► Chapitre 14

[luxe_can_kill]

[Mitsuru was out in the castle grounds by the duck ponds. It was another one of those nights where she couldn't sleep with all these thoughts about home and Paradisa racing through her weary mind. She was accompanied by a puppy - Weiss - and she's carrying a fighter jet plushie with a red colored tip on it's right wing in her arms. 

Walking by the side of the ponds, she sat on a bench with Weiss jumping to her side to bite the jet plushie]

Be careful, Weiss. You wouldn't want to ruin it... 

[But Weiss just kept on biting the plushie jet, ignoring Mitsuru, causing her to sigh]

I wish Aigis is here. I remember she is capable of understanding canine language. 

[Mitsuru looks to the starry sky and closed her eyes, beginning to slowly hum a song that's been dwelling in her mind]

17 // Dictated, Action

[nothingtobelieve]

I'm leaving for awhile.

[And that's it. No preamble, no further explanation. In part because he's a man of few words, and in part to leave certain parties guessing.

He is, however, in the lobby not long after, a bag of expertly packed gear over one shoulder and a large, strange bird on the other. Apparently solo expeditions outside Paradisa are not enough to make him alter his usual suit-and-tie wardrobe, however. Although it might just be for show]

[13]

[savethedarkness]

Alright, that's enough of that.

[it's a general declaration, really, made firmly and confidently over the journals. what, exactly, she's referring to is unclear, but considering that Emma's voice hasn't been publicly heard in a while, it's probably not hard to guess at her meaning, even generally]

I'd like to remind you all that the Death Match on the second floor is open for business, and I'll be needing at least one more good bartender to take a shift or two. I'll be here until seven if anyone would care to come by and apply, or just have a look round. Then I'm breaking for supper, after which I'll be back for a few more hours.

[she's not even going to mention or filter to her security detail, or Bond, or Silva. if the prig can't even bring himself to kill her, she figures she's safe enough for now, especially with the clinic right down the hall. she's recovered, and spent her time watching everyone else come and go. time to get back to living her damned life.]

Equius: Appear [Accidentily dictated/ Action]

[cant_breathe_no_heir]

[So, it's time for a new person to appear in the castle.

Well, a new Troll anyway.

A new face steps into the castle lobby, he's tall, rugged looking, and seems to be quite angry. Which is actually pretty normal for him.]

This is an inexcusable outrage.

Where the gosh dang heck am I?!

Who is in charge around here? I order you to show yourself at once and stand down.

...Unless you are of high bloodrank, in which I am simply suggesting that you stop.

...Nepeta, where are you...

[With not a single answer reaching his ears, Equius was left to rage quietly and go search the castle for answers. So, you're going to see an angry Troll walking through the castle inspecting doors, looking out windows, and generally being quite cross.]

((Ooc: Open for both journal and person.))

Duel 02 [Dictated]

[princelyspirit]

So!

[Claps her hands together]

I've seen people ask about what everyone's homes are like, like what sort of holidays there are or what kind of gadgets people use, but what about games? And I don't just mean video games or card games, but stuff like sports. Basketball, baseball, soccer... you know, that kind of thing. I know that the magic school from a while back - Hogwarts, right? - had that crazy game we played up in the air, and I was wondering if other worlds had anything like that.

Written and action;

[nottallerordead]

[ Somewhere on the outer edge of the City there is a shed. It's exactly how Linda likes it, dark and quiet and kind of poorly lit. She's only borrowing it. Which is unfortunate, because following a frustrated howl one of the windows of the shed shatters from the force of a wooden sculpting rib that flies through it at about ten mps and comes to land some twenty meters away, thankfully without hitting anything living or structurally significant. Linda races out too fast to see.

The journal is wet and covered in clay-mud when she finishes writing in it. Her writing is almost too light since she's putting so much effort towards not snapping the pen or stabbing it straight through the book. ]

I HATE THIS PLACE

I NEED A DISTRACTION

[ Later one blonde Supergirl can be seen flying around the city and over the castle, looking for trouble. Or anyone who looks like they're in the mood for a fight. Or just something really sturdy to destroy.

Much later Linda will have to return to the shed and clean it up. The entire inside is covered in clay mud, with a particularly ugly and shapeless lump of clay sitting right in the middle of the room. ]