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crymoore.livejournal.com

[ ☙ACTION❧ ]

[ Outside of the castle is a fairly large bonfire, the area swept free of leaves so that there weren't any unfortunate accidents. When a leaf does pass through (which happens often), she lifts her right hand. With a bone-chilling wind enough to rival Northrend's own, the leaf will fall to the ground with a loud thud, fully encased in ice. Remaining untouched at her feet is a large pile of sticks bound together with various flowers stuck in between. Also nearby is her journal, open already to a page with PRIVATE written neatly across the top. She's heard tales of these books recording private moments and no one must know how she feels this very eve. ]

No one can seem to deny you anything.

[ Spoken to herself, but the words appear on the page as to be expected. ] If I stare hard enough into the flames, I can see them. Each and every face.. [ With the rise of her hand, the flames before her whirl around to play out the memory with vague humanoid shapes. In the midst of the action is a distinct pair weaving through the crowd, shaking the hands of the other sparks, eventually disappearing around the opposite end of the bonfire from which she sat. ]

Yet, I somehow did. [ Reaching over, she'll flip the page of the journal to start new. That was the point of this holiday, wasn't it? Yet, the branches remain bound and neglected on the ground. How can she purge herself of her burdens? Of him? ]

[ ☙DICTATED❧ ]

Hallow's End began today. [ Plainly spoken despite how cheerful she should be for an Azerothian holiday. ] Is there anyone from home that celebrates it here within Cair Paradisa? It would not do my reputation well if I were to skip out on the festivities early.

inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com

Who: Prisoners, PP Members, Visitors (i.e. just about everyone)
What: Daily Life in the Prison
When: Anyday
Where: The dungeons underneath Cair Paradisa
Rating: ATM none, will change if notified of happenings ~~you crazy silly people you~~

( Read more... )

[[ooc: This is the first Mass Prison Post, so if you have any suggestions, let me kjnow and I can impliment them in further psots! Just going to try and make this one fairly simple for now; sections going up for Guards, Prisoners, and Visitors; feel free to make your own sections/threads/threadjack/mingle/bang mugs on bars/etc :3 ]]

crymoore.livejournal.com

[ ☙ACTION❧ ]

[ With the arrival of the sun's rays comes the reveal of a campsite not too far away from the castle. Clear to the best of one's ability of the leaves, there's a hammock strung up, swaying gently with just a couple of belongings resting on it. Spread out on one of the bigger rocks is a lavender cloak, a

crymoore modestly lying upon it, as well as her journal (conveniently open, imagine that). Lifting her hand lazily towards the campfire (the flame starting to diminish slightly), her pupils lose their blue color momentarily in favor of autumn hues as the inferno bursts into sparks, growing quickly. Slumping back with a tiny yawn, she tries to fight off being awake for just a little while longer.

Unsuccessful, as expected, once she hears the rustling of the camp's true owner. A

tomatoandbasil can be seen wearing different attire, blending in just slightly with the colors all around the castle. Sniffing at the air, Jaina shoots her a strange look. ]

I did not take you for a coffee drinker. [ Honestly spoken as she stretches out her arms. ]

Is there a reason this surprises you? It's easy to make and energizes me before I work and teach. [The elf checks on the percolator and looks around for another cup to offer the mage.] Regardless, you've made a bit much for me to eat on my own. Why not share it? We're all out here together; may as well extend some goodwill.

To the others? [ Stating the obvious, but she did just wake up. Muffling a yawn with her shoulder as she reaches over for the journal, it doesn't take her long to procure a quill from her bag. ] Then I shall send out an invitation right away.

[ ☙WRITTEN❧ ]

Good morning everyone. If you find yourself in need of food, coffee, or good company, please seek us out. We are not terribly far from the castle and the smell should be enough to draw you in on our location.

( ooc note )

crymoore.livejournal.com

[ ☙DICTATED❧ ]

Forgiveness. A verbal incantation of "I forgive you" can easily conjure a veil of absolution, but does the mind ever find tranquility? Words meant to release the mental imprisonment hardly ever do just that. My, one could feel their sanity slip through a spectral palm just by replaying events over and over, drowning within those fingers. Forgive, but never forget. Perhaps someone might regale with their own story, void of details enough to make one comfortable, and grant hope of serenity to the exhausted heart of this sorceress.

[ ☙ACTION❧ ]

[ A month has nearly passed since Jaina's heard from Arthas. Keeping to herself was a promise she should have kept from the beginning and while at the time it seemed helpful to grant such details, they were hardly worth it. Knowledge was the most vital thing in this world and people knew just who she was to the man known as Arthas Menethil. There's been no interest in the journal, no communication with others, no need to leave her room. When it fails to provide for her, she can conjure within her fingertips.

