eighth rune :: unholy

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[There's a dead elf brooding all over your town, Paradisa. Koltira's meandering down the moonlit streets, occasionally sipping from a silver flask and looking even more dolorous than usual.]

( Thassarian )

( Liadrin. )

[despite that last filter, keen listeners may catch Koltira muttering 'merely a setback, though' into his journal.]

My word is my will

[integrability.livejournal.com]

Who: Integra and Legato
When: February 3rd
What: Eris starts to have an effect on both
Where: The gym
Rating: Creeper? Idk...

( Dark Obsession )

♞ | 033 | room 1010 filter

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

( room 1010 filter )

[OOC: FIIIIINALLY BACK. I PROMISE NEVER TO KEEP YOU WAITING THIS LONG EVER AGAIN! OPEN POST WILL FOLLOW TOMORROW!]

✘ sixteenth

[reshaper.livejournal.com]

( filtered to shin (room filter) )

( filtered to friends of julian )

( filtered to new x-men (plus jono) )

[ in the early afternoon, after she finished up some serious training with a certain newly acquired teacher, Cessily has found herself in the kitchen with a music player clipped to her waistband and a pair of ear-buds in each ear. while whipping up a quick snack, she's graduated from humming the current song she's listening to singing it under her breath all while bobbing her head and, yes, dancing.

mind you she's no professional, just a teenager girl cutting loose in the middle of the kitchen when she is sure she's not going to have an audience. girl's got a lot on her mind so really? she's just trying to distract herself for the time being. SO CASTLE. feel free to observe Cess doing her thang, she'll try not to get in your way. yup, she'll be embarrassed once she's caught ]

.. and you tease me. but hey~! ♫

έψιλον | a matter of perspective

[demonologist]

[Hello Paradisa. If you are outside and look up, you will see someone standing on the rooftop of the castle looking down at you. Wes is having a nice, suicidal calm walk along the edge of it. It's possible that occasionally he dislodges whatever snow is up there and it comes tumbling down in a powdery shower on any unlucky person who happens to be below. He has his journal with him, it's open.]







((OOC: Wes is still suffering from Eris-induced self destructive guilt. Feel free to harass him for the snow showers, berate him for being reckless, or try to talk him down, or encourage him to jump XD.))

(no subject)

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

On top of everything else, now you're all losing your minds.

[there's a quiet chuckle, amused but dry, before he leans back where he's settled on a couch in the lobby - watching all these sulking and, conversely, overly irate people meander on by about their business]

So, what will you do? Scrabble helplessly like chickens with your heads cut off?

Does a single one of you possess self-control, or are you slaves to your petty inner turmoil? [oh, more ironic words were never spoken from these lips.]

If you can't handle your own head, then do us all a favor and find someone to put you out of your misery. For everyone's sake.

We'd be better off without you.

[CHARMING AS HIS COMPANY CLEARLY IS... should you care to bug him, 12-year-old Abel is parked on the couches in the lobby, feet propped on the table and eating a box of donuts like a baws. feel free to smack upside the head/steal said donuts/kick him off said couch/GIVE HUGS IDEK?! open forever <33]

[ooc: loss continues, obviously...! I extended it a bit since life was not conducive to braining whatsoever ;( but this will be the last chance to hit up mini-Abel, so... GO CRAZY?!]

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[sworn]

( Alleria )

[Outside, Vereesa Windrunner can be found not far from the castle with her hippogryph. She's standing beside it, admiring it and giving it feed to make it content while she awaits a response from her sister.

She seems... irritable? There is definitely something about her that seems different. Perhaps more tense. Her idle musings carry over the journal.]

At least on Azeroth there was work to be done. Here, it seems you all are content with being oblivious and carrying on about your day as if it holds some semblance of importance. You prefer to groan about your minor losses while true threats go unchecked.

But I suppose that's only human, and you are simply living up to your name.

(ooc: ERIS'D. she will hate herself for this later.)

