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07 August 2010 @ 09:53 pm
This island has been my home for over a year now. It seems like just yesterday I was standing at my room in the inn. Staring at the ceiling and wondering what I'd do with myself.

I remain uncertain about this path I've chosen. But I do know it's a much more pleasant alternative than to what I've always known.

[Recording ends to the thoughtful thumping of plastic beads on a drum head.]

((OOC: Hotsuma got one of these)).
07 August 2010 @ 09:01 pm
[No music today. Not that there's been much for the last few weeks. Just the noises of men at work down in the Slums.]

It's been awhile. How's everyone doing? I've been pretty much living here since the rains stopped. Makes coordinating all these reconstruction efforts easier.

We have enough hands down here, but if you ever feel compelled to lend yours, I'm sure our neighbors would welcome the gesture.

[Beat. Lunchtime noises drown the recording for a second or two.]

And, um... is anyone missing a masked cowboy on a white horse?
06 August 2010 @ 11:37 pm

What the hell kind of joke is this?! What the hell are all these papers?


Hydro?! What the fuck!?
06 August 2010 @ 11:05 am
Whoever is responsible for putting these...these things everywhere will stop immediately. Rebuilding half the city is a daunting enough task without having to wade through pools of children's playthings.
03 August 2010 @ 12:46 am
Pretty quiet, isn't it?

You mortals must get so bored without me. It's been a while since we've had fun, isn't it? I think we're overdue, here.

What to do, what to do...
01 August 2010 @ 01:36 am
Happy Birthday, Harry!

[Recorded, muttered: 'No one's going to get that, either...']
31 July 2010 @ 06:31 pm
I hope the festival was satisfactory for everyone. I know I enjoyed it. And the hangover the next morning, even.

We should do it again some time.

Hopefully, somewhere, wherever she is, Hannike knows about it.
29 July 2010 @ 06:17 pm
[There's a quiet click and then a sad melody starts playing]

[Recorded sigh]

... How different would my life be if I was born and lived in this island instead?

Would I have grown up happier?

Or maybe it would be much more complicated and worrisome than my life is right now?

[ooc: This is the tune of his pocketwatch. Try clicking on the link and listen to it, it's beautiful.]
28 July 2010 @ 11:11 am
Does anyone know where I might find a rather large supply of durable thread?

All this exercise leaves me in tatters no matter what I try, I'm afraid. Although there has been some improvement in... other areas.

Perfectly acceptable trade-off, I think!
27 July 2010 @ 11:54 pm
Aaaahaha! Guess which totally amazing guy is getting out of 'ere soon? If you guessed zis guy, you would be right! But zat was totally easy to guess so you win nothing from me.

[Laughing at his own joke.]

Ahhhh-ha... it will be good to smoke again without being nagged at like a stupid kid.
27 July 2010 @ 01:21 am
Oh, oh wow! This is interesting, look at all this writing! Are different people talking? Oh, and those pictures! Hm, I wonder, could I…
[slight pause]
26 July 2010 @ 10:00 pm
So, how do you fuckers feel about, like, ramen and shit?
26 July 2010 @ 04:34 pm

What do you feed a... a dragon? [A tiny screeeee in the background.] I think she's hungry...
26 July 2010 @ 05:26 pm
Rainstorms, celestial murder, and out-of-control animals aside, this place seems a lot calmer than home. It's not too bad a vacation, I figure.

What kind of homes did the rest of you spuds drop out of? You miss 'em?
25 July 2010 @ 12:43 am
So I write in this thing and people can see it? I guess I can assume that asking that question is a round-about way of doing things, if that’s the case. If you lot can see this, then I guess I just answered my question. [A chuckle can be heard after writing this.]

It's pretty decent of you to give me some money too.

Anyway, where am I? What galaxy is this? Or if you can’t answer that, what planet am I on?
23 July 2010 @ 06:53 pm
Oh, oh no.

Why, what is that in my window? Poisonous flying snakes? Been there. Done that.
Ferocious unicorn-lions? Yawn.
Kittens appearing in packs so everyone gets one? Hohum.
Costumes that possess your mind and body? Try harder!

I don't think anything could shock me now.

...Oh, wait. They've always been that way.
Sigh. Nevermind.
15 July 2010 @ 06:40 pm
So, uh -

I think I may have sunburn for the first time in my life. What, um, exactly, are you supposed to do about it? Because, seriously. Ow.
14 July 2010 @ 08:46 pm
...My, you lot are so quiet lately. Did all of you fall in the ocean?
12 July 2010 @ 05:38 pm
[The recording starts with an obnoxiously loud scream, something along the lines ‘Sugar Sugar Rune, Choco Rune~” before there’s a massive splash. There’s a long, long silence, so if your character ignore their journal, then it’d be understandable. But, from the quiet comes a few seconds of splashing before a satisfying crash and ‘ouch’ comes through. Judging by the high-pitched voice, the person's a girl and not much older than her mid-teens at most.]

