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[it's taken her months of work... first getting the player, then scrounging around for batteries, and a long fruitless search for CDs in the city. Finally, after a genius piece of advice, she has everything she's been looking for.

Anyone with an open grimoire will get treated to this triumph in the middle of the night, in the form of some very loud... grating... music?]

Goddamn, this is better, isn't it? I've missed this so bad. [she's flipping through most songs before they're even halfway through. She doesn't have the patience to listen to whole songs right now--too wired, too excited with her new toy]

This place needs more music and less... fucked up shit. ...Seriously, what is it with dead people coming back to life around here? Is that the new 'thing' now?

[oh, actually, that gives her an idea. She switches to a new song and rocks out for a minute. Sorry to anyone who might have tried to shut their journal by now but lives on the second floor. She's sitting in the doorway of the room she never uses, CDs scattered all around her, music blasting into the hallway]

I mean, don't get me wrong. It can have its perks... [she gives one of those huhuhu laughs that usually follow dirty inside jokes. Hi, Gabe.] ...But it's mostly just fucking stupid.

...And, speaking of stupid, some bleeding heart should probably come check on the loser in 204. Don't think he wants me as a babysitter.

adstringis.livejournal.com

[Nishi's room door is open, letting out the smell of cooling popcorn, hardening caramel, and lightly toasted nuts. She may or may not have cheated and eaten some before the homemade moose munch was completely ready.]

I think it is a good day for movies and moose munch. I need a break from what has quickly become the norm. If anyone wants to join me, you're certainly free to do so.

Also, has anyone seen or heard from Coil recently?

adstringis.livejournal.com

[If you are in "the base" Robin oh-so-wonderfully obtained for this whole mercenary gig, your nostrils are now being invaded by two smells. One, the smell of freshly made buttermilk waffles. Two, the smell of fried chicken aw yeah.

Nishi has finished a batch and they're cooling off in a paper towel-lined strainer — gotta rip out any excess oils, y'know — and munching on a waffle & chicken sandwich. Weird? Maybe. Flipping delicious? You know it!

Feel free to come down and bother her. Oh, and of course mooch food off of her.]

parslunae.livejournal.com

[ There is a limit to how much could even Ublit can handle, and an even greater limit to how much inside they can deal with ;w; WHICH MAKES THE START OF DECEMBER HARD--because as of right now? It has started to snow in Accord

Yllit's got his cloak bundled up close around him as he looks up at the sky, lamenting that there's no moon out due to the clouds....but intrigued by this weather *^* ]

[ ooc; OPEN FOR ERRONE, come enjoy the first snowfall of Winter in Accord! Make your own threads/sections etc and have funnnnn ]

birdmetaphor.livejournal.com

[so here you are. whether you got the casual invitation to show up or you were sort of hanging around there already because Robin dragged you there, you find yourself at "the base", in a large room that has been previously described.

Robin's hanging around there, putting a few things in order. some other people are probably there too. what will you do? come say hello? look at the board? admire the plants? ask questions? immediately raid the fridge of anything that doesn't need preparation beforehand?

whatever you want to do, it's hip! mingle! get to know the dudes and dudettes you'll be working with.]

[[ooc: this is for people who wanted to be in Robin's little bounty-hunting club thing. any character that was interested is in!]]

parasiteye.livejournal.com

[ guess who bought himself a nice, bad-ass silk shirt with the money he pilfered? Come on, guess 8> GUESS.

THIS GUUUUYYYYYY and he looks damn fine in it, and quite jubilant. He hasn't been able to afford something this nice in a long time so he is just one just smugstorm over here, grinning to himself while he scours the Red Light District. Because when you have money you know what else you totally need to do?

Buy hookers. ]

[ ooc; OPEN TO THE TOWN, EVENING-STYLE ]

deadwhisperer.livejournal.com

( oocly cut for depression and mourning ): )

[ The trip outside to the gardens wasn't an easy one. Adel's still dressed in mostly PJs--pants and a t-shirt despite the chilly autumn air. Barefoot too. His arms and front are covered in blood from cleaning up Rosemary's remains as he finds a less densely-used part of the area and sets the box down, lips pursed tightly for a moment, his left arm clenched.

Then he starts to dig with both hands because he's not recovered enough yet to use a shovel. So he just claws and pulls at it...while tears start slipping down his face; his shoulders shake, and after a moment he begins to sob ]

[ ooc; THIS POST IS SAD AND DEPRESSING )8 s-so you don't need to come by or anything. He doesn't have his grimoire so it's open ;; ]

necrofail.livejournal.com

[This was not his home, that much was certain as soon as he had awoken. Not that this was unusual, it would mark the seventh time he had been kidnapped already, and it was just getting a little annoying by now. Most annoying by far, would be the fact his parents would expect him to behave as his role dictated he should. So he takes care, he reads what little information he has available, he checks the Grimoire through and then he swathes himself in a huge dark cloak.

Anyone walking around the lobby would see this new arrival walking slowly and fluidly, almost as though he were floating, his voice a menacing rasp from within a cowl that shields his face completely.]

