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its-worthdoing.livejournal.comDoes anyone actually know what is going on. Because some very sarcastic man is talking about Angel revisiting his darker side.
Jul. 17th, 2011
its-worthdoing.livejournal.com
alltenfingers.livejournal.com[A quiet groan comes first and, in a thick Italian accent, an obvious middle-aged man speaks.]
What is...? Cazzo, dove sono io? (Fuck, where am I?)
[A sigh slips out and the sound of heavy footsteps resonates. After a moment, the voice seems a little further away than it was.]
This is not Italia.
[Ezio goes quiet for a few moments, obviously trying to figure out what the heck is going on here.]
I wonder if this has something to do with a Piece of Eden...
[He sighs once more.] How do I always end up in these situations?
What is...? Cazzo, dove sono io? (Fuck, where am I?)
[A sigh slips out and the sound of heavy footsteps resonates. After a moment, the voice seems a little further away than it was.]
This is not Italia.
[Ezio goes quiet for a few moments, obviously trying to figure out what the heck is going on here.]
I wonder if this has something to do with a Piece of Eden...
[He sighs once more.] How do I always end up in these situations?
loveandstrife.livejournal.com[The pages are being flicked and, after a moment, Cloud sighs at the book.]
I guess I should do something with this... seems like everyone else here has...
[He pauses, not certain of what to say or do.]
Uh... can anyone hear me? This is so stupid, I'm talking to a book.
[Another long pause and Cloud seems to finally have something worthwhile to say.]
If anyone can... hear this, can someone explain what the Hell is going on?
[He makes an irritated noise and slams the book shut. This is ridiculous!]
I guess I should do something with this... seems like everyone else here has...
[He pauses, not certain of what to say or do.]
Uh... can anyone hear me? This is so stupid, I'm talking to a book.
[Another long pause and Cloud seems to finally have something worthwhile to say.]
If anyone can... hear this, can someone explain what the Hell is going on?
[He makes an irritated noise and slams the book shut. This is ridiculous!]
Second Sign [Written]
Jul. 17th, 2011 07:08 ambeyondimagining.livejournal.com[Will had read about them, of course. In the journal there were records of many people complaining about abilities and treasured items lost. But he had never expected it would be so painful.
He was alone. More alone than than he could ever remember feeling before. This was worse than the solitude he had experienced as an Old One living among humans. Even worse than the moment he had fully understood what 'One go alone' truly meant.
He could no longer hear the Light. Neither the faint delicate music nor the strange hunches urging him to wait to act. He felt completely lost. What was he to do here?]
I've looked through the journal and I can't seem to find the answer to this. Is there any way to retrieve what has been lost to the castle?
He was alone. More alone than than he could ever remember feeling before. This was worse than the solitude he had experienced as an Old One living among humans. Even worse than the moment he had fully understood what 'One go alone' truly meant.
He could no longer hear the Light. Neither the faint delicate music nor the strange hunches urging him to wait to act. He felt completely lost. What was he to do here?]
I've looked through the journal and I can't seem to find the answer to this. Is there any way to retrieve what has been lost to the castle?
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Jul. 17th, 2011 10:06 amgottaknockhard.livejournal.comWho: Spike Spiegel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gottaknockhard), Jo Harvelle (huntersdaughter)
What: Tying up loose ends.
When: Present.
Where: The Continuing Hope Gallery.
Rating: PG
( back with the streets I know will never take me anywhere but here... )
gottaknockhard), Jo Harvelle (huntersdaughter)What: Tying up loose ends.
When: Present.
Where: The Continuing Hope Gallery.
Rating: PG
( back with the streets I know will never take me anywhere but here... )
20th Seal Unlocked
Jul. 17th, 2011 10:45 amshadow-immortal.livejournal.com( Private )
[but for now there's a small cat wandering around the castle again. it goes through each floor (though making a special stop on the second floor to stare at room 205's door) before wandering back to the lobby and finding a patch of sun to lie in. that should keep Ringo quiet for awhile and the sunbathing is making the Shadow Immortal sleepy.
so who wants to bother the cat? because it's clearly not hosting a body-stealing shadow vampire.]
[ooc: open]
blackbat.livejournal.com[Black Bat had woken up on the castle roof in the middle of the night when, luckily, a good number of residents were either asleep or not around. After the initial (silent) moment of "wtf this isn't Gotham" and such, she had found the book with her name on the front and began to skim quickly and quietly. A few words made themselves known during her page flipping. Residents. Filters. Magic castle. Paradisa.
