31 May 2012 @ 04:50 pm
Although the City has before transformed me into a dog, and others into various other animals, these small, talking, oddly-coloured horses seem the strangest to me yet.

I'm afraid I am not particularly well-versed in what such horses eat or if they can, in fact, consume tea.
 
 
12 May 2012 @ 10:04 pm
[There's been a scuffle, and the room is in shambles-- broken glasses, furniture strewn about, curtains torn. The Device lies forgotten, sees everything around without its owner's knowledge for the moment.

This is not a room that usually appears in the City, not a building that should be here: it's a little part of England, surely achingly familiar to a certain Earl Hargreaves and those close to him, uprooted and set into the outskirts of the City. The room is empty, at first glance, save for the sound of heavy breathing nearby, movement. Something falls and shatters, and suddenly a blur of motion--

It's Riff, but two of him, one attacking while the other--injured and bloody--scrambles to get away. The latter manages to land a strike, a heavy candelabra slamming against the side of the former Riff's head. He's down for only a second or two, and when the other runs, he draws his revolver.

A door slamming, a gunshot-- both have gone from view, but, after several moments, the Device is picked up. The picture blurs and wobbles, and suddenly it's

voice only

and Riff sounds slightly out of breath, barely checked anger in his low voice.]


It appears today's curse has thought it would be amusing to create a doppelganger of myself, and an utterly insane one, at that. Please pay it no mind.

[And that's that. The device turns off, and he has every mind to follow this 'double' out and put an end to him-- perhaps once and for all.]



((OOC: RIFFAEL VS. RIFF. Sorry for the confusion and the lateness but, basically--

Riff, though injured, has managed to escape. Riffael will be trying to kill him before he can say anything or meet anyone but that just means OPEN TO ACTION! :D Feel free to run into either of them. Riff will be answering with this journal, while Riffael will be answering with [personal profile] judaskiss ))
 
 
13 April 2012 @ 02:20 pm
The gentle waves her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears.

How now, sweet Queen?

One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,
So fast they follow. In the world
No medicine can do thee good;
In thee there is not half an hour of life.

Wretched Queen, adieu!

M.O.C.



((OOC: Hamlet themed murders! Soon, bodies will be popping up again... The clock is ticking. :D ))
 
 
09 April 2012 @ 01:53 pm
Jealous souls will not be answer'd—
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
Yet I'll not shed her blood;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
When I have pluck'd the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again.
It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree.

Be thus when thou art dead,
And I will kill thee, and love thee after.
One more kiss, and this the last:
So sweet was ne'er so fatal.

M.O.C.



[ooc: The second clue, pointing to the second murder--!! This time, apparently Riffael is the lackey having to post it, but it's okay. He's having quite a lot of fun.

And do we, perhaps... have a false herring of a motive? Uh-oh~ There will be a post soon showing the location of the actual body. Stay tuned!

lol also sorry this is a little late in the day for most of you. stupid class.]
 
 
29 February 2012 @ 08:41 pm
Lord Cain,

It seems I have finally been able to escape the desert. My Network Device has been in a simply dreadful state, refusing to function at all while in the city of sand. I trust that you are well? I am returning to the Opera House at once.


Private filter: Alexis Hargreaves )


Private filter: Rosiel )
 
 
15 February 2012 @ 11:02 pm
I hope you will excuse me, Lord Cain, but I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea where I am. Or rather, I am certain it is some sort of strange desert, but knowing that much is hardly enough to understand, as is the case usually in this place, it seems--

[...and SUDDENLY.

STATIC. conveniently enough]


░░░░ and I ░░ afr░░d I may ░░░░░░ delayed ░ere. ░░░░░░░░ain, I do hope you ░░░ doing well despite the-- ░░░░░░░░░

----@#(░░░░%*&%@@░░░░░░░#$%░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░

[GOSH, THOSE ARE SOME STRANGE NOISES SUDDENLY. and lots of static. almost as if the Network Device is being rubbed against the sand on purpose full of sand too, but that makes sense. totally.

Oh, and, by the way--]



[FILTERED: ALEXIS HARGREAVES | unhackable ] )
 
 
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