For a while, the only love she could find within her heart was that for the arcane. Experimenting within the confines of this realm only alerts her to the presence of something precious (not the object, but the sentiment behind it). This only results in Jaina arriving to wherever the Peace Patrol cells are, having kept a firm mental grip on a singular source. With her staff in hand and hidden under a thick cloak of amethyst, she readies a tongue of diplomacy. If that should fail, there was always the option of a stray fireball or two. ]

nishimono.livejournal.com

[ Now provoked, Arthas, Riful, Legato, Hank, and Joshua have all left the manor. It sits alone, occupied now only by five hostages:

Jaina Proudmoore
Kaylee Frye
Kallen Kouzuki
Maya Fey
Asano Rin

...and their jailers, Billy & Nikola Tesla.

While their wrists and ankles remain bound ~~sans impaling~~ in a similar fashion to last time their location is vastly improved--they've been granted a ballroom-esque room in which to be chained on the main floor.

( Chained, and watched ) ]

[[ ooc; Sections: Hostages/Villains | Rescuers | Rescue + Fight (TBA)

chats:
rescueisgo (for rescue)
shonenspeeches (general plot chat)

If you would like to explore the manor & figure out more about what's there, just toss me an IM @ we were british ]]

crymoore.livejournal.com

Filtered from Riful, Arthas, every villain involved, and anyone who may share this information with the mentioned individuals.

[ ☙FILTER❧ ]

Attention heroes and any others who find bravery within their hearts. [ Despite the words she speaks, her voice is reserved and almost distant. ] There are a small amount of us that have been taken prisoner by Riful and her allies. The five of us are being held hostage for use against the heroes that plan to retaliate against her. Is there any soul listening to our pleas for assistance in this? We do not have much time... If I were to take a guess, I would say perhaps twenty minutes at the most.

OOC: This is a multi-purpose thread where everyone may speak with each individual hostage. There is only a 20 minute period ICly for this post before Riful and Arthas are done with their foolish bickering. Hostages will reply to all comments, thread-jacking is highly encouraged.

nishimono.livejournal.com

( ICM )

[ ooc; open to all villains and hostages. You guys can threadjack or jump wherever you want! Make your own threads, anything :)

HOSTAGES AND VILLAINS CAN MINGLE AS THEY PLEASE c: ]

crymoore.livejournal.com

( All I ever wanted was to study )

crymoore.livejournal.com

( Filter: The Paladin of my Past )

crymoore.livejournal.com

( Filter: Arthas )

( Filter: Alleyne )

[ ☙DICTATED❧ ]

Does this castle punish those who seek too much information at once? Shortly after my return from an expedition, I was polymorphed into a ... [ There's hesitation, because this is strange for her to say despite being adept in the realm of arcane magic] ... parrot. While the experience was one of enlightenment, it is one I do not wish to repeat any time soon, if ever.

lord-wizard.livejournal.com

Filtered to everyone who has expressed interest in the expedition and away from the First Gen's

[It's early morning, and all is relatively quiet until something unexpected breaks the calm over the journals. The merry ringing of a metal bell. A bright, chipper, probably unbearably loud noise to anyone who wished to sleep in. Didn't know you ordered a wake up call, huh? Felix made sure to ask the ghosts to open everyone's journal just for this. Aren't you glad.]

Good morning, everyone. I do hope you're all packed, because the expedition is set to begin shortly!

Please bring any personal supplies and meet down in the lobby. The sooner we leave the better.

-------------

[Felix will be waiting for the volunteers as they arrive. He's dressed pretty much how he always does, his only concessions to practicality being the tight navy blue riding pants (which match his jacket, of course) and the light cotton shirt he wears until his bright green vest, which is free of his cravat and any extraneous ruffles. For him, it's practically plain.

This man is your leader. Be afraid.]

((ooc: ~~Wait for sections to go up before tagging, please.~~ Let's do this! This post is for the departure ONLY. All posts from the arrival at the Dead Zone border onward will be in

paradisabeyond , which will go up as soon as I've had a few hours sleep. Orz. If I forgot to tag you in, or tagged you in by accident, please feel free to message me. [People meeting at the border will be tagged in then]

Lobby
An Announcement
Departure

The Plot Schedule Post is here))

crymoore.livejournal.com

( Filter: Deathwing )

( Filter: Arthas )

[ ☙DICTATED❧ ]

By the Light, with the dawn of a new day comes the victory of those who have prevailed. May this place grant us a moment's reprieve that lasts longer than a couple of weeks. It has been interesting to say the least. My introduction is due about now, is it not? After a child and being on the battlefront, I think I am long overdue.

[ Then silence. Even though she has had all of this time to conjure the proper words, they just don't feel as though they are the right ones. ]

You may call me Jaina Proudmoore. [ That's all she can muster.

Her situation is peculiar, gathering that much is child's play. A bold move like this may be her getting into the trouble she sought against, but it feels so improper not to. Plus, there may be others like Riful who want to speak to her.. any knowledge she can gain is beneficial, no matter the trouble she may be getting herself into. ]

crymoore.livejournal.com

( Room locked )

[ ☙DICTATED❧ ]

[ There's a blatant clearing of the throat to begin with. ]

Now you must learn to enunciate your words properly before I can begin to teach you basic sorcery, child. Why don't you use this book as an example and say hello to the other inhabitants of Cair Paradisa?

[ A softer voice gives a tiny "Mm!" of agreement. ] Mama, gimmyae new toy to play with!