Once she had gotten a vague idea of where she was, the young woman closed the book and made her way to the staircase leading back into the castle. Even though she had wanted to find out more, staying in one place seemed like a bad idea, so down she went.
That had been a few hours ago. Now, she's perched in a tree on the grounds a bit away from the castle, eyes peeled for anyone who might be stopping nearby. She wants concrete answers, and waiting isn't doing her any good at the moment. She flips open the book and pauses before dictating, trying her hand at one of those filter things.]
[Filtered from enemies]
I'd like some more information. I know this is Paradisa, a magical castle with people staying in it. From what I've found, they don't arrive here of their own will.
Why are we here?
[OOC: Open castle grounds or journal!]
Once she had gotten a vague idea of where she was, the young woman closed the book and made her way to the staircase leading back into the castle. Even though she had wanted to find out more, staying in one place seemed like a bad idea, so down she went.
That had been a few hours ago. Now, she's perched in a tree on the grounds a bit away from the castle, eyes peeled for anyone who might be stopping nearby. She wants concrete answers, and waiting isn't doing her any good at the moment. She flips open the book and pauses before dictating, trying her hand at one of those filter things.]
[Filtered from enemies]
I'd like some more information. I know this is Paradisa, a magical castle with people staying in it. From what I've found, they don't arrive here of their own will.
Why are we here?
[OOC: Open castle grounds or journal!]
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iamdamnloyalWho: Harmony Kendall and Guests
What: Finding a body.
When: Early Sunday Afternoon
Where: A dark, secluded alley in the City.
Notes: There is a bit of journal use in here, but I didn't want to tl;dr on the journal comm.
( This isn't how lunch breaks usually go. )
What: Finding a body.
When: Early Sunday Afternoon
Where: A dark, secluded alley in the City.
Notes: There is a bit of journal use in here, but I didn't want to tl;dr on the journal comm.
( This isn't how lunch breaks usually go. )
chatroomnurse.livejournal.com[Accidental recordings are the best.
That's why Anri now has one, while she's running in the gym. So, firstly, your journal may have a few droplets of sweat, and you get this lovely sound over the journal.]
Huff..... huff..... huff..... One more time......huff.... huff....
[And if you happen to be in the gym, Anri is doubled over in exhaustion for about 30 seconds, until she looks forward again and keeps running. She's red and looks very determined. Do you want to bother her?]
[[OOC: Open over the journal or in person!]]
That's why Anri now has one, while she's running in the gym. So, firstly, your journal may have a few droplets of sweat, and you get this lovely sound over the journal.]
Huff..... huff..... huff..... One more time......huff.... huff....
[And if you happen to be in the gym, Anri is doubled over in exhaustion for about 30 seconds, until she looks forward again and keeps running. She's red and looks very determined. Do you want to bother her?]
[[OOC: Open over the journal or in person!]]
Eighth Cut - Practice
Jul. 17th, 2011 03:30 pmalabaster-blood.livejournal.com[Those out on the castle grounds today might notice an odd sight. Raiden has set up something of an obstacle course, with straw targets littered all over, up in the air, poking out of trees...basically wherever he could get them to stay put, with a sizable pile of replacement targets waiting to be used. Raiden himself is standing somewhere in the middle of all this, his sword and scout knife drawn. He appears to be standing completely stock still, his visor down over his eyes. Without warning, he leaps into the air, slashing at the targets seemingly at random, jumping and flipping through his makeshift obstacle course with wild abandon. When he's finished, all of his targets seem to topple over at the same time, as though Raiden had planned it that way.]
Anyone need sword practice? I've set up an obstacle course out on the grounds, straw targets and things like that. You'll know it when you see it.
Anyone need sword practice? I've set up an obstacle course out on the grounds, straw targets and things like that. You'll know it when you see it.
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Jul. 17th, 2011 04:27 pmwaterbendsWho: Zuko & Katara
What: They're fighting a lot. :| That doesn't stop Katara from being an overbearing busybody.
When: Some .. morning...
Where: Outside of Zuko's room.
Rating: PG-13 at worst (it really all depends on how pissed Zuko gets.)
