[[Squeals of absolute glee come from the vampire Ahiru's chamber in the catacombs. Inside the room, she is leaping excitedly on the bed, giggling giddily.]]

[[OOC: She had a VERY good day yesterday! And I thought the catacombs could use some teenage squealing. Enjoy, folks~!]]

[[Fakir is kneeling on a bare patch of ground, scribbling frantically in the dirt with a stick. (Didn't think of that, did you, Drosselmeyer?) :-P When it snaps under the force he is applying, he tosses it away, grabs another stick, and keeps writing without losing his near-obsessive concentration. If anyone gets close enough, they'll see that he ( Read more... )

[[One of the many, many poofs inhabiting Ginkan is huddled in the shade of a tree to escape the midday sun. His knees are pulled up to his chest, and is resting his poofy head on them wearily. Every so often, he'll sigh and lazily blink his hazy golden eyes while staring out into space ( Read more... )

[ Assuring himself that he only wanted a little more light for reading, Fakir had situated himself nearer to the edge of the forest than usual, and currently had one leg pulled up with his back pressed against a large tree behind him. Laying on one side of him is the large deerskin bag he always carried about, and on the other was a very tall stack ( Read more... )

[[A day since he arrived.  Ross spent the night at Caras's, pumping the Raven for information, although he'd never admit it to anyone else.  He's rested, fed, and a little bit more sane.  Still not enough to be normal, but that's never going to happen.  And he already has a couple missions.  People to meet.  Things to take care of.]]

Hallo!  ( Read more... )

[[Autor, for once, is actually outdoors during the day, sitting on the edge of the swan fountain in the center of town, gazing off into the distance. He looks fairly pensive, but it's difficult to tell what he's thinking about. Inside his head, though, it's just a mess of thoughts.]]

What am I going to do? I've had her in my house for three days ( Read more... )

[[A flash of light and an 18-year-old boy collapses on the street, colorful cloak wrapped around him like a blanket.  He immediately leaps up, dusting himself off and humming serenely.]]

Well, that was lucky.  Fortune's a wonderful gambling partner.  Aha!

[[He pauses and looks around, drinking in the buildings and people.]]

Heaven?  I don't think they ( Read more... )