S-stupid, evil book! Give my powers back! I wouldn’t have gotten wet if you’d left me alone!

[Judging by the sound, Chocolat’s bashing the journal against a rock or something.]

I’m gonna whup your butt, you stupid jerk! I want my powers back!

[There's a few seconds of shallow panting.]

You think it’s funny I nearly drowned, jerk?! You just wait ‘til I’m back to my super powerful self, I’m gonna whup your butt!

[More epic silence!]

H-hold up... Your magical, right, stupid book? Then other witches have to have copies, too, yeah? Haha! This might not be so awful after all! I’ll just get my magic back, collect a few hearts and head back to Japan.

[Rest is written. The writing's hella messy and screams 'I'M A KID. OLOLOLOL"]
Hi! I’m Chocolat Meilleure, daughter of the witch Cinnamon, and I just need some directions to the nearest place that’ll accept Ecuré.
Please and Thank-you ♥
11 July 2010 @ 10:59 pm
[The entry is recorded. There's faint music in the background and Yuu's voice starts a bit in awe.]

What is this? What is this sound called?

Where is it coming from? What-- what makes it?

Can anyone tell me?

[Yuu is in his room and he hear the festival music coming through his window. He really likes it, too.]
11 July 2010 @ 06:23 pm
It all seems really hazy, you know? That boat- what we saw.

Did that all really happen?

It's so odd to be back, it feels like nothing's changed at all.
11 July 2010 @ 12:53 am
There's the stupid thing! [There is heavy breathing exhibiting from the journal, the voice sounds raspy and tired, but certainly not going to give out any time soon.] Ugh, there's bird crap on it...

This has been...[Deeeeep breath]


...[A soft thud, as if he just fell on his back.] I hope somebody heard that.

(ooc: Heeeee's back. And missing a shirt. His story: He thought he saw a cat walk into the jungle and he followed it and was lost ever since. He had lost his journal along the way and in the process of "backtracking" ...he got lost some more. How did he survive for so long? I guess he pulled some Snake Eater things. Minus the snake eating.)
11 July 2010 @ 02:20 pm
This waiting is getting frustrating.

I've had enough of this.

The time to act is soon.
10 July 2010 @ 02:11 am
This whole Tropical-Island thing really takes some getting used to... I've never been to a place like this, before. Some of these animals are real bizarre looking...

A-ah, Captain!

I managed to find a place for us to stay, once you're out of the clinic... It's small, but you promised you'd beha
[voice high pitched in overexcitement; occasional moments of breathlessness.]

I crave-- I require the feeling of sliding my scalpel into warm human skin. The brief moment of resistance followed by the slightest pop -- inaudible, but I can feel it beneath my blade! -- and then the utter ease with which the rest of the blade sinks in. It's akin to deflowering someone with every new cut. Oh, I will be tightening the restraints as far as they go, but please, don't hold back. Do struggle. Struggle! STRUGGLE! Hope dies last, I know. I KNOW!

All this calms me better than anything else ever could. Ah, what am I talking about? Nothing else can come close to calming me.

As for the deflowering simile, I advise you read no further into it: a simple comparison. Keep your virginity, I'm not in the slightest interested. I want your body in different ways.
09 July 2010 @ 12:50 pm

[There's a couple of tiny sketches in the margin, yes, they are boys, and yes, they are in very compromising positions.] KYA~!! These pairings are so cute!

[The handwriting, to be frank, looks like scribbles. Thankfully, the rest of it's rather nice, but still somewhat childish.] Pine x Napple is still my OTP, though. They're so friggin' epic.

Anyway, I've gotta start making copies for Comiket, or I'm not gonna finish in time. I just need to find a road map or something and get back to Tokyo or find the nearest printer.

[Underneath that is a giant note with 'PRINT COPIES' and several near unreadable dates.]

That reminds me! I've gotta finish those touch-ups on the Ath x Caga one, too. So much work :(


07 July 2010 @ 09:31 pm
For those of you who have not heard yet, in just 4 days, we will be having a festival!

This is, indeed, to celebrate the victory of those who have returned, and to mourn the losses of those we no longer have with us.

Yes, this includes the Goddess Hannike.

So those who can make it, it will be greatly appreciated, and I'm sure you all could use some time to rest, if even for a short while.

That said! There is still much to do in these last few days. I could really use some help with some final decorations procuring and setting it all up the day of. Any additional hands for this will be extremely welcome!
05 July 2010 @ 02:48 pm
I had hoped he had just been staying indoors for the rains, but it seems my employee Bart is no longer here.

If anyone's looking for work, there are now pizza chef and pizza delivery positions available.

And Iggy, now that the danger is passed I think I should take the grenade launcher back. Where did you leave it?