(no subject)

[junescutie.livejournal.com]

[someone has been hanging out in the lobby a lot lately, just... kind of curled up in an armchair with a kicked-puppy-dog face. She's been reading that fairy tale book that she got for christmas, and when she reaches the end of it again she'll look around, put it down, and take her journal.

There's a moment as she stares at it, as if trying to decide something. Finally she grabs a pencil, and starts writing slowly, and neatly (although it still looks like it was written by an eight-year-old)]

Why do some people get to stay with their moms until they're all grown up, but some people don't? [she pauses, but ends up writing a little more] Did they do something bad and that's why their Mom dies?


[ooc: asdgklhasd t-thanks eris... open, or over the journal!]

Episode 58

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[Peter bursts into each empty room in turn, and if the doors are off their hinges he doesn't seem to care. The castle will repair that in time. Also doesn't seem to mind that he's making noise]

You're here somewhere. I know you are. You wanna come find me? You go right ahead.

[and if he's disturbing people on the floors, he doesn't care about that either. But they are free to notice a guy breaking into empty rooms. The rage of Eris continues...]

Ho hummmm.

[supes]

[Clark's been pretty scarce. It's a bit hard to disappear for a bit when he has to keep an eye on Lois and make sure nothing spills over, but keeping under the radar's never been hard. And even if he could disappear, he doesn't have his giant ice fortress here to vanish into.

In a couple days, they would start part two of it all, anyway.

The kitchen is a high traffic zone, so instead he'll just be letting himself into the library, finding a quiet table and sitting down with his coffee and his paper. He'll make an entry when he's found the words for it.

Until then, he's just going to hang out somewhere that isn't his or Lois' rooms.

The library's (usually) pretty relaxed, anyway.]

#054

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

[Thanks to that JERK Eris, Yosuke is much less... tolerant of stupid than usual. Not that he gets angrier easier than usual, but despair leads to anger pretty easily, so he's going to be down in the lobby right now, pacing back and forth and muttering under his breath to himself as he looks through his journal, possibly spying on people. Outside, he seems pissed. Inside, he's almost crying. Sob.]

((ooc: Open like heck, in person or journaled.))

9th rhyme without reason // "God Help Me"// Open

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

Give up Rhyme. It's useless anyways.

[Here, Rhyme has been affected by Eris's mystical powers, and has lost all motivation for anything at all, feeling hopeless. She looks like a mess as she trudges to the nearest couch in the lobby, her journal open only by mistake. Whatever optimism Rhyme had before has now turned into pessimism. She isn't smiling, and looks depressed to the point where you want to tell her not to do it. Even though she wouldn't]

Even if you do dream, what use is it here anyways? We're all just the guinea pigs of the castle. Just toys to be discarded. An experiment. Nobody remembers when they go home, anyways. I'd lose it again.

Of course, I am dead. I have nothing to look forward to. I'm not going to get a chance anyways. I'm just a little, hopeless, girl. One who is dead and is stuck in limbo.

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[dictated--lucky for you, he sounds no more obnoxiously arrogant than usual. 8<]

I can't decide if this recent trend in behavior is more amusing or annoying.

Most have been nothing short of entertainment--and I don't doubt that this sort of thing would have surfaced eventually anyway. One could go so far to say that it's a more honest way to be, speaking and acting in such ways...

But some people... [you know who you are... B(] ...have taken it upon themselves to be as eccentric and obnoxious as possible. There really is a drawback to everything, isn't there?

(  Dante  )

(no subject)

[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

[The journal will pick up a small groan as a certain blonde wakes up in the clinic. There's a happy chirp from the griffon that's been by him the whole time, while Gino sits up in his bed and places a hand on his forhead. His nose was broken, he had a pounding headache, and his stomach was sore as hell.

And worst of all, his pride was wounded.]

That bastard!

