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29th-Jan-2008 12:05 pm - Now Offering: Contracts for Your Soul
Come one, come all, have your wildest desires come true, all for the low, low price of your soul!

(Quickly muttered disclaimers go here, feel free to "accidentally" overhear anything you wish.)
23rd-Jan-2008 11:14 pm - [open]
...

[quite back to normal]

We shall never speak of what happened again.

[sips tea]
14th-Jan-2008 11:17 pm(no subject)
So, I didn't know it was her birthday, but I thought I'd share this with you all [locked to Rukia]because I'm pretty sure Renji will kick my ass if I don't.

Happy Birthday, Rukia

*nervously hands out gift*
13th-Jan-2008 08:05 pm - How very fascinating~~~
[ What seems to be a rather dashing young man in pink pajamas and bunny slippers is sitting on his staff, which itself is floating in midair, with his legs crossed and his chin resting on one arm, tapping his chin with his finger.]
Oh, my.

This is different.

They say that demons don't dream, but perhaps they were mistaken.

(OOC: Here's some helpful information in case you don't know the source material.)
12th-Jan-2008 03:21 pm(no subject)
[Rosa's in a large courtyard with fences and trees set up. She's placed little handkerchiefs pinned to the fences and trees in various places and is practicing her archery skills. She's either really bored or just a little nervous.

An Artemis arrow soars from her new bow, which she has dubbed Medusa, to land squarely where a piece of cloth is attached to a fence post. With a sigh, Rosa pulls out another arrow and begins the process all over again.]
6th-Jan-2008 01:17 am(no subject)
*looks around a vast room filled with people he's never seen before*

I've dealt with some weird crap in the past, but this has to be the weird place I've ever been to. Who the hell are you people?! *searches room for a familiar face*

Has anyone seen Rukia?
29th-Dec-2007 09:58 pm(no subject)
[There's a big ballroom, a mosaic of a white stag on the floor and stately draperies hung over all the windows -- if pulled back, they each show a different beach-scape. The faint sound of waves crashing and seagulls can be heard.

In the center of the room, there's an eight-year-old girl sitting at a circular table. In front of her and nine other seats around the table, there's a teacup and saucer, as well a small plate. In the middle of the table is a teapot -- perpetually steaming, and with whatever type of tea the drinker prefers -- a sugar pot, a pitcher of milk, and two large plates of classic tea-party snacks, including cookies, scones, and muffins.]


It's not quite like Cair Paravel, but I suppose it's nice enough.

[Anyone want to come have tea with Lucy?]
28th-Dec-2007 03:12 am - oh SHIT. [open tag]
[sounds of destruction and general forest-wrecking]

THAT FUCKING FAIRY I'M GONNA KILL IT DEAD AND THEN I'M GONNA STAB IT AND THEN I'M GONNA USE EVERY FONIC ARTE I KNOW AND THEN I'LL DESTROY IT WITH A SUPER TRIPLE QUADRUPLE FUCKING HYPERRESSONANCE!!!

[woe is luke. that interview with the fairy? DISASTER. And a typical anime twist: he's now a chick.]
28th-Dec-2007 12:24 am(no subject)
Rather than a blooming cliff overlooking the ocean, a modest evening enveloped Engeve served as the surroundings of Tear's resting spot. The farm town looked quiet, sleepy, and peaceful. Tear was simply exhausted, more so than she'd ever been since finding herself here.

She felt utterly useless, worried, and upset at herself for not noticing sooner how troubled Luke really was. Tear was so accustomed to being the focused one, the one that got things done, who had the answers. How frustrating that she wasn't! Spending more time worrying over the matters of her heart instead of finding a way out, some helpful information at the very least!

Puffing out a breath into the slightly chilled air, she rolled to rest on her side in the grass. "Sulking is more his forte, don't you think?" Silence. The Cheagle remained still and unblinking, just as she'd expected. Tear could only imagine what Mieu might say if he really were here, a very pale smile forming, eyes shutting. Something to cheer her up, a praise for his master...

She wanted to go home.
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