( personal notes :: private :: warded :: cursed )


I... demand audience with whomever's... with... for God's sake, surely I'm in someone's care!


[ooc: ...lol still in mirror!City, still not remembering much. Y HALO THAR periodic amnesia, sup.]

( private :: warded :: cursed )

You - who - ...

Name and rank and reason. Now. You'll give it -

...

Name.

No, not yours.

Mine.

Enough is enough.

Deities of this ill-gotten place, I do believe I request...

T R I A L.

Not for abduction, as an argument can be made that our arrivals were either voluntary or accidental; not for the existence of curses, as rebuttal could be offered that they are legitimate means of entertainment, and so it is only by your exceeding benevolence that no fee is requested; no ~ ♥ ~ I demand right of trial against you for failing in your Godly duty to smite imbeciles, who accummulate their idiocy and then flood it on curse days to my convenient dismay.

Quite nothing short of dissent and lenience among deity ranks justifies their continued existence. No. E~nough. I deserve compensation.

Blood and bones and sticks and stones ~

- and perhaps they come for the blood of soiled lands, or the blood on your hands, or the blood yet unspilled -

...and perhaps the dead walk because they want something.

What do you owe them, Citizens, O Citizens ~ what do you owe your dead?


As for recent word of a killing angel... the thing may present itself. Come, come, dearest, there's a duel, do make haste. It's ever so horrid to know association aside they with positively no taste. By all means, consider this challenge, or order, or both - whatever pinges your inevitable pride into adequate response.

( private :: warded :: cursed )

...and break the knee that will not bend, hmmm ~ ? A fickle thing, the Gods of any time. Tch.

City, your pleasantries are many.

Shall I thank you for this awkward gift of technology? I think not. My fond regards to they behind the cameras. Regards, if not compliments, I fear. You gave your hellos, my little pets preferred to give theirs.


[ooc: inorganic angel + cameras = " lol tentacle tim0rz." Feel free to have your character notice ambling bits of circuit parading by the Cathedral, if you'd like >D]

MAKE THIS SHIP STOP WAVING.

Bloody chance, our captain is an incompetent! Our man-at-gears a flagrant miscreant! The crew is vile, the second class is - is - why is there a second class? The salt smell's enough to upset my stomach - why are there rats on this ship and where in mighty El's name are they scurrying off to and - oh God, that wave. - NO, I DO NOT CARE FOR DINING!

Ah - ...food. No. No. No - ...do excuse me.

Jibrille... your undoing my kind, my sweet, my lady... your undoing in water and fate...

...oh, someone take me out of my misery.

[ooc: because some people take sea sickness gracefully... and others wouldn't dream of it. ._.]

Pestilence carrying vermin, don't think to - ...ah.

Fire against fire. Tentacle against - hmmmmmm. Why, little things, how deliciously sensual ~ ♥

Dear City, a kindness -

A REWARD FOR WHOMEVER MAY DETAIN ONE ALIVE AND PRESENT IT.

...scientific value, after all.

...an honour and privilege when the day's conversation is dictated by a cue from Greed, City. Now if only this vampire nonsense were applied to the gory scene of our Warden's leeching off our patience.

Oh, indeed. How wonderfully thematic.

Felicitations to Miss Seras Victoria for her election to office.

...may she choke on it. And no, Hellsing, you may not take this opportunity to whine ridiculously.

And you -

RAT.


[ooc: ...still sulking over Ishida's resignation? Naaaaaw, never >>; ]

Ladies. Gentlemen. Often disgusting hybrids.

As opportunities present themselves with such great aplomb for the overly foolish, ambitious, or idealistic... shan't we do please introduce a manner of courtesy?

The office is simple: Wardenship, and the associated police counsulate. The duties are... never respected, so restraints are minimal. All smiles for the politically eager - and in fact...

...factions would love nothing more than to secure your position upon dutiful contract. We can see to your campaign. We shall see you elected.

And naturally, without threats of biting, torture, and execution thereof.

Now shall we discuss bribes commissions ~ ?


Ishida, take legible notes.


[ooc: be... cause someone had to try to profit from this. ._. FIRST CAMPAIGN PR FIRM AROUND, PEOPLE, GATHER UP. WE MANIPULATE FOR A GOOD CAUSE. *__* v ]

...a parting note unto they of newer coming and apparent ambition: merely because you've barely hatched into the luxurious establishment of our hellish residence does not, in fact, entail that NO ONE ELSE HAS ATTEMPTED ALL VENUES OF ESCAPE.

You cretins. There are limits to overbearing arrogance, so kindly see to them. Think you better than all others?! Truly, not with those ugly faces.

And you.

You know nothing of El Above, nor of His ways. Speak less of such things - speak less - oh, just die.

If you all value your continued existence, you will spare me the flowers and pies. At the very least, aspire for o~ran~ges.

Sagara Sousuke, a word.

"Prince" Charming, another.

Tch. Wretched day.


Edited post Sagara interview : ...Yagami Light, if you will. Oh, indeed.


[ooc: ...cranky. ._. THROW LOTS AND LOTS OF SPARKLIES?!]

...ah... all these children. How beautiful...

Haven't any of you parents by these lands? I understand that a number of you mistake me for your mother, but - I - that is to say --

Perhaps ~ ♥

May blessings kiss you all on this day. Kindly ask for me for whatever your needs. We must strive to help each other in these dark ages.

See... Lord Katan... how may I serve you?

Whatever you might be inclined to believe, dogs are still bound to etiquette.