Ah.. no, this is not the proper time for playing. We must be diligent with our studies first, then we can be rewarded afterward. You do understand, right? [ The young girl clearly understands by breaking out into sobs, throwing a fit. Must be the terrible twos or threes or ferocious fours or something... ]

[ ☙ACTION❧ ]

[ Later in the afternoon, the two parents (

covetly and

crymoore) are escorting a tiny girl between them at the library. The girl is curious in her own way: a blaring beacon to those who are demonic or adept in the magical realm. ]

lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com

[Forward dated to 11:00pm]
( Icecrown Manor )

[Arthas had made sure to depart earlier than he scheduled for -- it heightened the risk of him being spotted by others, but he planned to ensure Jaina had safe passage regardless. This was supposed to be the only time they would meet anyway.

If there was anything she deserved, it was the truth -- face to face, as she would not believe it over the journal. That much he knew.

Just once. Then things would go back to the way they were. Invincible touched down on the ground and allowed Arthas to dismount before fading in a wisp of black smoke. The knight kept his hood up to shield his face, Frostmourne remaining deactivated and sheathed at his hip. He would not draw unnecessary attention to himself.]

[ooc: If your character would have reason to be out this late and would spot him, you're welcome to it.]

crymoore.livejournal.com

[ ☙ACTION❧ ]

[ Waking in a bed one doesn't recall falling asleep in is one cause of alarm, yet it doesn't stop the itching curiosity from creeping it's way along her mind. This is most definitely a castle of some sorts - the regal linens and decor only further validates this thought, but it is one she cannot recall. The colors don't remind her of the only kingdom she can accept waking up in as she sits up curiously in the bed. This most definitely isn't Lordaeron.

A few minutes later, a lean woman with golden hair leaves the room. Her eyes catch a glimpse of the nameplate with 'Jaina Proudmoore', but she chooses to not linger about it for now. Not when there's more pressing questions (issues primarily) at hand. With vestments 'borrowed' from the closet (improper it would be to wander the halls of royalty in a nightgown) and her hair brushed gently over the side of her face, she steps as quietly as she can. At the end of the hallway, she hesitates as her arms come up. The familiarity of otherworldly intent can be felt as she tries to grasp the familiar magic she knows so well.

There's nothing for her to grab. No shimmering hole ripped into space to take her back to Azeroth, back to home, back to where she belongs. ]

This is quite the peculiar quagmire I've gotten myself into.

[ Speaking to herself (those who are adept at magical studies are notorious for this, are they not?) was a slight alleviation to her mood. This sorceress is much too preoccupied with the concerns of being unable to teleport that she neglects to take in her surroundings (and those who may possibly be near her). There's a gentle sigh to follow her words as she continues on her exploration of the castle grounds. ]

[ ☙DICTATED❧ ]

[ Later in the evening, after exploring to her heart's content, one Jaina Proudmoore is residing back within her room. Her journal is open in her lap and there's a writing utensil presumably in her fingertips, resting against the pages, but not yet scribbling. Unmoving, she just gazes down upon it. ]

An opportunity like this is too rare to pass--[ Noticing quickly that her words are being written underneath her solitary fingertips, she pursues her words. ] up. The Light has been gracious enough to bring me to this place, but I must question the timing of it all. There is something foul afoot back home and I feel my presence is needed. I cannot help but be intrigued by the strangeness of this place however..

idkmybffbooks.livejournal.com

( Filtered away from Arthas, his allies, etc etc. )

( Arthas )

idkmybffbooks.livejournal.com

Residents,

I must apologize for the manner of my .. introduction. As expected, my arrival here was shocking, and it took some time for me to find my bearings. If I am to be making a home here, permanent or not, I suppose proper introductions are in order.

I am Jaina Proudmoore of Theramore - it seems that many of you have become acquainted with others from my world, Azeroth, and so at least my home is not forgotten here. Introductions aside, I do have a favor to ask of all of you: information. I'm sure that many before me have asked for the same, so I apologize in advance for asking you to repeat yourselves, but any information at all would be helpful to me. How long have you been here? Do you remember arriving? What do you know of the magics here, the anomalies? What is there to see and do? Any information, however trivial, would be most appreciated.

My thanks,
Jaina Proudmoore

idkmybffbooks.livejournal.com

[ Before arriving here, Jaina had been dozing by a window in her hold at Theramore, her head tipped against the stone windowframe, her fitful sleep kept moderately sound by the peaceful, lulling song of many crickets and cicadas. Dustwallow Marsh was teeming with insects of all kinds, and though some complained about the noisy nights, Jaina found it rather soothing.

But the sound of the crickets is gone now, replaced by the whistle of a gentle breeze through changing leaves. Jaina still sleeps, propped in a wooden chair by a window, just as she had been in Theramore. The sun is waning, and it's the chilly autumn air that finally rouses her.

Jaina sits up and casts a hand over her eyes, mildly disoriented, before suddenly- ]

By the Light - what is this?

[ Welcome to Paradisa, Lady Proudmoore. ]

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Entries tagged with jaina proudmoore

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