You have no conception of the mistake you have made in this offence. Your souls will scream for the terror meted o--

[The evil voice cuts off abruptly as the figure trips over the hem of his cloak and goes flying into a heap on the floor with a very un-menacing screech.]

but-heflied.livejournal.com

Okay, McMillan, either your tastes have somehow thrown themselves out the window since I last saw you, or this is definitely the wrong place.

[Hey Accordians. If you're on the first floor of this tower you probably will automatically notice the very tall and thin man in a purple suit and sunglasses gazing at his surroundings with a raised eyebrow and a frown.]

Honestly, when I see that man I'm going to give him a word. I'm not sure he would want people to die by lack of decorum every time he has a guest...honestly, I wake up and the place is like this? What is this, a joke?

[He scoffs, and moves to the nearest window, looking out.] Hold on a second...this isn't the city. What the hell? Where have I been brought to? I specifically arranged for him to bring me to the tower on the edge of the city, what is this? ...Have I been sabotaged?

[Don't mind him, he'll just be angrily glancing around, trying to figure out what's going on. Clearly, he needs to be bothered.]

challengesworld.livejournal.com

[When you are an angel who has yet to entirely catch up with human invention, many things are completely mysterious to you. Like teapots, or telenovelas, or comic books. Angels didn't need stuff like that, but Cheriour decided that if he is going to be here, he is going to learn all he can about these things.]

Um, hello. Yes. I have some important questions. You see, I found some things in the city, and I want to know what exactly what their purpose is. I'm not terribly well informed on inventions, and people are the best source of information, so, erm, here I go.

First of all, umbrellas. What a strange name. Um-brell-las. Brelly-ums. Erm, what do they do? Are they weapons? Because I stabbed a chair in the tower with one, it's pretty sharp...but why do you need the cloth for it? I don't get it.

Second, what do you do with those weird blowing things that you often find in bathrooms? The ones that spew hot air in your face. Are they used for cooking? Like, if you hold one over food, it gets it hot. But why would you cook in a bathroom...?

And last but not least, please elucidate the meaning of this very odd thing I found on the bathtub yesterday.

[There's a squeaking noise.]

What is the purpose of having a small yellow rubber duck?

[Today's derpiest angel brought to you by Things-That-Don't-Make-Sense-In-Cheriour's-Head.]

deadwhisperer.livejournal.com

[ Just like he promise Myra, today Adel will be heading on his way into Accord City to help find a cradle c: so he's got his cast and his sling AND HIS KEYRING OF MONEY and he's on his way♥ Even if he is a bit wary of getting on the tram, he makes it into the harbor district without incident and looks around.

Now...where does he find a cradle :I ]

[ ooc; OPEN, for anyone in de city c: ]

deadwhisperer.livejournal.com

[ He's been back to normal for a while now but admittedly Adel has had to spend a lot of his time doing a bit of clean-up after Coil decided to not only kidnap his zombie, but feed him too. So he's been quiet for the last few days while he took care of that--SO TODAY MARKS HIS FIRST REAL VENTURE OUT.

~~and it wasn't because he was embarrassed over everything that happened, nope. So there.~~

Since the fog's cleared up now he'll be on his way out, heading to the second-story staircase and waiting for it to reposition itself and connect to the floor below properly.... When he catches sight of a familiar hobo-esque gangrel. ]

[ as soon as the stairway assembles itself properly, she hooks her hands in her pockets and... heads on up, seemingly oblivious of a certain necromancer in her path ]

[ He's not oblivious though, and despite everything about her that screams DON'T TOUCH THAT, Adel sort of hesitantly speaks up ]

Um...

[ she doesn't stop, but she at least glances up as she gets close, sending him one very brief, and very flat, look ]

...E-err! About before, when I was... I wanted to say than--

[ she doesn't let him finish. There is just an arm shooting out to casually slam into him as she passes by, abruptly shoving him toward the wall ]

[ whiiiich he hits with a yelp and a loud 'smack'....riiight before he stumbles backwards. down the stairs. SO NOW THERE'S A LOT MORE CRASHING AND THUMPING WHILE HE FALLS DOWN THOSE, followed by yell when he lands...and a slight crunch 8| ]

[ ooc; OPEN. Tabby will b gone by the time any of y'all arrive though 8'| guess who just broke his arm. red is Adel and green is Tabby c: ]

heresyandlace.livejournal.com

[Tek has managed to locate the most comfortable seat in the library, and has been lounging there for some time, surrounded by a cluttered wall of the oldest books he's been able to find. The world is still numbed and surreal, but... he's at least beginning to get used to it. Eventually, he clicks open his grimoire and begins to speak]

You know... they say that while you are able to read in your dreams, the text is actually meaningless if you really look. The words themselves are merely shapes, oftentimes nothing but gibberish, and yet... your mind somehow understands what they mean.

