I don't suppose there's a prize or anything for those of us who've been here for a whole damn year, now, is there?
Hey, deities. You should get on that.
Hey, deities. You should get on that.
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what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, - November 20th, 2012
do I really remember how to fly?
20 November 2012 @ 03:53 am
( This is aimed at the Deities, but anyone can read it. )
You reopened wounds I had forgotten.
Thank you for giving me yet another reason to set my sights on you.
( / )
( The amount of blood Alexiel lost during a certain curse (on the 15th) had caused the angel to feel an exhilarating amount of bloodlust. Upon finding herself bleeding, she had managed (though she cannot recall how) to bar herself in a basement of sorts.
As she bled from wounds that brought back a barrage of memories, she had focused her enraged thoughts on the Deities. Though she could have torn the basement (and the building attached to the basement) apart, Alexiel had held herself back. (Yet the furrows in the stone floor and walls are testament enough to her frustration.)
She had awoken on the floor of said basement and found that her energy had been sluggish to return. However she found the strength to pick herself up and reenter the throng of people wandering about the City.
Her clothes are torn and there is dried blood on her skin. To make matters evenworsemore interesting, her wings are fully visible and there is a dangerous glint in her eyes.
She also seems to be carrying Nanatsusaya. Her fingers are wrapped so tightly around the hilt that her knuckles are white.
Who doesn't want to approach her? )
( OOC: I meant to put this up on the 15th (obviously), but I've been sick, so yay backdating? ;-; )
You reopened wounds I had forgotten.
Thank you for giving me yet another reason to set my sights on you.
( / )
( The amount of blood Alexiel lost during a certain curse (
As she bled from wounds that brought back a barrage of memories, she had focused her enraged thoughts on the Deities. Though she could have torn the basement (and the building attached to the basement) apart, Alexiel had held herself back. (Yet the furrows in the stone floor and walls are testament enough to her frustration.)
She had awoken on the floor of said basement and found that her energy had been sluggish to return. However she found the strength to pick herself up and reenter the throng of people wandering about the City.
Her clothes are torn and there is dried blood on her skin. To make matters even
She also seems to be carrying Nanatsusaya. Her fingers are wrapped so tightly around the hilt that her knuckles are white.
Who doesn't want to approach her? )
( OOC: I meant to put this up on the 15th (
20 November 2012 @ 09:51 am
I have been told that it is tradition this time of year to express one's gratitude for the deeds of others. As such I would like to thank those calling themselves deities for bringing me here and, effectively, giving me another chance at life. I would also like to thank my ...friends for showing me what worth that life can have.
20 November 2012 @ 03:57 pm
[When the feed kicks on, it’s from a counter. The cover of a cookbook is barely visible as the device peers out at the stove. Charlie’s in view a moment later, searching through cabinets with a small frown. Whatever she’s searching for in the beach house kitchen is proving difficult to find because she turns to look at Merlin, who is off screen for the moment.]
I don’t think the cinnamon sticks are in here. Maybe they made it into the fridge by accident?
( cut for happy couple stuff and because it got long )
I don’t think the cinnamon sticks are in here. Maybe they made it into the fridge by accident?
( cut for happy couple stuff and because it got long )
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me.
Guess I'll go eat worms.
Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms!
Down goes the first one,
Down goes the second one.
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm!
Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms!
Up comes the first one,
Up comes the second one.
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm!
Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms!
[ooc: And now, a musical interlude from Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf. Trolling? Mocking? Feeling sorry for himself? Sharing his suffering as a hardworking Deity of the City with the City at large? Hard to say, hard to say... But, hey, Deity on the Network.]
Guess I'll go eat worms.
Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms!
Down goes the first one,
Down goes the second one.
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm!
Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms!
Up comes the first one,
Up comes the second one.
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm!
Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms!
[ooc: And now, a musical interlude from Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf. Trolling? Mocking? Feeling sorry for himself? Sharing his suffering as a hardworking Deity of the City with the City at large? Hard to say, hard to say... But, hey, Deity on the Network.]