[Somewhere on the Plane, a little out of the way from where everything else is, Eithan has brought a ridiculously large, poofy, Victorian-style armchair. Of course, you'll find Eithan curled up in that chair. ... And, every once in a while, you'll hear him whine. Or groan. Or make some other pitiful noise ( Read more... )

[Everything just seems to be going right to hell lately on the Plane, and Eithan is taking issue with this. He's frustrated. Stuck. Not at all sure what to do with himself. ... In all honesty, he wants a cigarette. But, he's been trying to stop giving into that habit whenever life gets too stressful, so no smoking for him. Thank Goddess he happened ( Read more... )

What the fuck is going on?!

[Just outside the bar, Eithan is pacing back and forth, hands on his hips (when not running through his hair), eyes wide and expression frantic. He looks confused, pissed off, blindsided and very much agitated. It'd probably take a miracle to properly calm him down at the moment.

... Oh. And he's wearing a dress.Who ( Read more... )

[If someone happens to wander towards the forest, they'll find Eithan, pacing back and forth like he's intending to wear a hole in the ground eventually. He doesn't even seem to notice he's doing it. He also doesn't seem to notice if anyone might be approaching or not, and he's... talking to himself.... So I just wanted to, you know, ask. I mean, I ( Read more... )

[The Astral Plane has a new red-headed arrival, equipped with an ornate black staff with an orange-red orb on top, and he appears in the middle of a dead run. At first, being in a completely new place - one filled with stars that seemingly has no floor, even - doesn't seem to phase him. After a few seconds, though, it seems to click, and he slows ( Read more... )