ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs

[wolfchild]

[ She stumbles into snow. The cold slices into her. Soaked, filthy, with travel-stained clothes turned almost to rags on her skinny frame and matted, tangled hair only just growing out again, she looks little like a girl, much less like the missing younger Stark daughter.

She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. Her face is uncomfortably hot yet she's freezing. Her shivering near knocks her off her feet as she clambers up the steps. ]

My mother…

[ Arya feels her eyes fill with tears. She was going to find her mother and her brother. She was almost home. It wasn't fair. ]

Hunt 016 ~ [Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

[The voice that comes over is pretty out of breath, and sounding a bit annoyed.]

Anyone here know how t'get a Motorbike outta a door?

[After finally deciding to stop by his room in the castle after a few weeks out in the forest, he's found his Christmas present; A Triumph Bonneville 650 Motorbike. The castle has oh-so lovingly stuck it right in the centre of his bedroom.]

---

( Filtered to Clementine )

the turth it no longer thrills me

[scinlae]

If your greatest enemy arrived here and you had a chance to make them pay for all that they have done, knowing that their death will only be temporary, would you do it? Would you take the chance? Or would you let them live?

[ It frustrates her, not knowing what to do now that he is here. On the one hand she wants to kill him, she wants to make him suffer; for lying to her, for poisoning her, for ruining every one of her plans. (It was him! It was always him!)

Yet on the other hand... on the other hand she doesn't, some lingering feelings want to forgive him. But can she? Does she have the capacity to forgive him after everything? ]

Could you forgive them? For all the harm they have caused to befall you? For all the loss and torment?

I find myself at a cross roads with no idea where to turn, however I want to pose these questions to you Paradisa.

What would you do?

051. Candy Store Rock

[samson]

( Ezio )

[Meanwhile, Brock can be found in the garden, absently twirling this totally badass sword he got for Christmas. Maladict is the best person/vampire/thing in the world and gives the best gifts, 100% true.

He's not paying a particular amount of attention to his surroundings, so it's completely plausible that someone can watch for a bit and silently judge him, but he's careful enough where he won't accidentally swing it at somebody's face.]

61; action/dictated

[gottaknockhard]

( Action; Town )

[Later -- Spike can be found in the castle lobby, trying to sleep on a couch while a dog is nearby, busy working to get his journal open. It's only when he starts barking at it that Spike looks over to see what he's doing.]

Let me know if you get to the bottom of it. [When Ein lifts his head up in response, he smiles slightly. Sometimes it's almost like he understands.] Or use it as a chew toy. You'll get better use out of that thing than I do.

[That thought amuses him as he closes his eyes and rolls back over to nap, completely missing the soft whine coming from his roommate. The exciting life of a cowboy.]


ooc: open to action anywhere or the journal!

written;

[akito]

What is today's date??


( Friends/Friendly Acquaintances )

2nd drink; text

[goingrogue]

[ Since Jane's tumble down the stairs Roxy has found herself extremely worried. To keep herself from worrying all the time she's turned to her one of her favorite past times. Thanks right folks, teen drinking all up in here. ]

janneyt still haesnt worken up yest
im gettig srsly worried
like how olong does tit usually take for ppls to wake up
*it
sh e i s gonna work up rite
i doenst wont to think about it if she doesnt
this ttlies socks
but im not goig 2 think about it anymore than i halrdy ave
im just gonna just mix me up a few more martinis over here
an enjoy the shit out of them
kike nothin ever happined
tho i woudlt mind compansy
vrsky i want 2 appopolize for not believins u the other day janes body
*vrrrskyyyyy
*vriskass
*viska
i guess dat was p embararrassing
emphasis on da ass
n what a great ass it issss
i guess what im gettins at is
if u want 2 come hang out i would be down wid that
u 2 purrpeta
furrrrrrfeta
n any1 else for that matter
lets all get our drinkin on
tho u dont haeve 2 dronk if ud ont want 2

Dictated

[schrodingersghost]

 ...So, can anyone suggest a good book on dog training?  [Danny's voice is more than a little harried today.  He is asking his question from a precarious perch high on a shelf in the library.  Who knew there could be so many different books on the subject?]

I'm kind of lost.  Does it really matter what breed it is?

second; dictated/action

[magicus]

[ Merlin hadn't really expected to ever be running inane errands for Arthur again (for more reason than one), but he took to it with thrilled enthusiasm at the start. It was familiar, and it was simple, and-

Well, it got old after a few days, actually. And it's particularly old right now. He's attempting to carry a tenuously high stack of books back from the castle's library to Arthur's house (which, Arthur living in a house when there's a castle nearby, how's that for backwards) when he trips in the snow and sends the books and himself sprawling.

He only looks mildly chagrined as he goes to collect the books, some of which have more or less vanished into a snowbank. His journal happens to be one of them, and no, he's not aware it's open. ]

- perfect, now he'll call me an idiot for ruining the pages. Probably doesn't even read them. Don't know if anybody's told you, Arthur, but you aren't exactly busy being a king here. If you really wanted to read, you could go to the library like a normal person instead of just keeping books round the house to make you look intelligent.

[ Then, a bit more distracted and muttered under his breath as he focuses on one of the books: ]

King of Cabbage Heads, maybe.

