of that nonsense this year and reduces something that is SUPPOSEDLY fun to "and then a skeleton popped out!" I don't want anything to do with it and no one's going to make me dress up in some stupid costume. Maybe I'll be Batman.

I'd rather be fighting crime. Last year I collected a bag of criminals' teeth, and that was exciting.

And I'll egg anyone with a bad costume. Alien harlot, Stephanie Brown, Carrie, Max, Jilly and any other girl I know who is probably going to use this as an excuse to wear something slutty, you've been warned.

[ooc: journal or in person, idgaf 8)]

-51- Finish What You Started

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[she'd spent the whole day out flying-- over the color-changing trees, flirting dangerously with the edge of the barrier, looking for anything interesting out on the horizon, but there was ultimately nowhere to go. As usual. So, she finally comes home, parking her ship in its usual spot next to the Castle as the sun is beginning to set. And... she doesn't really go anywhere after shutting off the engine. Popping open the hatch, she pulls herself out onto the arm of her ship and takes a seat, swinging her legs.

Soon, she pulls out her journal, and her compact mirror. After opening the journal, she opens the mirror, pulling it close to her face so she could gaze at her reflection. Running a fingertip over the edge of her teeth-- feeling the absence of needle-sharp points.]

I hate this time of year. ...It's depressing.

001

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

[A wild Sofia appears in the lobby of the castle. If by wild we mean a very confused young Hispanic teenager. She's still in her X-gear uniform, a yellow and white costume with her belly showing and a yellow sash wrapped around her waist.]

...What? Am I dreaming? What's going on?

𝚻 sixteen

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't know how long it's been since he initially woke up back in Stark's prison, he wasn't paying attention, but however long it's been has been entirely torture for him; no AIs, no armor, his body patched and wrapped and warnings from Washington that if he tries to move too much, he'll just get sedated until he's healed.]

[So, he's turned to the journal for entertainment. It's been entirely disappointing so far.]

[Grumbling,] Isn't there anything interesting going on? Where are the screams, the blood? We miss that.

[[Open as a 24 hour supermarket! Crazy Maine for pokings!]]

♛ 10

[emit.livejournal.com]

[Roof Filter]

[After her little blow up with Allen, Kallen's made her way to the roof with the journal left back in her room. Here she's sitting, scowling as she faces the forest.]