Nill, I'll also take the knife back if you don't want it anymore.
05 July 2010 @ 01:15 am
I don't suppose there would be anyone on this island willing to fight, would there?

Hard to practice against imaginary opponents.
03 July 2010 @ 02:08 am
[Quiet, but quick, mumbling...]

What’s going on..? This can’t be -- No, it has to be. An illusion. It’s all an illusion. I’ve got to be hallucinating.

I won't fall for this!

It is just a hallucination. An illusion. She's just trying to trick me -- [Her tone changes completely.] I'll make sure she is dead this time!
29 June 2010 @ 05:14 pm
[elegant, cursive writing appears; it slants forward and contains many flourished loops, its rhythm like rising and falling waves.]

At first, relief flooded me: I haven't been killed. I can return to my work. I have time still.

Then frustration and disappointment. I seem to be not much better off. Again, starting from the very bottom. Starting with nothing. Further, here there will probably be even less equipment than in the 1920s. Very much less.

I'm now unable to decide which is worse.

[the writing suddenly changes, as if a whole different person had taken the pen, and becomes heavily-inked, dark, and entirely unreadable; it doesn't seem very relevant anyway; Latin names and what look to be equations; much scratching out.]
29 June 2010 @ 04:20 pm
im glad the sun is back
i missed the city being bright

its been so gloomy
almost scary
29 June 2010 @ 02:03 pm
... So it looks like that stupid rain is gone.


I'm glad. I hope whatever caused it got taken out for good.

Ugh, maybe I can finally sleep now.

[No, his handwriting isn't a little shaky, why do you ask.]
28 June 2010 @ 01:25 pm
To everyone who took part in the voyage, welcome back. I do hope it was well worth the effort.

Penelo, Larsa...welcome back. I am currently in the clinic, due to...extenuating circumstances, but from what I know our home should be more or less whole. I would like very much to see you both. That is, assuming Jan did his job. Carrie, come see me as soon as you may. Bridget, I believe your name was...how is your arm?

My, 'tis good to see the sun once more.
28 June 2010 @ 11:01 am
Jeeze, and I was beginning to wonder if the sun even existed in this place.
27 June 2010 @ 10:19 pm
Is everyone alright? Hannike said that something was wrong here and we came back as quickly as we could.

... At least most of us.

Hotsuma, Roy, what happened?
28 June 2010 @ 01:00 am
Holy shit, fucking finally! Dunno about anyone else, but I was pretty goddamn sure I'd be spending the rest of my life watching barnacles get it on. And that? Is not as hot as you might think. No market for that shit in porn, and that's saying something.

So! What'd I miss? Heard there were some asses around here to be kicked, or whatever.

Oh, shit, and fucking ROY, where the fuck did you go?! Tried to get out of our goddamn race, huh? GUESS WHO WON BY MOTHERFUCKING DEFAULT, CUNTNUGGET.
[A few short, uncertain scribbles appear, followed by a series of ink blots. They are quickly rubbed around in weird spiral patterns.]

Stupid thing! I can't write in this condition! I cannot do anyThing! I am like a useless lumpy potato! This is the fault of the damn bou bUogei bourgeoisie! I should charge her extra! I will charge her extra extra! These things do not happen to me until I work for Hellsing. Then suddenly BAMBAM all the creepy crawlies come out of the woodworks to bother me! I am only a man. So handsome but still a man.

I do not like you, Rivelata! I do not like you almost as much as I do not like London! And that is a lot! I do not like the food! I do not like yoooooou! I will go home when the bourgeoisie sends me a private jet! Two private jets! One for me and one for my hat!

[ooc; SORRY THIS ONLY TOOK ME A MILLION YEARS TO GET AROUND TO POSTING. D; I couldn't figure out a good way to introduce him until now. Also, Pip's still pretty banged up from a wound he got in his side before he arrived so he'll be writing with his left hand until he starts to feel better since the idiot also doesn't understand the audio function yet. Expect his handwriting to look like a 3-year-old scribbling on the walls. He'll also be pretty rambly until he settles down a little. He doesn't really react well to situations that go beyond what human science can explain.]
26 June 2010 @ 09:14 pm
Seems the wheel of fate has turned again and it's bringing better weather, though I suppose the mood is not going to change much, is it?

Ah, I believe we were promised a festival in the wake of these happenings, though I don't suppose it's truly going to come to fruition now. I still think we need something to ease some hearts, though... I propose a celebration, of victory, and also a remembrance of what appears to have been heroic sacrifice.

... One with lots of flowers...

... Maybe chrysanthemums.
26 June 2010 @ 09:21 pm
[Cap's voice is exceptionally grave tonight.  This is the voice of a man who's been through many battles and lost many friends.]

Ladies and Gentlemen.

