[identity profile] tempestuouslion.livejournal.com
When he realized it, he was just standing there, his mind bleached.

He was only able to remember two things: a pact made long ago, and the name that she called him by, but that was all. As for what kind of pact was it, or who was she, he wasn't able to remember at all, along with everything else.

A sudden nice scent distracted him, that's when he noticed a teacup in one of the tables. It was still hot, but there wasn't anyone else arround.

He sighed and frowned, this situation was really anoying.
[identity profile] speedchess.livejournal.com
[Hello, San Miguel. Here's a man who needs no introductions. Just outside the library, there's a man sitting on a shade, reading. He looks no older than 22-23, with dark chestnut, waist-lenght hair.

Magical beings? Oh, there is a sense of danger around him, even when his smile is soft and even warm.]
[identity profile] forgetjudgement.livejournal.com
He remembered this feeling. That cold, unwelcoming call to those whose sins weight heavily in their hearts. The silent whisper, the unwanted order to stand before him. He knew it well.

And he hated it.

The Divine Judge's steps could be heard from every corner in town, like an eerie countdown.

He hated it. The fear, the lies, the rage inside the mortals living in this place. The invisible strings on him, guiding him to perform his duty once again.

For the first time in a long, long time, Alexander wished he had never regained his memory at all. Ignorance was, indeed, a bliss.






[WARNING: Alex is in godmod mode, and will know all your sins |D LET THE CRIME AND PUNISHMENT PARTY BEGIN.]
[identity profile] spanishdemon.livejournal.com
[There's a very curious pirate walking around. She's wet, just for you to know, and she's still smiling. One thing you might notice is her fabulous red hair. Ah, magic.]

Never thought goin' to slap a mermai' woul' make 'is, aye. Madre mía, ain't 'is goin' ta be a really funny joureny, ah?
[identity profile] define-justice.livejournal.com
Months of moping.

MONTHS.

He was up and walking after the first month. And even when he went outside and tried to have somewhat similar to a life, it wasn't until this morning, when he woke up, took a shower, got dressed and looked himself in the mirror that he realized he had been moping since october.

And there are some revelations you can't just ignore.

Deep down, it still hurt. But it wasn't... well, it wasn't something he couldn't deal with. For the first time in a very long time, he thought he could finally be over it. Apollo could even remember her smile and smile too with her... and that was really an improvement.

It was like waking up from a very long nightmare. The sun seemed brighter. He finally got used to all the weird things happening in town. He even had a favorite spot, and that's something.

Lastly... he looked over his roomate's bed. Of course Django was already up and outside. Apollo felt a pang of guilt as he remembered everything the boy had done for him while he was too busy feeling miserable... he had been everything someone could wish for a friend.

One last look at the mirror, with a determined nod to himself. Time to go out and repay him. Time to go out and do something. Time to go out and make her smile, wherever she was.

"Get ready, San Miguel. Here comes Justice!"
[identity profile] veritadorata.livejournal.com
...I knew that tea tasted weird. Better tell Beato to throw it away before she ends up having weird trips.
[identity profile] windheroblood.livejournal.com
No tenía nada de malo tomarse un descanso de eso de matar zombies, es decir, bien podrían relajarse por un día y comer en el comedor del hotel como la mayoría, o tomarse una taza de té, o leer un libro o algo. Y mientras caminaba con los acostumbrados paquetes de comida para Vaati trataba de pensar en algo que lo convenciera de ello.

Es decir, no que estuviera un poco cansado de esto, él con mucho gusto le llevaba la comida todos los días. Era Vaati lo que le preocupaba un poco, no que esas cosas fueran ser capaces de hacerle daño, sino que ultimamente lo percibía extraño, más cerrado de lo normal, como si estuviera ocultando cosas de él.

Bueno, tampoco era nuevo que lo hiciera, pero si era en cambio la primera vez que realmente parecía ocultarle algo importante, algo que quizás él debería de saber... Quería tener una conversación seria, sin tener que estar al pendiente de zombies ni de nada, y averiguar en la medida de lo posible qué era lo que tenía a su compañero tan preocupado.

