militia: (Default)
2011-12-19 11:02 pm

thirtieth • written

Teito Klein and Bishop Labrador have been sent home.

[ Nearly two years of living in a house full of people. Now? Empty. Everything seems way too big, he's drowning in the space. ] I don't want to stay here anymore.
militia: (get out of my room!)
2011-05-14 11:16 pm

- twenty • voice

Ehh, it was here the whole time... I should have remembered that. [ at first, the voice sounds a bit distant! shuri has just flipped his journal open to catch the latest news and hasn't had a chance to settle in yet.

he doesn't expect to see a post with his name and (what he deems as) a poor imitation speaking about- about-! and then suddenly he's flailing! ]
T-that's not me! That's-!!

I didn't say those things!! I'm not-! That's not real!

MIKAGE!!
militia: (panicking)
2010-01-09 06:30 pm

one • voice

H-hey... Hey!

What is this...? S-someone tell me what this is! What's going on here - where's the army?! Konatsu? Konatsu!? W-where... [A shuddering breath, quickly turning into a horrified gasp.]

What are these-

W-wings...? No, wings are... this isn't right! It can't be true, I can't be a-a... I can't be de-de!

This... this is a joke, right? A joke? O-or a bad dream... P-papa's going to wake me up any minute now... and then I'll laugh! Ahaha- ahahaha!

[The hysterical New Feather doesn't even seem to notice the journal.] It's cold... Papa... He's going to come here and make it okay again. Whoever did this will pay,