[ as usual, alma can be found out in one of the courtyards. strangely, though, he's not curled up on one of the benches. instead, he's lying on his front in the grass, and there are books stacked up in piles around him. he has one spread out in the grass in front of him, and propped up on his elbows with his feet waving lazily in the air, he ( Read more... )

[ it's taken alma.. a long time to recover. and not only recover, but to find some kind of peace with himself, with who and what he is. he still-- isn't really sure he knows, even after months, but he's-- he's doing better, anyway. he knows he is. he's not so terribly confused by it all, now, and he thinks he might remember what it was like ( Read more... )

[ alma has no idea how he's found himself in this strange place. a few moments ago.. he'd been dead, hadn't he? he'd been curled against yuu, and he was--

he was sure he was dead. and this place didn't look quite like he'd imagined hell to be ( Read more... )

[Did you know you're on a pirate ship? Where's the water, you ask? And the boat? Well, it looks like they exist mostly in Alma's mind, but that doesn't make them any less fun! Using his imagination, the hallways of the dressing room have become a place of high adventure, filled with buccaneers, buried gold, and lots and lots of rum... Not that he's ( Read more... )

[A small boy is wandering the halls, dark hair tousled and wearing an strangely small amount of clothing. Just shorts and an odd contraption made most of sleeves, really. He looks a little confused, peering around corners and humming almost nervously to himself. He's never seen this part of the order before, but there must be someone here... Right ( Read more... )

( Probably full of DGM 188 spoilers! Tread carefully! )