Peony, where are you? Is the Crimson Dragon safe?

Find a safe spot away from everything and don't move. I'm coming for you right now.

[ooc: the note is scribbled hastily, and the handwriting is messy.]

For Lorelai's sake, people, this is getting ridiculous.

Just close the diary already. It's not that hard ( Read more... )

One God-general named Dist, in passable condition, housebroken (mostly) for free to a good home.
Or any home that isn't mine, really.
Comes with a brand new brain. Never used. And a flair for the dramatic.

I think I am allergic to cats...

The Emperor was sitting by my side when that travesty of an entry was written, and I can personally vouch for the fact that he did not write it ( Read more... )

The little... diplomatic incident... between the Head of State of the Malkuth Empire and his interim Army Commander has been resolved. We are once again looking to create alliances with like-minded individuals in this world, in hopes of understanding a) where we are, exactly, b) how we got here, c) how to lift the restriction on our powers and d) ( Read more... )

Hmmm... a diary. I wonder why I was given a diary and not, say, something useful, like a toothbrush. I'm not a replica, I'd even say I have a perfect memory. Such a useless thing. And homely, too. Maybe if I shake it, I will find something practical in there, like a map. A map would be good. Alas, nothing ( Read more... )