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msattentionspan( Sam Winchester )
Did I miss someone telling everyone that Fenris is gone? ['Cause guess who went to look for him and didn't find him?]
Jul. 12th, 2012
msattentionspan( Sam Winchester )
Did I miss someone telling everyone that Fenris is gone? ['Cause guess who went to look for him and didn't find him?]
got me on my toes
Jul. 12th, 2012 10:46 ampersequor( Tony Stark )
[ Nymeria snatches the journal out of her grasp. Arya runs after the direwolf across the lawn's green grass. Grabbing the journal, she tries to pull it away from Nymeria. The direwolf, standing on four legs almost as tall as Arya, jerks the journal free, making Arya fall. The air is forcibly expelled from her lungs. Nymeria looms over her, still clutching the journal as if it were a war prize. Her tail wags in the air.]
(( ooc: come meet Nymeria! :> ))
[ Nymeria snatches the journal out of her grasp. Arya runs after the direwolf across the lawn's green grass. Grabbing the journal, she tries to pull it away from Nymeria. The direwolf, standing on four legs almost as tall as Arya, jerks the journal free, making Arya fall. The air is forcibly expelled from her lungs. Nymeria looms over her, still clutching the journal as if it were a war prize. Her tail wags in the air.]
(( ooc: come meet Nymeria! :> ))
054 - Gateway
Jul. 12th, 2012 12:21 pmjammin_with_ed[Edward's been quite busy doing... uh... stuff... lately. It's quite exhausting, really. So she's decided to take a nap.
In the middle of the hallway.
Sure nope she's not in anyone's way]
((ooc: Feel free to spot her/trip over her in any hallway in the castle. Even if she's woken up she'll just pass out somewhere else eventually))
In the middle of the hallway.
Sure nope she's not in anyone's way]
((ooc: Feel free to spot her/trip over her in any hallway in the castle. Even if she's woken up she'll just pass out somewhere else eventually))
005 lines of code
Jul. 12th, 2012 12:25 pmmessin_with_my_zen_thingI must say I enjoyed that game someone posted on the, what do you call it? CastleNet? A couple of weeks ago. Simple but entertaining. I've been poking around the network a little bit and I'm curious - is there anyone currently working as a system admin for it? Or any sort of moderator? I can see the hands of a few different programmers in here and I couldn't help but wonder.
[Having gotten hold of a laptop, Flynn sees no point in staying inside while he continues his poking at CastleNet. So he's migrated out to the garden where he's leaning against a tree with the laptop on his lap. Currently he's half working and half listening to the birds chirping in the tree above him and just enjoying the peace of nature.]
[Having gotten hold of a laptop, Flynn sees no point in staying inside while he continues his poking at CastleNet. So he's migrated out to the garden where he's leaning against a tree with the laptop on his lap. Currently he's half working and half listening to the birds chirping in the tree above him and just enjoying the peace of nature.]
033 spells cast
Jul. 12th, 2012 12:43 pmkungfuwitchA few people have been talking about whether or not they miss work back home or if it's worth it to work here. While the break has been nice I think I miss my job back home. I've tried to start it up again here but I haven't had any takers. [she chuckles] I'm an advice columnist. I have a column called Ask Phoebe in the newspaper. As stressful as it could be sometimes, I loved it. I would reply to every single letter - even if they didn't get published.
The one thing I always wondered, though, is whether or not anyone actually took my advice. But I guess that's part of the appeal of writing an anonymous letter, isn't it? The freedom of choosing whether or not to take someone's advice without worrying about what they'll think if you don't.
[She laughs] Would you listen to me? All this free time has made me philosophical. I need to do something. Hey, does anyone out there know kung fu or any kind of martial arts? I'd love a sparring partner, it's been a while and I could use the practice.
( Anyone working on the murder case )
The one thing I always wondered, though, is whether or not anyone actually took my advice. But I guess that's part of the appeal of writing an anonymous letter, isn't it? The freedom of choosing whether or not to take someone's advice without worrying about what they'll think if you don't.
