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30 September 2008 @ 02:13 am
~002~ Stupid Vassals  
[So, uh, it's just Laharl. Looking crabby. As usual Yeah. Can you tell I'm used to doing Island style posts?]

Oi. Does anyone have an explanation to why all my vassals have ALL become blind idiots? Most think Flonne's gone missing and don't have a clue where Etna is, but I can see them fine. I don't get it.
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30 September 2008 @ 05:37 pm
? 003 ? / Dossier Ten  
[Crowley and Henrietta are seated across from each other at a table in the bar, with a Bloody Mary in front of the demon and a glass full of amber-colored liquid in front of Henrietta. The girl is holding a brand-spanking new black Touch iPod, and Crowley is leaning over the table pointing at something on the screen]

All right, look here. Touch this part, right? Twenty hours of cartoons. Just scroll through here and touch whichever you want to watch.

Like this? [She taps lightly and then stares at the screen as an old episode of Family Guy starts miming at her from the iPod.] How does it do that?

That's technology for you. Amazing things they're doing nowadays. Now you go back to the menu, and this one [he points out another option] is where you find music. I've got some classical on there for you, and some contemporary stuff. I'm not really sure what all of it is...

[Tapping and scrolling, because this is really neat >>] Can I put things on here? How do you do that?

You'll need a computer with the iTunes program on it. Have you got access to one?

No. [Shocking, really. You'd think they would have provided such things.] What's iTunes?

Hm...tell you what. Spin through here and see what you like, and I'll bring a laptop next time. [he drains the last of his Bloody Mary]

((ooc: Blue is Crowley, red is Henrietta))
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30 September 2008 @ 10:57 pm
Hangover the Rainbow  
[She seems to be staring rather intently at nothing. Sheets of color shiver up around her like heat waves, shifting in tone and hue as they twist away into the dark. She's sitting in the middle of her collection o' crap, which is far more noticeable than usual, considering it is all glowing various shades of blue. Little painless sparks of color leap between piles of bottle caps and bicycle spokes.

What is Cy doing? She has no idea. Mostly she is trying not to fall over. Why is she doing this? Because Crowley apparently enjoys drugging my characters.

She wobbles, mutters something, and sneezes; one of the junk piles flares multiple colors and blasts apart in an avalanche of refuse, tiny birds, and glowing white moths.]
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30 September 2008 @ 11:44 pm
 
[appears on the Plane with about half her shuttle, lounging on her bed covered in red pillows and blankets with soft chiffon curtains falling around its exterior. she has a brush in hand, which she sets down calmly, surveying her surroundings]

Well, I suppose this might prove rather convenient when I'm running late thanks to another of Mal's ridiculous schemes.
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