Okay, babe, you know the plan?

[[Shoes, beside him, nods, but she looks at Bill like he's the most adorable idiot in the world.

He's currently holding a bag of his own homemade tortillas.]]

Now, remember, after I throw the tortilla at their faces, you observe and record the results.

[[This is all in the name of science, after all ( Read more... )

*The Ghost was alone again...a ways away from him, in what used to be his home on the lake below the Paris Opera House, he could hear the sounds of the mob that had gathered to capture him. He can't help but give something of a weak smile, something that could almost have humor, and yet also held a sad kind of triumph. Even if they did find him in ( Read more... )

WHAT THE HELL?!

[[Bill is pretty much running through the halls of the castle. He's shorter, his hair is tied up higher, and he's got boobs.]]

WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS?!

OOC: ...Needless to say. I'm back.

[ The assassin trudges through the gardens, slashing a few flowers down in his path.

Tearing through the plants didn't do much to quell his building anger and hopelessness. Even the few trees he had taken his katars to and carved up or knocked down didn't give him enough of an outlet for his frustrations.

It was impossible not to think about the ( Read more... )

[ After his transformation the night before, the werewolf appears to be in even worse condition than he had been in the past weeks since his arrival. While he still held the same rather gaunt and haunted expression on his features, his torn clothes were even more wrecked and dirty than usual, and heavy bags hung under his eyes, shadowed beneath a ( Read more... )

[ Suddenly, there is a man in his early thirties walking in the entrance hall. He doesn't go far before he stops. He's a little disheveled, in a nice but worn-out suit, along these lines. He's also very clearly very confused.

And maybe a little afraid. ]

...What...?

[ This is not where he had been a moment ago. This doesn't even look like ( Read more... )

[[Fakir almost smirks at the distasteful surroundings. The dank, gritty dungeon below the castle is perfect. No light, save for the minimal flickering candles suspended on the moist stone walls ( Read more... )

[The main doors to the castle are thrown open and a very agitated Fakir comes storming outside. The buildings in this town were prone to being more than they seemed. Surely he had somehow ended up in one of them. Even though he didn't remember going inside any of them...He steps out onto the large lawn, looking around at the complex and the huge ( Read more... )