De verdad lo quería saber.
[identity profile] wasnotenough.livejournal.com
 Otro improductivo día en este mundo de los mil diablos......

Jin repasó en su mente su rutina de las últimas semanas: Despertarse temprano, desayunar, salir a matar zombies, volver a comer, salir de nuevo a matar zombies, volver a cenar, tomar un baño, y meterse a la cama.

Suspiró. Al principio el ejercicio le ayudaba a distraerse, a sacar la terrible frustración que sentía de estar ahí atrapado a pesar de tener TANTAS cosas importantes que hacer en su propio mundo, pero desde hacía ya varios días que, sin importar cuantas paletas putrefactas dejara detrás de sí, el enojo no solo no desaparecía, sino que además crecía.
 
Decidió cambiar un poco la rutina y pasearse un poco por San miguen antes de volver para la cena, incluso estaba considerando saltarse la cena del todo, porque la verdad ni siquiera sentía hambre.
 
 

|D

Mar. 3rd, 2011 02:09 am
[identity profile] beastoftheseas.livejournal.com
[It... was over. It was finally over.


.....


Ugh. He needed a bath. Desperately. Abfsdjkbfkjdsa yucky human emotions!]


Eww...





[SO, WHOEVER'S NEAR THE PILEDRIVER CAN SEE THIS GUY. Also, if your character is good at this supernatural crap, he/she might see Lugia's true form behing the teenager.]
[identity profile] bookworm-e.livejournal.com
In February 2011
Event was Beginning.
Observers: What happen ?
Pawns: Somebody set up us the lust event.
Branded: We get signal.
Observers: What !
Branded: Main screen turn on.
Observers: It’s you !!
TSU: How are you gentlemen !!
TSU: All your libido are belong to us.
TSU: You are on the way to bed.
Observers: What you say !!
TSU: You have no chance to survive make your time.
TSU: Ha ha ha ha …
Branded: Observers !!
Observers: Take off every ‘PANTS’!!
Observers: You know what you doing.
Observers: Move ‘PANTS’.
Observers: For great justice.


Explanation here |D )

Heeellooo!

Jan. 28th, 2011 04:42 am
[identity profile] inurnet.livejournal.com
Hello Ladies, Gentleman and mysteriously gendered beings!

This is Zero, your mostly beloved Message Board Supreme Overlord with a Mostly Important Poll that has to be filled by every single one of you!

Before you even go "oh, but why", please notice that it is not a real option, but a subconscious act that you will do regardless of how much you want to.

Why? Because the higher ups say so, and who is one who lives in this Awesome Server to say no?

Also, you sparkly Observers? You too have to fill the poll. Ha so very ha.

[Poll #1673542]

Are you done filling the poll? Good!



All the answers will be as private as your haircuts. It will be fun. Also, feel free to overreact over what you answered, because you will answer this sincerely even if you try to lie.

Because that's how polls work in the land of the tortured.

TL;DR: Fill the poll already and haaaaaaaave fun!
[identity profile] twilightlink.livejournal.com
 Sentado en lo más alto de uno de los derruidos edificios de la ciudad oscura, Kage miraba alrededor.

Sabía que éste lugar no era su "casa"  y sin embargo tenía una marcada semejanza. No podía evitar preguntarse si acaso no sería parte de su mundo, después de todo él mismo no conocía que tan extenso era el Crepúsculo y dudaba que alguien lo supiera (quizás el Rey, pero no podría garantizarlo).

Sin embargo las criaturas que se arrastraban por ahí en incontables números eran de un tipo que jamás había visto, no guardaban en absoluto ningún parecido con las que él conocía. Para empezar, algunas se estaban pudriendo y eso no era para nada normal, sin importar cuan "oscura" fuese. 

"Detalles..." se dijo a sí mismo, "detalles sin importancia".

