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14 April 2011 @ 05:31 pm
[A lot has happened in Elegy since his arrival. Between his attempts to keep true to his Guild and Master and failed missions, he... has grown fond of the city. He made his first friends and lost others. And then there's the mystery man.

The man in BLU has been on Venom's mind on and off since that night last summer. And now he's returned, leaving the assassin even more confused. The city definitely liked to play tricks on him. Finally, the wedding between two lovers brought together by fate. Perhaps he should keep an eye on it, just in case.

Venom sips his tea in front of Baroque'n Violin. He thinks about if he should train. Or perhaps a stroll around the city is in order.

What to do...]
 
 
 
14 April 2011 @ 03:31 am
 [All had seem to be going silent for the lost city of Elegy, people seemed to be disappearing one after another.  Perhaps it was in Spy's best interest to remain hidden for as long as he was, attempting to stay hidden in the shadows while everything around him went on.  It had always been his job to silently sulk in the shadows, remain consistently in the background unnoticed.  However as the population of Libretto slowly began to diminish Spy began to realize his presence, perhaps was more necessary then he understood.  He stepped out from one of the larger alcoves from the Hotel Mezzo, in the process his Tone shot on preparing to record audio.  He pressed a button on his wristwatch and slowly the sound of him revealing himself from his invisible cloak sounded as he looked around and saw the somewhat ghost like town free from the filters of his own ghost like presence.]

'ow dreadful, zeems like zeir are onlee zo many people left to watch. Non?
 
 
 
10 April 2011 @ 12:40 am
It seems to be pretty quiet lately, is...everyone alright?

Maybe I'm just being paranoid...but I--Luka? Kanda Panda? Mister Australian? Romeo? Are you all alive?
 
 
 
08 April 2011 @ 09:29 pm
((OOC: A follow-up to this conversation with Death the Kid, and thus a closed thread.))

[After she finishes talking to Kid, Sylvanas sets a deep pot of water on the stove and turns on the gas-flame. She knows her room is cold, compared to even the others in this building; temperature extremes hardly bother her, anymore. Perhaps this tiny source of heat will make her place more bearable. Was a child of Death Itself even effected by such things?

The displaced Banshee Queen gazes out her third-storey window at the street below, idly, searching for a thin young man wearing a black suit, with three white stripes in his hair.]
 
 
 
 [The Tone switches on to begin filming a dim room. Someone is moving the camera but who is unclear. Anyone watching only has to look closely to see what this person wants them to see.  Along the wall in carmine are names. They have been written haphazardly and some are hard to make out. The largest ones are "George, Jim, Iceland, Peter, Misto, Feldspar" and following that are several other names in different sizes. "Lavi, Esther, Prussia, Lenalee" along with several other names are scrawled across the walls.

The device drops and bounces around until the one filming comes into view; it's Rose. Blood is flowing in tiny rivers down her arms and smeared all across her fingers. She's smiling but it's wrong. Her grin is far too wide and almost looks painful. Her eyes are foggy and unfocused as she stares at the wall she's been writing on. Without warning, she tilts her head back and lets out a chilling laugh and begins to ramble quietly in a voice that's not hers. It's low and throaty almost like she's growling.] 


Hahahahahaha! Everyone's gone... Gonegonegone. This city took them. I hate this city. Hatehatehate. Everyone leaves me. Everyone. Why does everyone leave me? What did I do? Oh. I'm a monster. Monstermonstermonster. No one wants to stay with a monster. No. Well, I'll show them. I'll show them all. I'll show this city for taking away everyone again. If I can't have those I love, no one can.

[Picking up a knife that was previously off-screen, Rose slices into her right arm. Crimson flows and she uses her opposite hand to write on free space on the wall "I'm coming for you, Elegy!" She picks up the Tone and faces the it towards this eerie message before laughing manically again and clicking the Tone off.]
 
 
 
11 March 2011 @ 04:57 pm
[From the loud rustle and bump, the Tone turned on accidentally.]

...if you could tell me why your city summons people from other worlds, I would greatly appreciate it.