[She laughs] Would you listen to me? All this free time has made me philosophical. I need to do something. Hey, does anyone out there know kung fu or any kind of martial arts? I'd love a sparring partner, it's been a while and I could use the practice.
( Anyone working on the murder case )
modernholmes [The moment he had been released from the clinic Conan had headed straight for the scene of the crime. He quickly busies himself investigating the scene. He fully expected that the evidence had been at least partially contaminated by this point, but he hoped that this assessment combined with Hattori's report would give him a useful analysis of the crime scene.
Eventually he moves away and retrieves his journal. He continues gazing thoughtfully at the body as he dictates a short message into the journal.]
Hello! I am wondering who was first at the murder scene. What did it look like then? Wouldn't it be useful to compare notes on that?
[Then he's putting his gloves back on and heading back to crawl around the scene some more.]
Eventually he moves away and retrieves his journal. He continues gazing thoughtfully at the body as he dictates a short message into the journal.]
Hello! I am wondering who was first at the murder scene. What did it look like then? Wouldn't it be useful to compare notes on that?
[Then he's putting his gloves back on and heading back to crawl around the scene some more.]
(no subject)
Jul. 12th, 2012 03:24 pmbilliardsplz[Gold's in the kitchen, drumming a pen on his journal while his soup heats up]
Hey, you know what I've always wondered? What's so special about turning sixteen? When the castle changes into those modern cities, everyone's prattling on about turning sixteen, there's shows and movies about turning sixteen, but what gives? Back home, you could practically be an adult at ten since that's the legal age to go running around the wilderness with a Pokemon.
Hey, you know what I've always wondered? What's so special about turning sixteen? When the castle changes into those modern cities, everyone's prattling on about turning sixteen, there's shows and movies about turning sixteen, but what gives? Back home, you could practically be an adult at ten since that's the legal age to go running around the wilderness with a Pokemon.
madetosin[There is a man in the corner of the lobby, curled on his side with a hand to his side, where blood blooms outwards on the pure white canvas of his clothing.
His breath shudders and one silver eye opens, showing a glimmer of confusion.
Moments ago he'd been dying. Muraki had been sure of it. Shortness of breath, fluttering pulse, and the unmistakable dark edge of approaching unconsciousness. And if that hadn't been enough, there had been the fire...
...Fire? Who had set that fire?
He frowned and shifted, gazing around at his surroundings. Could he be dead right now? This could almost be JuOhCho - though if he was here for judgement he was sure there'd be someone keeping a very close eye on him. But there was no one at the moment.
He slowly pushed onto an elbow and glanced downwards, tugging at this bloodstained garments. The blood was still fresh and wet, but the stab wound to his side was gone completely. Not even a scar.
Curious.
Not quite as curious, perhaps, as the fact when he tries to picture the face of whoever it was that had put that wound there, he came up completely blank.
The doctor moved to sit up further, his bloody hand reaching out and brushing over the open pages of a book he hadn't yet noticed near his side, leaving a large bloody smear across one page of the journals.]
What's this?
((open via journal or in person. He's been healed by the castle, he just looks like a bloody mess XD))
His breath shudders and one silver eye opens, showing a glimmer of confusion.
Moments ago he'd been dying. Muraki had been sure of it. Shortness of breath, fluttering pulse, and the unmistakable dark edge of approaching unconsciousness. And if that hadn't been enough, there had been the fire...
...Fire? Who had set that fire?
He frowned and shifted, gazing around at his surroundings. Could he be dead right now? This could almost be JuOhCho - though if he was here for judgement he was sure there'd be someone keeping a very close eye on him. But there was no one at the moment.
He slowly pushed onto an elbow and glanced downwards, tugging at this bloodstained garments. The blood was still fresh and wet, but the stab wound to his side was gone completely. Not even a scar.
Curious.
Not quite as curious, perhaps, as the fact when he tries to picture the face of whoever it was that had put that wound there, he came up completely blank.
The doctor moved to sit up further, his bloody hand reaching out and brushing over the open pages of a book he hadn't yet noticed near his side, leaving a large bloody smear across one page of the journals.]