...as for the rest of you:

I. No matter my sister's great activity and the idiotic deity's recent exploits, the matter of that clock goes as it has gone: irrelevant, and unattended. Such is its balance. To explore any further verges on insanity and ridicule.

II. Certain gentlemen of the youthful and perhaps eye-patched variety would do well to present themselves in their humble abode. Cake or retribution, as per their discretion.

III. Rumours of my recent defection into the depths of platitude have been greatly exaggerated. Business resumes. I trust you all grasp the implications. Now, there was earlier talk of tea ~ ?

...Katan. Heed. Too much dirt, these past days.

( private to setsuna :: katan viewable :: warded :: cursed )

Imbeciles -

I refuse this.

Tch...

[ooc: ...cursed like hell. Inability to lie for the day? Not cool. ]

"A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty."

Oh, but for the sake of feminists.

...and yet when they speak, they speak of man, and when they live, they live with man, and when they woe, it is for man. Truly, ladies. Purpose. Principle. Tisk~tisk.

By all means, my ladies, direct not wrath upon me. For I am one, and you are hepless, immature brats legion.

Marte already ~ ♥ ~ ? So the network whispers, one meditation upon another, and another, and another, and te~di~ous.

Nonetheless... perhaps bellic tutorials are in order. Hubris and infatuation aside, a brief introduction to the rules of war waged and war won:

Meet me in Heaven, where we die.

Weak, weak, tick, meek.

Death finds no creature where threats are lain. Death knows no meaning. Death has no face.

And the last one standing steadies a foot in Hell.

Nonetheless, do save us all.

Humans. How... disconcerting.

And it is not for me to crave Atziluth so, nor its dust, nor its blood, nor its peaches. And still.

And this, again... quite enough.

I recommend that all references to yesterday's occurrences be effectuated as piteously and elegantly as possible. Only your life hanging by your discretion, after all.

...dismissed from personal service. My pleasure, to be sure.

This organization formally passes unto the maintenance and directorship of Nicholas Brocklehurst. Do please bring all complaints at his door.

Mister Brocklehurst, you may choose to preserve its functionality, alter it, or dissolve it altogether. I can't well say I care.

You've all backstabbed moderately, whined viciously, stolen within measure, failed repeatedly, and presumed unnecessarily. In short, you've served reasonably well. Mister Brocklehurst, I would leave you with recommendations, but really, now. This is the City, and you're alive. That recommends you.

One issue excepted, you are all free to pursue further service, or not. Yes, that does indeed mean that all past trades no longer hold merit.

'ta.

( private :: warded :: cursed )

[ooc: giving up the Palace and letting minions goooooo ~ ! Except for Ishida, alas. ._.b]

( private :: family )


Ah, mais, mon Dieu! Bad seazon, bad seazon! Everyone, so fasti~di~ouse! And ze little ones, non? Zhe little ones behind ze zipper, so uncooperative!

Zhou keep telling it, "Gez up, Choochoo! Gez up for mademoiselle!!!"

And zhou keep praying, because Mas~tehr, non? Monsieur never think iz his fault that Choochoo no gez up for mademoiselle, non! C'est toujours mademoiselle! And zhou keep prrrrray~ing, and zhou keep rrrrrrrrrubbing, and zhou keep seying nise zhings to Choochoo, "Purteh – pleaze, Choochoo, why zhou do zhis to mademoiselle? Pleaze Choochoo, pleaze!"

Ah, non, never, poof! Have to try somezhing new, donc, have to -

O la la – such a lovely skert, look, look! Skirt so nise! Salary so nise! Tip so nise!

Ooops!

Somezhing conveniently fell!

Time to be~nd overre and pick izh!

Ooops!

Izh fell aghen!

Ooops! Ooops!

Monsieurs want meid?

The thing is no "alien" by fictional standard, merely a superfluous cretin with a harmless penchant for polling ticky boxes! Murder occurs with great frequency and only to the temporary personal detriment of parties physically involved - and so, if you are not the one lacking in particles and limbs?! You're better off, you fools!

Must I be awakened by shouting and trepidation?! Must everyone be in perpetual alarm? What in El's name are our dearest Wardens doing, endeavours of sweet sodomy aside?! My sleep. MY SLEEP has been interrupted. Someone will pay for this.

YOU and YOU, USELESS! SOLVE THIS!

Tch... head....


[ooc: beautiful fits so early in the not!morning. ._. Don't mind the beast, he's still upset over the beheading issue - he'll scream over anything. Repliers, beware.]

Benedic nos Domine
et haec tua dona
quae de tua largitate
sumus sumpturi
per -

...and humans, ever too weak to save themselves. Hah. Perhaps I should be of a mind to one day hold service and lithurgy.

Messiah, the time of blood first spilled in coming. Lent, is it? Screams and dreams andblessing, then ~ ♥

How very droll that religious benediction may only be applied at someone else's inevitable expense. Ever the adepts, never the creators... really, all you do is follow. Do cling to your well-wishes, O City. One wonders who cried for your sacred principles.

...they who bemoan the latent gift of penitence... tch. I grow weary of martyrs and holy grace these days. Fools.

And someone please silence the bloody cat in screeching.


[ooc: ...migraine!Rosiel is migraine-ish? Or a bit too thoughtful, re : upcoming Easter celebrations. Did have to suffer for humanity's welfare too, after all. Hardly one to take sacrifice with grace. All thanks to Jade for the cat!pic >D]