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ASCH ✝ THE BLOODY
24 June 2012 @ 01:12 am
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[Asch makes a rare appearance. Rather than talk about his problems like everyone wants him to do, he is the bearer of a distraction. There's something shiny in his hands. The printed side looks like this. Clearly it is witchcraft, and that's what he's chosen to investigate today.

He addresses the Plane at large in his usual forceful, mildly offensive way.]

Hey, you. Tell me. [He waves the CD.] What's this thing supposed to be? It looks like a fon disc, but nothing can analyze it.

[He's sure it's from someone else's world, and that makes him uneasy. Maybe someone here will recognize it. It's worth looking into, anyway.]
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Agent K
24 June 2012 @ 07:29 pm
 
[Kay steps onto the Plane with one of his huge guns, again looking tired. Not covered in slime this time, good for him, but looking and sounding more than a few decades... younger? Otherwise he smells, acts, and moves pretty much the same.]

If anyone can stand to have a drink with me and tell me about their day, I could use the distraction.

[Welp, he figures people will just think that it's the Plane's fault. Might be better that way. No, it would be better that way. When there's things that he doesn't want to talk about, he really doesn't want to talk about them. He'll just make everyone else talk about themselves.]
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Eithan Paine
24 June 2012 @ 08:09 pm
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[So, how long has it been since someone showed up on the Plane to bleed all over it? Well... here it goes again.

In pops Eithan. But he's not going to flop over and just bleed everywhere, oh no. He's on a mission. He's going to start walking... somewhere. Anywhere.

The first thing anyone's likely to notice is that his hair is slightly wet - sweat or water? Well, probably both. He's also shivering, so much that his teeth are chattering. And, well, this is Eithan. So of course, he's doing so loudly. His lips have a blue tint to them, as well as his fingernails if you get close enough. He's practically got a death-grip on his cloak, clutching it closer as he tries to warm himself up.

His arms are covered in little scrapes, and on his side, there's a huge spot of red where some particularly nasty wound is clearly bleeding through that cloak he's wrapped himself up in. In fact, with each step that puts any amount of weight on that side, he winces a bit. All is not well with this kid.]

I f-fuckin'... h-hate... the fuckin' c-cold.

[Still violently shivering, he's doing his damnedest to get to somewhere that might have more blankets. And a first-aid kid. Or something.]
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