| In which a wizard does no so much regret a curse... |
[Saturday . November 3rd, 2007 at 1:10am] |
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While some of my actions were ....abnormal. Nill my apologies, and to your knight. Halloween was actually a rather pleasant curse.
Saya? Nothing that I said has lost any of its meaning. Other then the matter of my freedom that you fought for me. That is something I will aways be in your debt for, even if curses might tear that memory from me.
Thank you for the lovely night.
[ooc: and open to torture from the fourth wall as well <3]
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| In which a prince costume might have been a bad idea... |
[Thursday . November 1st, 2007 at 12:32am] |
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Where has my Princess gone?!
[OOC: Um so, He's cursed, and is all debonaire and smexed up in a prince costume, and searching for his 'princess'. Who she is....hell if I know. Feel free to abuse him. <3]
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| In which a wizards most prized posessions are tampered with... [voice post] |
[Thursday . October 18th, 2007 at 5:14pm] |
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IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH!!
THE LITTLE BEASTS GOT INTO MY BATHROOM!!!
OUT OUT OUT!!
[ooc: Howl would be now blowing up gremlins in utter anguish that his beauty spells have been tampered with. Gremlin problems? Who you gonna call?]
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| [07] In which a wizard makes a plea for help... |
[Monday . September 3rd, 2007 at 11:08pm] |
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You know its sad. Everything thats been going on. Girls getting killed, boys being hung from crosses like a tree ornament, people fighting, stealing, hating.
But you know, while all of this was happening, did any one of you ever stop to think about
MAYBE SAVING ME?!
COME ON!!
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| [06] In which Howl gets terribly drunk... |
[Wednesday . August 29th, 2007 at 4:52pm] |
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Sosban Fach |
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Come everybody! City! Sing with me!
[sound of singing quite loudly and off key, clinking of bottles in the background]
Mae bys Meri-Ann wedi brifo,
A Dafydd y gwas ddim yn iach.
Mae'r baban yn y crud yn crio,
A'r gath wedi scrapo Joni bach.
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân,
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr,
A'r gath wedi scrapo Joni bach.
Dai bach yn sowldiwr,
Dai bach yn sowldiwr,
Dai bach yn sowldiwr,
A gwt ei grys e mas.
Mae bys Meri-Ann wedi gwella,
A Dafydd y gwas yn ei fedd;
Mae'r baban yn y crud wedi tyfu,
A'r gath wedi huno mewn hedd.
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr
A'r gath wedi huno mewn hedd.
[Singing stops and is replaced by the sound of drinking]
Saucepans. Thats what everyone, at least Sophie things I'm saying. bloody fool has no idea what I'm talking about.
Aahh Sauce pans. Sauce pants. Saucey sassy sassy cat pants and boots. Puss in boots and the pied piper leading unsuspecting children and gruesome old men into the deep of the city eh eh?
Seemingly so, though I like teapots better. Tea pots and crackers eh? Taste good together.
Or was that tea?
[thump of someone running into a wall]
Oh bother, I don't know. Everything topsy terby, and for all bloody hell and games this damn wall won't get out of my way.
OUT DAMN WALL.
Or was it spot?
I once had a dog named Spot, but he up and ran away me mum said. I found his tail sticking out the back yard the next week after a hard rain. Don't think I ever properly recovered from that one.
[thump]
Op! there's the ceiling now in front of my face. I think I fell down. Or up. What is up and down to a wizard anyway.
Bugger.
Now now you beautiful girls of the city, you wouldn't happen to be a wolf in sheep's clothing now? All prettied up and sassy that word again? Sassy saucy teapots? when you are actually as loony as that old mad hatter? I think that is the facts.
Nothing what it seems, and here i am, an lonely young man from Wales with clubs all about me and not one of rugby.
Why is the city so cruel to me?
How about the club of Howl-gets-what-ever-he-wants? Huh? Why cant there be one of these.
I'm sure though, that there is a I'm-stupidly-drunk club.
Ho HO, the ceilings swaying now! Hello darling light, how pretty you are swaying about. Should I catch you as well? Calcifer is normally a terrible bore, if maybe I get him a girlfriend, he'll be less apt to complain.
Who am i talking to anyway. Is that you Tea pot? Sauce pan? Cat in the hat?
Pickles?
[clank of bottles and then the sound of drinking, before a crash of glass being tossed across the room]
Ah my kingdom for some good ale, something not froufrou and something deliciously free.
[long pause]
I feel like dancing!
[Thumping and scraping of someone getting up and stumbling horribly about]
Dance with me light! We'll do a daring tango oh HOHOHOH! Wont Sophie be jealous!
You too Teapot! Swing with me!
[Sounds of horrible crashing]
[song is Sousban Fach, a welsh song sung at rugby games. :3 Want the translation? go HERE!]
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| [04] In which Building 8 gets very very messy... |
[Tuesday . August 21st, 2007 at 7:15pm] |
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Its my party and I'll cry if I want too... |
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[OOC: Pardon for the overload of posts. As of now, citizens can start seeing slime coming from building ten, along with wailing and sniffling and nose blowing. Faye, I fear for your apartment. Real time posting here then :D
EDIT: GREVIOUS ERROR. LOCATION IS BUILDING EIGHT, BUILDING EIGHT, NOT 10. BECAUSE MARY IS A DYSLEXIC HOE. BLAME HER NOT ME :D ]
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| In which the city is a might too much for one wizard... |
[Tuesday . August 21st, 2007 at 5:11pm] |
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Day Seven in operation, 'Hide-From-Insane-City.'
If there is a ward, spell, or hiding trick of the trade that I have not used, Then it certainly cannot exist. My ...apartment... How I am in loathe to reduce myself in having such a place. is damn near impenetrable, despite not having Calcifer to assist me in such things.
I do not like being so far away from him, so weak without his help, not knowing what is going on at MY castle. For sure Sophie has cleaned my room by now, That wretched woman.
The spiders here, thank goodness, have been neatly undisturbed, except by the insane bombings that rocketed through this godforsaken place. Have you ever dealt with angry and frightened widows? Its not too pleasant I assure you. Certainly the person or Persons responsible would care to explain to them exactly why Dropping BOMBS was necessary.
This place is truly ridiculous.
Now, seeing as I must WORK for a living here, Despite the amount of coin I scrounged up when it was falling from the sky, My services as a Wizard are up for use. I'm sure that there is need of finding spells and defensive charms and even a divining spell or two. Pricey I might add.
Ms. Faye, I have here a damn near banquet of food, all cooked and packaged to be neatly stored in the Fridge in case you are THAT inept with the art of cooking. All you have to do it heat them up at your leisure. And of course, Breakfast is freshly made, all you have to do is come over. Kindly ignore the clutter.
And does anyone know exactly what I might use to woo a young miss? The...Date was honestly quite miserable, I was forced to carry her about to do ERRANDS all night, and not even rewarded with a kiss!! She seems particularly difficult to please.
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| [02] In which certain Arrancar bear frightening resemblances to certain Witches.... |
[Tuesday . August 14th, 2007 at 5:39pm] |
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The Witch of the Waste! She's-
She's here!
Oh the curse, how unfortunate am I to have it catch up with me so quickly.
And I have been SO dishonest! It makes no sense!
My spider friends! Where have you gone when I need you!
Where is my Castle when I need it?
Where Is a rock I can hide myself under!?
[ooc: Cirucci scares him. XD Poor guy's been running himself raw trying to figure out a spell to get himself out. And he misses the spiders. Uncursed of course. <3]
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