[ Okay, so he might be more than mildly chagrined. He's also crouched down and testing out drying one of the books with magic, but if anyone sees him, he just looks like he's focusing very hard on a ruined book. ]

( ooc: open to action or over the journal! )

030 || written/dictated;

[workaphilic]

( [ Private ] )

[When the journal opens again, Sherlock seems to be mid-ramble. The usual smugness or abrasiveness that's usually in his tone when he talks to Paradisa at large is absent; he sounds monotone, almost like he's talking to himself. The only indication that he even knows he's speaking to the journal is that he opened it in the first place.]

Magic doesn't exist in my world. The idea of it is fanciful and pointless, and most are actually reasonable enough to recognize it. Those who don't are simple minded people in need of an excuse not to face the realities of life, or death, or whatever else it is they won't look at too closely.

Even still, you can't hear the end of it. There are stories, loads of them, about different worlds with different rules, about magic. Those worlds are either better or worse than mine, depending on the genre and the age level. They're works of fiction, all hopeless exercises in the impossible, but ordinary people snap them up like candy.

They say they don't believe in it, but the sentiment is the same. They don't want to acknowledge the obvious in our world, so they demand a different one. Easiest way to make a world not like ours is with magic.

This world, though. Hardly different at all, is it? The pool of resources is different, but the rest of it is similar enough. Not even all human, and you're still an adequate enough approximation for humanity. It's almost--

[He stops, abruptly.]

Oh.

[A pause. His voice gets clearer, like he's coming back to earth.]

Never mind. Disregard all that.

[And he flips the journal shut.]

☢ 004 | dictated

[wantsiceland]

[there might be a few water droplets on the journal pages today, because this punchclock villain is spending her off-the-clock time lounging in the hot tub in the castle pool room, a small stack of books and magazines on a towel rack next to her-- she's actually in quite a good mood right now, in contrast to the other times she's decided to make her own journal entry, so her voice is relaxed and even a bit affable]

Not bad. If I close my eyes I can almost pretend this is a resort complex in Tahiti. Now, if only that beach room was open seven days a week, this place might just be perfect.

For a certain definition of perfect, anyway. But it definitely could be worse.

[a small fingerprint-sized drop of water appears on the page as she taps the journal, her tone almost playful]

Now how many of you think I just jinxed it?

[OOC: also open to in-person interactions for anyone who wants to drop by to bug her/hang out/completely destroy her serenity with cannonballs into the pool/whatever.]

sixty-first labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

( Chimera members, magic users, and anyone interested in the outposts )

( Chimera members  )

Scroll Forty Seven

[huffythedragon]

[Spike knows he's behind on asking this question. Maybe it's because he's been afraid of what he'll find out. But he knows eventually, he HAS to know, just in case he has to apologise.

...But boy, does he hope it's not bad]

I uh... I was wondering if anypony saw me during that feast of fools thing. Not...me-me, but the mirror version of me? I don't remember anything form that whole mess and I kinda was to know what the other-me did.

And be super sorry if I...he did anything to upset anypony.

019 Summons ❈ Action & Dictated

[rose_of_battle]

[It's been a couple of weeks, Paradisa, but Sheena's making her way back to the castle. While her departure had been quiet and quick, her return is quite the opposite. She didn't bother to hide the sight of her riding on the back of a giant rodent as he made his way slowly across the terrain towards the castle in broad daylight.

If anyone's watching her, she's oblivious as pain and exhaustion overtakes her the closer they get to their destination. Once she's at the castle, she makes her way up to her room as Gnome disappears in front of anyone who's watching, and collapses on the bed. She has every intention of returning to Lloyd and Colette's house, but she has things here she needs to pick up first--right after a nap.]

[Several hours later....]

[Sheena's wide awake, and with her journal propped open beside her, she takes care of those cuts and scrapes she had received while in the DZ, the occasional gasp of pain entering her dictation.]

Hey, everyone, I'm back from the Dead Zone. [whoops, she hadn't told anyone she was going there, had she? Too late to change it now. Rushing forward now:]

First, to whoever left me the cookies, thank you! They were pretty good!

And...If I didn't know better, I'd swear the Daruma Doll I found in my room is the same one my grandfather had. It has his name on it and everything. Ummm, whoever got that for me...Th-Thanks. Thank you so much.

[Now her tone changes into one of concern.]

And what in the name of Mizuho has been going on? I've been reading some of the past journal entries and people mentioned doubles being here... Is everyone all right?

( Danny Fenton )

( Raine )

( Genis )

( Colette )

( Lloyd )

[She closes the journal and delivers one more present with the note: "I should have given this to you sooner, but I hope you like it."]

[Spike the Dragon: He'll get a gemstone-studded suit jacket to match the tie he told Sheena about.

She's got a few more, but she's not exactly sure how well-received she'd be in delivering them, so she's staying away from any possible rejection.]


[ooc: Yep, she left presents before she left on vacation like the sneaky little ninja she is. Sheena can be hit up on either the journal or when she's walking around to talk about anything: the gifts, her question, that giant bow-wearing, shovel-carrying Spirit Summon--or just to shoot the breeze.]