crowsong: Gin with an eerie smile. The picture cuts off before his eyes can be seen. (I'll drink your blood like wine;)
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Doth the smutty raven mate with the snow-white heron?


Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:08 pm
gochuugoku: (I have proof you owe me money America)
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[Today, everyone will find an invitation in the form of text on their comms.]


Wang Yao


Anarchy Stocking

Request the honor of your presence at their marriage.

The ceremony will be held at the Mariner High School's gym, which can be found in Discedo between Marshall Street and Ingles Trail, on the 8th of August. All are welcome to join the couple's procession from their apartment to the gym in the morning, but the actual ceremony will begin at ten o'clock in the morning and the wedding feast will follow afterwards. All food and beverages will be free.
crowsong: Gin smirking and looking shiftily to a side. (and when you're done;)
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[The video shows moth-ridden sheets with a variety of stains in the background, but the foreground's barely more interesting than that: all it shows is Gin's white-gloved hand carrying tray of ball-shaped doughy snacks covered in sauce.]

... is this some sort of absurdly simple experiment or did someone simply feel compelled to make me takoyaki and break into my home to give it to me?

Can't say I'm fond of your stalkerish method of delivery, but I'd like to know who made it, even if it does look appetizing.

So. Don't be shy.


((Because if Gin received something like cartridges or something else useful, that'd just make things too easy for him. Instead, he receives a snack. :3))


Jun. 11th, 2012 09:25 pm
gochuugoku: (And carve a moment's memory)
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[China's all smiles as he gives a wave.]

Nihao! It has come to my attention that this year, or rather, in the year of 2012, the date for the Dragon Boat Festival is June twenty-third.

Activities for the Dragon Boat Festival include eating zongzi, drinking realgar wine, and racing dragon boats. There is also a game where one tries to make an egg stand at exactly noon, and if you succeed you will have luck for the next year.

I would like to bring this traditional Chinese holiday to Fortuna, especially the boat races if it is safe to go rowing on the lake, aru. Then of course I will prepare plenty of zongzi for others to eat.
crowsong: Gin viewed from the side. The city at night is in the background. His expression is neutral. (so come on in; it ain't no sin;)
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[If anyone's out and about in Discedo, they might be treated to the somewhat eerie sight of Gin skulking about in his ever-present long black, crow-like trench coat and matching fedora. His hair isn't let loose today, gathered and hidden underneath his coat. He looks mildly less threatening today, in as much as a shady man constantly followed by ominously cawing birds can look nonthreatening, as he carried a lumpy bundle of cloth (on closer inspection, it might be made up of a pair of shirts) that clattered and tinkled with a metallic sound as he walked. Judging by the place he emerged from, it can be assumed that the sound was caused by him lumping together so many tins of canned food into his makeshift bag.

He looks almost as unfriendly as ever, unsmiling and perpetually glaring, only every now and then, his glare falters and he reaches up to angrily knuckle his eyes.

Instead of heading back to Dissimulo as quickly as he normally did after acquiring what he needed, he milled about, walking aimlessly through the street.

Care to approach?]
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( The feed opens up to an empty bed room. However if whoever is watching is to stay a few more seconds, they can hear two different voices yelling at each other. )

This part isn't that important. )( Not that anyone can see but Stocking changes quickly and appears in the feed. She sits down on the bed she and China share. She is followed by China and they both stare at the screen, both grabbing each other's hands. China begins to speak with a big blush on his face. )

Nihao...We both have a very important announcement that we would like everyone to hear, aru.

( Stocking faces China softly and stares at him lovingly. )

Well you see the thing is I really love Yao...a lot, and he loves me.

Y-Yes that is right. Also whether or not you noticed, Stocking has a ring on her finger. A wedding ring...I gave her that ring.

And I'm going to marry Yao, the one who gave me the ring.

( China's expression suddenly becomes confident. )


So I, Wang Yao, and my fiancee, Anarchy Stocking, would like to invite family, friends, everyone to our engagement party and wedding.

So that's it. If anyone decides to fuck this up, I will murder you.

[OOC: That's right, they are getting married for those of you who didn't know. Also red is China and blue is Stocking. Feel free to have your character freak out or scream in joy. ]
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They say that fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Seems like Fortuna's getting pretty crowded...