Hizo a un lado sus pensamientos y poniéndose en pie con gran equilibrio se estiró perezosamente, luego tomó una gran bocanada de aire y enseguida exhaló de un golpe. Sonrió, ¡Qué mas daban estas asquerosas criaturas! Eran débiles y estúpidas, nada de qué preocuparse.

De un salto llego hasta el suelo. Caminó con toda calma entre los horrendos monstruos pasando totalmente desapercibido decidido a tomarse su tiempo para explorar este nuevo lugar.
[identity profile] rossoeblu.livejournal.com
[Another night arrives the city.

By the time all the people would be having dinner, new bodies are found out in different parts of the city, and all of them leaving blood behind to connect to the fountain.

Near the entrance of the city, the body of a beloved girl by many ([livejournal.com profile] vita_et_mortus) is found out without her limbs and dead.

In the opposite site of the city, another red headed girl ([livejournal.com profile] herscarletpath) has her head ripped off her body with her own great sword.

And in the fountain, where the water has turned into blood, there's a boy ([livejournal.com profile] oncehisknight) that has his stomach opened and his neck cracked, stabbed in his back with the statue and his eyes were ripped off.

The only left was a message saying "You are all running out of time."



Have fun.]
[identity profile] youhavemybat.livejournal.com
[Hello there, San Miguel. Out of all of the weird residents here, you are going to someone who is actually normal for once! Well... If you consider his unusually high fate-smashing determination, way of words and his extreme love for moe and cosplay outfits normal.]

[For now he's going to stay oblivious to the whole homicides and Furudo Erikaaaaaah deal until it's actually mentioned. One step at a time, right? Troll him at your own risk for he has a stake girlfriend who will mess you up if you take things too far!]

Man... A fish out of water wouldn't be a bad metaphor to describe things for me right now.
[identity profile] antireason.livejournal.com
[San Miguel, you have a new guest today. Despite the fact that her clothes are weird -see her profile picture and you will see what I mean- the new girl slowly raises her gaze to look around. Her golden eyes look lifeless as she seems to be searching for someone.]

New Game has started...|

Head Captain "LUCIAN" requesting new Master... |

I ask you: Are you my Master? |


[okay, gals. First comment gets this weapon who will turn into three personalities depending on who picks her up xD. She can be Furniture, Piece or What Will is and I can't remember now xD. She is from a special Squad that is formed between a Witch and Detective/Bishop, where they train people for this job. They usually drop one of them per game, so go ahead!]
[identity profile] windheroblood.livejournal.com
Era un lindo día. El cielo estaba claro y no hacía tanto frío, definitivamente le gustaba que no hiciera frío.

Como siempre, en la espalda llevaba su espada y en cada mano una bolsa de plástico. Caminaba, sin prisa realmente, hacia la ciudad oscura.

La verdad era que esto de llevarle a Vaati la comida hasta allá era algo que encontraba bastante agradable de hacer (con todo y los zombies y demás), tanto así que en poco tiempo se le había hecho rutina. Además estaba casi seguro que él no era el unico que se había acostumbrado a eso, Vaati también parecía esperarlo cada día, pero claro, nunca ninguno de los dos diría nada al respecto.

Finalmente llegó a la puerta y tuvo que intercambiar el lugar de las boslas y la espada, esperando que no se voltearan los recipientes.

Se abrió paso entre los zombies como mejor pudo y corrió hacia el lugar de siempre. Vaati estaba ahí, haciendo su "terapia" como Llyr decía.

Sonrió, rápidamente se encaramó a un edificio seguro y grito desde lo alto.

"Vaaaaaaatiiiiii, ya tengo la comidaaaaaa!!"
[identity profile] decideitforme.livejournal.com
Ah, so wonderful! My luck is so amazing when it comes to find new Fragements to play!

[A giggle and this red haired witch starts walking around.]

So pretty~ I wonder if that Golden Witch is here~ I have heard Bern and Lambda were interested in that, so it must be good!

Mmm... I want a cup of tea with chocolate cookies.

