It's another slow Monday mid-morning at Twice Sold Tales. Not quite so deadly as the last time the narration visited this establishment on a Monday morning; there are a few people hanging around the store. There just aren't as many as you'd find much later in the day ( Read more... )

Chicago is not a happy place, therefore very few people are actually happy.

The recent CLF riot kinda pissed off one recovering former terrorist who has very recently been having a little problem with half his soul being missing. The rage was enough to finally cause him to shift involuntarily, which was... Rather painful actually, considering he's ( Read more... )

Soul hates school. He really, really hates school. It's not so much the lessons, which are just boring, or the teachers, who are just stupid. It's the other students. This hatred may or may not have something to do with the small group of them who currently have Soul cornered out behind Looney High.The entire concept of the drama that is high ( Read more... )

Adrian is roaming the city, wired and sleepless, his wings out under his jacket. He's looking for a kill. He hasn't done this in... years. Years, at least. Possibly decades. He wants to go after Mag and tear her throat out, because he suspects his migraines are her doing, but he has no proof and he doesn't trust her carnie friends not to descend on ( Read more... )

[[Final daytime post -- there's going to be a Midnight Show post later, so if you want a black ticket, now would be the time... or if you'd like a ticket handed over in a previous post, that can also be arranged.]]The Carnival's time in Chicago's coming to a close, and things are ramping up for a grand finale, indeed. The shows are getting more ( Read more... )

[Pretend this was posted a few hours ago during school hours >> Also, Boogie's tags will be a little sporadic until she's done with her monstrous work load.]

Soul Eater and Maka are standing just outside the Chicago Public Library, and their way is being blocked by a tall, angry-looking truant officer. Soul and Maka don't look all that happy ( Read more... )

[OOC: Sorry about the long absence! Final exams are done now so I should be getting back into the swing of things.]

Atop a small hill in Grant Park, there is an archangel enjoying the weather by means of sword exercises. Granted, Egon did have to call the cops first to make sure no one was going to report a crazy guy swinging sharp objects at ( Read more... )

On the steps of the Chicago Public Library, basking in the sun and reading a book by some dead Russian, Dmitri Lang is only paying half attention to the words in front of her. The rest of her attention is split between a few things: one, the advent of ice cream weather; two, the home-game schedule of the Chicago Cubs; and three, how much legal ( Read more... )

Four--well, technically Luka Petrovic now--is in a coffee shop.  She's been saving up the change she's been finding for all of today, and now she finally has enough change to buy herself a pastry.  She hasn't had one since a couple of weeks ago, when she had that picnic with Babel in the park.  Four considers her options carefully, and settles on a ( Read more... )

{Main Gauche party thread!}There's nothing like a scrum team if you want to drum up an impromptu hunting party for CLF whackjobs, and after a long day of scrumming and scouring the suburbs, there's nothing like crashing at one of the guys' houses for an impromptu party after cleaning out the ice cream, candy, and snack isles of at least one small ( Read more... )