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December 20, 1944 - Voice
[muttered]
This doesn't look like Poland. Bloody yanks got it all wrong.
...
[sounds of fumbling and his voice gets louder]
Sprechen Sie Deutsch?
Parlez-vous anglais?
...
Oi! Donde estamos?
Does anyone have a fag?
[muttered again]
And where did that coffin go? Arthur's going to throw a wobbly if I've lost Alucard.
[ooc: Hello restart. ( Read more... ) -
CCCXLV.
Again?
What mirrored face will I see today? What ghosts of the past? Is it too much to hope to see Rayne?
[ooc: As usual, anything goes. This will likely be Walter's last post before his restart. And I haven't received a single email alert all day today, so I'll refresh as often as I can, but LJ can bite me.] -
CCCXLIV.
When I was a child, death fell from the skies on the city that was my home. Everyone lost friends and family. Many of us lost our homes. That was life during war ( Read more... ) -
CCCXLIII. Voice
[My, but Walter is sounding rather high-pitched today...]
Oh very original, City. As though I haven't been a squirrel before. There's a reason there's a bag of nuts in one of the bottom cabinets in my kitchen. This is growing outright predictable.
Once again, to the police force, I clearly did not try to remove my monitoring bracelet. I think ( Read more... ) -
CCCXLII.
Police members, if you are not properly tracking my location, I am in the new coliseum. I will frown on being penalized for this absurdity.
I thought it would end at midnight, but it has not. How many days will this farce go on?
What next, deities? Lions? Was the creature I fought today not enough?
[ooc: Walter and Envy fought, ending in a " ( Read more... ) -
CCCXLII.
I remember last October and do not find the month starting auspiciously. My advice to the citizens is to bear in mind that nothing endures here but the City itself. Not even the curses.
Filtered away from Millennium and known enemies
Arthur has gone. I have confirmed his departure at the Hall of the Missing. -
CCCXLI. Voice
[A quiet, almost distracted murmur of someone who doesn't realize he's speaking aloud, accompanied by quiet clinks, the sounds of drawers opening and closing, and something that might be a file rasping on metal.]One, two, three... I need more gunpowder. New shells. Should investigate gloves that make handling silver less problematic. Ironic to make ( Read more... ) -
CCCXL.
Never underestimate the power of a familiar place to lay one's head. It is good to be home.
Although, Alucard, we must discuss your ideas of redecorating.
Messrs. Justice and Gavin, at your convenience...
Mr. Kincaid, I believe I have time in my schedule if you wish an appointment to discuss your requirements.
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CCCXXXIX.
Asuka, at your convenience, may I have a word with you?
Alucard, I will tell you firmly, no to the toothpaste, and I note that mine has disappeared. Do not think you have had the last word.
Messrs. Gavin and Justice, a word, please?