Robin and I... well, it wasn't exactly our first lovers' quarrel, but I found out that the night of the Spring Dance, he spent the night with a younger, gentler version of my worst enemy. I was a bit shocked, but I don't think I'm mad at him, or at least not too much. I'd have had a hard time not glomming on the pale fellow: he must have been ( Read more... )

I've been neglecting this journal again, but I've been busy, between trying out some new recipes and working on the garden for Sir Parsifal's chapel ( Read more... )

I found an old album of this song and I won't say I've been playing it incessantly on a victrola I've also uncovered, but when I get an odd moment alone, I'm sitting there listening to it and drinking sake, trying to quiet the racket in my head. Kinda fits my situation a little too well ( Read more... )

I've been busy getting to know the rest of the guests (residents? other wanderers?) here at this Mansion, and there's quite a bunch of people here: While I was trying to settle my brain with some green tea, this fellow who seems to be *the* Puck came up to me and... well, I'm not sure I want to go there, but I had to excuse myself and cool down. ( Read more... )

I'm gonna kill Watari if I ever see him again. Grrr!! We -- Tatsumi, Hisoka and I -- were supposed to be breaking into this wierd sub-dimension that Muraki disappeared into after the fire in Kyoto, but something went wrong with that damn inter-dimensional transporter that Watari built and now I'm at this mansion in the middle of a woods. Well, the ( Read more... )