[He sounds completely calm and composed, as though nothing at all is wrong, even though the sound of the attack can be heard in the background.]

No one has taken a Hades alive in generations.

They're not going to start now.

[There's a pause, and then the sound of something squishing gently, followed by a faint gag and a cough, then an almost silent ( Read more... )

[He starts off humming quietly.]

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Mm, finally over. While I do love my dear sister, looking like her is not my idea of fun. She's far too short for my tastes as well.

In any case, staying cooped up in this apartment is getting painfully boring, and I think I've finally got the Prose Portal working again. Perhaps it's time to give it a try...

... Joy of joys. I've turned into my sister. Well, that settles it. I'm staying indoors until this is all over.

Again.

[[ooc: Acheron is not a happy panda at all. Any teasing and he's likely to come after you when he's back to normal. Until he stops looking like Aornis, he'll be hiding in his apartment and trying not to kill things.]]

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[The sound of something squishing repeatedly can be heard as he talks.]

Animated tomatoes. Absurd. Improbable. ... I'm turning them into sauce. Anyone interested? Oh, and to the lunatic who thought this was a good idea? Don't be surprised if you wake up with one- or twelve- of these in your bed.

Just a friendly warning.

I'll never get that damnable ( Read more... )

I'm not expecting anything by writing this. In fact, I hardly expect you to even read this, but I'd like to at least make an attempt at making amends if I can.

I want to apologize for what I said to you the other day. Frankly, it was quite uncalled for on my part and I had no reason to behave so cruelly. While it's fair to say I'm not a nice person ( Read more... )

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Note to self: send the goddess a nice fruit basket.

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[Screened from Persephone]

You know, today was a good day. I even found my room. This might not be such a bad place after all. Now if only I can get this blasted machine working again, things would be perfect.

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[Screened to Persephone]

It would be unwise to ( Read more... )

[His voice is quiet, cold and musing.]

Hm... I can already tell this is not I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. Or a piece of literature at all, for that matter.

As such, exactly where am I? As bumbling as that fool Mycroft is, I doubt this is the work of the Prose Portal as, again, this cannot be a book of any kind. The characters are far too dumbfounded ( Read more... )