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Fluffy is not amused at your antics. >|
at June 5th, 2010 (03:52 pm)
current location: NOT IN MY PROPER BODY
current mood: pissed off
current song: Funhouse ++ P!nk
[[Rue isn't at all happy. Instead of waking up in the forest, like she did every morning, and was supposed to do every morning, she'd woken up somewhere entirely different. This was bad enough, and she could have been angry about that and left it at there.
However, whatever entity that had caused her to wake up in a very dark place had apparently decided that she couldn't simply do that in her own body. She had to be turned into one of the Ahirus who were swarming all over the castle.
Which is why there's a very upset-looking maybe-Nibbles currently making her way down from the vampire's tower towards the entrance hall. It's just lucky she doesn't notice that she's paler than the average Ahiru, nor that she's, well, thirsty.]]
[[ooc: Nibbles switches with Fluffy. Strangeness ensues.~ Also, forgive any tense-switching since I seem to be stupid today.]]
I guess now's a good a time as any...
at December 4th, 2009 (03:08 pm)
[[Another Fakir has just climbed out of the lake, sopping wet and pushing his damp, loose hair aside. He adjusts his bandana, fingering the piece-of-eight that hangs from the inside.
And freezes.
...Where's...?
He glances around, to spot a little bunny making off with his hat. And his eyebrow raises.
He gets down on his knees and hands...and pounces.
...And the bunny hops, dodging his leap. And Fakir pounces again. And the bunny hops, dodging his leap.
This continues for some time.]]
OOC: Hey. I'm Nathan, and this is a Captain Fakir Sparrow. He basically looks like the original Capt. Jack Sparrow, but clean-shaven. Someone show him the wine cellar, would you?
Halloween Ball Log Post
at October 31st, 2009 (02:46 pm)
Tags: cruelcruel_moon, dr_ghostking, duckiara, faithin_you, hunted_duck, itwillbetragedy, knightxwriter, letmenomyou, notso_princely, seasaltswans, snappedstrings
[As the sun sets on Halloween, a faint noise begins to come from one of the large ballrooms. With the festive changes that have already taken place, it's not surprising to find this room has been decorated as well.
However, there's more. Many of the ghost occupy the room. Some of them seem to be running a rather large refreshment table, others are dancing in couples on the floor. The music seems to come from nowhere and comes from a variety of eras, even songs one would not expect to here in a castle.
Everyone is welcome, but you may be expected to socialize and/or dance. After all, it is a ball.]
[ooc: Here's the log post for the ball! It's open, so you can come in with your characters at any time and have fun. Or torment them. It's all the same, really.]
It means the thing will soon be thinging!
at October 3rd, 2009 (09:12 pm)
current mood: restless
current song: Dark Waltz ++ Hayley Westenra
[[In the early hours of the morning—does everything happen at that time nowadays?—a rather small black she-wolf pads silently through the castle. She peers around corners warily before turning them, often stopping in her tracks to listen attentively.
This is far from where she needs to be, but she doesn’t remember where exactly that place is. It’s a very long way from the hallways of the castle, she knows that, and there are many more of her kind there. But—for some reason or another—she knows also that it’s impossible to reach that place.
She knows, too, that the place she is going is not the place she needs to be, but it’s where she has to be if she’s going to not hurt anyone tonight. And to get there, she has to go down, and away from the moon.
It’s a job made no easier by the fact that all the ghosts she encounters seem to be under the impression that she’s a reason to panic, shout for help, and run away, when they are perhaps the safest ones in the castle.]]
[[ooc: fff I meant to have this up an hour ago. Fail.
... and the title has nothing to do with the post, it just amused me.]]
In the early morning hours...
at September 18th, 2009 (11:08 pm)
Tags: agonymiserylulz, cruelcruel_moon, danceabitch, dr_ghostking, duckiara, hunted_duck, impossible_song, itwillbetragedy, knightoftime, knightxwriter, letmenomyou, lunar_recluse, melodicduck, notso_princely, quack_construct, quacked_out, shadow_sinx, thatsmy_lullaby, tragic_spells, voiceofthesun, whats_nottolike
current location: Everywhere
current mood: mysterious
[The castle remains quiet in the night, save for any noises made by its occupants. The residents have long turned in for the night. It seems to be the bridge between two regular days for this strange palace.
A light begins to form on the horizon. Sunrise is quickly coming, and it looks like it will dawn into a beautiful late summer day. The quiet is only interrupted by the early singing of birds and the first shufflings of the spirits.
Just then, the peace of the castle is interrupted. A voice fills every corner of the buildings and the grounds, and despite the fact that it sounds like an eerie wind it's still commanding in tone.]
In 72 hours all that should not be here shall be put in its rightful place.
[As quickly as it came, the voice fades...]
[ooc: Event START! Foreward date this to early morning on Saturday, obviously XD; Your characters can put their initial reactions/threads resulting from initial reactions here and make posts for anything else! Like angst. Oh, and the Ghost King isn't available for accosting just yet ^_^
Also, this is Kaito on the account right now coming off hiatus because OMG THIS EVENT. I may or may not go back on after this. We'll see.]
... what is this?
at September 14th, 2009 (05:42 pm)
current song: Requiem for a Dream Soundtrack ++ Theme Song
[[Somewhere near the border of the woods, someone sleeps. A dark-haired young woman is lying underneath a cool and shady tree, curled into a loose fetal position. She appears in her mid-twenties, though maybe a little younger, since she’s made haggard with dust and dirt and who-knows-what else. The only thing she’s wearing is a grey-blue t-shirt that comes down to the middle of her thighs—it’s cleaner than she is by far.
Frequently, she’ll growl softly in her sleep, or twitch, and every once in a while roll over to curl up into a slightly tighter bundle for warmth.
Rue sleeps on, despite the fact that it’s rapidly growing late.]]
[[ooc: ... because Thai likes werewolves.]]