Houheo taralna, rondero tarel!

[ four days really isn't that long, it isn't even a week. to be fair, it hasn't even been a full four days, but even a day is enough time. enough time to feel stretched out and much too, painfully long. it's amplified by the knowledge that he and claude faustus are not only kilometers apart, but thousands and thousands of leagues. then, kilometers and maybe even much further because he doubts he's even on earth anymore. (that, in itself, is still a thought he has trouble settling into the idea of.) ]

Houheo taralna, rondero tarel! Houheo taralna, rondero tarel! [ 'houheo taralna, rondero tarel'—it's an incantation. fairies' spell. it sounds a lot like latin, but it's just gibberish. even so, it's the 'spell' that brought alois trancy a demon, a demon called claude faustus, and it's the incantation that works like a heavy-handed signature on their contract. whenever alois desperately wants something done, he chants this. whenever he wants claude, he chants this. claude isn't allowed to refuse it; he should come to it beck and call again and again and again, no matter how many times its said.

and in marina asylum, specifically, it's been called out well over hundreds of times. ]
( the rest cut, because apparently i don't know how not to teal deer, but aight. :/ )




(ooc: *s- so, bearing in mind that kindly mister Flynn Scifo will be the one to calm him down before he gets too out of hand [he's already pretty much there, given that he's only a human kid], i'd be happy to have anyone else interact with him while he's like this. just ... be prepared for a lot of getting-no-where. he's feeling very desperate and passionate and hopeless.

also! it isn't just silly convenience store plates. he's gone through some of the clothes at the clothing store and ripped buttons off things or shirt sleeves off the arms and he's ruined library books. back home, claude would have taken care of it by now, but he's really, really pissed off today, so. yep. anywho, if you want to interact with him in the clothing store/library instead, go for it. like i said, he's really pissed off, so if you are okay with him lashing out at your character let me know. he won't do much worse than hitting, and bruising would be up to you. he projects a lot, so even if he doesn't have a personal issue with them, he could be provoked depending on how the conversation goes.

TL;DR: he's having a fucking tantrum, omg. all dis drama.)

[Nunnally's found a nice corner in the art room to spread out with a book of Halloween-oriented origami and appropriately-colored paper. There's already a set of jack-o'-lanterns in front of her and Nunnally is currently working on a ghost for a wreath.]

[She's humming to herself and it seems like she wouldn't mind company at all.]

[During the meteor shower.

It's her roof and he's reclining with one leg bent, looking up at the sky to see what was up with this meteor shower tonight. And since it's chillier out at night now, his arm happens to be occupied with (1) Kitty Pryde.]

[As the feed switches on, you can see the top of what looks like a hat, over a head of red hair. Along with that, Yuta has a big grin on his face for the network. This goofy-looking kid is on a swing in the playground and has stopped swinging for this.]

Hey guys! Since Halloween's coming, I was thinking of dressing up, but I can't pick. [no, of course its not for candy] Maybe somebody could give me an idea or help me choose? [can you resist this face?] By the way, who else is dressing up?

MASS MAILERS

• To Everyone: a mass mailer from "Chrome."

[Ahh, mass mailer days. Always good for a bit of a walk and getting to see friendly (and not so friendly) faces around the dome. Though she does have pressing matters to attend to at home, she hopes that they can wait just long enough for her and any volunteers to complete their rounds.]

[PM is out and about in her postal uniform, though with thigh-high leggings (glued on and with the toes cut out) to make up for the chill in the air as she cruises down the streets on Miss Iris Rainbowroad. Just one more day for the winter uniforms!]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 139 go here!]

Yo, Ashura.

[He doesn't call him very often, but tonight seems just as good a time to call as any anyway. He's outside his and Wolfram's apartment, seated on the ground when he calls.]

You busy tonight?