[Trials off. Bother the cheerful witch?]
[identity profile] rossoeblu.livejournal.com
[If you are walking in the city, you will notice four corpses lying on the floor, covered in blood and placed there as if a serial murdered were having a great time there.

The first one was a man that under the name of Beatrice ([livejournal.com profile] desiredbysomany).

The second one was a young detective under the name of Willard H. Wright ([livejournal.com profile] buttpinched).

The third one was a woman who was beloved by her husband under the name of Battler ([livejournal.com profile] dominusvolunta).

And the fourth one was a young girl that was a princess under the name of Euphemia li Britannia ([livejournal.com profile] coulditbeawish).

For the bodies, little clues were in each one of them. And with blood there was a message writting in it.

"Find the culprit, or everyone will die."

A young woman left the inn and went outside when it happened, and was already taking a look at the dead corpses. Her name was...]


A mystery indeed! Very well! I accept the challange!


[ooc: Okaaaay! First night of the event is up! Feel free to have your babies react over the deaths and if they are looking for clues, I'll give them~ WELCOME TO MIYU'S EVENT!]
[identity profile] wasnotenough.livejournal.com
 Hacía frío, demasiado.

Se movió un poco en su sitio y le pareció que la cama se sentía diferente, es decir, ni siquiera parecía la cama. Aunque suave, era demasiado fría y también demasiado amplia. Buscó con sus manos la manta para cubrirse pero no encontró absolutamente nada.

Apretó más los ojos, no quería abrirlos aún y estaba determinado a no hacerlo pero sintió un tremendo escalofrío recorrer su cuerpo.

Maldijo. 

Finalmente abrió los ojos y se llevó un tremendo shock cuando se descubrió acostado en medio de la nieve muy cerca de un árbol gigantesco. 

Jin se levantó de un salto. ¿Qué era este lugar?. Trató de recordar cómo había terminado ahí pero nada vino a su mente. Lo último que recordaba era haberse acostado a dormir en su cama, en su habitación de la academia. ¿Cómo demonios había llegado ahí?

"No, no... no debo alterarme" Se dijo a si mismo al tiempo que se concentraba en recuperar el ritmo de su respiración. Un soldado no debe entrar en pánico jamás, esa era una de las lecciones más básicas que había aprendido.

Cuando se sintió en control, miró a su alrededor y analizó la situación. 

No había mucho que ver. Era un amplio espacio abierto con nada más que nieve, sin embargo, de inmediato notó que se encontraba de algo parecido a una villa. Podía ver algunas construcciones repartidas por aquí y allá en el horizonte aunque todas tenían una apariencia bastante fuera de lo común. Nada le era ni remotamente familiar.

Lo siguiente que vino a su mente fue su propio estado. Se miró a sí mismo esperando verse en su ropa de dormir pero, por alguna razón, estaba perfectamente vestido con el uniforme de la academia. Volvió a mirar el lugar donde hacía poco estaba recostado y a unos pasos pudo distinguir algo medio enterrado entre la nieve.

Yukianesa. Se apresuró a tomarla y de inmediato se sintió más relajado.

Ya armado le pareció que debía buscar información. Averiguar dónde estaba, para empezar, y luego... bueno, lo demás.

Sin muchas opciones, comenzó a caminar hacia la construcción más cercana.
[identity profile] veritadorata.livejournal.com
Apparently, the Gods decided that the festivities were over, and let Winter be present again. Snow storms had been a common thing the last couple of days. At least today it was a cloudy morning, yet no snow had fallen at all.

His wife was at the tea house, as she usually did after breakfast. As much as he loved her with all his heart... well, girl chat was not his thing.

...oh dear, he WAS sounding like a married man.

Battler shook his head, with a half embarrassed smile on his face. At least he had gotten what he was looking for. It had taken a small, awkward exchange with the Librarian, but he got a mystery novel he hadn't read at all.

Old habits die hard, they say. He had to admit he was excited as a child on Christmas with the idea of spending time with Beato while they both read the novel, trying to discover the truth before the end. Those were his thoughts as he walked on the snow (as SLOW as he could, mind you) back to the tea house.

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