[Or did it? Sylvanas is clearly addressing someone else, who, from his accent, is an Elegy native.]

"This city...It likes to have a mind of its own, no? Before the train starting bringing all of you, it would let strong people go on vacation, but not for very long. The Maestro, she'd go a couple times. Always come back lookin' less than she should, you know?"

[It is hard to make out every word of his reply, but the Banshee Queen's come through clearly, her displeasure obvious.]

No, I don't. Enlighten me.

"All of us here having been hearin' the Harmony since we were born. Can't really picture a day without it, not 'less you count the Aubade which is all plenty of bad things. But the train, it took all the Libretto here on vacation and I think, just ol' Arco thinking here, it was testing to see if you Libretto hear it like we do."

I was not here during that time. Were the Libretto's reactions similar to this...Aubade?

"Some died. And they became Refrains, you know... like spirits still up an' walking around all proper like. Plenty more of us died than you Libretto though. So I think, that's what the Harmony was looking for. Wouldn't do no good if it sends you away and you just die somewhere else, see?"

[A pause.]

...You speak of the Harmony as though it has a mind of its own. Does it have a source?

[The man is clearly amused.] "Now that...is something that's been debated around for a long time, longer even than the two Maestros been sittin' at the heads of their tables. The music, the clock... it's all tied together. Some people say it's in the river, but I don't know about that. Though the river did get some awful water when people were gettin' sick."

[Her voice turns velvety and, well, rather intimate, promising more than she would give.]

And what about you? What is your place in House Madrigal?...Why has your Maestro taken an interest in me?

[The audio fizzles out. However, a textual note from Sylvanas accompanies the post:]

Punish me if you dare.
 
 
 
08 March 2011 @ 04:52 pm
Kenzaki's scent is fading.

It hurts.
 
 
 
05 March 2011 @ 12:28 am
Apparently someone has been making significant progress in getting people returned to their homes. Would anyone care to share?

[ private to Romeo ]

How are your plans coming along? Would you like me to help with anything?
 
 
 

[ The video flickers on to reveal dark rings trailing in a wavy line, then a popping noise as the Tone drops.

A cry of surprise. ]


What are you doing?  Hey--!

[ Shuffling noises, a glimpse of Luka's boot, and what looked like pink tentacles curling around the edge of the screen.  A squeak, more shuffling, some squishy noises for good measure...the screen going fuzzy in the struggle, then the feed blinks out. ]

 
 
 
04 March 2011 @ 12:58 am
[After a bit of his nightly hustling training at De Capo's, Venom decides to visit someone. The last time he saw Danny, he was down from a mutual acquaintance going home. He hadn't seen him since. So before he returns home, he pays a visit to the Mezzo, where he notices a housekeeper cleaning out his room. He looks at the woman, who quietly walks out and leaves him alone.

Most of his friend's personal belongings are gone as well save for a bottle of whiskey. Venom puts his case down and pours himself a glass of the amber liquid. He sits down on the couch as the Tone clicks on. He's examining the liquor, as if he knows what's going to happen but doesn't exactly care.]


I hope you made it home safe, Mr. Ocean.

[He takes a sip, his face contorting when the whiskey burns his throat.]
 
 
 
27 February 2011 @ 08:27 pm
Memories are very peculiar considerations. Biologically they are the bridging of one neuron to another until a whole network of cells is formed. Chemicals spark certain cells into motion, which spark others until they are all turning the gears. Somehow, these simple connections manifest in our imaginations entire environments. A whole instance relived! Though we cannot touch, we cannot taste, we cannot smell, hear, or see the actual memory, somehow our brains are able to play back the occurrence in the theater of our gray matter. The ghost of sensation may even tickle the senses if the recollection is strong enough.

