ic notes and random gab

Well, I'm alive, barely. To the owners of the Club Luna establishment, I'd apologise about the mess but it would have been worse had I not been there. More human remains splattered against the walls. I've sent you a cheque that should well and truly cover the clean up.

Turns out, anyone can pray to an angel. Even a demon.

To the (NPC) families, you have my sincere condolences. Lucifer killed a lot of people, but I got a lot of people out of that nightclub, saved a lot of lives. That should count for something.

[Aphrodite]

I'm fine. Don't be mad. I'm not at my house, I'm staying with Michael at his hotel. Not exactly five star living, but I don't really care. I'm healing up slowly but surely. If you could stop by my house and feed my dogs, that would be lovely.

Least he's got a decent TV. When I heal up a bit better, I'm going to spruce up the place.

It was a little embarrassing though. I passed out, and when I got here, I was pretty much cuddling up to him. I don't think he mentioned it. I already feel like Whitney Houston as it is, and he's Kevin Costner. Mind you, Kevin Costner's taller than he is. He's shorter than me.

Nearly got my skull cracked open like a walnut, that wasn't fun. But I'm a stubborn son of a whore, you know me.

It appears as if I am yet unaffected by whatever is going around Preya as of late. Please, if you require any assistance whatsoever, I'd be happy to help. My name is Jem Carstairs for those of you who may have left and returned and do not remember. I hope everyone is well.


Is it terrible that I would have liked Tessa or Will to have appeared here for me?

It's still cold. I want to go out for tea, but that requires leaving my sleeping bag.

[Toshinori]

Take me to the Purrfect Cup. I'll buy you lunch after. I want to talk.


[Hero kids minus Shinso]

So none of you mentioned me being your teacher. Might have been interesting to know. Makes a lot of sense. In light of this bit of information, I feel like I should ask what you're all doing here. I know why I came here. Now why are so many of you here?

Hey, to the guy who just stole two books from my library? Did you think I wouldn't notice? I'm an archangel, come on. The library is infused with my Grace and my magic, I knew the second they left without authorisation.

Don't worry, I'm not going to smite you. For two books, at least.

But those books? They're going to start spontaneously combusting into ash about... now.

Don't do it again.

Good evening.

I have been hesitant in inquiring about such a thing as my inquiry is of a delicate nature. However, I am at a loss for what to do. You see, my seraph blade appears to be chipped on one side. I imagine this came to pass during the last battle I fought, and I had not had the opportunity to properly look over it. I would like to know if there is anyone here with experience in repairing weapons. The reason I say this is a delicate matter is the following:

My seraph blade is very unique. It is no ordinary weapon. Carved into it are angelic runes that give the weapon the ability to destroy demons or those hostiles of demonic blood. Typically, the weapons of the Shadowhunters are forged and cared for by the Iron Sisters, as only they know the proper ways to imbue our weapons with the necessary angelic runes and how to ensure the runes are not corrupted if repairs need to be made.

I understand that what I am asking for might seem rather daunting, and I do apologize for this. I only fear my blade will weaken if I allow it to remain as is without repair. If anyone would be most kind as to assist me in this matter, I would be very grateful.

Thank you all kindly.
Jem

They said this place would be quiet... they lied.

I found cats. That made it better.

My name is Shouta. I expect to dislike most of you. I don't expect you to like me either, just so we're clear.

Now that's over with, I'm going back to sleep.

If you see a yellow sleeping bag and you kick it, I will end you.

I finally believe I may be coming to grips with the sudden influx of technological advancements. The lack of clockwork, however, is... Strange. Somewhat unnerving.

I am finally well enough to make proper introductions, though I must ask that you forgive any blunders which may occur as I compose this message. I am quite unaccustomed to apparatuses of this sort. I had a friend back home, Henry Branwell. He enjoyed tinkering with mechanisms on a regular basis. I'm quite sure he would be rather fascinated by this place.

By the Angel, let me get on with my introduction.

My name is James Carstairs, but you may call me Jem. I am originally from Shanghai, but I have lived many a year in London. As I understand it, this is a place where people of extraordinary abilities reside. I myself am what is called a Shadowhunter, a Nephilim. Should you wish to know more about me, I would be happy to inform you. I am still unsure what sort of warlock magic or otherwise mundane invention has created the ability to meet and interact with others without seeing them face to face, but I am very pleased to make the acquaintance of all who read this at present.

On another note before I depart. Do be on the look out for a particularly feisty blue Persian Longhaired cat. He answers to the name Church, but he isn't very friendly. Apologies, but he followed me here. He won't bite but he can scratch. Just a warning.

Good day to you all.
Jem