[Medafil chirps in surprise as Gino almost leaps out of the bed, snatching up the nearby journal. He let out a growl, angrily flipping through the pages. His run-in with Pucci has just infuriated him, and he wasn't just going to forget about it!]

( The man responsible for putting him in the clinic )

[And after that filter, he stands and storms out of the clinic, his now panicked griffon following behind him.]


[ooc: who's Eris'd? Gino is! And his first meeting with his prideful, holier than thou attitude got him a date with unconsciousness and a broken nose. He's storming out of the clinic, so run into any angry, pride-wounded Gino if you wish. \o/]

twenty-two » dictated

[arakhnes.livejournal.com]

[ there is a Jessica, sitting on the rooftop with the journal open in her lap with a mug of hot chocolate next to her. she looks particularly musey, like she's thinking hard.

seriously, everyone in the castle is acting nuts. she's better off out here.

sooo when she finally speaks up, it's something completely profound. ]

"You're so ugly, when you look in the mirror your reflection turns to stone."

[ yep. so profound ]

"You're so ugly, you make blind kids cry."

...."You're so fat, when you wear a yellow rain coat people scream 'taxi'."

[ the longest pause ]

Alright, I'll try harder.

[ open over the journal or action! she's.... weird. :'( /no excuse ]

(no subject)

[jack-maid.livejournal.com]

[a magician and a maid are walking along a hallway, minding no one's business but their own]

Where are we?

[she seems just as clueless, perhaps even more so. This is not rare]

[flips through the journal marked "Patchouli Knowledge" in her hand] Sakuya, this is...

My handwriting. Or one which looks like it.

This seems like some sort of communication system. Are you sure you haven't been here before?

How could I have? I don't recognize anything.

It doesn't make any sense. [she then flips to a blank page and writes: Yakumo?]

[nothing shows up in response to Patchouli's message. Either this "Yakumo" character isn't here, or she's ignoring them on purpose]

I wonder....

Yes?

Do you think this could be the border youkai's work?

What other explanation is there? We are clearly no longer in the mansion.

I suppose we will have to see if she will make herself known then. It doesn't look like Remi is here... What is that? [points at the strange ball-cube]

[turning to look, her eyes widen as this...curious object rolls in their direction

and adds a maid and magician to the growing assortment of items in the katamari]

Mukyu!

Are we stuck?! [what even. HOW.]

[in the ensuing struggle to free themselves, the duo have unleashed a bunch of glowing projectiles, which are now spamming the already-crowded area. And it doesn't seem to help in the least...

Your mission, should you choose to undertake it: dodge not only the Katamari Cube, but also aforementioned magic bullets]

[ooc: Patchouli, Sakuya. Thanks go out to Red for the Weighted Katamari Cube! Also, those bullets hurt. A lot. Tread carefully, challengers]

(no subject)

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

[So, ever since the bomb was dropped, Zeke's pretty much not found a reason to leave his room, aside from accosting a certain fuzzy creature to take under his wing for the time being.

Chain smoking was had, perhaps a bowl smoked in his friend's honor, but really, grief's been a bitch. But you know what? He's dealing. He's dealing.

And he is also flinging about a cat toy from a couple of weeks ago, and there may be a few furry little steps running to catch it, as she inclines to dictate right into that journal of his.]

Guess no matter what happens, we all keep going.

It's all we can do, I guess. Keep on taking everything with stride, fuck those who treat this like it's one joke after the other.

[Damn, better light up after that sentiment. Gosh.]

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[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[Sitting in the kitchen, Yuki's been mechanically typing away at her laptop for the past hour. However, in the past twenty minutes, she's been pausing intermittently and giving the screen an exceptionally blank stare. Eventually she's going to just stop, hands resting lightly on the keyboard.]

.....

[... And that's when the kitchen lights are going to start flickering. On top of that, it almost looks like code is automatically starting to scroll down the DOS window she was using, but upon closer inspection it's actually just a jumble of random numbers and letters....]

...............

((Thiiiis is a go!))