Buthow? How does this happen? How do we recollect whole instances? And why certain events over others? Be they more worthwhile or deserving of a special folder in the hard drive of our minds? Yet, unlike such central processing units, the mind is limitless. We are not limited to one hundred measly gigabytes. Memory can accumulate and accumulate and never slow down our work. The brain is an assiduous librarian, organizing and storing every book our eyes and ears and mouth and skin writes. It continues retaining information, and we continue moving, sometimes much faster once more memory is taken up. Really, it's something to wonder at.

Now, how do we fiddle with it? How do we go about and reprogram or delete certain moments? Such as...entire months. A swift knock to the cranium should do it. But such would require such expertise that it is downright impossible to erase whatever is no longer desired.

Friends and foes alike have left and rejoined the city quite a bit these recent days. The knife of loss stabs the gut while butterflies flutter and fall in chest and stomach at each neophyte to grace the cobble stones. [ sigh ] Like a drug this city continues to surpass all expectations. Highs and lows, longing and cravings, emotions and experiences running rabid at every turn. Marvelous it is.

And yet it all disappears. All disappeared. No recollection. Nothing. A blessing? A curse?

Memory.

Honestly. How does it all work?
 
 
 
27 February 2011 @ 02:38 pm
[ Tieria stands outside of Gelda's Herb Shoppe, a little before business hours.

He's been on edge since his last encounter with Rory Connor.  It may well be nothing, but he can't be sure if a Federation spy or one of Ribbons Almark's lackeys have followed him to the city as well.

Perhaps a little talk with the shopowner will help clear things up.  But just in case, he keeps his gun hidden inside his jacket. ]
 
 
 
Everything has grown quiet here in the city. It's so ominous, Himeko. I can't shake the feeling I won't be making many more of these messages to you. I suppose that's a good thing. I need to return to you. You need to be rescued from that monster if you haven't been already. I am sure Oogami didn't waste any time taking care of it. He really is the perfect prince, isn't he?

[a pause] I think I'll miss some of the people I've spoken to here. One of them almost gives me the same warmth you do. It's my only comfort in this terrible place.

I'm sorry I never mentioned that person to you before. I know you would have told me about them if our roles were reversed. Foolishly, a part of me has believed this whole time that I was betraying you by feeling less lost without you even for one second. I know that isn't true. You'd be happy for me. You'd want to be his friend too. 

... Himeko, if time is moving ahead at home... please don't forget me. I couldn't bear it if I lost you. You're my...

Goodnight, Himeko. I'll send you another message soon.
 
 
 
26 February 2011 @ 02:00 am
[Voice]

Dear Miss Juliet,

Let's have some girl talk! It is very important, so please contact me soon. Thanks~!
 
 
 
25 February 2011 @ 11:25 pm
[ Kenzaki has rigged a little set-up in the relative seclusion of the park. Before him is a box, with assorted bottles inside. Next to the box is a picnic blanket. He is taking bottles out of the box, holding it over the blanket, singing to it, and then watching the bottles shatter. ]

As I thought....
 
 
 
22 February 2011 @ 09:26 pm
[Gwendolen is in the bookstore, curled up in an armchair, casually reading a spellbook and sipping some tea]
Well after all this time I am so glad to have found these books! I needed an efficient way to spend time in this stupid place and I need to keep my skills up
 
 
 
19 February 2011 @ 02:51 pm
[Despite of never really letting anything get to him, visibly at least, Kanda is feeling somewhat uneasy today. He hadn't seen Lavi (mistyredhead ) all day; he usually always turns up to say good morning before they leave for work. He doesn't think much of it at first, but as time passes, it's starting to get a little oppressive.]

[He leaves the flower shop he's working in early and heads home, "accidentally" wandering past Lavi's bookstore and stepping in to look around. He's not there. And when he finally tries to reach him through the Tone, it doesn't work either.]

[It's just a feeling for now, but it's getting stronger every moment. The same had happened with Lenalee, not that long ago. Disappearance, complete disappearance, and while he should be glad if both of them did went home... he also can't help but wish to have them here, somewhat. He can deal, though. He always can.]

