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4rth psalm || D'eon || Fetche la Vache!
Nov. 27th, 2010 01:23 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
gender-at-will.livejournal.com[Not keen on just sitting and waiting for the fight to happen (that and his nerves were preventing him from sleeping) D'eon decided that the middle of the night was a good of a time as any to wander off into the night to practice his fencing. Taking a small lantern he found a nice mostly secluded area where he didn't run the risk of waking up any of the other members of the manor. Placing the lantern carefully on the ground he drew his sword and began going through the basic movements of fencing.
He was fully aware that Lia would more than likely take over for the duration of the fight for the manor, but he wanted to be able to hold her off for as long as he could. It had been a while since he had to really use his sword and he found himself a bit clumsy with it at first. However, it didn't take long for the the movements to come back to him. Despite his intense focus on his exercise, D'eon didn't drop his vigilance of his surroundings.]
[anyone else up late and bored? think he's acting suspicious? come bother him~]
He was fully aware that Lia would more than likely take over for the duration of the fight for the manor, but he wanted to be able to hold her off for as long as he could. It had been a while since he had to really use his sword and he found himself a bit clumsy with it at first. However, it didn't take long for the the movements to come back to him. Despite his intense focus on his exercise, D'eon didn't drop his vigilance of his surroundings.]
[anyone else up late and bored? think he's acting suspicious? come bother him~]
p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com[Anyone who's been paying attention to Shiki over the past few days will notice he's become gradually more and more twitchy and tense. Some would put it down to pre-battle stress. That's partly it, but it's something that runs a little deeper. Something much closer to home. Something much more raw causing anxiety. So, he subtly excuses himself, saying he's checking on something within the woods - just an area check to make sure there's no Kishin.
Once out of sight, within a clearing in the woods, that's when everything kicks off. With a frustrated yell he kicks one of the trees. Lashing out at anything within his sight, yelling as he does. Raking his hands through his hair.
'Not again. I'm not losing an entire squad again. I refuse to have that responsibility resting on my shoulders!'
Again and again he begins hitting just one tree, sure he's taking chips from the bark but his gloves are becoming worn, knuckles warming. He knows he's split the skin but even so he just keeps beating the living daylights into the damn thing. Seemingly never tiring.
Eventually he stops punching, slumping down by the stump of the tree. His knees tucked up to his chest, momentarily curled up at least. He stretches out and sighs, clenching and unclenching his fist, wincing as he does. It might not have been the best idea especially when he clarifies he's quite severely torn the skin on his knuckles. Not the best idea he's ever had..
Soon enough he'd clear his head. But this seems.. too much like when he fought against the Nicole:Premier. The odds almost as bad as they were now. He was the only one who survived. He wasn't prepared for that again, he was nearly broken the last time. Why? Was this just something the Author was doing on purpose? Was she trying to push all the wrong buttons?]
..Shit..
Once out of sight, within a clearing in the woods, that's when everything kicks off. With a frustrated yell he kicks one of the trees. Lashing out at anything within his sight, yelling as he does. Raking his hands through his hair.
'Not again. I'm not losing an entire squad again. I refuse to have that responsibility resting on my shoulders!'
Again and again he begins hitting just one tree, sure he's taking chips from the bark but his gloves are becoming worn, knuckles warming. He knows he's split the skin but even so he just keeps beating the living daylights into the damn thing. Seemingly never tiring.
Eventually he stops punching, slumping down by the stump of the tree. His knees tucked up to his chest, momentarily curled up at least. He stretches out and sighs, clenching and unclenching his fist, wincing as he does. It might not have been the best idea especially when he clarifies he's quite severely torn the skin on his knuckles. Not the best idea he's ever had..
Soon enough he'd clear his head. But this seems.. too much like when he fought against the Nicole:Premier. The odds almost as bad as they were now. He was the only one who survived. He wasn't prepared for that again, he was nearly broken the last time. Why? Was this just something the Author was doing on purpose? Was she trying to push all the wrong buttons?]
..Shit..
featherdrequiem.livejournal.com[Kuja appears on the feed, looking somewhat panicked as he looks to be sat on his bed, pulling a patterned dressing gown tight to him, looking somewhat mortified. Normally he'd poke it first but right now he lacks his offensive magic and frankly in his world you learn to be wary of cute things. Damned evolutional trait.]
What is that? It's purring at me. When did it get here? I've had my room locked all night!
What is that? It's purring at me. When did it get here? I've had my room locked all night!
10 Star Ball || Piccolo
Oct. 27th, 2010 12:15 pmpicklesgonewild.livejournal.com[Piccolo was sitting on the front steps looking very, very bored. He had been waiting for two weeks to get outside, but now that he was he found himself with nothing to do. His little roommate had returned to her rightful room and now Piccolo didn't have anyone to show off the fruits of his training to, making training feel a little pointless. And he didn't do quite a lot in his free time other than training.
