Nov. 30th, 2013 08:13 pm
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Sisters )

[Vereesa has seated herself beneath a tree where she has been writing in her journal. The chilled wind doesn't seem to bother her, a blue cloak wrapped around her, and she has little regard for her surroundings.

But she's not so distracted that she won't hear anyone approaching.]


Sep. 26th, 2013 06:59 pm
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[Okay, that's it.]

I understand the need for examining the bodies, I do. But I shouldn't have to remind some of you that they are more than just corpses. These are people, and you would do well to remember that. Have some respect for the survivors, for Light's sake. Don't make it a bigger scene than it needs to be.


Sep. 16th, 2013 10:50 am
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[Dictated in the most stern, motherly tone she's used in all her time in the castle.]

To the children who found it amusing to cause blatant vandalism and leave a trail of messes in their wake?

Need I remind you that your temper tantrums that are so obviously aimed at the castle itself do nothing to the castle? The only ones who suffer from your disregard for others are the residents around you, who you so obviously care little for, otherwise you would not have gone so far out of your way to inconvenience us.

Do you truly think Paradisa cares if you paint obscenities on its walls? You're only giving it more anger to feed upon. You're doing the castle a favor.

The next time you want to stomp your feet like a child, do it elsewhere.


Jul. 7th, 2013 03:08 pm
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[It's not the worst thing that's ever happened to her in the castle, but it is very annoying.

Vereesa doesn't mind the clothes so much. She's grown accustomed to the different styles of clothing from other residents. She hasn't exactly seen this style before, nor does she know who it belongs to, but it isn't terrible. It's much lighter and more comfortable than her armor, that's for sure.

But is the wig necessary? She's never seen herself with anything other than her long, silver hair. The short, blonde wig is a bit unnerving. In a way it reminds her of her sisters, not including the length, but that's only a small comfort. The constant itching of the wig is what she finds most annoying. The wig and that damned black lipstick that won't come off.

She's sitting at a table in the dining hall with her journal open in front of her and a cup of coffee in her hands.]

I believe it's safe to presume that any make up we did not willingly apply is not going to come off as well, correct?

[She scoffs as she pulls her mug away from her lips and sees black on the rim of it.]

Honestly, who paints their lips black?


Jun. 10th, 2013 04:58 am
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She's having a nightmare. :c )

[There is a loud, angry and yet sorrowful cry that can be heard from the journal. The sound of her own voice rips Vereesa from her sleep and she sits upright in her bed, a cold sweat upon her brow and chest. It takes her a moment to gather herself and catch her breath. She wipes tears from her eyes and inhales slow, soothing breaths.

As she reaches for a candle at her nightstand, her fingers touch upon the pages of the journal that lays open at her bedside. That damned journal is open again, and she knows her cry was heard by all.

In frustration, she grabs it and throws the book across the room. Even after hitting the wall, it still falls open to the same page, recording her every movement.]

Damned book.

(ooc: for the curious who wish to reply, she'll eventually reply after a little while ic-ly.)


May. 6th, 2013 09:33 pm
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[Dictated rather sternly]

Is there anyone aboard the Event Horizon that is of sound mind?

If any of you possess healing magic or can provide medical attention, please rally yourselves together and see to it that you are tending to the wounded. The number of injured sounds to be growing by the minute.

And whatever you do, do not give into the dark feelings you might sense. It will only overtake you and you will lose your sense of self. I have seen this happen before. I cannot say for certain if this is the same entity, though it is unlikely, but you must fight to keep control of yourself. If you lose yourself, there is no telling if you will come back. Fight it as if you would fight for your own life!

[This has been a PSA, brought to you by your local Ranger-General.]


Mar. 27th, 2012 02:24 pm
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Private )

[There's an audible huff, and she leans back in her chair for a moment to think. She has always stood resolute in her beliefs, but she continues to find herself questioning her own views the longer she stays in Paradisa.

After a moment, she begins to write again.]

Do the wars and conflicts of our home worlds truly matter here in Paradisa? This world provides enough for us to worry about, does it not? Barring any actual threat they may pose, if one's enemy should arrive, would you still consider them your adversary? Would you be unable to forgive them for their transgressions, or would you set aside your differences in a world where the only true adversary is this world itself?


Feb. 12th, 2012 03:03 am
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[Backdated to Saturday morning]

[When Vereesa's eyes snap open, she's immediately aware that something is very wrong. She doesn't hear the shuffling of Alleria preparing for her day long before most people would rise from bed.

Instead, there's a man in her bed and it's definitely not her husband.

By now, she ought to be familiar with Paradisa's tricks, but even this is a dirty trick. She swiftly leaps from the bed to distance herself from the still-sleeping form that she does not recognize, and quickly reaches for her open journal, which records her movements and words.

She plans to throw it at him if necessary.]

You. Wake up.


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