[The device that’s on the table is softly knocked down to a side. Starting a feed of the right angle of Rue who is dressed in a maroon leotard, dancing alone inside the rehearsal room; she pauses with her gaze lingering on a corner. There’s a chair there and, over the seat, a pair of light pink slippers that used to belong to Ahiru. She feels as if she is going to start crying again, but she refuses to break down again. Instead, she throws herself wholly into her upsetting ballet, one without melody or tune to accompany her graceful motions. She reclines to grasp her chest, her heart aches under her breast with the sense of lost and the too familiar fear of being alone again, as she was when she first came to the City years ago.

Her Prince. Autor. Ahiru. Will Fakir be next? She wants to forget about everything, have her thought drift into happier days they used to be together under the same roof.

Step. Step. Pirouette. Step. Step. Run. Grande jete…]

Tags: angst level is ovar 9000, angst princess, raven's blood stirs, the light of hope is gone
Current Location: Opera Abandoned
Current Mood: crushed

Down one.

It seems like a repetitive cycle.

It's always hard to keep people in one place, isn't it? It's better this way, as it always is.

Current Mood: pensive

Riff, given everything that's gone on this month, we've not had time to plan for anything--not even Christmas--and here it is the 17^th of December. I suppose the chance, however false it might be, to go home and the risk, however real that was, of the City's destruction could distract anyone.

I've been invited to Christmas dinner, too, though we may have one for ourselves amongst the opera house residents too. I suppose I'll have to decide which invitation to accept. I'd rather like to bring you along--

For those who might find themselves wondering, I did manage to survive those ordeals the 'deities' or that Architect threw us into. I found myself trapped in my room, then a grave, and then I was made to dig myself out of it and into the cemetery. It was hardly an easy task, or need I say so?

Never mind the curses that came after, as exhausted and injured as I already way, both having to endure a glowing, red nose, and having mistletoe sprouting everywhere. That seems to happen most every year. I know I've endured that curse at least twice. And, really, the next time mistletoe starts sprouting everywhere, the best thing to do is to keep inside and keep to yourself. I didn't have any trouble with it. Then again, I still wasn't feeling quite well, but I wasn't so badly affected by it all. Admittedly, yes, it was tiresome to endure the mistletoe growing from my ceiling, but nothing came of it, fortunately. I doubt anyone would have wanted to kiss me in that state anyway.

As I recall, though, it was around this time last year that there was at attack of zombies. I wasn't in the City at the time, for good or ill, but I did hear about it when I returned. I almost think that December should be dreaded as much as October. There's usually at least one week that's as wretched as that. And, as I recall, the 'Stewards' came in January. Perhaps January will be quiet this year.

But first there's Christmas. And if it's the 17^th of December, that means tomorrow is the 18^th and my birthday. It's a very strange thing to realise that I'll be turning eighteen for the second time in the City. At least, that's the best I've managed to figure out about it.

I was seventeen when I arrived in the City for the first time, and I stayed here through my eighteenth birthday. I could have been here through my ninteenth birthday as well, but the City saw fit to show mercy enough to send me home for a fortnight of my time and a week of the City's time. So I was seventeen again while I was at home, of course, and I didn't remember anything about the City. And that would mean that I was seventeen again when the City drew me back in--unless, of course, I gained that year back with my memories, but I somehow doubt that. So that means I'm turning eighteen for the second time in the City.

I suppose I could be turning either eighteen or nineteen or even twenty. But I rather think I'm turning eighteen. I feel, more or less, as I did when I turned eighteen before, even if it is strange to have even one's own age stopped, to some degree, by the City. Time stops in our worlds while we're here, even our own lives.

Either way, some would say I've reached my majority. Not that I haven't already been living independently for years now, of course. And I don't know that I'll really have come of age at home until I'm twenty-one, but I've already inherited both my title and my fortune--I will have had those for ten years by then.

Perhaps it doesn't matter at all, really. After all, the City is a separate thing from home. After all, it also means that I've been here for another year. It's been almost exactly a year, from my count, since the City brought me back in.

That time I was fortunate. I suppose that's some of why I hoped that tear in the sky really did lead home.

I should have really learnt from my past years here, as long as I've been here.

Although, I suppose I've learnt enough to only ask what was going on at the edge of the forest today. I heard a few rumours on the Network and I saw a little of what was going on. If it was a curse, it was a small one. I watched what I could as one might a storm, but nothing came of it.

And that's just as well.

Riff, I've a few plans for tomorrow evening, as I'm sure you expected.

~C.

