22 March 2013 @ 01:10 am
[ What. The. Fuck. ]



The City disagrees, Karl.... )

[OOC: Disclaimer. The image is from Deviantart. Not mine, but ain't it shiny? c: ]
Current Mood: angry
16 February 2013 @ 07:10 pm

[ Yes. That's all he has to say at this point. ]

[ OOC: All the trolling, all the crack! GIMME! x3 ]
Current Location: Diva's Palace
Current Mood: annoyed
02 January 2013 @ 11:22 pm
[ See Karl. ]

[ See Karl glowering. ]

[ See Karl livid. ]

I don't care about these damned ghouls. I hope they make each and every one of you squeal like bitty piglets. What I want to know which one of you did it. You know what I'm talking about. Who was it?

[ His eyes glow red. ]

Tell me.

[ OOC: Fallout of the weekend and Hatter's Diety trade. Someone is a ken-doll and not happy. Feel free to poke him, but don't expect an answer unless he knows you well xD ]
Current Mood: enraged
19 December 2012 @ 05:33 am
[ The feed snaps on to a very irritable Karl, sprawled out on a chaise by the pool, a book lying half-open in his lap. There's something of the cooked and crispy variety piled on the table near him. Several somethings. Apparently, Karl thought it simpler to roast the flock of talking chickens than to let them cluck away. ]

[ Glancing at the Device, he scowls, ]

For a limited time only. If you're in the mood for an extra-roasted meal, stop by here and pick it up. No strings. [ He even promises not to attack you. If you leave fast enough. ] Hopefully these feathered rats taste better than the advice they dole out.

[ On cue, a colorful rooster flutters to perch on the chaise. Tilting its head at Karl, it opines, ]
Remember, mon ami, you can't court a woman like you’d go at a piece of steak. For many of the fairer sex, less is more. Teasing is pleasing. Light is rig--

[ Cut off by Karl thwacking the bird with his book, matter-of-fact and vicious. Expect the pile of chickens to grow significantly larger. ]
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: Diva's Palace
10 November 2012 @ 05:40 am
What the hell is this?!!

[ The impressive shout emerges, not from a man, but a teddy-bear. Lying on the pavement, kicking his tiny arms and legs feebly. Hi, Karl. ]

Of all the pathetic, worthless, idiotic -- !

[ A stream of profanities. Such a mouth Mr. Teddy has. Not PG-rated at all. ]

[OOC: Karl is a teddy-bear. Lol. Have at him! ]
Current Mood: irate
Current Location: Somewhere Topside
03 November 2012 @ 09:33 am
... This again?

[ Karl's expression, dripping disdain, says it all. ]

Any familiar faces out there? Hm~?

Won't you come out and dance for me, Saya?

[OOC: Have at him! Anything goes!<3 ]
Current Mood: bitchy
[ In a dark bedroom, Karl faces a mirror. ]

[ Awkwardly buttoning up his shirt, one-handed, he shoots his cuffs, and smoothes his hair. He doesn't bother to switch on a lamp. Or acknowledge the blinking Network device on his desk. When he turns, the empty sleeve of his right arm is seen. Tied off, it flaps uselessly at his side. He growls. ]

Waste of a perfect suit. But I forgive this place for being infuriatingly westernized and lacking any decent ao dai.

[ With an air of distaste, he snatches up the device. ]

Others I must forgive are absent. But Saya. I forgive you for being a bloodthirsty bitch and chopping my arm off to begin with. I also forgive you for leaving before I could eviscerate you and return the favor. When we next meet in Hell, may our reunion be a peaceable one. Haji. I forgive you for leaving with Saya, like her damned pet dog. You are pathetic. But you really can't help it.

Brother Amshel. I forgive you for your priggishness and manipulations. You're an utter bastard. But you made me what I am. You're exculpated and I wish you a sweet and sudden death. Solomon. I forgive you for killing me and siding with our enemies for something as idiotic as love. While I'd cheerfully strangle you, I understand you're as insane lonely as I am. Not to mention as stupid.

Grigori. I forgive your crackpot theories and your mongoloid fetish. Your influence on Amshel is why I suffered. If I met you, I'd slaughter you. But I understand you were an addlepated twat who didn't know better. Martin. I forgive you for getting killed by Solomon dying. Although you were a Nazi  had issues, you were all right. James. I forgive you too. You had the personality of a dead gnat. But you were family. Perhaps we could've found something in common over tea and crumpets?

Citizens. I forgive you for being dull, wretched, mewling pests. You're only human. You aren't capable of better.

