Hello, newcomers, and welcome to Rivelata!*

Since getting off that boat, you may have found yourself in an entirely different place and time from what you recall as being your home.

Don't hold out too much hope. You're not going there anytime soon.

For now, you're here.

This is Rivelata. Your journal and your quill will be your closest companion from now on. But more on that later. For now, for your convenience, here is a map of what has been discovered so far, so you might find your way around.





( Locations, by number )

Now that that seems to be out of the way, let me introduce you to a few key players in this little game so far.

( Important People to take note of )

Your magic is probably weakened, regardless of who or what you are. It's prone to malfunctioning and has done so in the past, or fail to work at all. Still, it is definitely possible for them to become stronger over time once more if you take the time to exercise or train them somehow.

Either way, there are no guarantees. In this place, anything and everything is prone to happening. Magical things, beings, occurences, extraordinary abilities, are all obviously left and right. Expect the unexpected. At one point, two individuals even ended up involuntarily trading bodies. The only true advice I can give you is to watch your back as closely as you possibly can. Chances are, even if it has before, your magic/powers/abilities, no matter how strong, now or ever, will not be sufficient to protect you from your own stupidity, should you not heed warnings given.

It's not the happiest of places. It might seem pleasant at first, but people die here. Some die brutally, some just... disappear. Some even return after dying once without any recollection of their former lives in Rivelata. This brings up another point. Not only can people mysteriously reappear, it seems that individuals can be taken from truly anywhere from the personal history/timeline of your world. What events have passed for you may not have passed for another, and vice versa.

Your journal is your constant companion. Or, it should be. No one aside from you, with your quill, are able to write in it and utilize it to create entries of whatever you please. The only thing you should keep in mind, is that you cannot create private/locked entries. This means that all of the Rivelata residents are able to see what you've written. What you write about is entirely up to you, of course, though again, here I must ask you to heed caution and consider what you're allowing others to see before writing something. All of these restrictions were imposed by the Queen.

It's true that war has been declared in Rivelata. Culties, the somewhat slang term for Zikhadhara's followers, will be fighting Royalists, those in favor of the Queen.

Don't believe that these are, by any means, the only two sides you have to choose from. One side is brutal, feral, and unstable, the other, morally and truthfully questionable to several. Both sides have their weaknesses. It's at these points that you should trust the judgment of friends that have been here longer than you. If you are alone, then please. Go make a friend. I, myself, am more than willing to talk to you. Obviously.


That having been said, if you have any questions, feel free to come ask me, in this entry, or in person, though the latter is preferred in some cases. In fact, I strongly encourage it. ♥

*Please refer all newcomers to this entry, in order to make things easier. People asked, people received.

Stefen,

I'd rather tell you this in person, but I'm really eager to get out there... I want to go find these crystals out in the jungle. I'm not going to try anything yet-- my Gifts haven't returned fully. Stay safe, and don't follow me. I'll be back as soon as I've got enough information to be satisfied.

Yours,

Vanyel

Wow, I guess I'm slowly getting used to this place.   And I still don't understand what Hiruma wants me to do exactly, but who cares .

[strike out unreadable]

Lightning Guardian- it has been done~ perhaps we'll rid him of that disgusting habbit soon enough.

 We should work togethor more often. They seem to be improving more easily when I have someone to practice on.


To the citizens of Rivelata:

I don't suppose anyone has received unsual deliveries lately?*

And chocolate. Where can you find chocolate? I mean the high-quality ones, not the cheap 200 yen rubbish they sell to children.

[ooc: So, since we got the OK from Gokkun-mun, Mukuro snuck into the Vongola abode, replaced the tabacco in the ciggies with gunpower and fixed them with illusions of Bianchi that will appear everytime he lights one up in all her ungoggled glory. 

*And since he's very, very bored, he somehow managed to get his hands on cherryblossoms and had them delivered to Hibari Kyouya and Dino by the cart-load while he was at the Crimson Dragon Inn, so people can vouch for him. That's okay right? xD If not, I'll delete that part of the post, Dino-mun, Hibari-mun.]

 

Bored.

There isn't much to do.

Hm.

[tiny blotches of ink like the pen is tapped on the paper]

Ahahaha, Takasugi, I just remembered that I forgot to leave you a bottle! No wonder a funny smell is beginning to escape from your room, ahahaha!

"The true measure of a man is how fast it takes for him to find a sweetheart to date."

Or something like that. Now, how is that, Shinsengumi? Your challenge is boring. This is what men here do. Well, it was what the funny paper-thing said. What was it called? ... Ah, "magazine". They don't have those at home.

Hnhn... Do you accept, or are you scared? Don't make me hunt you down.

Master Kuja, I hope you do not mind that I have taken the liberty of using this journal in your absence, as there are a few rather pressing matters I must address.

To the Master Zikhadhara who has lately caused so much consternation: I care little for how you choose to indulge your penchant for blood and trouble--after all, we could hardly expect demonic natures such as yourself to exercise the restraint and courtesy possessed by those of higher breeding.

Even so, as one who claims to be a sort of "Jungle King" or rebel leader, you should endeavor to at least attempt civility. There is a nobility--an honor and class and certain panache required of war and rebellion which as of yet you have not aspired.

