[identity profile] notkasmai.livejournal.com
[Here is a grumpy, disgruntled gunslinger who is not awake enough to deal with this crud.]

Shrines t'the dead? Aye, that'll do 'em good, cannot think of a thing a corpse would need more'n a shrine-a flowers. That'll surely attract lots-a good, fat worms, just what the doctor ordered, do ya kennit.

[Paper crinkles underneath this muttering] Pfah, and any ro' if I built a thousand t'wouldn't be enough for all my dead. [And the sound of a match being struck and a long, inhaled breath.] Shrines. Never heard somethin' so . . .

[He doesn't have the words for how ridiculous it is. Or maybe any word he can think just sounds disrespectful. He grouches, but as he remembers how he forgot to properly mourn the death of one of his best friends in all the excitement and confusion of arriving in Paradisa, he realizes he damn-well will be making a few shrines.]

[Voice]

Oct. 15th, 2010 10:22 pm
[identity profile] notkasmai.livejournal.com
[Insert long, soul-deep sigh and muttering to himself.]

A loss. I'm to believe a thing as natural to me as breathing can be taken away, like that. With no sign or scar, just gone.

[Another sigh and he speaks up because he does have business tonight.]

I wonder -- ah, I still feel a fool talking into this book -- I'm lookin' for someone who can tell me so'more about these losses. Sai Natsuki explained a bit, but I s'pose what I'm lookin' fer is how I can get my aim back.

And as I'm askin' already, if there be someone else about who knows of the baronny of Gilead, I'd know who they are.
[identity profile] shimmeringaqua.livejournal.com

 

ExpandCuthbert Algood )

 

[Aqua is standing outside of Cuthbert Algood's door, waiting for him to answer and tapping her foot to the music in her mind.]

[OOC: Feel free to scare the pants off of her or just ask her what she's doing!]

[identity profile] notkasmai.livejournal.com
Damn you . . .

[Heavy, ragged breathing of one that's crying, but there are no wracking sobs here. There's a few more unintelligible mutters and finally a deep, shaky, calming breath.

And a sudden shuffle as Cuthbert finally opens his eyes, sees where he is (or where he isn't) and jerks to his feet.]


What- . . . What is this? [Shuffling of increasing urgency as he tries to convince himself that this isn't really happening. And finally a door opening and his voice echoes in the hallway.]

Aileen! Jamie! Where the hell are ye?!

[Obviously there's no answer from either and there's a pause as he considers what this means. There's a pretty simple answer.]

Broadcloak.

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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