...wandering the path...

05 May 2008 @ 10:45 am

A second proper introduction is in order, I suppose. This seems far more troublesome than I originally thought.

For those uneducated as far as formalities are concerned, I'm Felix Harrowgate, recent of the Mirador in Mélusine. Surely it's not so uncommon here, as was otherwise believed. My brother has also--

I would rather avoid a repeat of the previous stay here. Truly, there is nothing remarkable about this place. I have yet to see it, if it exists.

...Oh.

Just how many dead walk this city?

[ooc: Short post is short. Kind of. For him, at least. JOB DO NOT WANT. Aha. Right, so. Really. He's asking an important question? Send love, please. ♥]

Current Mood:

contemplative

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26 March 2008 @ 11:25 pm

→ Quatre. [Voice Post.]

[Tapping. Followed by an aggravated sigh.]

...hardly find that excuseable. If it was, in fact, what you claim it to be, there wouldn't be a

need for this conversation. Oh, I wager the thought amusing.

As it is, darling--

[Breaking glass.]

Damn.

That...

[A soft noise. Footsteps. Then, crunching as the walking becomes heavier.]

If ever there was a need for--

[Mumbling. Tone low.]

...I'd rather not.

[ooc: lulz, fail. Felix is just a little perplexed on the nature of...the recent curses. If he doesn't understand it, he wants to figure it out. Experiment, etc. Uh. Never mind he has yet to experience one for himself. He likes to break things? ~~And has little time to mention the newly arrived Mehitabel.~~ Aha. Approach at own risk? ♥ Responses voiced, atm.]

Current Mood:

annoyed

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15 March 2008 @ 10:45 pm

→ Trois. [Written Post.]

More than one occasion has derived the word from some unknown origin -- a computer. Mess—Lord Harry informed me of this last we spoke, and it's fascinating. However foreign it is to Mélusine's city-structure, the principle is simple. Accessing this...peculiar system is not difficult, though I have yet to examine it thoroughly.

Easy enough.

Mildmay, I think, is prone to—

[Entry interrupted. Mostly read as random phrases and words.]

Damn.

...I have not witnessed the full extent of the horrors previously described to me. Curses? The prior days, specifically Mardy and Jeudy, the noise was reminiscent of the disagreements held at court. Loud, but necessary. I wonder if Gideon—

Curses are more than not, associated with a higher crime. Something even as obtuse as murder. The worst, a compulsion. Thoughts, Lord Harry? Or any other wizard for that matter? That it is heresy is another concern altogether.

Oh.

Anita. Lady Selene. You're well?

And Messire Goodfellow, I'm afraid we did not have a chance to properly converse. If you're not busy...

Mildmay—

[The remaining script is illegiable.]

[ooc: No, Felix hasn't been hiding. He's been using the last few days to try and understand the usage of computers. Not that he has it all figured out yet. The beginning part is roughly jumbled, so make of it what you'd like. Also, I did not spell the days of the week in French wrong. That's the Mélusine wizard calendar for you. Let's just not make it complicated, okay? ♥ ~

And forgive the Lord, Lady thing. Manners and the fact you know magic sort of earn you that title in his mental regard.]

Current Mood:

enthralled

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09 March 2008 @ 10:30 pm

→ Deux. [Voice Post.]

[Immediate tapping, incessant. Occasionally broken by static.]

It's not so difficult to understand. Press this button--

[Muffled arguing.]

...And what do you mean by that? It's inanimate. It will not bite.

[Sharp laughter, easily distinguished as false amusement. More static. Then-]

Don't you dare. How am I to--

Never mind. Clearly this place has done wonders already.

The Mirador? Oh, I hardly wager that's the answer.

...Damn you.

STOP!

[Mumbled conversation. More tapping. Minutes, a few seconds. A somewhat airy voice tightly composed.]

Perhaps there's a better guide to this damnably backwards city. Those I met--

[The remainder is broken by static.]

[ooc: All in the life of a wizard. Ha. Ha. He's still confused, but his arrogance won't let him admit to it. Approach how you see fit? ♥ ~]

Current Mood:

apathetic

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07 March 2008 @ 09:43 pm

→ Un. [Voice Post.]

[Subdued footsteps. Static. The words are muffled, but clear.]

--peculiar. It's always tomorrow, and this is how things are.

How misinformed you were, darling.

[Louder now: voice airy, but thick. A sort of laugh.]

Lost.

[Quieter. If at all possible, both a glare and distress lingering in the tone.]

...Lost.

I find it rather hard to--

[More static. The sound of knocking. Then, banging. Both. A jumbled mix of noises. Also, some other voice too vague to be heard. Straining in alacrity.]

It certainly wouldn't be the first time.

...The door was open.

I'm--

[Even more static, worse than before. And some breathless murmur.]

Mildmay?

[And nothing.]

[ooc: Felix just crashed the local Church. Uh. And ~~assaulted the clergy~~ was his normal self. LULZ. Someone explain this system to the know-it-all? ♥]

Current Mood:

huh?

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