What's this?
((open via journal or in person. He's been healed by the castle, he just looks like a bloody mess XD))
polar[Outside, about a hundred feet from the duck pond, there now stands a small area covered in pillars of rock standing very close together. They range from three to ten feet high with the tops wide enough to hold a single, upright person.
And speaking of upright people-- Korra's there in the middle of it, twirling and jumping from rock to rock, her legs and arms a blur of motion. The only thing they leave in their wake is a bright flash of fire that quickly fizzles out due to lack of energy as she moves quickly from one form to another. Quick flashes of light of varying intensities is really the only way to describe the sight.
Given another few minutes of this, she ends with a final, albeit large, blast of fire from her high kick and jumps off the pilar on to the ground below. The duck pond is her goal, and once she's there, Korra plops down at the egde. With a flick of her wrist, a stream of water comes out and hangs above her, drizzling its contents over her head and on to the journal she's brought with her.]
Man, that was great! It's good to finally get a workout in without having to watch where I step. Those weird machines in the gym are too complicated. Whatever happened to exercise without the bells and whistles?
[She heaves a loud, happy sigh as she water flow ends.]
But as nice as that was, there's something lacking, probably a partner. Katara's great for waterbending with, but fire and earth are still solo work. Nothing wrong, but... it helps to have someone, I guess.
Anywa-- oh! Hey, there's an idea! Anyone with some weird power want a practice partner? I'm pretty well versed in some things, mostly physical fighting. C'mon, it'll be fun!
((ooc: open journal or in person, backdated to the 10th!))
And speaking of upright people-- Korra's there in the middle of it, twirling and jumping from rock to rock, her legs and arms a blur of motion. The only thing they leave in their wake is a bright flash of fire that quickly fizzles out due to lack of energy as she moves quickly from one form to another. Quick flashes of light of varying intensities is really the only way to describe the sight.
Given another few minutes of this, she ends with a final, albeit large, blast of fire from her high kick and jumps off the pilar on to the ground below. The duck pond is her goal, and once she's there, Korra plops down at the egde. With a flick of her wrist, a stream of water comes out and hangs above her, drizzling its contents over her head and on to the journal she's brought with her.]
Man, that was great! It's good to finally get a workout in without having to watch where I step. Those weird machines in the gym are too complicated. Whatever happened to exercise without the bells and whistles?
[She heaves a loud, happy sigh as she water flow ends.]
But as nice as that was, there's something lacking, probably a partner. Katara's great for waterbending with, but fire and earth are still solo work. Nothing wrong, but... it helps to have someone, I guess.
Anywa-- oh! Hey, there's an idea! Anyone with some weird power want a practice partner? I'm pretty well versed in some things, mostly physical fighting. C'mon, it'll be fun!
((ooc: open journal or in person, backdated to the 10th!))
seven tests | dictated
Jul. 12th, 2012 06:13 pmvaluedstrength( Private/Bucky )
( People who attended his birthday party )
[Steve is outside on the castle grounds today. If you've read the filter above you won't be surprised that he's already putting some of his gifts to work. Pepper might recognize the leather bag for example.]
Since we visited Paris I try to do a painting for every world change. I'm almost done with the last one. [A beat. He's going to get to the point.]
I was wondering if anyone wants something while I'm out on the grounds. I can make you a quick sketch. [A small laugh.] Something with color.
( People who attended his birthday party )
[Steve is outside on the castle grounds today. If you've read the filter above you won't be surprised that he's already putting some of his gifts to work. Pepper might recognize the leather bag for example.]
Since we visited Paris I try to do a painting for every world change. I'm almost done with the last one. [A beat. He's going to get to the point.]
