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Aug. 29th, 2007

dark!Backlit, z-classic!Backlit

XCVII.

I object!

How dare the Sinister Glasses Alliance spurn me on the basis of my wearing a monocle!

I also object to exclusion from the When I was Your Age club. Since when is 70 years old merely middle aged?

Feb. 19th, 2007

dark!WTF?

LI.

Rosiel, what is the meaning of this?

I don't have time for these games today when Arthur is seeking to enslave me.

[ooc: Rosiel had Kirie deliver his severed wing to Walter. Major WTFness from Walter.]

Jan. 11th, 2007

young!Aside

XXI.

I am getting very tired of this boy's face looking back at me from the mirror.

Private, hackable with effort )

Jan. 10th, 2007

z-classic!Window silhouette

XX.

Kirie, you may pick up Rosiel's item now.

Such fuss and fury. So many people who want to act but want to dither when others do. Did you all think that I was just going to accept things as they were? That is not my nature.

[ooc: I've put a note in Walter's profile page about OOC vs. IC things. Since he's really not been a nice guy, I thought it useful to have a lasting disclaimer that while he may not like you, I've had nothing but fun and have no ill will against anyone here.]

Jan. 2nd, 2007

young!sigh

XIII. Still not alive

But you'd never guess to look at me how I rang out the old year.

Thank you, Greed. I would never have guessed that one individual could hold so much blood, and I certainly needed it.

Alucard... you shouldn't have. I'd thank you, but the "gift" negates that.

Shizune, thank you very much. What you provided will not go to waste, I assure you.

Rayne, I've already said it, so I shan't again.

Private, Personal, Probably Hackable )

Dec. 24th, 2006

use your imagination

IX. [9, 9, 9 for a lost god]

I am locking my door and I am not leaving my flat.

How long was I dead that it is Christmas now, when last I was in my world it was Walpurgis Night?

Does that explain why it feels as though years of celibacy are knocking at my door demanding recompense?

[ooc: Guess which curse the man is subject to today? If he despises you and you show up at his flat, expect him to sublimate one lust with a lust for violent killing.]