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A muse who's been hanging around for a while~

at April 15th, 2010 (09:57 pm)

current mood: crushed
current song: Elements ++ A Fine Frenzy

[[A hunched little figure in a yellow dress is huddled by the lake, pale golden feathers strewn around her.

From behind, she looks like just another Ahiru - a little smaller, maybe, and the sprig of hair on her head is a vibrant yellow instead of orange, but definitely human all the same. But what's reflecting back at her out of the water...

There are feathers everywhere. Sprouting out of her shoulders and down her arms and out of her elbows and all over her front and the obstinate part of her hair that always stuck up is a feather now, too. The girl - duck - thing presses her hand against her mouth, unable to hold back a choking sob. What did...

Was she... was she really that bad? Drosselmeyer had failed so terribly with her...? He even had to kick her out of the factory, take her out while she was sleeping off the story he'd spun, put her by a lake where she could see her reflection... So that she couldn't even ask...]]

Fa-Fakir didn't...

[[ooc: Oh rice, I didn't mean for this to come out this angsty. O.O Here, have a weird hybrid!Ahiru. Currently she's in a state of ANGST since she's seen her full, new, ugly duckling attire for the first time. Moar stuff on her backstory is in her journal. c:

Aaand my internet's a little wonky, so replies might be spotty.]]

This should be interesting.

at April 1st, 2010 (10:05 pm)

current mood: worried
current song: Firebird Suite- Infernal Dance

[[She didn't know what had drawn her to suspect it. A strange expression in her friend's eyes, or the way she danced with Prince Ivan... For a long time she had dismissed it as a figment of her imagination, but now Nio realized that she had to do something. How could she have been so utterly idiotic as to not notice it earlier?
Clad in a yellow gingham sundress, the lamp spirit sprints down a random hallway, hair flying out behind her.]]

Isy! Is- ... Isolde! Isolde, are you here? Can we talk, please? I think I can help you! Isolde?
Helloo-oo?

...This muse is strangely active o.o

at March 27th, 2010 (04:46 pm)

[[There's a sitting room located on the western side of the castle.

And now it had been converted into a hat-making factory.

Surrounded by cloth, scissors, thread, needles, and all sorts of hat-making tools, the Mad Hatter whistles about, snip-snipping and tapping his foot to the beat of the dancing teacups and teapots on the table in the corner.]]

at January 28th, 2010 (01:38 pm)

[[The vampire Ahiru brushes through her long loose hair and sits by the lake, humming softly to herself.

The cold never bothers her. She was cold, herself, after all.

With a sigh, she traces patterns in the snow, still wearing that patchwork dress her dear friend, the heartless Ahiru, made for her.]]

[[ooc: Yeah um. Nibbles is losing her memories next week. Say hi while ya can? XD;;]]

Who needs sanity? I've got a spiky crown! ... *shot*

at January 24th, 2010 (01:45 am)

current mood: restless
current song: Siren ++ Theatre of Tragedy

[[In one of the many empty rooms of the castle, a painting leans against the wall.

This is no ordinary painting; until a few minutes before, it had been portraying a black-haired young woman with piercing red eyes, who looked like she would give anything to burst out of the painting and tear whoever saw it to shreds. Now it's only a metal frame, with ripped portions of canvas fraying out from beneath the frame. The back is intact; and someone who looks suspiciously like the woman who had once occupied the painting is wandering the castle.

Queen Kraehe Heart, Her Imperial Viciousness. The queen smiles, scaring away several of the ghost maids that had happened to pass by as she had had this thought, but she pays them no mind. They're only ghosts, no more dangerous or substantial as her poor, dead little sister Tutu.

The Cat hadn't come through the painting with her

-- perhaps the Crystal had sent him to another unwitting artist. Or perhaps the Crystal had destroyed the rest of his lives. It doesn't matter. Now she, the true ruler of Wonderland, is free of the Heart Crystal, and she can return to Wonderland and make her niece realize what a terrible mistake she had made.

She just needs to find a puddle...

For the first time, Kraehe pauses in her wanderings, looking around sharply. Her eyes narrow.]]

... where has that oversized rock spat me out?

[[**ooc:** BECAUSE I IZ LAEM and probably drunk on sleep deprivation, have a Redd!Kraehe. :B I had to use Wiki as a reference for the timeline, since I seem to have lost my copy of _The Looking Glass Wars,_ but... yeah. <.< Thai ttly fails at preparedness whee! She's dressed in this, although the roses are black and don't have teeth.

Warnings: She's an extremely violent sociopath and has a nifty little something called "Black Imagination," which could potentially kill you, and I mean for serious. Ahirus should approach with extreme caution and a guardian. Heading off now, but I had to get this up~]]

Haven't posted with this one in a while, so...

at January 8th, 2010 (04:54 pm)

current location: the library
current mood: fascinated

[[Nio is lying on her stomach on the library's floor, a stack of books piled around her. She stares, wide-eyed, at an enormous hardcover, occasionally reaching out to turn the page. ]]
Oh, wow...

LAMPETIA IS GO.

at October 22nd, 2009 (07:00 pm)

current mood: worried

[[A clearing fills with blinding light, and a petite blonde in a school uniform appears. For several seconds, she's silent, looking at her new surroundings.]]
...oh dear.
...
What a strange kind of riddle...
...
... this isn't good, this isn't good, this really isn't good!
Isolde? Ivan? Anyone? H-hello?