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wolfchildDaenerys Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and Khaleesi of the Dothraki, has gone.
[ She does not sound angry or sad or even disappointed. Only resigned. ]
[ She does not sound angry or sad or even disappointed. Only resigned. ]
Feb. 1st, 2013
wolfchildsavors[ This past month has been a trying one all the way around, culminating in her fighting with a werewolf shortly after hearing someone else she was attached to had left. Now, another had followed them. And Arya, she's still trying to wrap her mind around the change in her. The one she loved and trusted more than anyone here, and she couldn't do anything to help.
It's been a few days, but she's finally found her way back to the castle. She's fallen into old habits; in that it looks like she hasn't showered since she left the castle last and her clothing is caked with dirt and claw marks in the chest of her sweater. So, where does a lonely vampire kid go to gather her thoughts? Why, the roof, of course! Rather than dictate, she pens in a few filters. ]
( Her friends )
( Allen Walker )
( Vampires )
( Lana )
[ooc Over the journal, or action if any night owls are out and about.]
It's been a few days, but she's finally found her way back to the castle. She's fallen into old habits; in that it looks like she hasn't showered since she left the castle last and her clothing is caked with dirt and claw marks in the chest of her sweater. So, where does a lonely vampire kid go to gather her thoughts? Why, the roof, of course! Rather than dictate, she pens in a few filters. ]
( Her friends )
( Allen Walker )
( Vampires )
( Lana )
[ooc Over the journal, or action if any night owls are out and about.]
052. Dazed and Confused
Feb. 1st, 2013 01:53 pmsamson[It's early in the morning, around seven o'clock, when Brock's voice comes over the journals. Not that he's expecting too many people to be up at this hour, but maybe they'll come across it later? Ugh.
Stupid.]
So, uh ... I think I misplaced my wife someplace. She usually prowls around at night but comes back by this time, so ... if anybody's seen a really annoying cat, can you return her to me?
[He's hoping she's just hiding somewhere, because if she's fallen down a well or got stuck up a tree or something stupid, he's going to be mad. As it is, he's distracted enough to forget to mention that she's usually not a cat.]
Thanks.
Stupid.]
So, uh ... I think I misplaced my wife someplace. She usually prowls around at night but comes back by this time, so ... if anybody's seen a really annoying cat, can you return her to me?
[He's hoping she's just hiding somewhere, because if she's fallen down a well or got stuck up a tree or something stupid, he's going to be mad. As it is, he's distracted enough to forget to mention that she's usually not a cat.]
Thanks.
056. voice | action, loss start!
Feb. 1st, 2013 02:43 pmfoolreversed[needed your ears today Paradisa? Well sorry, because you're probably not gonna get much use out of them after that incredibly shrill whistle that just got blown over the journal. (Not that the person blowing it even notices the open journal there)
A familiar voice starts:]
Attention! I don't know who- or even where -you are but I hope you know there are grave punishments for kidnapping an officer of the law! And on his birthday no less too! [then his voice loses some of that tough cop bravado he'd been trying to keep going for it] Seriously, my birthday really?! Either this was planned too well or I have the worst timing in the world...
[and then he starts looking around and muttering to himself, the sound of his boots mixing with his voice] Man, are there even any cameras in this dump? Talk about some lousy kidnappers... they even let me keep my gun. [and then he tests the door] Oh are you serious! The door isn't even locked! This is the worst kidnapping ever!
[that's when a possibility dawns on him] ...Heeeeey, wait a minute this isn't just more hazing is it?! Oh come on guys, I've been on the force for several months now, that's just uncalled for!
[well... nothing else to do now but go exploring he guesses.
For anyone walking around the castle you might find yourself being stopped and questioned by a much younger Adachi, clad in a police uniform and a little more cleaned up than usual]
(ooc: loss details here!)
A familiar voice starts:]
Attention! I don't know who- or even where -you are but I hope you know there are grave punishments for kidnapping an officer of the law! And on his birthday no less too! [then his voice loses some of that tough cop bravado he'd been trying to keep going for it] Seriously, my birthday really?! Either this was planned too well or I have the worst timing in the world...
