07 February 2012 at 03:55 pm
[ a female voice pops up, sounding somewhere between awe and exasperation ] ... Feynriel, I think I worry about your imagination. What in Andraste's name are they teaching you in Tevinter?

[ pause ] You could add an ogre or two, for a little color.
[Open Action] Sliiiiightly back dated to noonish
02 February 2012 at 12:57 pm
[In Jeanne's absence, Inara has taken over responsibility for the scheduled spa day. She's made over the public baths in an attempt to give it a tropical theme. There's fruit on tables, a sort of fruity punch. She's got some fake palm trees set up and there's a mix of 'tropical' music that includes some Bob Marley playing.

There are stations for pedicures, manicures, massages, soaking baths, facials, body wraps and the like. Inara will be happy to give massages upon request. Mingle, relax and enjoy the spa day.]
[Accidental Video? | Action]
01 February 2012 at 04:34 pm
[Leaning forward, hands on hips, Yuuki's eyes narrow as she stares, unimpressed, at one of the horses within the new stables. It's a tall, beautiful, sleek white mare. Thus far it's been the star of the day. It's beautiful, there isn't any denying that. And even if she doesn't know much beyond the basics when it comes to horses, it's clear this one is fit and in perfect shape.

Even still, she appears doubtful as she stares long and hard at the creature.]

You're not fooling anyone, you know.

[Which isn't fair. Not entirely. Even she's aware of that somewhere inside her. She speaks, as though it's perfectly normal and has a shared past with the creature before her.]

You can pretend to be innocent all you like, but I know what you innocent, pretty white horses are really like.

[ The only one she's truly familiar with is the most temperamental, bad-natured, insufferable horse imaginable. She won't forget the day it wounded her pride, and then kicked her.

... Right in the bottom. >///< ]

I'll take my chances on that black stallion across from you any day.
iv → action | open.
12 January 2012 at 03:44 pm
[ angel's in the church, walking down the nave, fingers trailing along the tops of the pews as he makes his way towards the altar. curiosity about the limitations this prison places on people is getting the better of him, and despite better judgement, he feels compelled to test something. stopping before the first cross he spots, he reaches out and grabs hold of it, lifting it up off the podium.

one second, two, three, four, five-- an agonizing ten seconds and he drops it with an inhuman snarl, backing away to observe the damage done to his palm. well, that at least answered a few questions. ...ow. ]
10 January 2012 at 01:57 am
[It's been a while since he went all out on a practice like this, but it's about time.]

[Allelujah's in the dojo, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at the training dummies. He's got his knuckles wrapped - it seems those sweatbands on his arms are good for more than one thing - and there's a constant 'thud' of impact as he tries to push away his frustration into the practice.]

[The style's not elegant, but it's simple and effective. He varies it a little bit, switching from punches to kicks on various targets on the dummy, and he moves around it a little, but otherwise he's focused on beating the crap out of whatever he's imagining on the dummy's fabric.]

[He does stop briefly every so often for water, though, which is probably a good time for anyone who's come to investigate the noise to try to talk to him.]
[voice || open]
04 January 2012 at 10:23 pm
[Silence..and more silence...maybe the best silence you've ever heard in your entire life--

--Until it happens.

There's giggling, bubbly little giggling which gradually builds up and up and up without stopping. Where is it even coming from?

Well, GIR isn't about to leave you wondering for very long.]

Did anybody miss MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???!!!

04 January 2012 at 08:30 pm
So, we're starting with the psychological torture first? Different. Cute, even. I wasn't even sure you bothered with that down here.

[calm, confident, with only a slight quirk of an eyebrow to show for her exasperation. going to Hell, getting arrested -- such a drag, right? and she's certainly not hoarse and red-eyed from crying. she made damn sure of that before even touching the camera. even if she has no idea what's going on, she can still save face.

if her smile's a little on edge, you'll have to forgive her, but she's expecting this cosy little place to disappear in a puff of black smoke any second now.

Well then, if we're to communicate, then I suppose introductions are in order. You can call me Bela. And yourselves? [thin-lipped smile.] Come on, I'm guessing the idea is that we all bond over our damned souls now, yeah? Then after we've swapped all friendship bracelets, we can start flaying each other alive. If we're lucky, it might even be fun by that point.
09 December 2011 at 11:51 am
[Katherine is currently inside the generic clothing store in Sector 5, carelessly rifling through racks, shaking clothing off of its hangers and holding it up critically to examine before tossing it aside; if it's lucky it lands splayed over the tops of the surrounding racks.

She doesn't seem particularly discontented, or as though she's in pursuit of an urgent or specific goal. Just...bored.