[As cold as his voice usually tends to be, he does sound mildly amused this time around.

He's never been fond of people and he always tries to keep to himself, but, he almost misses seeing so many people crowding the streets. Call it a nonsensical nostalgia and foolish sentimentality, but he likes seeing people out and about, even if he wants nothing to do with them personally. He misses the congested streets of Tokyo.

With the sudden influx of people arriving to Discedo, they just might serve him in the future as suitable prey.]

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Apr. 20th, 2012 10:09 pm
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[Suddenly, Discedo, you get this skinny teenager covered in snowdrifts. He's not sure what this communicator is, but it's probably some weird magical demon-lord kidnapper device!

So he tries to glare at it. It's a pathetic glare though, 'cause he's really just curious. And cold.]

Uhm, h-how dare you kidnap a demon lord?

[Teeth chattering.]

If you don't send me back, I'm gonna terminate terribly! And, and...and other evil stuff! Buuut if anyone can help me, I promise to spear my wrath! [He means spare]

Oh, I am also the Demon Lord Raenef V! I'm pretty dastardly and dangerous too.
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[Well, this is an interesting sight. China's smoking opium from his pipe, but at the same time there's smoke coming out his nostrils every now and then. Why? Because... Well, he's got golden scales instead of skin, his pupils have become slits like those of a reptile, his fingernails have turned into claws, and... Is that a scaly tail behind him? He rubs at his temples.]

Aiyaa... What on earth happened this past week? I can't remember.

[His pipe falls from his mouth as he prepares for a sneeze and when he does sneeze a fireball shoots from his mouth, going out the open window and hitting a random Prinny, causing a huge explosion outside. China seems unfazed, though, as he puts his pipe back into his mouth.]

I wonder how my dragon horse is doing. I have not been able to visit her this past week, aru.
crowsong: Gin glaring over his shoulder, his face half-hidden by his raised collar. (lay down in the web of the black spider;)
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[Initially, there's nothing shown but darkness. It's essentially an over-glorified voice post.] It's a good thing you have a sense of humour.

Because I don't.

[The cloth slips away from the camera of the communicator, turning red once it's far away enough for the camera to catch the light reflecting off of it.

When the image comes into focus, it displays a long, bright red trench coat hanging on the wall, a good distance away from the floor (so it can be assumed that whoever's holding the communicator is either very tall or standing on a chair or some other elevated surface), with a lovely fedora of a matching colour hanging off of it. The belt is pink, as is the hat's rim.]

I haven't had a smoke in days. The weapons shop is worthless. I've had a building collapse on me and a snivelling little brat. And now, you think it's funny to screw up my perception of colours?

[The camera shifts to a view of the window. A brilliantly bright red raven perches in the window, squawking loudly, looking like it robbed quite a few cardinals of their feathers.]

... I need a drink.

((Backdated to April first. ^o^;))
crowsong: Gin glaring over his shoulder, his face half-hidden by his raised collar. (lay down in the web of the black spider;)
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[The feed begins with the sound of rain hammering down on some surface. The sound is faint from distance, but there's also a louder, clearer sound of heavy rain crashing down and splashing around as it joins more water below. Wherever this message is being recorded, it's barely providing decent shelter, letting in and trapping just as much rain— or more— than it deflects.]

Is there a map for this wretched place? [Gin's voice is quiet, but there's more than a bit of anger breaking through the usual icy stoicism.]

I need a place to stay. Just until the weather calms.

[Thunder booms, then the feed ends.]
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[The message starts with a man's voice, calm and deep, making a small non-verbal sound in light amusement.]
I've got to hand it to you... there aren't many people who can get away with what you did. [He doesn't sound at all frightened about his current situation, although it might not really be the case. Regardless of whether he felt any fear or not, his voice betrayed no fear, conveying only confidence.] I congratulate you.


I hope you've had fun, because your little game ends here. [The voice suddenly turns very cold and harsh, still quiet, but gaining a dangerous edge.]

Where am I and what do you hope to accomplish by bringing me here. [It's phrased like a question, but sounds nothing like one. The answer is demanded, not asked for, and the words are delivered like an order.]

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