I write this now to announce two things.  The first that the god Maron has been banished from Rivelata.  The second that in doing so Roy Harper has been lost to us.  We can only pray that he's been returned to those who love him back in his world.

Roy Harper was a good man and as true a hero as any.  It was a privilege and an honor to know him even for a short time and to fight along side him as it was an honor to fight alongside all the brave men and women who made this victory possible.  May his courage inspire us all to do what we must in times of danger.

In my world, we have a tradition.  In honor of fallen soldiers who have given their lives in our defense, we each observe a moment of silence.  I ask that all of us do the same now for Roy Harper and the brave souls who have fought and died in defense of this land.

[A heavy minute of respectful silence is had.]

Be safe.
26 June 2010 @ 06:28 pm
Hm, it seems the target has already been drawn in. So early... Well, it can't be helped. Lady Grell? I'm heading over to observe and lend a hand if it's required. Hotsuma-san? I won't be by myself this time at least.
26 June 2010 @ 01:39 pm
Maron. Your reign ends today. Rivelata and its people will have peace once again.

I apologize for the time it has taken me to take action against this menace, my sole excuse is that the magics we have prepared are very carefully arranged and readied, and have required the utmost attention. I cannot say more, as so-called godly eyes are prying.

If there are any of strength who read these words, I would be indebted if you would lend it to me. My castle, in two hours, is prepared to accommodate any that would help. Together, we will conquer this menace.

King Alastair.
25 June 2010 @ 06:12 pm
Such a place of dissent, this island. How can all of you bear it? After her Grace's murder, it's clear that the so-called gods of this island need discipline and corralling. No people should be forced to live after the flighty whims of some deity's transient, infantile emotions.

This should have been done some time ago.
Let it serve as a beacon, a warning.
25 June 2010 @ 04:07 pm
No doubt you've noticed some... upheaval on the island as of late. Hard not to notice, really.

Rest assured, our King has been working ceaselessly to bring about an end to the unusual weather fluctuations and overexcited beasts. And he is not a man of false promises.
24 June 2010 @ 07:24 pm
[there's a quiet rustling, and almost immediately water droplets begin wetting the page. Pen strokes slowly sketch this particular masterpiece out:]

--They did! It's just that I don't have to know about useless things.
What are you doing?

[a pause, while the drawing finishes]
That's a chihuahua. They live in purses and come with pink collars.

What does it say?... [pause] That's my name there!
What's a purse?

It says Yuu is a pretty keen spud.
[aaannnnd the journal flips closed again, just in case there's any good Samaritans out there that want to correct her.]

[[Blue is Yuu, green is Robin!]]
23 June 2010 @ 11:33 pm

Ah, what wonderful rains... and such an intriguing smell. You are a strange island, certainly... but, to the point!

Hello there, dear citizens of - what was it called, now... Rivelata? Dearest citizens of Rivelata! And hello to my fellow other worlders! It seems to me that people have gotten a bit of a damper on their spirits because of the weather... and I would love to put some smiles on all of those frowny faces. I think there's lots we can play with out in the rain! And all of the animals seem to be so frisky - come on now, let's have a good time!

I only have one small request... would anybody perhaps be able to help me along to the nearest available medical person? My little furry friends decided to play a little rough this time...


I certainly hope that leg is salvageable...
21 June 2010 @ 10:28 am
[a sigh]

A girl can get awfully bored, cooped up inside like this. Business has been slow, what with the rain - something about it seems to make people hesitant to make the journey out.

So, how about it? Are there any brave souls out there who feel like good company?
20 June 2010 @ 07:00 pm
*The page is soaked, and what ink is on it has smeared to the point of being near unintelligible*

F at ther -

Upon r ea ding of th is n ote, y ou wil l find

Caddy and I

I h av e trav eled f ar from anywh ere. So you se e, it was ne ver supp o sed t o
be f or me, n ot eve n a ye ar. Sh reve will se nd my belo ng ings.

Caddy i s wi th

I wi ll fi nd Caddy he re. She h as come w ith me.

S ince rely,

Que ntin
18 June 2010 @ 11:47 pm
Lady Red, would you mind if I borrowed your butler for a few hours over the next few days? It's rather difficult to do certain things at the moment and I've found Lady Grell has some wonderful talent.
17 June 2010 @ 01:25 am
[Depression and insomnia, guys. Depression and insomnia.]

I'm beginning to miss the gods from home - faceless, formless, powerless though they may have been, at least the only time they let you down was because you yourself needed someone to blame for your own failings. And they never faulted you for it, merely smiled benignly from their marble facades and told you to better yourself; you can try again later.

They couldn't make promises, because they could not talk. And they could not be killed because they did not truly exist outside of the hearts of men.

I wonder now which one is better? Those skeptics that say seeing is believing, but once you're able to see something, touch something, it can be destroyed. If it remains faceless and formless, then it can be truly eternal.