I was wondering if anyone wants something while I'm out on the grounds. I can make you a quick sketch. [A small laugh.] Something with color.
wilder[So Zelos has been back for about four days now...but he's been kinda putting off actually saying anything indicating he's back. Buuut he knows he can't run for it forever, so while he's hanging out on the roof, legs swinging over the edge, he'll flip open the journal and dictate in his rather cheerful and obnoxious way:]
Yo! Guess I should probably say I got back from the Dead Zone a few days ago - just sorta slipped my mind to leave word in the journal. But no need to worry, I'm all safe and sound from the adventure. Hope none of you lovely ladies were crying too hard about my absence! ♥
[What? No one said he had to be super NICE about it]
Anyway, the whole thing was pretty uneventful and aside from some weird tracks that disappeared after a half mile- not a whole lot to note. But hey, guess we can't make great discoveries every time we go out there huh? Oh well!
So good to be back! How's it been back at the castle? I can't say I was looking at the journal a whole lot.
Yo! Guess I should probably say I got back from the Dead Zone a few days ago - just sorta slipped my mind to leave word in the journal. But no need to worry, I'm all safe and sound from the adventure. Hope none of you lovely ladies were crying too hard about my absence! ♥
[What? No one said he had to be super NICE about it]
Anyway, the whole thing was pretty uneventful and aside from some weird tracks that disappeared after a half mile- not a whole lot to note. But hey, guess we can't make great discoveries every time we go out there huh? Oh well!
So good to be back! How's it been back at the castle? I can't say I was looking at the journal a whole lot.
transferedfatePeople here have been here for years, right? And there have been lots of "changes"... Times when the castle became another place.
I came here right after the camp, so I've never really seen it happen... what is it like? Everyone just wakes up and it's a completely different place? What kind of places have happened before? Is there any kind of pattern to it?
What I'm really asking is, I'd like to hear more about the history here. I've looked through the journal, but it doesn't go back very far. Did something happen? I know people have been here longer than the journal goes back.
[Yeah, you might hear an impatient tapping of a pencil on a desk. Someone might be a little impatient for answers]
I came here right after the camp, so I've never really seen it happen... what is it like? Everyone just wakes up and it's a completely different place? What kind of places have happened before? Is there any kind of pattern to it?
What I'm really asking is, I'd like to hear more about the history here. I've looked through the journal, but it doesn't go back very far. Did something happen? I know people have been here longer than the journal goes back.
[Yeah, you might hear an impatient tapping of a pencil on a desk. Someone might be a little impatient for answers]
xxii λ cake
Jul. 12th, 2012 09:38 pmassassino---- Cesare Borgia's room ----
[Conveniently, Cesare's room is right below his. Ezio feels this is a blessing, in some sense, basically knowing where Cesare's foxhole is at all times, but being close to a potential enemy is discomforting in another sense entirely.
He hopes it makes Cesare squirm more.
Ah, but there's business to attend to. Ezio has a bone to pick right now.
He knocks on Cesare's door.]
[Conveniently, Cesare's room is right below his. Ezio feels this is a blessing, in some sense, basically knowing where Cesare's foxhole is at all times, but being close to a potential enemy is discomforting in another sense entirely.
He hopes it makes Cesare squirm more.
Ah, but there's business to attend to. Ezio has a bone to pick right now.
He knocks on Cesare's door.]
88 Swords in the Stone
Jul. 12th, 2012 10:36 pmexcalibured[There's a long, frustrated sound, and the rustle of fabric as he drags his hands through his hair and rubs at his face]
I'm going to go mad.
[Because he can't stop thinking of everything that happened, and secluding himself hasn't helped...And thinking of Morgana's intended intervention...Ugh. After the barest of hesitations, he pens in a quick filter]
[Lady Catelyn Stark;]
If you can spare some time, there is a matter I would like to have your counsel on. I fear there are few who would understand it, and I'd most appreciate it. If you can, I'll meet you at a location of your choosing.
I'm going to go mad.
[Because he can't stop thinking of everything that happened, and secluding himself hasn't helped...And thinking of Morgana's intended intervention...Ugh. After the barest of hesitations, he pens in a quick filter]
[Lady Catelyn Stark;]
If you can spare some time, there is a matter I would like to have your counsel on. I fear there are few who would understand it, and I'd most appreciate it. If you can, I'll meet you at a location of your choosing.