[[In the course of his daily wanderings, Siegfried has accomplished many things, chief among them being the collection of all the fat blueberries in the bucket he's carrying in one hand. He swings the bucket a little as he walks, making his way home at a sort of marching pace and looking almost cloyingly happy as per usual.

Then something catches ( Read more... )

[Rue is, for once, not dancing, and is in fact sitting in a secluded corner of the library, her nose shoved into what appears to be an ancient copy of The Prince and The Raven. Come, disrupt her concentration!]

[[About a week after finally releasing Bitch from her bedroom prison (she'd finally agreed not to kill herself, and Autor was getting worried about bedsores), Autor is out at midnight again, wandering the town. The moon is just barely waxing tonight, a tiny concave sliver, occasionally hiding among the dark clouds that have drifted into the sky ( Read more... )

[[Vampire Prince Siegfried is walking towards a specific house with a specific goal in mind. It's been some time since he had bothered visited his dear reluctant minion, and coincidentally, a similar amount of time since he had had a good meal.

Meaning it was now time for both.]]

[[OoC: Feel free to spot him on the way to bother Jeepers anyone.

[Rue is standing at the home of Team Failknight and the Poof Brigade, staring hesitantly at the door. Finally, giving a small sigh, she reaches up and knocks on it, with perhaps a tiny bit more force than necessary.]

[[A Fakir with a simple dark blue shirt with ripped sleaves and a small stitch on the neckline appears beside the fountain near the center of Ginkan Town. He blinks in surprise, dropping his book.]]

...What the hell?

[[OOC: This is a canon!Fakir. He's taken around the time after Uzura is "born", and he finds out Mytho's shard is tainted by ( Read more... )

[[Wandering the streets on a fog-choked summer night is what at first appears to be a cloaked, hooded version of Fakir. Not quite as tall as Lohengrin but still taller than most of his doubles, he makes no sound as he walks through Ginkan, not even that of footfalls upon the cobblestone street. His eyes are hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, ( Read more... )

[[Guess where Ross has been.  No really.  Guess.

Answer time: he's curled up in the House of Mirrors, rocking back and forth and trying to keep from touching his nettle-encircled hands.]]

It is a haven, Ross.  You are safe, sound in this place.  Ignore the pictures.  They're lying.  They're lying because...because...

[[In every reflection, a tall boy ( Read more... )

MROWR~~!

[[And a frantic Neko-sensei dashes through the streets of Ginkan on all fours.]]

My academy...! My students...!

THEY HAVE ALL VANISHED!

All alone, and still such a young feline bachelor!

NYA~!

[[OOC: ...Admit it. We needed one. =)]]

He doesn't intend to come, but does anyone? He's grown - less a boy, more a young man. He's filled out and become quite handsome, lacking any residual awkwardness of youth. Still more of a dancer's build than a fighter, thin and lithely muscled, but he moves with grace and assurance, and his smiles come a bit easier now ( Read more... )