[[0036]] [[JOURNAL POST AND OPEN LOG]]

[mildlygenocidal]

Oh, and this is just going to make me love you people all the more. Deities indeed.

Elendira.

Legato.

Conrad.

Where are you.

[[Knives is in Xanadu during this lovely episode of Out Damned Spot, drenched in blood from head to toe because Knives is a genocidal maniac, and a fairly successful one at that. Fairly. He's pretty placid as he sits

Comments

[Action?]

[againstgod]

[She hates gardens, but she is walking on them to avoid being spotted by her loved ones. They know how much she hates gardens and how she destroyed the first. Constricted, controlled, pretty cages, every single of them.

Woods and forests are her liking. Where the wilderness is out of control - like her.

Alexiel's nothing more but a walking flood of blood as she moves on Xanadu - tainted angelic stench. She likes the feeling of their remnants of her.

She is ignoring everybody around her until she notices someone, placidly sitting who oozes red like herself]

Nice evening.

[Action!]

[mildlygenocidal]

[He looks up at her with his eyes tinting red from blood seeping into his sockets, and he tilts his head to the side. The most distressing part is not knowing what the creatures around him are, and the sisters inside of him aren't helping at all.]

...the meaning of this curse. What is it?

[Action!]

[againstgod]

[If she recognizes Knives beneath the red layer of blood from her interactions and Vash's words exchanged, she isn't revealing this. She smiles faintly under the ooze and the soaked mask she wears]

Can't you recognize what you once shed?

[Action!]

[mildlygenocidal]

...

[He lifts his hands and stares at the palms, hidden under a sheen of liquid red. After a moment, he snorts and drops them back into his lap.]

Must have slipped my mind as all unimportant things do.

[plant_doctor]

You rang?

Private//unhackable

[mildlygenocidal]

An arm.

Private//unhackable

[plant_doctor]

An arm. I'm assuming you need one, for one reason or another.

Specifications?

Private//unhackable

[mildlygenocidal]

I want it programmed to my DNA specifications, and built here in the Ark. And you will stay here until its completion.

[suitcaseofnails]

You sang~?

[mildlygenocidal]

Where are you?

[suitcaseofnails]

Outside. A few yarz from the Ark trying to enjoy some of the sun shine since this is making it rather hard to work on touchy controls.

[mildlygenocidal]

Because I'm certain you could get a tan while affected.

[shoulder_spikes]

...The Ark. What's wrong?

[mildlygenocidal]

What have you been doing?

[shoulder_spikes]

Sir?

[ooc: you got me at the worst possible time-- I'm about to head for bed! >| ]

[mildlygenocidal]

Did I stutter?

((ooc: dlgjdsgkj I'm sorry! I fail, I know D: Go, and rest well!))