Case 2

[lawfulmanicure]

[Since he’s been here, Kristoph has felt compelled to do two things: explore the castle, or work on his violin. He’s quietly done his fair share of the first, finding comfort in the music room. There was something about coming back to the busted instrument has become...therapeutic to him--at least, once the castle stopped being a jerk to him long enough to give him some proper strings and equipment to repair the busted instrument.

And so it is as he now works on the tuning, the sounds of such coming through the journal. A few moments into his work, Kristoph starts to hum a tune, which then begins to change slowly into quiet singing...]

♪I admit that in the past I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you'll find that nowadays
I've mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light, and made a switch
To this
And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And dear lady, please don't laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed (pathetic)♪

( ♪ )

1st Memory ~ [Accidental Dictation]

[deltacain]

[There's the sound of a pen scratching, and a man humming softly to a, probably unknown, tune.

The next minute, however, comes the lyrics. Sung softly, as if to a child a parent wants to calm down and go to sleep.]

Một đàn chim trắng sắp hình chữ « v »
Buoi chiều tan học, cùng nhau bay về
Ôi nhớ về đây, các con đi đâu,
Ôi đàn chim trắng bay về mau mau,
Ôi đàn chim trắng bay về mau mau.

Một đàn chim trắng sắp hình chữ « v »
Buoi chiều tan học, cùng nhau bay về
Ôi nhớ về đây, bé chắng đi chỏi,
Không nhủ chim trắng la đà khắp nỏi
Không nhủ chim trắng la đà khắp nỏi

[As soon as it starts, the singing ends, the pen being the only sound. Looks like the owner of the voice isn't aware of what he does. He goes back to humming the melody again.]

((OOC: The song is a Vietnamese children's song about a flock of white birds. Source.))

easter among other things || still written

[jthm]

Dear DIEary,

They gave me a room and some stuff that I really don't care about. But that's not what I want to talk about here.

So apparently today's Easter. As if running eggs with legs and voices telling me they were the Easter Bunny wasn't weird enough, I seem to find myself...trusting said voice. Two conversations in and already I can see myself actually lowering my guard for something that claims to give out hope and free chocolate eggs to good little boys and girls.

...well I do like chocolate eggs.

Somehow managed to skip around without people figuring out who I am or what I've done before. Hell I'm pretty sure I haven't given out my name to anyone yet.

Maybe I'll give my name to that Easter bunny voice?

They wouldn't let me stuff rats into the blender. That's kinda sad. Now I find myself wandering around Pietas Tower, looking for something to do...bloodshed optional.

though I wish someone would sing Bohemian Rhapsody with me again.

Chapter Four

[thebestseller]

So, where's a good place a guy can hold a party around here? I need to know for reasons.

OK, those reasons being it was my birthday yesterday. Yeah, I was Mom's little April Fool. I didn't mention it because I didn't want to end up singing it out, and I don't think anybody would have believed me anyway.

So back to my question. Party. I'd like to hold it this weekend, in fact, if it's not too short of notice.

8th Sortie

[solowingpixy]

( Cipher (Private) )

( Chie )

( Mitsuru )

[With those done, he sets his journal beside him; the journal picking up the sounds of waves. Anyone familiar with the sounds of the beach would know he's in the Four Seasons room. Where else in the castle was there a beach after all?

He's just sitting there on the sand and staring out at the water with his journal and flight jacket beside him. He's still very obviously not dressed for the beach in his usual almost-"buisness casual" attire, but he was also hoping that it'd be a snow day. Talk about a disappointment when he found out Tuesdays are beach days. A snow day would have been perfect to think about Operation Crossbow.]

So much for a cold and snowy day.

Now, can anyone answer just what the hell was with yesterday? I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around those constant musical interludes.

► Chapitre 5

[luxe_can_kill]

[At the grounds, Mitsuru is enjoying the spring weather... by setting rolled up tatami mats with wooden cores.  There's around 20 mats set up in the open. Mitsuru stands at the "starting point", with a new sword in hand. The hilt is the exact same as her rapier, but the red blade is broader yet shorter than her original sword]

This sidesword is heavier than my rapier... But I could cut and block with it unlike my original sword.

[How well it could cut, she's about to find out... She swung it a couple of times to get ready, then she began her assault. She lunged toward the first tatami mat and slashed it in three swift swings. Taking no breaks in between, she moves from mat to mat as if she is in actual combat. 

Hacking off the last standing tatami mat, she pants and looked behind her. There was a lot of hacked off tatamis, it was almost a scary sight if you imagine them to be chopped off opponents. She looked at the blade in awe, there was no damage to the edge at all. It was enough to make her smile]

C'est magnifique.