[and then he starts looking around and muttering to himself, the sound of his boots mixing with his voice] Man, are there even any cameras in this dump? Talk about some lousy kidnappers... they even let me keep my gun. [and then he tests the door] Oh are you serious! The door isn't even locked! This is the worst kidnapping ever!
[that's when a possibility dawns on him] ...Heeeeey, wait a minute this isn't just more hazing is it?! Oh come on guys, I've been on the force for several months now, that's just uncalled for!
[well... nothing else to do now but go exploring he guesses.
For anyone walking around the castle you might find yourself being stopped and questioned by a much younger Adachi, clad in a police uniform and a little more cleaned up than usual]
(ooc: loss details here!)
songsandstoriesI've thought oft on it, being here in this castle-- [And how much she misliked being a captive.]
But how many people come from places where they've just outlived a war? I mean not a rebellion or an uprising, but something that's truly torn the land and the people.
[She pauses, her voice low.] Even for the right reasons.
I doubt not the effectiveness of it, but I am neither a soldier nor a knight. I know little of weaponry save the armor of a lady, what's been taught to me.
[It's been the hardest thing about picking up a bow. Weapons were something her brothers had, Arya can have her sword. But even here, what use are words when the Castle can so easily corrupt all you have? Family still means something to her, even if she doesn't publicly bare the name Stark.]
How do you recover what you can never have again? What is home when all that's left are ghosts?
But how many people come from places where they've just outlived a war? I mean not a rebellion or an uprising, but something that's truly torn the land and the people.
[She pauses, her voice low.] Even for the right reasons.
I doubt not the effectiveness of it, but I am neither a soldier nor a knight. I know little of weaponry save the armor of a lady, what's been taught to me.
[It's been the hardest thing about picking up a bow. Weapons were something her brothers had, Arya can have her sword. But even here, what use are words when the Castle can so easily corrupt all you have? Family still means something to her, even if she doesn't publicly bare the name Stark.]
How do you recover what you can never have again? What is home when all that's left are ghosts?
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Feb. 1st, 2013 05:15 pmchecklist[ Filtered to everypony who knew Spike ]
[ The following is dictated by a pony who is clearly trying to hold back her emotions. ]
To... to anypony who knew him, Spike has gone back home.
I know he's made a lot of friends here.... he's... he's always trying to make new friends. But home is a much nicer place, especially for... somepony like him. [ You know, a baby dragon. ]
He's... left letters, for his friends. The ghosts should have delivered them to everypony by now, but if they haven't... he just wants to let you all know that... he cares for all of you, and that you'll... we'll... all be missed.
[ She doesn't have... anything else to say... she probably should end it better than this, but she'd rather not get emotional to all of Spike's friends. She closes the journal.
...And no, her filter doesn't distinguish between people who know Spike the dragon or the space cowboy. ]
[ The following is dictated by a pony who is clearly trying to hold back her emotions. ]
To... to anypony who knew him, Spike has gone back home.
I know he's made a lot of friends here.... he's... he's always trying to make new friends. But home is a much nicer place, especially for... somepony like him. [ You know, a baby dragon. ]
He's... left letters, for his friends. The ghosts should have delivered them to everypony by now, but if they haven't... he just wants to let you all know that... he cares for all of you, and that you'll... we'll... all be missed.
[ She doesn't have... anything else to say... she probably should end it better than this, but she'd rather not get emotional to all of Spike's friends. She closes the journal.
...And no, her filter doesn't distinguish between people who know Spike the dragon or the space cowboy. ]
Vriska: Be Talkative
Feb. 1st, 2013 05:33 pmwagers( People who have been here for more than two years/an entire sweep. )
( People who are new to Paradisa. )
( John Egbert )
( Aradia Megido )
[That actually gives her something to think about. And she'll dictate to the castle at large.
(This part is also filtered away from Aradia Megido and anyone who would tell her that she's even asking about this!) So there.]
Hey, so. That Valentine's Day thing. I know it's all for the people you have a soft spot for, someone you're crushing on, or even for friends who you are totally platonic with!
