Perhaps we'll give the residents of the Mansion a few days to recover from their sudden upheaval -- HA HA, not likely.

Besides, this isn't a simple little demonic trick. This is not the Anthony J. Crowley journal you're looking for (hand wave, Jedi mind trick, etc etc) because all of a sudden, the Mansion has manifested the ability to initiate ( Read more... )

The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief ( Read more... )

Gabrielle knows that her sisters are a little...tense, at the moment, plus it's been cold for so long, so she's decided to do something to cheer everyone up and make cookies ( Read more... )

He comes walking, limping, rather, covered in rags, tattered. His face is dark with soot and filth.   His walking stick hits the ground with a thud, for every step he takes. Yet there is, in the eye of the leper, something cunning and melancholy that belies his apparently morbid state. He walks slowly, though he has no need to.  His back is bent, ( Read more... )

There's a dark, slender boy walking toward the house, his bewitching face as pale as salt at the moment, and he's dressed for travelling in the dead of winter at least a thousand years ago.  He has the bearing of a prince and a warrior, for all that he's never seen a battle, and carries no weapon.  The sheath that held his hunting knife is empty.  ( Read more... )

    “Kay! Kay!”

He’s just a scrawny, scruffy thing with mussed hair and a smudge or two on his face, and he comes tearing in bearing a sword that looks like it should to be too heavy for him to even lift. Some people might recognize it.

“I’ve found a sword for you!”

He stops suddenly, swinging the sword to bring its point to rest on the ( Read more... )

King Arthur is apparently the anti-terrorist. Just thought you'd like to know.

P.S. Don't drink the water.

A young woman walks purposefully up the path, her long skirts teased a little by the wind. As she reaches the shelter of the porch she puts back the hood of her cloak; she is perhaps twenty-two, moderately pretty, with dark hair in a neat braid, and silver at her throat and ears ( Read more... )

:D :D :D :D

I hope it was good!

"I have heard there is no official leader here but I have also heard that there are numerous leaders in their own right - kings, queens, others in authority. I would like to speak with any of you, if you please."

As always Shinou's manner is commanding and regal yet friendly and approachable. Feel free to speak to him - even if you're not royalty