[ At the entrance of the castle, looking into the lobby, is a small girl flipping through the pages of the journal in hand. Now that the sun is down Remi lets her wings hang a bit in excitement as she settles on a blank page and begins musing to herself. ]A land of dreams, they say. Well, I haven't budged from my mansion in years and, as fate would ( Read more... )

[He didn’t know where he was and that alone put Kaito on edge. Without thinking, he called out for the closest people he could think of.]

Atsuro? Kaido? Where are we?

[When he didn’t receive an answer from either of them he grew even more worried. Had the angels finally captured them? But that wouldn’t explain why they had just dropped off the King ( Read more... )

[ There is a stumble. A crash. It is promptly followed by furious hissing that sounds as if it would far better befit a dragon than a man, but there is good reason for such hissing. Such as running into things in the room as he moves around it, though he has the distinct sensation of things.. shifting. Or he could almost say. A hand presses into ( Read more... )

[Dictated; tapping the journal a few times]

So this is some kinda communicator? That's why all the voices coming from it, right?

Okay. Glad we got past that!

[claps his hands together, it's a bit muffled because he's wearing gloves]So! Who wants to explain to me what in the world's going on ( Read more... )

[Hello, Paradisa! There's a short troll girl presently sitting cross-legged on one of the washing machines in the laundry room. She has a few articles of clothing in her lap, and she's sniffing at them intently. Gross. Feel free to comment if she's holding one of your dirty (or clean!) pairs of underwear ( Read more... )

[ Sound recording begins. ]Hello? Is anyone listening? I want some answers. Why do I have this thing, and why am I at another castle like on Thriller Bark ( Read more... )

[ There's a few moments of random cursing and sounds while Peter figures out what he's doing. ]This doesn't look like Downtown at all. Or Midtown either. Hell, if you ask me this doesn't even look like the Good U S of A. I swear Egon, if this is another of those MC Escher ghostworlds, I'm just gonna call it quits and wait until you figure it out on ( Read more... )