But what about people you hate? Like, the people you just really hate because they act like they're so much better than you but they're not but it's like, you can't really live without them? You know those people?
Does anyone ever do anything for those people on Valentine's Day? If so, what?
[And one more because why not.]
( Friends )
( People who are new to Paradisa. )
( John Egbert )
( Aradia Megido )
[That actually gives her something to think about. And she'll dictate to the castle at large.
(This part is also filtered away from Aradia Megido and anyone who would tell her that she's even asking about this!) So there.]
Hey, so. That Valentine's Day thing. I know it's all for the people you have a soft spot for, someone you're crushing on, or even for friends who you are totally platonic with!
But what about people you hate? Like, the people you just really hate because they act like they're so much better than you but they're not but it's like, you can't really live without them? You know those people?
Does anyone ever do anything for those people on Valentine's Day? If so, what?
[And one more because why not.]
( Friends )
050 red letters
Feb. 1st, 2013 06:20 pmeat_me_beat_meOh thank god! I thought I'd never be back to normal! A month. A fucking month stuck as a fairy. Happy anniversary to me.
So does anyone feel like doing something? I feel like going out tonight.
( Everyone she met as a fairy )
( Rise )
So does anyone feel like doing something? I feel like going out tonight.
( Everyone she met as a fairy )
( Rise )
panicswitched[ so ashley's been here for just a little bit, but in that time a lot of questions have surfaced. she's ignoring the ones that matter and focusing on the little book. journal thing. really? is this all she gets?
well, the first thing she really does is take her hair down. she likes it much better down than up anyway and now it feels like less like the cabal still have her in their grasp. considering she has her thoughts to herself now and is moving about the lobby under her own power, she's assuming this means she's free.
for various values of "free."
eventually, she pries open the journal, flipping through it as she starts talking to the air around her and wandering the first floor. her tone of voice is condescending, as though she knows someone's listening and wants them to know she's not pleased. ]
So... considering I really don't want to go back the way I came, I propose we play a game. Just me and you, whoever you are. [ she's betting whoever owns this place is getting a kick out of watching her through whatever security system they have and if it's somehow the cabal, she is well-prepared to rip into them for this. ]
'I Spy' or 'Twenty Questions.' Your choice. Go.
well, the first thing she really does is take her hair down. she likes it much better down than up anyway and now it feels like less like the cabal still have her in their grasp. considering she has her thoughts to herself now and is moving about the lobby under her own power, she's assuming this means she's free.
for various values of "free."
eventually, she pries open the journal, flipping through it as she starts talking to the air around her and wandering the first floor. her tone of voice is condescending, as though she knows someone's listening and wants them to know she's not pleased. ]
So... considering I really don't want to go back the way I came, I propose we play a game. Just me and you, whoever you are. [ she's betting whoever owns this place is getting a kick out of watching her through whatever security system they have and if it's somehow the cabal, she is well-prepared to rip into them for this. ]
'I Spy' or 'Twenty Questions.' Your choice. Go.
wizard_redfive[Dairine hadn't heard from Alan for quite some time. Not since New Years, in fact. At first Dairine chalked it up to him being busy with Code Blair or some pet project. But then one day, a pile of books appeared on her desk... ones that she recognized. They were from Alan's bookshelf. Without a second thought, she tore out of her room, racing down the steps. Being neighbors, it didn't take long for her to reach his door.
The nameplate was blank.
The journal picks up a loud crash as something shatters against a wall, accompanied by a yell full of rage and pain. It probably sounds bad, but she's not physically hurt. Dairine's simply venting her sorrow in the best way she knows: anger.
Once the noise settles down, there is a moment of silence. When Dairine finally speaks, her voice unusally flat.]
Alan’s gone.
The nameplate was blank.
The journal picks up a loud crash as something shatters against a wall, accompanied by a yell full of rage and pain. It probably sounds bad, but she's not physically hurt. Dairine's simply venting her sorrow in the best way she knows: anger.
Once the noise settles down, there is a moment of silence. When Dairine finally speaks, her voice unusally flat.]
Alan’s gone.