And like she's amusing herself.
26 November 2011 at 01:05 am
[Unlike yesterday, the house today is lovely, a fit atmosphere for a tea party~ The doors are wide open and anyone who wanders won't be pushed out. For now. All of the rooms are free for perusal, except two, and the living room is home to a long table, fitted with a tablecloth, as well as a platter of cakes. The room is helpfully lit up by the many floating candles hovering in the air. Just don't go touching them or you'll accidentally cut yourself~]

[ooc: Road will be mingling with everyone, and there will be a tag for your character to tag her! Sorry for the late! anyone can tag! even the people who didn't respond to Road's invitation post! /o/ get those ac threads ENJOY]
[voice || filtered from DF]
19 November 2011 at 04:30 pm
Why doesn't anyone ever bring in a little anarchy around here anymore?
16 November 2011 at 01:47 pm
[At first, it may be difficult to make out the pale figure against the backdrop of snow, but as one draws closer, important details fall into place: the pointed, erect ears; the lean body covered in sleek, silver fur; the gleaming red eyes; and four tails snaking through the air as though they have a life of their own. With the restraints gone, Kurama has chosen to test what abilities are now available to him, and can be found in one of the parks in Sector Four in his native form, that of a four-tailed fox. Perhaps someone will put two-and-two together and realize that he is in fact the red-haired youth who arrived the day before; perhaps he will instead be assumed to be another individual entirely. Either way, he's warm enough with his thick coat of fur, and keen to learn what limitations may have been placed on this form by Acumen.]

[ooc: Kurama only told one person he was a youko, so Naoya should be the only character who could figure out right away that the fox is Kurama, I think. Anyone else would have to go on hints given today, if he bothers to give them at all.]
12 November 2011 at 09:35 pm
Yesterday's Halloween was much better than any I've had at home. Everyone looked so cute as children, or with their new ears. [laughs - mockingly? it's your guess] That should happen more often.

[and here's something new. she links her hands together and smiles sweetly into the camera] For all the new arrivals, welcome! My name is Road Kamelot. You're stuck here and you won't be able to get out unless Acumen loses you, but I'm sure you'll find something to occupy your time. And if you don't, I have a suggestion.

I'm planning on having a tea party at my house, you can't miss it - it's one of the nicest in Sector 5 - and I'd like to invite everyone! That is, everyone I like and who isn't a stick in the mud. There'll be plenty of tea and cakes of course, enough for everyone who wants to show up. Just tell me now if you'd like to, okay? That way I can start getting ready. It'll be in two days. I hope to see you there!~

[pause] I don't think I got your name but - I'd like to talk to the pretty man in charge of that guild of his - what was it - Brave Vesperia! [SHE'S GOT A JOB FOR YOU 8D]

[ooc: once again D.Gray-man cast is free to hijack and warn people that Road is evil or something, if they like. Defense force people please ping me first over here thanks!]
[Action / Voice] Middayish
10 November 2011 at 08:31 pm
[Agito's in a foul mood after yesterday. After being put through being forced into a younger form and being dragged around by his other, and now the fact that it's newbie day, a day he despises, the dark is not in the best of moods at all. He can be found tearing through Sectors 3 and 4 on his AT, just restraining himself from destroying something. He's not that far gone, and he's not stupid enough to bring Acumen's wrath done on him. The small scars his AT leave behind are enough as it is]

Fucking hell, it's always the same here. [The sound of his AT can be heard whirring in the background] Stupid shit like yesterday happens, and now the bunch of new shits who sound all the same. Stop fucking whining about being brought here, useless idiots.

Why is this place so fucking boring?
[It's easy to tell he's irritated. He has energy to burn and no one to take it out on. The shark is bored as hell. It's not really a good thing]

((OOC: Feel free to use this to call Akito or Lind as well, if they need to be contacted))
09 November 2011 at 07:49 pm
[It's the first time D has made a video transmission, and so it's the first time some of the individuals who know of him will have the opportunity to see what he looks like. At least, that's what the situation seems to be at first, but it doesn't take a genius to notice after the first second or two that the tall man sitting with his back against a wall has his broadbrimmed hat tipped forward to shade his face and seems to be asleep. Who's making the transmission, then? For the first few seconds, there's no voice, and no sign of anyone but the pale-skinned dhampir.]

Ah! Finally!

[The voice is coarse, sounding utterly foreign when compared to the almost lordly figure D cuts, and it seems to be coming from off to the side. The image shifts, leaving the resting figure of D off-center as the camera is focused on a hand--a hand that happens to have a face on its palm.]

I was hoping the big guy might actually nod off long enough for me to get a word in edgewise. Hello, Marina! [Yes, there is a sentient parasite in D's hand, and yes, it is bored.]

[ooc: Hiatus still in effect, so I will probably lag, but I'm trying to at least get out enough to meet activity for all of mine.]