Tch. I forgive the City, too, for its imbecilic curses and for resurrecting me after my death. I despise being alive. But perhaps I can stop and smell the roses. It's not like I have anything better to do.

[OOC: So very cursed xD ]
Current Location: Diva's 'Palace'
Current Mood: angry
29 September 2012 @ 08:27 pm
[ Karl's face is visible on the Network for all of three seconds. He seems almost creepily calm. But there's a subdued energy stirring around him, full of sparks like a topped-up battery. Matter-of-fact, he switches to a private line. ]

[ Deity Filter ]

I'll be brief. I'm interested in a trade.

[ OOC: Karl is trading for Diva's babbus to be returned to her! This will end well >:3 Any wandering Deities please take note<3 ]
Current Location: Unknown
Current Mood: indescribable
08 September 2012 @ 07:27 am
[ The patio at Phantomhive has a circular pool set into it. The water, lit from within, throws dappled reflections on a pale body. Karl's. He sits, insouciant and exposed, at the edge of a diving board. Hair and skin wet--dripping. The shimmery light makes his bare shoulders into two pearly points. No scars anywhere, despite how often he's been sliced up. Chevaliers don't carry marks. ]

...I'm told nudity is a form of dress. Of course, the voices of decency and dignity would rush to disagree. [ Snort. ] Are the Deities trying to instill shame among the shameless? Or is the true purpose of this curse to afflict me with sunburn?

[ He yawns. Switches seamlessly to female form. Languidly, girl!Karl drops back onto her elbows, so her breasts stand up between her impudent face and the Network device's view. ]

If so, I reserve the right to laugh. My sunblock is waterproof. [ And his shame is ... shame-proof? ] Next time, dear Deities, let's pretend you have a speck of originality and use it. Lest the poor City should gouge its blushing eyes out.

[ In a blink, he reverts to his real form. Dives with a near-soundless plop into the pool. Feel free to look away or stare at your leisure. He's fairly easy on the eyes, if not woefully underfed. ]

[ Private to Solomon ]

If you don't come out of your room, I'm taking all your clothes and blankets away. And turning the air-conditioning to freezing.

[ Or just setting his hair on fire? ]

[ Private to Nathan ]

Do I even need to ask?

...Settling in fine?

[OOC: Cursed with Black Bars. Cover your eyes pls ;; ]
Current Location: Phantomhive Manor
Current Mood: annoyed
[ Karl sits in the gardens of Xanadu. He's peeling an apple, slicing off the blood-red skin with a knife in one winding loop. His smile is full of amusement and mystery and perfect, avid delight. ]

...If only fools fall in love, what a privilege to join their ranks. For I - abandoned, discarded, deep-sixed, dejected - have found a perfect little fool of my own.

Sssh. Don't mistake. She's not just any fool. She's a trickster, a Devil among Devils. With a harlequin's face and tongue like quicksilver. Not that you ingrates ought to hear of it. Not her tongue nor teeth nor thighs. Or whatever-have-we in between. Creatures as dull as you? Tch. No. Nein. Nix.

I refuse.

[ So there. ]

Hat~ter. Dearest. Sweetest. Bringer of evils. Light of my life. Won't you join me on a bloody fr~ay tonight? Or would you rather make demands of me? Petulant or petty. I'll fulfill them all. Prefer you hats? Daggers? Dresses? Acts of senseless violence?

Command in your softest dove's voice. Or screech, if you prefer. I'll ob~ey.

[ Tipping his head back, he dangles the peel playfully into his mouth. Munch. Munch. Munch. ]

Only - please don't deprive me of your company. Not an hour-minute-second more.

My heart breaks for every moment we're apart.

[ Cue smoldering look. It's almost convincing. ]

[ OOC: Not cursed. Just trolling poor Hatter for the lulz. His deathwish is clearly acting up. Horrified observers are free to either go along with it, or call him on it. ]
Current Mood: devious
[ Karl stands at the dresser of Diva's bedroom. Sunshine slants through the window, dustmotes sparkling. The light glints off bottles of perfume on the dresser. Necklaces. Earrings. Sparkly hair-barrettes, some with a few dark strands still twined to them. Thoughtfully, Karl traces everything with a fingertip. Behind him, the bed is half-scattered with Diva's clothes, the pillows still redolent of her. ]

[ His reflection in the mirror is calm. But his eyes are flat and cold-looking. ]

It was only a matter of time, wasn't it?

[ Diva's song still unspools in his head. The room is rich with her scent - familiar and disorienting. Yet Karl is filled with silence. ]

[ His senses have long since told him she's left the City. ]

I'm so tired of this.