[ooc: LOL UNANNOUNCED HIATUS~!! School tried to eat me there at the end of the semester and I just couldn't spare the time to play like I wanted to--and when I did have time, I was beat and had no inspiration. I'm working on the last pages of my last paper right now. So, um, hi! My excuse is that Cain was recovering from his injuries (from Yuri, from the carousel tiger, and from digging himself out of his own grave), recovering mentally, and maybe he had a fever. Also, for the record, Cain doesn't have a canon birthday, so I've claimed Kaori Yuki's birthday for his birthday. And that would be tomorrow, December 18^th (Cain seems like he would have been born in winter). He's turning 18...again!]

Current Location: Opera Abandoned

The rage of nature.
Mm. It suits this season.

Mister Four Wings. I have moved with Sara Mudou back into th Firehouse.

(ooc; Pretend was earlier! Link ooc!).

Tags: foolish man, nature pwns you, sara and setsuna, the great organic angel
Current Location: Firehouse rooftop
Current Mood: calm

[The feed comes on, showing Kenshin from the side in his living room on a couch with his giant orange cat sprawled across his lap. His right arm is still in the sling and he's awkwardly switched it on with his left--the device likely sitting on the arm of he couch.]

[He looks a bit down--big surprise.]

This unworthy one has been in this apartment almost his entire time in this City... [scratches Orenji under the chin--the cat looks pleased at least.]

He thinks... he is ready to move... but... [Moves the slung arm a bit.] he isn't entirely capable of doing it himself this time...

...

Would anyone be willing to help him?

...

This unworthy one... would like to be elsewhere by the 19th...




[ooc; Yeeeeeeeah... 19th is his anniversary of marrying Kaoru the FIRST time... and she's gone. Again. Emo!boy is emo :/]

I think I deserve a drink.

I'm glad to hear things have finally settled down out there. It seems this place is very good at dealing out harsh lessons in common sense. I'm tempted to go home before I can see what happens next.

Here's to better weather.

Tags: three days of darkness
Current Mood: tired

[ALL ACTION, ALL THE TIME.

Once, this curse was old, familiar, but no less nettlesome to Ishida Uryuu. He had gone and returned without those memories - but that did not make him naive. Practicality demanded a search of the network each day. He had had the opening shift at the crafts shop, but happily the devices were portable.

With a careful schedule adjustment (made easier by another person calling out, not unexpected from the hypochondriac), Uryuu made sure he closed, too.

SCENE: Late, enough that the streets are emptier, and he looks (a little) less ridiculous making use of shadows and slinking his way home.]


[OOC; FFFF GOODNIGHT see ya sunday evening est ;)]

Tags: action, affected, curse day

... I remember curse this from last year.

Hn. It was fairly easy to avoid last time, so this time shouldn't be any different.

[ooc; I missed out on this last time, so I'm affecting him this time around. He's just out walking if you want to run into him!]

[The feed comes on--the device clearly on the ground, picking up a familiar face. Kenshin is standing a few feet away with his right arm in a sling and bandages visible around both hands and going up his arms under his kimono. His eyes are closed and he was speaking before the feed even came on--and probably hasn't noticed anything has happened yet.]

--ame as Kaoru-dono. "Thank you." That, and "Sorry..."

And "Goodbye..."

[He shifts, turning toward the feed and starts to speak again, reaching out with his un-slung left hand with a soft smile.]

Shall we be going s--

[and right about then he takes note of his surroundings.]

--oro!?

[Blinks widely, taking a step back and glancing around dumbly.]

Kaoru-dono?

[It takes him a moment. A long moment, manages to turn all the way in a circle a couple of times--before stopping to plainly stare right at the carousel behind him, his back to the feed.]

...................................................

[After a good minute of just staring he starts patting himself down, focusing on his sleeves and inner pockets of his kimono, then glances around until he spots the device, a mildly sour look on his face in comparison to calm expression from before. He leans down, picks up the devices, notes it's already recording of course, gives an exasperated sigh and speaks.]

How long was this unworthy one gone this time?



[ooc; he's back! updated to chapter 251, post Jinchuu arc--pretty much fully updated now. And I fibbed a bit, he had his eyes open in the second part of that scene I just wanted him to get the whole line out before going buh-zuh.]

[Accidental Video Post]

[sadly, for Doumeki, he hasn't QUITE realized that, once again, his device is on. Or that it's that fun curse day where mistletoe sprouts from the ceiling. Great. Fabulous. But when this video comes on, he's sitting on the couch with that guitar again. He's farther along in the book than before, and actually starting to play some songs.]


[ooc: action for roommates, journal for all else]

Tags: fml, mistletoe, shonen club, watanuki, what is my life
Current Mood: busy