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[kamenriderdecade]

( Peace Patrol )

[He'd been wondering about his loss for some time now. Most normal people would assume not remembering having any friends, or family or even where you were born would immediately point to it being obvious as their loss.

But not this guy.

He's wondering if he ever had any, or if he even had a place of birth to begin with. Maybe his personal life was nonexistent. He was heralded as a destroyer of worlds after all, which is the only way he can identify himself now. He felt his name meant little without anything backing it up, and no mere human could be identified as something that dangerous, could they?

Outside of the castle, he'll sit himself down on a bench and remove this belt from around his waist, idly looking it over. He had it with him for as long as he can remember but...well, it's origin eluded him. He'd just found it by chance after all.

After a moment he'll remove a bunch of cards from his pocket, shifting through them too. He'd absolutely no idea what they were, just how to use them with the belt. The figures on the surface of the cards were vaguely familiar, but he still didn't recognize them. God memory loss sucks.]

Mission 006 ~ [Action/Dictated] (Wibbly Wobbly Morning of the 3rd

[noblefive]

[There's a SPARTAN in your kitchen, Paradisa. And he's rummaging through the cupboards before getting a large bag of cheetos.

Not exactly a healthy breakfast, but still. He's also not paying attention to whoever's in here.

The 7'8" Supersoldier turns to leave, but finds that he can't. Either the door won't open, or there's something preventing him from crossing the threshold.

Either way, he's stuck.]

Well... This is new.

dictated

[hostess]

[It's very early morning when Haruhi addresses the castle; she's gone into Host Mode -- her voice over the journals is friendly to the point of almost being bubbly.]

Good morning, Paradisa! I know it's a bit of a walk, but the best way to warm up on a chilly February morning is some coffee from the WildKat in town. Please stop by, and it'd be my pleasure to serve you.

[FILTERED to.. anyone Haruhi has really talked to.]

I baked a cake last night and brought it in this morning. I realize it's a little early for sweets, but would you want to stop in before my shift is over and get a slice?

❀ fifty unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[She'd noticed a while ago. It was just... Angel had left and Sweets and she didn't want to really think about losing someone else. She forgot about it until she went to go ask him a question, then she's reminded that he wasn't there to answer.

Now, she's facing that she's had someone else that she liked leave her behind. This isn't getting easier, either.]

Cupid - [She clears her throat, not liking being the one to give all this information all the time.]

The castle won't be having the actual Cupid around this Valentine's Day. He's gone back to his home.

I know that I'll miss him, though.

Treasure 002#

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry has settled into his room and decorated according to his taste. It's sparsely and practically furnished, except from a artifact or two which he wished up. However he does not like the ability to wish artifacts like that. The thrill of finding and later selling them are not satisfied for him. He then leaves his room and locks it before walking down the corridor. If you're on floor 7 you might bump into him while he's exploring it.]

015 Unread Page(s) In Your Inbox

[is0latedthinker]

( Code Blair Volunteers )

[Alan's settled down in a sunny spot in the Lobby - outside, February still makes the air chilly, but inside it's warm, especially with the aid of the sun. For once, the programmer isn't engrossed in coding on one of his laptops. Actually, he's speaking with what looks to be a robot on the ground in front of him.

A small, dog-shaped robot.

Care to investigate?]

016 ~ Soul Questions [Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

So, I've been thinking...

Contrary to, no doubt, popular belief, I'm in a unique position. I'm one of the few demons who has a soul. It's from my father's side. [He's not going to elaborate further.]

This whole Valentine's Day thing that the castle is supposedly going to throw. I'm not too sure I want part of it, considering that I've just started listening to said soul very recently.

...I think it's a bit too fast, and the backlash could be something to regret.

((OOC: Open over the journals. Feel free to discuss love, and souls and all that sorta stuff.))

✿ 045

[adorbs]

( Mr. Abel, Ms. Lilith, Yosuke )

( Ms. Tomoe )

[there's a quiet 'hmmmm' noise. Nanako has had a lot on her mind lately! Just bits and pieces, thinking about things and people. She's been collecting her thoughts, getting ready to say something like this]

Sometimes... people who are good make mistakes and do bad things, and sometimes people who are bad can help people. [she pauses again]

What does that mean? How do you tell if someone is good or bad... or does everyone just have both inside them? [she says all of this slowly and thoughtfully. She knows it's a big question, so she wants to be taken seriously when she asks it]

25th Death

[twisted_baroque]

[well, guess what finally just clicked in Dextera's head? that his not-really-his birthday had passed a long time ago. he could now be considered '21', though the significance of it was slightly lost on him. but it was more than zero so that was good.

but he was stuck again. what did one do when their age changed? maybe the people here could help him again, so after a minute Dextera writes out a question.]


What do you do on a 'birthday'? Besides becoming older.


[ooc: for those wondering, Dextera's birthday was January 1st, but the mun he forgot.]

two

[scoring]

[ rustle rustle. it's been a week now, and this dear young lady has well and truly settled into castle life. having ghosts do stuff for you is sort of weird, but convenient- she knew that if she never had to carry another back-breakingly huge set of dishes or scrub another floor, it'd be too soon.

but still, it nagged at her, the differences. missing her mother and father, the inn people, all her friends who weren't punks and/or he of the cracked nads...there's a vibe that doesn't jive. that's why she's sitting somewhat stiffer than normally in the kitchen, looking faintly embarrassed at talking into a book. ]

Um, I don't want to cause any trouble, but...I've sort of been wondering about this since I arrived.

[ beat. what wondrous question could it be? some insight into her previous stay? new information about the first gen? a new and exciting way to burn waffles?! ]

Shouldn't we be going to school?

action/dictated

[wintercat]

[It had taken some time, but Cat is starting to spend more time out and about in the castle. The loss with Jon had helped; she realized that she needs to know more people than her late husband’s bastard son.

So slowly, she’s starting to explore and maybe even talk to a few people along the way. It was this exploration that brought her to the small chapel in the castle. It’s not a sept and it’s clearly not a place of worship for her gods, but there’s something comforting about it all the same. It’s the aura, the smell of the incense, the stained glass. The sense of order- something she could never get from the old gods her husband had worshiped.

She would be more hesitant to do this if she saw anyone right away, but for now, the place seems to be empty. She enters and slides into one of the pews, noticing just how much is different and yet how much is the same. She’s silent for a while, but then she opens the journal:]

Do I alone here keep the Seven? I have noticed there is no sept.

[And with that, she goes back into contemplative silence.]

[ooc: Answer her over the journal or run into her in the chapel]