31 July 2012 @ 11:35 pm
I don't remember buying these, or even putting them on.

They're easy enough to manage, though, after hooves and paws.
 
 
Current Mood: blank
 
 
01 July 2012 @ 06:58 pm
[Video Post]

You haven't anything for me these last times you lot have come around, and I doubt that you'll have anything now, except for trouble. So I'll say this once; keep your hands to yourselves if you know what's good for you, and if you actively try to start up trouble, you'll soon wish that you hadn't.

If there's anyone that knows me, I'll be on patrol.

[/Video Post]

[OoC: You can tell her anything, just avoid telling her that she's from books. If you want to action, go on ahead, just indicate it in the subject line or comment somehow. Man vs. Wild just seemed appropriate for Angua.]
 
 
Current Mood: cranky
 
 
01 June 2012 @ 01:08 am
[Voice Post]

Anyone that's a pony today, steer clear of the carousel. I know that you can't really see anything unless you're not looking clearly at it, and even then it's usually just decayed. But everyone, especially those cursed into having hooves need to stay, away.

[/Voice Post]

[Action Post]

[Angua is patrolling the area around the carousel at approximately a 20 meter radius, not that you'll be able to tell. She may not be cursed for today, but she's certainly four-legged, and ready to pounce on trouble. She's not bothering to hide in the forest, so you may very well notice a rather large 'dog' circling round.]

[/Action Post]

[OoC: omg, this was supposed to go up earlier, I got distracted with having to test and vaccinate kittens that we're fostering, and please backdate this to waaaaay earlier.]
 
 
Current Mood: predatory
 
 
18 May 2012 @ 05:10 pm
 
[Handwritten Letter, off the Network]

Dear Mum, Wolfgang, and Father,

I am happy to report that I am doing well in school. I am taking my exams today, and expect to do well on them, because I have studied. The other girls are very nice, and give me no trouble. When we have been out on trip, I find that everyone is nice once you exchange pleasantries with them, and make the effort. I would write more, but that is all that I have time for today, and I am going to come home for holidays anyway, where you are sure to find out more about my time here.

Warm regards,
Angua von Uberwald

[Video/Action Post]

[She is sitting in the hallway outside of a classroom, books open in her lap. People pass her by in the hall as she pores over her notes and texts. She doesn't bother looking up when she states,] One down, at least. Have you come for help on the next one?

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[OoC: In canon, her mother went to a high-class all girl's boarding school, so Trinity seemed appropriate. Openly as a werewolf, so even if Angua tries to play it down, it's likely the teachers will have heard of her mom, and may have mentioned in classes 'Oh, you're the Baron's daughter, aren't you?' Implications will be had, so feel free to assume. She wants to prove that she can do things on her own, without her family and status doing everything for her, and that their Way is not one she wants to take.]
 
 
Current Mood: busy
Current Location: Trinity Hall Girls School
 
 
29 April 2012 @ 06:27 pm
[Accidental Voice Post]

[It sounds as though she doesn't mean to set the device to record, seeing as it comes on in the middle of a sentence, and half muffled.]

-on't know what curse it is, but it's never been clearer that it is one.

[Now really, dear, is that any way to talk? After all, some might call our little gift a curse, but it couldn't be farther from the truth!]

Shut up. You know what I meant. This is a curse. You're a curse.

[Come on, Delphie, is that any way to talk to your dear, dead brother? After all, I think that I'm owed a little politeness. After all, you did kill me. Or, no, wait, it wasn't you, was it? It was that Vimes who did it. Couldn't even kill me yourself, could you?]

Shut up. You're not getting to me. No one else can even see you. You're not real.

[Whine?]

What? No, not like the flashing red- Wait, what flashing red light?

[Bark! Rrrr, bark. Arf?]

Damn. Yes, thank you. Good boy.

[/Voice Post]

[OoC: Ghost World curse! Red is her mother, green is her brother, Wolfgang, and blue is her father, who prefers being in his wolf form. Obviously none of them can be heard or seen by anyone but Angua.]
 
 
Current Mood: annoyed
 
 
26 April 2012 @ 12:55 am
[Video Post]

Angua is standing amid the ruckus of birds cawing, and creatures crawling along and, sometimes, up the edge of the forest.

"I am not familiar with most of these animals, but that doesn't mean that I, or any of the rest of the police force, won't be available to help any of you out there. If you get trapped in a corner, chased away, otherwise unable to fight, or-"

Suddenly the birds stopped.

A branch creaked.

The drop-bear . . . dropped.

It was a close relative of the koala, although this doesn't mean very much. After all, the closest relative of the common elephant is about the size and shape of a rabbit. The drop-bear's most notable feature was its posterior, thick and heavily-padded to provide the maximum shock to the victim with the minimum shock to the bear. The initial blow rendered the prey unconscious, and then the bears could gather round to feed. It was a magnificent method of killing, since in other respects the bears were not very well built to be serious predators.
As she stared at the bear on the ground, she missed seeing the one falling from the branch above her.

It didn't miss her.

Not one to be deterred from her goals, she continues, off-screen, her voice a little more muffled. "Or dropped onto, we are here for you. It's just that sometimes, here may be on the ground."

[/Video Post]

[OoC: Everything in green is text from Pratchett's The Last Continent, which you should read.

More actual Pratchett thoughts on Australia )

Also, Australian Spiders; a reference.

It says the continent has very few poisonous snakes . . . Oh, there's a footnote.' His finger went down the page. 'It says, "Most of them have been killed by the spiders." How very odd.']
 
 
Current Mood: bouncy
 
 
17 April 2012 @ 10:23 pm
[Voice Post]

These are certainly not like any animal I've encountered before. They're rather endearing, I'm sure. But when has any curse ever been so completely innocent? I don't trust them. They may make these [a hesitation] cute noises, but I'll be keeping my eye on them. Fortunately, they've yet to invade my house, but I've seen them around while I patrol.

The key word in that sentence, of course, is yet. They make my hair stand on end. And let me tell you, that is severely inconvenient.

[/Voice Post]
 
 
Current Mood: suspicious
 
 
28 March 2012 @ 07:44 pm
[Text Post]

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[/Text Post]

[OoC: Guess who isn't used to computers and keyboards. And guess who's wanted to do a post like this for a while? I apologize for the eyesore.]
 
 
Current Mood: frustrated
 
 
28 February 2012 @ 11:58 pm
[Voice Post]

[She sounds like she's breathing hard, against a background of rain hitting sand.] Right. Around a month of sand everywhere; literally everywhere. And monsters crawling all over. Obviously this spot of rain is going to do a lot of good. Quite a refreshing treat after all the bloodloss and danger. This completely makes up for- [She stops mid-sarcasm. The sound of something airy, like sniffing.

Then, more seriously,]
This isn't normal rain. There's something wrong about it. Something- greasy and yellow and snare. Um. Something off about it. Small. Powerful. Be careful.

[/Voice Post]

[OoC: Haha, look who just got internet back right now. Also, I'm interpreting that time difference thing to mean that this is when she would post about the slugs??]
 
 
Current Mood: determined
 
 
11 February 2012 @ 11:00 pm
[Video Post]

Let me get this straight. In a City where there are known curses, and tricks, and generally ill happenings, people actually pick up tiny little hearts, engraved with words like death, and murder, and liar, and the like, and then proceed to eat them? Not to mention, they rather smell like chalk to begin with.

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[OoC: She ate Tommy's Family, because she figured that one was sure to be safe; she found interesting results. Also, hers are here, so if you want to ret-con your character into having eaten one, go for it.]
 
 
Current Mood: exanimate