Private to Self/Hard to Hack )
Current Mood: indescribable
Current Location: The Phantomhive Manor
31 July 2012 @ 03:22 am
[ The feed snaps on to The Raven's dancefloor. Flashing jewel colors and bursts of confetti. It's a busy night. Everyone dressed to the nines, alive and zippy. A brunette with a wicked little scowl totters into view. Long dark hair hangs straight and shiny on either side of her face. Her dress - a low-cut black number - makes her skin seem china-white. She wears tall high-heels - the tufts of lace winding round her ankles. Sways in them, holding a tray of drinks aloft, while still looking graceful. ]

[ Yet there's something to her. A vibe of - familiarity? ]

...God. I'm not even surprised.

[ Huffing, she hands the tray to a waiter. Also in highheels. The man stammers awkwardly. Takes off to the kitchen, half-tripping in his footwear. The woman watches him go. Her eyes narrow with contempt. ]

Useless. [ Focusing on the remaining staff. ] Let's make one thing clear: A curse is no excuse not to do your job. Don't trouble me with nonsense about your lack of balance. Unless you want me to slice your feet off. As always, I'm in no mood for incompetence.

[...Hi, Karl. Extra-bitchy tonight, aren't you?... ]

[OOC: Cursed with Hell on Heels. And in girl-form for the remainder of the day. (His species are shapeshifters of epically creepy proportions). Replies will come from [personal profile] hellinhigheels ]

Current Location: The Raven
Current Mood: bitchy
[ Under a shady tree, alone and huddled, is a young man. ]

[ In the dim sunlight, his profile is the same shape as Karl's. But the expression - the rumpled clothes and tangled hair - is completely not. There's no elegance. No sneering confidence or knife-sharp grins. Pale and trembling and slick with sweat, he looks on the verge of hyperventilating. Eyes wide with a million prayers, all hopeless. ]

[ Hearing a far-off noise, he jerks. His face is seen, full-on. ]

Karl's face. Yet not. Even in his most abject moments, Karl has never looked so boyish. So... innocent. His round eyes keep darting everywhere. As if the bushes and trees will jump at him. Looking at his babyish face, it's easy to trace the erosion of time and madness in the present-day Karl. Somewhere along the years, the big eyes have become half-lidded, something secret and sinister flickering in them. His mouth too, has acquired the hard, vicious quality of stamped tin. ]

[ This isn't Karl. but a stranger in his skin. Shell-shocked. Clueless. And scared out of his wits. ]

[ Over and over, he mumbles: ]

...I want to go home....I want to go home...

[OOC: Hit with The Years That Never Were, Karl has been cursed to his human, harmless (and Moe!) self, had he never met Diva, been forced to become a Chevalier, been used as a labrat and slowly been driven insane. Replies will come from [personal profile] allmyhopes ]

Current Location: Somewhere in Xanadu
Current Mood: distressed

[ A wedding, even in the City, isn't odd news. ]

[ Unless it's a union between a dangerous ex-zombie and a psychotic vampire. That's right. Carla Morir  and Karl Fei-Ong. Tying the knot. ]

[ Barring that fact, though, the
spread is
surprisingly elegant. The Phantomhive garden has been decorated in eyecatching swathes of red-and-black. Beneath the dark canopies and glowing lanterns, a long black table arrayed with smoked-salmon bites, black caviar, truffle-stuffed birds, extravagant desserts and brightly-colored treats culminates in a monstrous wedding-cake. ]

[ Glasses of chilled champagne and red wine are ready. ( Along with pretty
non-bottled drinks - straight from the fount - for those of the vampiric persuasion). Guests (curious, or coerced? ) have turned up in abundance. A string orchestra plays lively music amid chatter and tinkling cutlery. ]

[ The wedding ceremony has just ended. Toasts have been made. Pictures taken. The first dance danced. And, as with every big party, expect a splendid after-party. ]

[ Just ignore creepy rumors about an orgy and bloodbath at the wedding night. It can't possibly be true. ]

[ Can it? ]

[OOC: Obviously not a real wedding, guys. Both bride and groom are so very cursed. Post is open for video/text/action! Threadjacking, wedding crashing and shenanigans are so mightily encouraged. Just don't mess with the bride's gown. Or Karl will personally hunt you down and kill you. ]

Current Location: The Phantomhive Manor
Current Mood: busy

[ Karl is seated by an intricate gazebo in the Phantomhive garden. Sipping - tea. What? Blood isn't the only thing he drinks. He's also (mercifully) fully-clothed. ]

This isn't as scandalous or as liberating as it's being made out to be.