[Back at the Hotel, he heads for Lavi's room, not noticing his Tone flaring to life and breaking down the door only to find it empty, as well, what only cements the fact that he must be gone. Kanda feels strangely melancholic about it. It's really been hard on Lavi these past few weeks. He was planning to pack a bag and wander around the city for days without getting back for sleep, hoping to imitate travel at least that way, and it was sad. Quite a lot so.]

[But then he spots a notebook on the bed, and even though he never needs to keep any belongings, it does pique his curiosity. So he heads over and picks it up, flips the pages to the last write-in and reads, the text not visible but his expression changing slightly, the frown fading into a blank, almost sad-but-not-quite curl. In the last paragraph, unlike most of the dry text, Lavi's actually mentioning how being trapped here is making him feel, and he sounds like he's losing it. Kanda snorts a little and closes the book.]

So it was even harder on you, bastard, and you never told me, even when I told you to.

[He's just muttering under his nose, but it can be made out if you listen closely.]

It's... a good thing you're out, then.

[He pauses and eyes the book. Lavi was never happy about people seeing any of his breakdowns or dreams or whatnot that would uncover the real him, save for his closest friends. So he should probably take it to his room, even if he has no intentions to read it. But that's what Lavi would want, isn't it? To keep his secrets, at least from other people.]

[And just because of that, he's going to follow through with it. Because during their stay here, Lavi was more of a pillar than he's ever denied needing. It's a shame, but at the same time, he's glad he's no longer suffering here, that oversensitive bastard.]

Doubt you'd want people to read it, so I'll be taking it.

...

Shit, why the fuck am I talking to a bloody book. Ridiculous.

[He turns on his heel and leaves, and the feed cuts off.]
 
 
 

[ Just got off the Coda line and breaking into a sprint in the direction of Lavi's bookshop, after learning of the disappearance of his new friend and making some inquiries.

After finding the shop he stops at the doorway.  The place is locked, and it looks empty...somehow.  Like this city is.  So much that the Harmony becomes unbearable, its vibrations interfering with his quantum brainwaves.

Tch. ]

Lavi!

[ A fist hits the door and he keeps it there, his whole body trembling.

This can't be happening.  He has only met Lavi not long ago.  That strange boy with the eye-patch, just like Lockon Stratos...

Brokenly, in a low voice, to himself: ] Did you--Did you go back to your world?  Back to being a soldier, Lavi?

 
 
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
 
 
 
15 February 2011 @ 08:55 pm
[Sniper's decided to take a trip down to Ballad Town, where he's been poking around for something new. When he arrived here, he only had but a rifle and a jar to his name.

And he's decided to expand his arsenal.

The Tone clicks on when he's examining a very large knife, one that's similar to his Kukri from back home. The storefront looks like it houses vintage weapons, something that's right up Sniper's alley. He examines several knives before settling on this one. For a few moments, he browses the archery sets, smiling wickedly as he strokes his chin. He decides against purchasing it for now and proceeds to buy the knife.

When the shopkeeper asks for his Tone, Sniper realizes it's on.]


Oh bloody...

[He promptly turns it off.]
 
 
 
13 February 2011 @ 11:48 pm
[The feed begins and one can tell that he is simply in his room.] A day dedicated entirely to love... [As he thinks about it, he can't help but give a small laugh, shaking his head.] A beautiful thought, but what of those who do not have a love of their own? Surely it must be hard...

I do send my deepest apologies to those in that situation... but, someday, love will come to you, and even if that sort of love doesn't reach you, there are many people in many universes who love you - in Elegy, where you come from... anywhere, really. There is care and passion in the world, all around... it just takes time to find it.

[Sheepishly, he realizes just how long he has gone on and blushes with a smile.] O-oh, I talk too much!

private to Juliet;;

... .... [He tries to determine what to say next and grows a darker shade of red, shaking it off and clearing his throat.]

Juliet! We should spend this day planning our day... I-I want you to be the happiest you have ever been! [He smiles.] ...S-so... if you'd like to, meet me by Cielo's paddock at six tonight.