PARADISA

( Church )

( Emma and Bond )

So judging by the things everyone else has said, I'm guessin' I'm not the only one this has happened to.

If any one of you happen to have something against that guy Church, do me a favor and don't assault the first guy in blue armor that you see. I'm not above shooting back.

[And his leg is still hurt, but he's not gonna tell anyone he's wounded. Geez. But if you happen to see Pixy out and about today, you may, in fact, see him in a certain suit of blue armor. Very akin to what one (1) Leonard Church wears. He feels rather fortunate that the helmet isn't glued on, but the rest of the suit sure is.]

[So in a particularly blood-coated, dark and gorey room, Pixy is laying right in the middle of the floor. Cuz, y'know, that's the best place for a crazy guy to lay around. In the middle of the floor. What, you've got a better idea?

His gun is firmly in his hand (even moreso after his run-in with Church in the medical bay) and his journal is laying open next to him; it must have fallen out of his pocket or something. Hell, he's barely aware of the thing. Voices come out of everywhere, he's not going to pay particular mind to the book that's always spouting nonsense, like 'saving those on the Event Horizon', 'Where's the Lewis and Clark crew' and so on and so forth.

He lays completely still as he stares blankly towards the ceiling, watching his hallucinations; a single crow circling above him while occasionally familiar faces look down at him. Faces that even in this state, he still recognized.]

It's worse. It's all growing steadily worse. The suffering is going to continue. They'll all know what it's like soon enough. All of them are idiots. Don't they know what only waits for them here is a fate worse than death?

Why are they so painfully unaware of the one, simple thing that can save their miserable little minds?

If they're caught, they'll be shattered. They won't have their life to speak of anymore. Pain. Suffering. Burning. Screaming. All of it continuous. Neverending. Everything they fought for- everything they ever lived for- gone in an instant.

You are all fools to not listen. There is a way for you to be saved. Why aren't you listening?

[His eyes'll narrow when he sees a familiar face again, peering down on him with judging eyes. The man doesn't say a word, while Pixy just sneers, aiming his gun at the hallucination.]

You've come to see me suffer too, Demon Lord? Hell of an appropriate place for you to be.

...

Without beginning or end, the ring stretches into the infinite.

[And then a gunshot echoed throughout the journal.]

[[ooc: This can be heard by you buddies on the Lewis and Clark- while it's also open to those on the Event Horizon. Bear in mind for the latter crew that he will shoot on sight. If you'd like any sort of injury (lethal or otherwise), please refer to here! Otherwise we'll just say his aim is deteriorating in his lovely state of nutso.]]

( 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.

[Well, his entire past week was certainly strange as all hell, and now that he's back to normal, it seems to slowly be getting weirder. The journal situation was at least better than the previous day and him making a hasty retreat out of a girl's bedroom before she woke up (which Pixy made an effort to leave that pink collar in front of Rise's door, since the castle was kind enough to leave it on him even when he turned back to normal), but of course the filters had to go and break when he has filters of his own to do. Oh well.]

I hope none of you were getting attached to that red mutt that was around. Sorry to say you won't be seein' it anymore. [Unless the same mutt being a patch on his flight jacket counted as seeing it, but it's hardly the same.]

[He stares at the journal a bit and sighs, muttering to himself.] Not that there's any point to the "filtering" thing right now... It'd get their attention, if nothing else.

[(BROKEN) | Rise]

[He'll be hesitant to say this, but he might as well get it over with.]

Thanks for the help, Rise.

[Yeah, he'll just... leave it at that. He isn't being sarcastic or condenscending, either. And hey! He called her by her name instead of 'kid'!]

[(BROKEN) | Nanako]

Hey, kid. Nanako, was it? Couldn't get back to you before. You caught me when I was preoccupied with bein' a dog.

[So annoyed by that, by the way. The dog thing, not her. He's got no reason to be annoyed at that little squirt, after all.]

[Ten days in this place was really more than enough to tell him this wasn't really a dream at all, even if he still wanted to say it was. The only way to say it WAS still a dream was if he was in a coma back in Belka, but he wasn't in that bad a shape. He was neglecting his injuries for the most part because he was so bent on thinking it was a dream, but it was about time that he accepted that it WAS reality after all.]

( Doctors and medical types )

[Of course, the state of his wounds weren't about to stop him anyway. He had managed to drag himself up two flights of stairs and is hanging out in the first level of the library, his journal laying open nearby, so the book reading-types may see a man in a leather flight jacket glancing through the shelves, particularly at books that are in the German language. He glances over the one he's currently looking at - Diu Crône - and gives a slightly annoyed sigh.]

I'm almost starting to miss the Round Table right about now.