[Voice]

[Forward dated to a more managable morning time of the 14th.

So.]

On a scale of, oh... one to ten, how painful has it been to lose any of your feathers.

Disgustingly charming wings of Luceti or otherwise. The thought of it can count too, if you want.

[ooc: FIRST JOURNAL TAG IS RESERVED, PLEASE WAIT ♥]

[Action: forward dated to early morning of the 8th]

[Early in the morning, maybe it's three or four. Housemates might hear a noise or two of someone bundling up downstairs before leaving to take a walk into town ( Read more... )

[Unintentional Voice Post]

Watching your son go off to fight everyday is just as painful as fighting...

Haaaaaaaaaaah... I hate it when you're right, you old fool.

[Action]

[Backdated to early this morning, Mom is... well, borderline annoyed with herself. There isn't much to say, old habits took over and woke her from her sleep and before she knew it she was on her feet in the shared kitchen on the first floor making a big batch of oatmeal, sprinkled with cinnamon, vanilla, raisins, and all sorts of berries ( Read more... )

[Action/Voice~]

[Obscuring the camera is a large stack of books, however the stack keeps getting smaller with each book taken off, only to be flung aside or over the the owner's shoulder.]

Dammit, where did I put that. I just had it--

No.

No.

No.

[See Adell's mother get up from her chair, going to shelves across the room and repeating the ( Read more... )