[ Eyeroll. ]

Still. Some of us are much better off with our clothes on. This curse will hardly contest that.

[ Himself included. Hard to be imposing in the buff. Especially for the eternally pale and bony. ]

Glad I escaped notice for this one. I don't ...tan very well.

[ Or at all. ]

Private to Merlin )

Private to Self/Semi-Difficult to Hack )

Current Mood: pensive
29 June 2012 @ 11:29 pm
Visitors? More like pests.

.... The stupidity here just rises higher and higher.

[ A scornful huff. ]

As charming as your presence is, I'm in no mood for mindless chatter. Keep out of my way.

I wonder if she's out here? With her pitiful lapdog?

Private to Diva )

Private to Dr. Chase )

[OOC: 4th Wall is go! Have at him! Open for video/text/audio/action xD ]

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Location: Out and About
...Ridiculous curse.

But given the Deities' idea of fun, I'm not surprised.


It's rare enough that someone important graces this dull place. As such, I ought to be grateful.

[ From the pitch alone, Karl sounds like he's smiling. Actually smiling - in a calm delighted way. Not bitter or sneering. Not goading fun at anyone's expense. ]

A very special member of my family is here, City. I trust expect everyone will treat her well.

Or else.

(Private to Diva) )
(Private to Aion) )
(Private to Solomon) )

[OOC: Karl's pregnant Queen,
Diva is here. Happy Chevalier is happy. And finally shouldering some responsibility, the brat. No more footloose fancyfree tiemz for YOU xDb ]
Current Mood: cheerful

[The feed snaps on in a bathroom. White tiles. Steamed-up mirror. Solomon stands there, barefoot and in trousers. His shirt is unbuttoned, exposing the smooth cut of his chest. Belt-ends dangling, top button of fly undone. The light shows up how pale and fine he is. Bright as a sunflower with curly golden hair clustered around his face. Drops of water still rolling off his skin.]

[Solomon doesn't notice the device. Quietly, his hand traces the line of his jaw, his mouth. He smiles.] .

...Always so impossible to read.

Your eyes shine. But they give nothing away. Were you made like this? Or are you just hollow inside, like a cute dead doll?

[Glimpsing the device, he smirks.]

Enjoying the weekend yet, City~? I certainly am... 

[He's taking the curse eerily well. Against Solomon's sparkling appeal, Karl, with his black hair and hooded eyes, has always been the drab one. Gloomy. You have to look - keep looking - to catch his charms. So few bother to try. But now...]

[He sobers.]

A pity she isn't here...

[OOC: Hit with Bodyswappers, Karl has taken the very purrrty form of his Big Brother. Replies will come from [personal profile] unfavoritenomore
Current Location: The Cathedral
Current Mood: hot

[In the forest, chaos erupts. Sparks of light. Billowing smoke. Birds flying from crashing trees.]

[A blinding force swoops through the area. Bluish and blurred, it has no shape. E
nergy crackles at its edges, the heat enough to blacken trees and scorch skin. In its wake, it leaves a wasteland: vast and boiling in fumes. The stink comes next: smoldering wood, charred earth, the spilling blood of many creatures, like garbage left out to rot.]

[At times, the bright blur seems to be a creature. Draconian yet
humanred-eyed, covered in blood, screaming like a banshee.]

[But the glimpse is fleeting. Mostly, it remains indistinguishable. Racing on and on. T
he air behind it is smoky. Ash and sparks drifting like snow. From the distance it seems surreal— a hallucination.]

[It may be hours still, before this beast tires itself out.]

[OOC: Karl's tldr post is here for details, and if anyone has questions. Characters with superpowers are free to try curbing his tantrum. Also, any forest-dwelling citizens are free to comment on the rukkus. Police involvement to be kept at a minimal pls <33]

Current Mood: enraged
[There is a vampire leaning by The Raven's entrance. His posture is like a snake's. Nothing stirring but a glint in the eye and a flicking tongue-tip. All gathered bloodlust waiting for its moment.]

The next brat to sneak in, will be summarily tossed out.

In pieces

[A smile. Bright, and entirely without warmth.]

Don't try it. And keep your pitiful bribes to yourself.

[OOC: Grrr. Noisy whippersnappers! NO DRINKS FOR YOU! By which I mean, anyone's totally free to come waltzing in - and stir up trouble. Just keep in mind, Karl may toss you out. His fondness for eating teenage girls notwithstanding, he has work to do, after all! Replies will be sporadic, as my internet is being a bitch!]
Current Mood: devious
Current Location: The Raven