first hellsing

[integrability.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps another woman may have screamed to find herself so abruptly shifted from the burning banks of the Thames to a silent library, wondering they had lost their mind from the hell that London had become. But Integra was not other women, and nor was she any stranger to the occult. Although there were no records she knew of that dealt with temporal shifts, she could not rule out their existence when so much else that was supposed to be mythology had proven true.

Her shoes click softly on the floor as she walks over to the window, surveying a scene in silence that was most certainly not the world she had left behind. Mind whirling in confusion, she allowed none of it to display on her face -- if there was something she had learned in her years, it was not to give away more than necessary, and it was more than probable she was being watched.

But by who? Millennium? Iscariot?

Back towards one of the tables and her eyes fell on a book with her name on the cover. Even if it proved a dangerous or falsely laid trail of information, it would be well to read it and garner any information she could. As she opens the pages of her journal, the only sound broadcast to the population at large would be the click of a cigar case opening, and then the soft flick of a metal lighter.

It is some hours (and several cigars) later, that she feels she has read enough to glean at least the basic information needed -- assuming, of course, that she took this ludicrous tale of kidnapping castles, wishes and losses at face value. The voice the dictates is cultured and British, unhurried and with the distinct undertone of one who is used to being obeyed without question. It is preceded by yet another flick of that lighter, and a soft exhalation of smoke.]

To those who are listening to these words now; you have gained a new ally against those who would dare hold us captive from our worlds and duties.

[A pause; contemplative.]

Alucard, I know you are here. Come to me immediately.


[ooc: Open! Over the journals, or in the library -- feel free to tell her it's probably non-smoking.]

fighting the corpses of roses

[alucloset.livejournal.com]

[So Para, you've always wanted a tall, undead menace to Nazis and God-fearing police alike practicing with a heavy broadsword somewhere out back in the gardens, right? Well, it's your lucky day, because there's Alucard, and there's a sword in his hand! You should go talk to him.

He totally won't bite at all!]

it resulted in three blackouts (and one fire)

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

[The journal falls open as Newton Pulsifer places it nearby the computer he has found in the library. Electronics and technology have always fascinated him since he was a kid, so he's taken it on himself to learn the ways of these state-of-the-art computers.]

...This almost feels nostalgic. When was the last time I used a computer?

[And there is the quiet clacking of the keyboard, before it pauses unexpectedly. Newt lets out a small horrified gasp and then starts laughing nervously.]

Er...heheheheh...the computer isn't supposed to be smoking like that, is it? It-it can't seriously be on fire. At least, I don't think...

[A few coughs.]

I-I don't suppose anyone has a fire extinguisher around here...

[Congratulations, Newt, you have become the only person to make a computer start burning by simply logging onto it. Eris would be so proud.]

(no subject)

[tough-teacher.livejournal.com]

 Out of curiosity, what other holidays does this place acknowledge? [She would say "celebrate," but rabid turkeys aren't her idea of a good time.] Do they all tend to originate from the same place?

[And Izumi's in the library again. You may notice her quietly sketching a series of designs over a familiar looking map-testing them out. So far most that she's been able to come up with either don't fit with the few landmarks or aren't nearly powerful enough.

The powers of this place are different from the alchemy she's familiar with, but with just enough similarities to keep her from giving up on a connection entirely. She might be at this wild goose chase for a while.]

♐ thirty-eighth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

[the problem with duplicate people is that you never know how to make the filter the right way... even if they are "magic" he still wants to make sure he's doing his part]

( Kara the DinoSitter )

[otherwise, you can find Oliver in the library (shocking, I know) trying to find books on how to care for a dinosaur... which surprisingly enough? The Library HAS!

Obviously, you should bother him.]

dispelling the monster in the mirror

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

Who: Washington dontpatr0nizeme and Maine wearethemeta
What: WORKING OUT DEM ISSUEZ
When: After Washington's had time enough to recoup from his Dead Zone Ordeal
Where: Maine's cell in Stark's High High HIGH security prison
Rating: PG-13, because there will be swearing. Also, drama and angst galore, most likely.

( jesus I'm a broken man won't you make me whole again )

level 2

[unuuu.livejournal.com]

[Prepare yourself, Paradisa, for some horribly scribbled writing:]

H--ow --I am glad that suit was fixed. --hank you Hinata. You were a great help.

[And then suddenly, it melds into voice, that of an energetic young boy:]

Unuuu. Those turkeys were scary -- from earlier. Oh! I- [An awkward pause, and the child's speech suddenly turns serious, far more serious than predictable.]

I know this is a strange question, but... are there any demons here? Demons with books?

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[in the library, surrounded by books. his skitty is curled up in his lap and rubs its nose with its paw in its sleep. every once in a while, he closes the book he's on and rubs at his eyes. ow, headache.]

I wonder if I'll need glasses sometime...

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

12

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Parker is bored. Not knowing what she is about to start, she begins to sing a song.]

This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends...


(ooc: Parker is going on a very random, very brief loss. That is now passed on to everyone else! :D)

(no subject)

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( hallway filter )

♉ 004

[rocketchair.livejournal.com]

sOOOO, uHHHHHHH,
i WAS WONDERINGGGGG,
dOES ANYBODY HERE, kNOW ANYTHING,
aBOUT FIXING MECHANICAL THINGS,
uHH, mORE SPECIFICALLY,
tHINGS THAT ARE, lIKE,
pROSTHETIC LIMBS, aND STUFF,
aLONG THOSE LINES,
bECAUSE MAYBE, iF YOU DO,
iT WOULD BE COOL, iF I COULD GET,
mY LEGS TO WORK AGAIN,
sO i CAN GO LOOK, aT OTHER PLACES,
bESIDES INSIDE THE CASTLE,

[he pauses ...]

aLSO, wHY, dID THE CLUCKBEAST,
cROSS THE ROAD????

Seventh Punch

[craftingrebel]

[In lieu of trying to out of the castle more Kanji decided to check out the pet shop. He heard Yosuke-senpai talking about it and was curious to see what kind of animals it had. But before even getting to his destination he ended up running into a stray kitten. It looked friendly (and if it wasn't it obviously would have bitten Kanji's hand when he let the stray smell him) and it knew exactly what kind of look he needed to give Kanji in order for the blond to take him back.

Which leads us to the present with Kanji back in his room with a stray kitten.]

Man, I thought I was seein' stuff back there. But you really do have blue fur... I guess you're mine now, hmmmm. What should I call you?

What kinda names do people give their pets anyways?

❀ 002

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ since she is still not comfortable writing in a journal she's been told is magic, nor is she interested in reading other people's supposed 'private' entries, tomoe is going to learn about paradisa the old-fashioned way, dude. that is...walking around and looking at things. at least this time she isn't covered in blood with a shredded kimono, mmkay?

she's looking very dazed, though. that loss is kicking in, but of course she just assumes she's gone completely mad. why wouldn't she? she's a special flower, with special voices in her head. so...yes.

japanese lady walking around the castle grounds looking kind of like a stoner? check! open for bugging? check! ]

• VI •

[benevolentsong.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Colette )