....I'm coming to the hospital now. No, Megumi-san, it's not too bad a wound, but I think it might need to be checked just in case ( Read more... )

Mmmm ( Read more... )

[Private To Waverly; Hackable]
Miss Waverly, what happened last night? My counterpart's soul felt very unstable... and it has me worried.

[/Private]People are talking about the New Year... but that's not for a while yet. At least, not in my homeland. Perhaps the traditions are different for most? Nevertheless, I am sure it will be fun for all and ( Read more... )

[He sounds very irritated.]

...just because I have hair that reaches to my hips, it doesn't mean I look feminine. Why does everybody say so? I don't get it. I don't understand it. I'm not pretty, or beautiful, or anything like that. Ah, heavens, poor Ranmaru had it even worse that I... at least people know I'm a man... even if they do say I'm a ( Read more... )

Thanks to everyone who helped me out yesterday. I am truly sorry for being an inconvenience to you all. The hospital says I should be fine by the end of the day, so I can then resume my duties and ensure I am able to be in the ballet; I really do not want to see if Professor Cat would make good on his threat.. It looks like the weather has been ( Read more... )

He disappeared from my senses yesterday, and I was hopeful he had gone back to wherever he came from. It seems that was not to be. He is back... does this mean he is city dead now? Ugh... why does he have to exist? WHY? Such an insane, evil man....

I shall go walk in Xanadu. I need time to think.

Because it is the right thing. Because protecting the innocent, those affected by the ravages of war, is what one gifted like myself in the sword arts must do. I must work to bring peace and give them a land in which they may only know happiness, where they do not fear bloodshed and death ( Read more... )

Of all thing you could do to me, City. Of all thing you have done to Akechi Mitsuhide... you do this?

You bring this here? This... insane psychopath who claims he's me? Another me?

This is the worst of all things you could do.

And the worst part is... I KNOW he's another me. I can feel his heart... his soul...

Ugh. I need a long, long rest.