01 September 2008 @ 05:25 am
 
[Kate stumbles onto the Plane, battered and bleeding and covered in blood of various colours; she holds a gun in one hand and an ancient axe in the other, and manages to keep hold of both when she drops to her knees]

Really. Hate. Surprise. Demons.

[she lets go, breathing heavily as her hands slam against the Plane; the idea, of course, is to take a breather before heading back into battle

perhaps a rather long one]


Dammit.
 
 
01 September 2008 @ 12:59 pm
 
(OOC: This is Silver's backtagged to the plot post thingie, relates to this)

[Silver is fairly calm, maybe a little annoyed yes but still rather alarmingly calm given the situation... And he's holding a glowing lightbulb too and looking very contemplative] How... Curios, very curious indeed.

[Frowns slightly and glances around him] Hm...
 
 
Current Mood: contemplative
 
 
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01 September 2008 @ 06:17 pm
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[Hei appears on the Plane in his black coat, slightly out of breath. He stands there for awhile, before going to the nearest building--the Astral Bar--and sitting down with his back to the wall. He stares up at the Astral sky for awhile in silence. His expression is an odd mix--sadness, resignation, determination, understanding, and maybe some fear.]

I guess this is it.

[ooc: Hei's final in-canon post.]
 
 
01 September 2008 @ 07:13 pm
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{Dietrich is, as always, because he never does anything interesting (directly) at home, at his desk. He leans back in his chair with a sigh, peeling off the pair of very long and very blood stained surgical gloves and tossing them to the side. He was working quite diligently on making his Autojagers today! Which, really, is a sick thing to work on, but.}

If only it were easier to do. Humans don't stand up to the stress, so I have to use Methuselah, but even then it's so messy. Brainwashing and drugs don't affect them at all, so the only option left is to remove the front of the brain. At least that way there's no pain or exhaustion in them, but the lack of any semblance of intelligence is a disadvantage in the long run. I really don't understand why I'm always the one that has to prepare the corpses, since it's something even an idiot could do if you just told them what to do.

{Le sigh~} It's really tiring.
 
 
01 September 2008 @ 10:54 pm
 
[oh, look, Martha's back on the Plane - she's brought her favourite armchair and is currently in the middle of reading some medical journals, a glass of wine at her side. And she's got an assortment of neatly cut fruit in a tupperware bowl for a certain friend of hers.

She turns the pages, occasionally making notes on a legal pad, and looks around from time to time to see if anybody else is also on the Plane.

And she looks a little tired...so she may be nodding off from time to time, not that she'd ever admit to it]


((ooc: OH HAI GUYZ. I am on a new time zone now! Which means that my tagging will be all wonky and slow. Especially because my new ISP hates gmail!))