Piccolo's room was no longer a source of entertainment without Elphie. Of course Piccolo wasn't too keen on going back to his room anyway. It seemed that someone had tied the now lifeless rice cooker to his doorknob by the cored.]
Piccolo's room was no longer a source of entertainment without Elphie. Of course Piccolo wasn't too keen on going back to his room anyway. It seemed that someone had tied the now lifeless rice cooker to his doorknob by the cored.]
p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com[The feed starts amidst a vague amount of interferance and settles on a tall slender man clad in nothing but black. The only variants are the gaudy silver necklaces, studded bracelets and his deep crimson eyes. He makes a frustrated growl as he examines the inside of the entrance hall. It wasn't tasteless enough to be Arbitro's place. But even still.
He keeps on walking, not saying anything, he never was the type to verbalise when he was alone. Nor was he the kind to call out for anyone, he'd hunt someone down and get some answers out of them. After all, this wasn't where he was supposed to be by any stretch of the imagination, it was too...peaceful. But he knew the minute he found someone, god help them if they were the ones who kidnapped him.]
He keeps on walking, not saying anything, he never was the type to verbalise when he was alone. Nor was he the kind to call out for anyone, he'd hunt someone down and get some answers out of them. After all, this wasn't where he was supposed to be by any stretch of the imagination, it was too...peaceful. But he knew the minute he found someone, god help them if they were the ones who kidnapped him.]
FIFTH ORDER --> [Accidental Video]
Sep. 11th, 2010 06:33 pmplaystheking.livejournal.com[It doesn't seem that Ciel meant to press any of the buttons on the 'berry, because he's in his room, a book in hand, looking particularly cross. The sounds of knocking and a gentle voice can be heard in the background... more than likely, it's Lucy Phantomhive, come to drag her "brother" out of the oblivion.
His eyes flicker toward the door, but he only utters an exasperated sigh, a hand stuck in his hair.]
His eyes flicker toward the door, but he only utters an exasperated sigh, a hand stuck in his hair.]
21st Blast || Mello || [Video/Voice]
Sep. 6th, 2010 11:48 pmworldsrunnerup.livejournal.comThere has been a death. Keiichi, who we had in custody, was released by his guest. He killed her by smashing her head against the wall. I was supposed to be guarding him but somehow his guest got past me. That's not the point. Once Keiichi was cornered by Ryuzaki, Minatsuki Takami, and myself he grabbed a knife, probably brought in by his guest, and attacked.
I shot Keiichi.
My actions were my own, I accept full responsibility for my actions.
[[Private to L and Matt, UNHACKABLE]]
Want to escort me to my cell?
I shot Keiichi.
My actions were my own, I accept full responsibility for my actions.
[[Private to L and Matt, UNHACKABLE]]
Want to escort me to my cell?
featherdrequiem.livejournal.com[The feed begins on a very loud sickening crack noise. That would be the sound of a skull breaking. The Blackberry falls to the floor to see the body of Kuja's Mary Sue hit the floor just afterwards, blood pooling around the wound. For extra measure he lets off a flare over her body, it's just there burning... Kuja appears in the background. There's a cold sweat on his brow. There's a heavy golden candlestick in his hand caked in blood on the side. His hands are shaking. He never had a problem with killing people, but that's not the problem here. The Author sent these damned crones and wretches in to kill them all. For what purpose he doesn't know. But he didn't need telling twice when he saw the feed of Elizabeth and her Stu.
Throwing the thing aside he slumps into his chair. The room smells awful. The burning flesh is making his stomach turn. It's disgusting. His head snaps up and stares directly at the feed, realising it's on by the red light.]
She was trying to kill me. It's been their intents all along. I've seen what they've been doing. Strike before they have the chance.
[He stands up and retrieves the blackberry from the floor. The video is shaky, his hands are still trembling.]
Allow me and it shall be quick.
((OOC: Yes, emotionally fragile psychopaths introduced to paranoia aren't a good mix. Anyone want some Sue/Stu extermination for free?))
Throwing the thing aside he slumps into his chair. The room smells awful. The burning flesh is making his stomach turn. It's disgusting. His head snaps up and stares directly at the feed, realising it's on by the red light.]
She was trying to kill me. It's been their intents all along. I've seen what they've been doing. Strike before they have the chance.
[He stands up and retrieves the blackberry from the floor. The video is shaky, his hands are still trembling.]
Allow me and it shall be quick.
((OOC: Yes, emotionally fragile psychopaths introduced to paranoia aren't a good mix. Anyone want some Sue/Stu extermination for free?))