[he takes a breath, thinks for a moment, and continues with something a little different. His words sound different now--breathy, a language with curled syllables--though somehow still understandable to anyone listening]

It's an interesting thought, at least. They say it is because the god of dreams himself is illiterate, and so must trick the dreamer into believing that they are actually reading. [and then another language shift, this one harsher, with halting sounds] They also say that it is possible to trick him back. If you put enough thought into what you are doing in a dream, sometimes it becomes too much, and you wake up.

[and then another, going from hard consonants to something lilting, words flowing from his mouth like water] There is disagreement over whether this is due to the god not being particularly bright and simply failing keep up with the dreamer, or whether he is actually exceedingly clever and grants wakefulness to someone whose intelligence he appreciates.

[the following language is a little trickier, and he resorts to reciting a popular proverb] You never appreciate how many feathers you have, until you molt.

[and, finally, hesitating at every word--] Little boy. Three... blue bowl. I... have lost my dog. Where do... no. ...Where is your home? Thank you.

gonnahero.livejournal.com

[ It's Adel's last day as a kid. Which means it's adventure time. Matt's creepy self has been cleaned out of his room so Adel's taken it upon himself to go 'spelunking'. Which means retrieving all the treasure from within!! He's gotten into practically every cupboard and drawer in Adel's sorry, book-filled room. Except for one thing: the closet. ]

Da-dammm... Boom! The evil witch was beaten so now the hero can get treasure... O holy light, pure...um...purfy the evil magics!

[ Yes, he is also pretending to be a paladin. A treasure-hunting paladin who fights evil witches. He just purified his closet like a bad ass. With his book bag dragging behind him Adel reaches up and yanks on the door handle-- ]

Rrr--! It's stuck...?

[ Tug. Tug tug tug. TUUUUG--BANG. Door swings open and Adel stumbles back onto his poor little bum and more books come tumbling out on top of him )'8 Only it's not just books he realizes, opening his eyes. Because there's about half a skeleton's worth of bones that also fell on top of him.

For a moment, he stares.

Then he shrieks ]

~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!

forourqueen.livejournal.com

Another damned place. At least were not stuck in the fog any more, but this is ridiculous.

[Pissy zombie is pissy.]

If there is anyone else from Azeroth out there, make yourself known. Otherwise I expect you to leave me alone.

[At least the pissy bastard has found his clothes and his gear in the new weirdass tower, so he's not as homicidal as before. He will, however, go investigate their new 'home'.

Feel free to run into the snarky zombie! =3 ]

Current Mood: annoyed

tabbytastic.livejournal.com

[the sun has long since set, but there is a surprising amount of activity going on outside. It's hard to make out through all the fog, but there seems to be either a bloodthirsty undead monster hunting down a couple of innocent children through the darkness... or they're playing tag. Hard to tell with all the cackling and snarling.

Eventually, a grimoire clicks open, catching the sound of breathy chuckling] --Yeah, just gimme like... two seconds.

[and then the voice becomes clearer as Tabby turns more directly toward the pages]

Hey, Adel. Get your skinny little ass outside. You're missing out; everybody's on the front lawn.

[and then she'll wait around the front steps, where the light from the windows still reaches, a satisfied and toothy grin splitting her face. ...Y'know, this tower is turning out to be a little more fun than she'd expected]

((ooc: playing a spooky game of tag with Tabby and the new kidlets! everyone welcome to stop by at any point during or after the game-- kids, concerned adults, or otherwise))

gonnahero.livejournal.com

[ Life is tough when you are a brave knight. But the heroic Sir Fiddler is not easily bested by horrific circumstances!! Though an evil villain may have kidnapped him from the safe haven on his bed where his mother tucked him in last night and read him a bedtime story he only despaired for ~~half an hour~~ a brief moment before he was faced for his first foe! Some beast that dwelled deep within the recesses of the ~~extra rooms~~ caves of his prison. It groaned and thumped at the door, scraping at wood--so the brave sir Fiddler did what any hero would do!

He locked it and got the fuck out 8|

But not before dragging p. much all the blankets from his bed with him. BECAUSE IT'S ARMOR. not because he was totally freaked out. Brave knights don't lose their cool.

So now the lone warrior is sort of just...walking through the hall, a portion of the blankets hugged to his chest while the rest trail behind him on the ground. Like a man. A man with manly wet eyes and pursed lips. Who is definitely not sniffling, nope ]

Moooooooom...... Mooooooooooooom.... [ and not calling out for mom either 8|;; ]

[ ooc; THUS ADEL JOINS THE KIDLETS UNTIL NEXT WEDNESDAY. be prepaaaareddddd ]

orz-woeisme.livejournal.com

[ Wakey wakey, you're in Accord!

No matter if you were snuggled in bed, raiding the fridge or doing some early-morning reading you're now suddenly starting to wake up outside of the massive Clockwork Tower. Maybe they woke up alone or with someone else; either way the first thing they'll notice is the slight chill of early-morning dew...and a permeating fog that blankets the island.

It's dark now. Sunrise is in one hour.

Welcome to the Clockwork Island, travelers!

ooc; make your own sections & tag in as you please! THREADHOP EVERYWHEREEEEE ]

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