xxviii λ masterpiece

[assassino]

( Leonardo )

----Public (Thursday Morning)-----

[Ezio went to a party last night and Ezio got a little... well, not a little, he got a lot drunk. One thing led to another, and now he is barely-dozing on the couch in the lobby. Sometime in the night he appears to have switched out his Perseus costume for one of, uh, Michelangelo's David. You know, the statue of the naked Biblical dude.

Basically, he is naked and covered in white paint (which is naturally all over the couch cushions.) A throw pillow is strategically placed over his... masterpiece.

Happy November 1st!]

☣ 02

[separateways]

[Now that Halloween is safely over, Ada can be found sitting in the kitchen, a hot cup of tea in front of her, untouched. It's more of an excuse to people watch, really.]

I can already say that I've had much more accommodating stays. You people get back to it quickly, don't you? Cats taking body parts or castle tricks, I'm still impressed I haven't seen anyone lose it yet.

[Unfortunately, she's getting the feeling there will be plenty of time for that.]

On the subject of sanity... I should probably find a job to keep me occupied, hmm?

[Just for appearances, of course.]

1st Ballad: Nightmare Night isn't all too nightmarish... [backdated to October 31st]

[loveisabattlefield]

I think I'm starting to understand this "Halloween" that's keeping everyone busy today. Back in Equestria, we call it Nightmare Night; it's almost the exact same thing, right down to the costumes and candy, but there's story behind it!

One night per year, Nightmare Moon descends from the skies on the prowl for ponies to hunt, but as long as you were dressed in a costume, she wouldn't find you. You still have to go out and collect candy, but you have to give some of your share to Nightmare Moon...or she'll come and get you! Ooooooooooh~

(Yes, she's making ghost noises. It's for dramatic effect, okay? Of course, Cadence starts laughing after that. She'll spare that whole "eating ponies" part because that's just dumb. Ponies don't eat ponies.)

So how did Halloween come into being? Is there a big, scary monster everyone's trying to hide from, too?

Drip, Drop, Time to Wake Up [ Action/Dictated ]

[wishmadeinfire]

 [ Anyone remember that painting in the middle of the wall down that one hallway? No? Well, it's different today. Like, really different.

It's pushing out from its frame, the paint distorting as it seemed to stretch, like pushing at plastic wrapping. Eventually, it parts like the surface of water, rippling, a hand appearing. More and more comes out, color being sucked out through that single point from the painting. Finally Ashura stood in the hall, dressed in the royal regalia he had featured in the painting - richly colored robes, styled hair, small bits of ceremonial armor. Paint dripped from his fingers, robes, ears, and hair, forming small brightly colored puddles on the floor. 

Golden eyes blinked, looking around, dazed, like he had woken up from a long sleep and it was taking a moment for the cotton to clear out. He looked up and down the hall, and finally reached into a belt at his waist and tugged out his journal - somehow he just knew it was there.]

Felix? Galadriel? Phoebe? Mufasa? Anyone? I am still in Paradisa am I not? How long have I been... well, frankly I don't know where I've been, I just know I've been asleep maybe? What has happened in my absence? 

Come.. come to my chambers. I think I need to sit down and have some tea.

[ And with that he walks the few paces to his room, opens the door and sinks down into a chair and is immediately attacked by Sybil and Agni, yipping and wriggling on him as he wishes up a pot of tea and... cake. Yes. Cake with more sugar than you could shake a stick at.]

Snow White Needs a Kiss [ Action ]

[peacockherald]

[ Paradisa, see that pretty white horse? Well, she's hauling butt from the fields towards where Vanyel's glass casket is in the garden. She had been out at the fields to graze a bit so she didn't hurt the garden when she felt it. He was back. He wasn't dreaming, he was back.

Except, when she got there, all that was different was that the glass top of the casket had somehow shifted into glass-formed flowers around his still prone body. 

Yes, Vanyel was still asleep, or at least, it seemed that way. Perhaps he was trying to wake up and it was just hard to, considering he had been asleep for a month. She tried nudging him, but nothing happened, he remained sleeping.

Maybe he needed some extra incentive?]

[ooc: shake him, slap him, punch him, kiss him - try and wake him up however you like ~]

Fifty Seventh Sip

[mal_addict]

[Filtered to those who experienced her nightmare]

...This is a long time coming, I know, and I'm [She pauses here, sincerity isn't exactly her strong suit] well, I'm sorry. About the apology itself being late, and for what happened within it. Sort of a double-apology if you will. I've been rather distracted trying to keep sane up until now.

Anyway. I wish I could tell you none of it was real, that it was all a figment of my imagination, but it wasn't. I was that person, a few years ago. I would have killed any one of you and really, truly enjoyed doing it.

...But I'm not that person any more. Or at least...I'm trying not to be. I gave up blood for a reason, after all. I have no desire to go back to that.

I'm really not good at this apologising playing nice thing, so let's just leave it at that before things get awkward, shall we?