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Eckstein, eckstein -- alles muss versteckt sein
Who: Youma!Flandre (
u_n_asplode/ Patchouli Knowledge (
witchoftheweek)/Reisen (
moonstruck_eyes)/ OPEN TO ANYONE WHO'S INTO SOME MONSTER SLAYING though Patchy has dibs /o/
Where: In the sky, potentially ANYWHERE in the general western side of the city.
When: Nighttime, January 29th
Rating: EXTRA (Potentially edging into R territory depending on how bad it gets. PLAYING IT SAFE)
Summary: Flandre’s youma has been outed by Xellos. Begin Patchy’s roaring rampage of revenge! Oh and anyone else who wants to tag along for youma slaying. And for Reisen to snipe.
the log: It was dark here. The host liked the dark; either out of instinct, or habit. Inherent photosensitivity, or long years where the shadows were both a comfort and a prison? Sitting on a chair in the dark room, Flandre's eyes had completely grown back--illuminated with an idle red glow.
Her expression was thoughtful.
The youma had never possessed someone with a mind this old—or so cluttered. Busy, and yet more from chaotic disorganization. Mostly useless trivia—the differences between editions of old texts, the drift of Latin from its common scholastic use to a discarded language.
However useless, it was…interesting. For lack of anything more fascinating to do, rifling through what were essentially stolen memories was a half-decent exercise, when there was little else to do. Seeing how these ones matched up with its previous experiences...
It had no inkling of the treachery outside, of course.
Turnabout was fair play.
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Where: In the sky, potentially ANYWHERE in the general western side of the city.
When: Nighttime, January 29th
Rating: EXTRA (Potentially edging into R territory depending on how bad it gets. PLAYING IT SAFE)
Summary: Flandre’s youma has been outed by Xellos. Begin Patchy’s roaring rampage of revenge! Oh and anyone else who wants to tag along for youma slaying. And for Reisen to snipe.
the log: It was dark here. The host liked the dark; either out of instinct, or habit. Inherent photosensitivity, or long years where the shadows were both a comfort and a prison? Sitting on a chair in the dark room, Flandre's eyes had completely grown back--illuminated with an idle red glow.
Her expression was thoughtful.
The youma had never possessed someone with a mind this old—or so cluttered. Busy, and yet more from chaotic disorganization. Mostly useless trivia—the differences between editions of old texts, the drift of Latin from its common scholastic use to a discarded language.
However useless, it was…interesting. For lack of anything more fascinating to do, rifling through what were essentially stolen memories was a half-decent exercise, when there was little else to do. Seeing how these ones matched up with its previous experiences...
It had no inkling of the treachery outside, of course.
Turnabout was fair play.