Your manners as of late have been appalling, your messages crude, your scheming artless, and most importantly, your pets ill-kept. I'm well aware that the blood of virgins is excellent for the liver and virility, but drunken in excess it is tasteless and produces in your pets an imbalance of humors that makes for dull coats, extended bellies, and moodiness. If your pets are incapable of managing their nutrition for themselves, you are responsible for supplementing their diets with herbs and spices, as well as disciplining them in proper pet behavior. Disinterested strangers such as I should not be made to clean up after their irresponsible gorgings; just this morning I had to remove not only one, but five corpses from my lawn, and immediately after replant the entire row of carnations because the blood had seeped into the soil and threaded through the petals' white hue a garish shade of red.

I do not apologize for any impertinence, as your short-comings as a gentleman and Satanic figure are such that you command neither my respect nor obedience. Your pets' behavior is such that they would not be missed, and if they disrupt the order of Master Kuja's estate or taint the neighborhood's streets further with waste and blood, I will not hesitate to dispose of their heads and claws in a manner befitting the crassness of their actions. Thank you for your understanding, and have a splendid evening.

[ooc: Pissed Sebastian is pissed. Essentially? Don't. Mess with. The Lawn.]

Otsuu-hime, I'm so happy to meet a real, famous artist. Could I visit you? I don't have a place to stay yet, but I'm a traveller, anyway. There is somebody I am searching for. If you don't mind... could I stay with you for a while? I won't be a burden. But I've never met a real artist before. I would like the chance to learn from you, and although I don't have money with me, I can cook and clean your room in return.

I.. have a feeling things are going to get riled up again.

Demyx..? Are you alright? I haven't ... seen you around... in a while...

It looks like a nice night outside. I'd go for a walk, but the ribika...

There's a lot of people showing up lately! Dino-nii, Mukuro-san, H-Hibari-san, Byakuran...I think that's all. I can't believe so many people from my world are all coming here. I guess...I guess this place is a little better than the future we have to look forward too..

It makes me wonder if Reborn is just hiding behind the scenes. I wouldn't be surprised..

I think I got my Dying Will to activate on my own the other day, I just thought about it really strongly and put on my Sky Ring...maybe I don't need the pills..

A-Ah! Right! Dino-nii! You can come stay with Gokudera-kun and Lambo-san and I! There's plenty of room! Oh god...he's going to be a klutz without Romario!!

H-Hibari-san..you can stay with us if you want.. I doubt he'll take the offer.. B-But you can't bite anyone to death in my Family, okay!?

There are... there is...

...

There are scents missing.

... alright. Scents go missing every day. But these are... something tells me... I...

... there are scents missing. Where is Aerith? Where is Riku? Where is the Replica Nise...?

There are scents missing... are there more? I cannot tell who is missing. Someone is missing. Important people... ...

Kuro-sama...where did you go? I'm sorry I ran off, I-...

...I hate this place.

[ooc: Previous Kurogane fell of the face of the earth with no explanation as to where he went whilst Fay was in the Jungle following the blood trail. New Kurogane has been picked up but is taken from a different, previous time than Fay and the first Kurogane. I don't want to say Kurogane the 1st died because that would be totally un-Kurogane like and OMG Fay would go back to his emo-shell because he would blame himself. Any suggestions? Mods, any ideas?]

Black is the night.

Black is the color of deep water.

Black is hatred.

Black is Hiruma's heart.

Black is Fang's wings.

Black is Danny's hair.

Black is the wall color of this whole freaking house.


[ooc: the second and third to last lines appear to have been written, then hastily scribbled out into fully blacked out lines.]

This is

It's not henry or ta

what on ea

...Weird.

Oh! I got chosen... I... wasn't expecting that really. AHAHA! THANK YOU CHANCELLOR-san!

But I have nothing to we... maybe I should have taken Kuja's offer it's ok to come as I am right? DON'T PANIC SAKAMOTO!!!





Katou-kun, can I have a word with you before I leave you with the shop? It won't take much of your time, I know you want spend more time on finding your friend. It's just that, the shop is in such a state of disarray...



Ah. I could really use a drink after this. Sorry I couldn't help you get out, Sakamoto-san.

[ooc:strikes are almost illegible... squint MOAR if you're interested.]

I hate this place. Overheating all the time.

Just out of curiosity have any of you even tried escaping by sea?

[ there are random scribbles and some stray inkblots across the top of the page, as if Junpei's had difficulty making his pen work ]

Hey dudes, can somebody tell me what's goin' on?  I thought the Dark Hour and coffins and those mask guys were crazy, but this?  This takes the cake, man.  One minute, I'm on my way to meet the gang, and the next minute -- bam -- I'm here in some crazy medieval theme park gone wrong. 

All I know is that I smell something funky and I'm pretty sure it's me.  The boat was full of people I've never seen before, and they all seem as messed up as I am.  This is not good, dude.  Not good at all.

Man, I wish Akihiko was here.  Senpai would totally know what to do.

[ strikes are half-hearted, text very clearly legible ]