( Read more... )
What: They're fighting a lot. :| That doesn't stop Katara from being an overbearing busybody.
When: Some .. morning...
Where: Outside of Zuko's room.
Rating: PG-13 at worst (it really all depends on how pissed Zuko gets.)
( Read more... )
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Jul. 17th, 2011 06:25 pmfishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com[Delirium stood woozily in the Lobby, where she had been on her way to explore the rummored always-broken microwave.
She didn't need to explore it anymore, not with how her head felt like it should explode any moment]
She didn't need to explore it anymore, not with how her head felt like it should explode any moment]
alias_savant[Neal is just putzing around his room, looking around for something to do when he happens to come across something that wasn't there before. A large pink bottle that definitely wasn't part of his aesthetic, sitting on his dresser.
He reaches forward, picks it up, and pops the top of the bottle open before ... ]
Oh. Hello.
[a beat]
Am I going to regret asking why you're in a bottle?
He reaches forward, picks it up, and pops the top of the bottle open before ... ]
Oh. Hello.
[a beat]
Am I going to regret asking why you're in a bottle?
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Jul. 17th, 2011 10:03 pmprotects.livejournal.comWho: Angel, Faith, Lorne, Spike.
What: Arriving at, then leaving Caritas.
When: Arriving Saturday night, leaving late Sunday afternoon/early evening.
Where: In and around Caritas. In the city obviously.
Rating: R. There will be some violence.
( Most useless cut of my life )
What: Arriving at, then leaving Caritas.
When: Arriving Saturday night, leaving late Sunday afternoon/early evening.
Where: In and around Caritas. In the city obviously.
Rating: R. There will be some violence.
( Most useless cut of my life )
004. Empty Space
Jul. 17th, 2011 10:34 pmspreadmypain.livejournal.com[He hasn't seen light in weeks.
He's been holed up in the cell this prison of a dimension has assigned him, fighting off one of the longest phases of viral pain he's experienced since he became the anomaly he is. Today it seems he's finally emerged from it; he can move again at least, enough to sit up from the same spot he's been curled up in for what felt like cycles. His mind is still reeling, trying to recall everything that transpired before his long withdrawal into the darkness. He's still in the dark, mentally and physically, and he reaches out to feel around for the journal, finally finding it by the light of dim yellow circuits. Long clawed fingers flip open the book and rest on the pages and he settles for listening to the myriad of voices for a long while.
He's still shaking. It's hard to find the voice to speak when the pain is still staggering. It almost makes him want to take Flynn up on his offer - to see if he can be fixed. Almost.]
I tire of this. I seek an end.
[ooc: Convenient ICly excuse for hiatus, GO. Your favorite cranky virus is back to ruin everyone's day with his drama and gloom. You're welcome.]
He's been holed up in the cell this prison of a dimension has assigned him, fighting off one of the longest phases of viral pain he's experienced since he became the anomaly he is. Today it seems he's finally emerged from it; he can move again at least, enough to sit up from the same spot he's been curled up in for what felt like cycles. His mind is still reeling, trying to recall everything that transpired before his long withdrawal into the darkness. He's still in the dark, mentally and physically, and he reaches out to feel around for the journal, finally finding it by the light of dim yellow circuits. Long clawed fingers flip open the book and rest on the pages and he settles for listening to the myriad of voices for a long while.
He's still shaking. It's hard to find the voice to speak when the pain is still staggering. It almost makes him want to take Flynn up on his offer - to see if he can be fixed. Almost.]
I tire of this. I seek an end.
[ooc: Convenient ICly excuse for hiatus, GO. Your favorite cranky virus is back to ruin everyone's day with his drama and gloom. You're welcome.]
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Jul. 17th, 2011 10:42 pmhuffythedragon.livejournal.comSo...uh. I was wondering. Does anyone need a totally rad assistant to help them out? I can take notes and cook and organise and do all kinds of chores. I'm really good at anything you need to be done.
Oh yeah, and I can also send letters with magical fire. So, does anyone, y'know, need help?
[Because without Twilight around to boss him about, he's growing ever more bored. He misses having something to do. After a moment's consideration, he adds a filter]
( Harley )
Oh yeah, and I can also send letters with magical fire. So, does anyone, y'know, need help?
[Because without Twilight around to boss him about, he's growing ever more bored. He misses having something to do. After a moment's consideration, he adds a filter]
( Harley )