bizarronia

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.

Current Mood: curious

veritarossa.livejournal.com

Days passed and winter made its way to San Miguel. What started with a slight cold breeze ended up in a snow storm, covering the town in bright white snow. And even after the hail stopped and the sun rose, the snow did not melt.

Winter was welcome. It was a change not made by any of the players of the board. It had a "natural thing to happen" feeling to it, something that could not be changed. Something normal, perhaps. And after the last game, normality was as welcome as hot chocolate, warm clothes and snowfights.

Had it been already 2 weeks after the Puppeteer's game? Time seemed to fly. The innkeepers did their best to keep the spirits high, and even decorated their building with all kinds of seasonal things. Of course, the magically lit path into the forest wasn't their doing, but they said nothing of it.

The invitations were sent that very morning. It was small, and simply worded.

You are invited to a Christmas party. Follow the lights into the forest. No games, just an evening to celebrate. Kind regards, Beatrice.

Everything was ready. Music, tables, food, everything was in place. And as soon as the sun set, the guests would arrive. Some confused, some wary, but they'd arrive. And they'd find a warm and cozy hall to enjoy no matter their suspicions.

The witch smiled as she lit the last candle in the enormous Christmas tree in the hall. It was time.

Let the party begin.

( Here for explanation! )

callmegrandma.livejournal.com

Another week had gone by, and another Game had come to an end.

Auk sighed, while picking carefully some blends to take to the party. This was crazier than expected, and her duty of damage control was probably harder than expected too.

Oh course, she loved challenges.

Well, at any rate, the invitations had been sent, so all Observers should assist (or risk pissing a Messenger, which wasn't a wise thing to do after that silly boy Ratatosk spoke far too much and then did his magical disappearance act).

Tea, tea, some cookies... Maybe some coffee for those heretics who preferred it over tea? Just a little. Shame on them.

By now Beatrice would most likely have everything ready. She half reminded Auk of when she was younger and prettier, all dere dere behind the tsun tsun... Ah. It was time already, it would do no good to get there late.

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OOC: This is a crazy Observer only teaparty, nobody else will be allowed in, for obvious reasons. They can now wank and discuss, and mess with each other freely.

Erika, feel free to crash the party when everyone looks comfortable.

hypnossonpyh.livejournal.com

Well, well. This is... really interesting. [A soft chuckle left his lips.] Let's see about this world... Sleep well. Let me see what you hide.

[TARAN. He's going to be dreamhopping now! Anything you want to show him? It's perfect for him. Plus if you like to show him your deepest secrets. He will get them eventually. So, have fun with that.]

vita-et-mortus.livejournal.com

[Apparently, she had some sort of bad luck to end in these places. She could have swore that she was going to her room, to show it to Theo as he requested it.

Then, why did she ended here? Was this some trick of the Dark Hour? But it wasn't Midnight yet!]

Theo! This better not be your doing...! Theo!!

shootingfirst.livejournal.com

You are all... doomed...

Oww... his head was killing him. It wasn't unusual for reploids to repeat relevant data while on standby, just like human 'dreams', but this particular one has been all he has dreamed about since he woke up in HQ a few weeks ago.

Lumine defeated. One last attack. Light. And then that asshole's voice over and over again like a broken record.

You are all... doomed...

It was getting boring by now. You'd think nutjobs like him would've an ace under their sleeves a bit more... dangerous than repeating their last words inside one's head, Axl pondered. Of course he hadn't told a thing to both X and Zero. It was creepy enough to know that X never left his side until he opened his eyes, and kept hanging around him like he was some kind of dying patient. Not that he didn't like the attention, mind you, but...

Well, it was X. If Zero had done that, he'd totally blame that Lumine asshat.

You are all... doomed...

"I hear you alright, shut the fuck up", he muttered, quite annoyed. He'd need to be very, very subtle while asking Noctile about voices in one's h--

Wait.

Axl stood up and looked around. This... wasn't HQ. Actually, he was pretty sure this wasn't any place he knew at all. He didn't know much about religion and stuff, but the place looked like an old worshipping place. He could almost hear X's voice saying 'It's a Cathedral' in that weird, fatherly voice he used when he was not bordering a nervous collapse during missions.

The question now was: Why was he in an unknown building big enough to fit the HQ lab at least thrice? It all looked pretty real, and his scans didn't show any kind of energy around.

"This isn't a good time to go bonkers, Axl", he whispered to himself while securing the area. There was no signal in the comm. No way to contact his fellow Hunters. No life signs. In a nutshell? He was completely and positively lost. This wasn't his ~~day~~ ~~week~~ year.

Plop.

"Come on, say we're doomed once again, you bastard. I dare you", taunted the reploid as he grabbed his guns and turned to the door down the hall, where he had heard steps.

One thing was certain, he thought with a smirk. If things turned nasty, he'd sure as hell kick whatever was in the other side right to Lumine's rusting ass up in the moon.

"Bring it on!"

soradaddy.livejournal.com

So, the world had gone ka-boom again. He had been found FAR faster than the last time, so that world wasn't a safe place anyway, but it wasn't good.

Somehow he had managed to survive that asshole's world-explodey ways once again, by somehow being transported to another random world via dark corridor.

And with all of that in mind, Sion was pretty pissed off.

Someday, he would kick that fucking bastard to hell and back, over nine thousand times. Oh how much he would.

But well, he should go around trying to find out where he was, and see if he could get any information... Or maybe a job or something. It would take his royal fucking-bitchesty a while to find him, so might as well get ready for more work.

Oh he had such a nice day ahead.

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Multifandom Multilanguage Museboxesque Dressing-Roomesque RP

Entries tagged with grandma pwnz you

A CITY BOY APPEARS!

Christmas party ~~~~!

Observer Only Tea Party!!

I tried to stop him, okay?

.... I HAVE NO EXCUSE.

FORGIVE MY TL;DR.

Fail tiemz! [Language warning? Not that we care xD]

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