[The camera shows a pixelated image of this:]

( Crotch shot. NSFW? XD )

How strange that life here becomes more and more mundane, despite all these curses.

I am bored, and irritable, and not even a burger seems to lift my mood because I simply want Umaka Burger's burgers.

Perhaps burning something will better suit my ill spirits today.

Mutou. What would you do in your boredom? Visit a carnival? Save the world? ( Read more... )

And thus . . . guilt.

I have never felt it before.

But was this something they felt when they scorned me, called me trash?

. . . Glace. You have my thanks.

[Papillon is flying through the City skies, enjoying the cold air and the snowfall. He leaves a trail of golden light in his wake, seemingly minding his own business.]

[He spots another figure wandering the streets.]

Oh~ho. ♥ Another that haunts the dark hours of early morning~. What horrors does this one bring~?

[ooc; time for the Ghost Rider's ( Read more... )

Forcefully making us wrap up our year, deities?

Visions of the future. Memories of the past. Insights into the present.

Which are real, and which are true? Which are dreams, and which are nightmares?

Amusing.

Your future is what you make it to be.

I have not eaten in days.

[Retching.]

Disgusting-

How dAre this City-

I have no desire to become human again. Thus, they are no longer appetizing to me.

[A heave, and a retch.]

[Coughing, then . . . silence.]

It's Christmas eve . . .

God rest you merry, gentlemen ( Read more... )

What is it like to be loved? I do not know. I never was. I was always trash.

No matter. I am no longer rubbish.

I am Papi~llon. ♥

I am accepted, and I am loved. ♥

( [ private to self / unhackable ] )

I don’t think that the Deities are the kind to inanely strike a curse upon the residents. Or are they~? Truly, toying with the people in this City . . . I don’t like being the subject of experimentation, though I would gladly experiment upon others.

An E upon my back . . . how quaint. What do you wish to say~, you false gods, by branding this upon ( Read more... )

( [ private to self / unhackable ] )