09 May 2013 @ 01:24 pm
[text]  
How many people here are actual professionals?

People with real jobs, not demon hunters or whatever.
 
 
16 April 2013 @ 11:03 pm
( backdated to the 15th | full regression. )  
please help me i'm lost i can't find my mom or my dad or my big brother

i don't know where i am it's scary and it looks like a jail I THINK I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED

please help!!!!!! my name is minatsuki takami and i'm seven years old thank you very much please hurry
 
 
17 March 2013 @ 10:31 pm
[ text | locked from kotomine and archer | dated before gil's post ]  
I do not wish to be the bearer of ill news, but I fear that I will not have much time left to speak with you, community. My time tonight has been spent pursuing Rider and his Master, as I believed them to have kidnapped Irisviel. But I was mistaken. The true culprit had disguised themselves with some form of illusion, and escaped my sight. Whether it was Berserker, or perhaps even Archer...

... in any case, that detail is irrelevant to this post. I merely wished to say that since the war is fast drawing to its close, I think this may be the last time I speak with you all. I do not know what will transpire in the coming days, or how it will ultimately end. There has been much that has thrown my heart into doubt recently. But it has been a true honour knowing those I have spoken to here, and for your company I thank you.

If I may leave you all with some parting advice... please exercise great caution when having any dealings with either Archer or Father Kirei Kotomine. They are both highly dangerous men, and not simply because of their prowess in their respective martial disciplines. It would greatly vex me if any of you were to fall foul of either of them.

That is all, I believe. Thank you for your attention.
 
 
21 February 2013 @ 07:54 pm
[text]  
To clear up any possible confusion that may have resulted from recent events: I am not in fact dead.

Or at least no more than I am on any other day.

-Diarmuid
 
 
 
16 February 2013 @ 01:04 pm
( text. )  
[ to: dramadramaduck@dreamwidth.org
from: ( +UNKNOWN NUMBER; "lucific" ) ]

I am home.


( ooc: all information on this main post is visible. feel free to do as you will with it. uwu* )
 
 
04 February 2013 @ 12:35 am
[voice]  
[shinji breathes into the microphone, static erupting through the speakers in short bursts.  he sounds as if he's been pushed past the verge of tears and onto the brink of absolute panic, but he has to do this.  he has to.]

Kaworu-kun...he's gone.  It was strange that he was gone so early this morning, but I didn't think about it.  Now it's been hours and he's not back.  I called his job and his phone.  They haven't seen him and he won't answer.  All his things are here.  Even his violin is here.  He'd never leave without it.  I can't find him.  He disappeared.  Kaworu left.

[an audible gulp, a shaky sigh.] And I can't find him at all.  Tell me you've heard from him.

Please.

 
 
10 June 2012 @ 07:36 am
Video | Here all your walls surround me  
[He's sitting propped up in his bed, face tipped down to look directly into the camera. He's smiling, a faint upturn of his lips to match the ambiguous calm of his eyes. A familiar expression on an unfamiliar face.

The restlessness humming beneath his skin is gone, and he is very calm and very still as he says very clearly:]
I fucking hate this community. Does anyone know what the fuck is going on?

[The words fall wrong, a discordant note, as though he's trying to inject someone else's anger into them.

The video ends.]
 
 
Current Mood: calm
 
 
19 March 2012 @ 10:42 pm
[voice; terribly locked from asuka and kaworu]  
[quietly, shamefully:] C-can anyone treat burns?

((OOC: Context is here for the strong of heart.))
 
 
Current Mood: blank
 
 
25 September 2011 @ 02:56 pm
[video]  
[tiny!shinji and tiny!kaworu tromp into the kitchen--or more so, shinji tromps while he leads kaworu by the hand.]

Okay, look! [he waves his free hand around the room] This is daidokoro!

[kaworu repeats the word slowly as if he's testing the weight of syllables on his tongue.] In German, küche.  A place for Lilim to gather and share their life stories over meals.  A place of warmth.

I guess...it's really just a place where Mama makes me food. [he guides them further in and suddenly points to a stool] Isu!  What's that in your language?

It is stuhl.

That doesn't sound anything like mine.  [he scrunches his nose] Learning might take longer than I thought.  But we're not gonna give up!  We'll know how each other talks and tell each other secrets nobody else can understand, right?

[kaworu is at a loss.  sharing secrets with him like a normal lilim?  when all he knew were terrified and awed of what he was?  his smile is very small, extremely pleased and eyes brighter than any human's.] Yes.

Good! [shinji points to Socrates the cat glowering at them from a counter] That's a grumpy neko.

[he chuckles,] Grumpy neko.
 
 
31 March 2011 @ 03:21 pm
video  
[there are no windows in view to indicate time of day outside of the sparse, cramped apartment, but shinji sits at the computer wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts, hair looking damp from a shower or bath.  he's looking happy which is surprising given the last week or so's events.  a little smile is on his face while he waves.]

Hi.  Um, I just wanted to let people know that Asuka's okay.  Or well, not okay.  She's in the hospital.  But they found her and that's what's important.  I haven't been able to see her yet since we've been doing sync tests all night, but I'll go as soon as I can in the morning and tell you all how she is.  And--

[an impossibly pale lanky boy interrupts him by placing a steaming mug of something in front of the laptop.]  Here is your tea.  I must admit that it may not be very good.  I am not familiar with making my own.  [he smiles at shinji's stammered and embarrassed-sounding denials that could be nothing but delicious, long fingers tightening around the mug still in his hands.  the computer captures his attention once he notices the camera is on.] --Ah, is this the community, Shinji-kun?

Community?  Oh, yeah...I forgot it was up.  [shinji grins sheepishly.]  Sit down, let me introduce you to them.

[without another word, the other boy slides a nearby chair over and sits so close to him that their elbows are touching.  neither seem to mind.  in fact, he's leaning in a little closer.] Do you know many of the people here?

Yes...a lot of people them are my friends.

I see.  Friends are something important to Man.  To create bonds- some means of closeness - such a thing is important.  If they are your friends, I will be glad to meet them as well, Shinji-kun.  [he settles his red eyes on the screen and for a split second, the image wavers.  only for the briefest moment before he bows his head.] My name is Kaworu Nagisa.  It is good to meet you, Community.

((OOC: THIS IS YOUNGER KAWORU.  HE IS JUST AS FABULOUS, BUT YOUNGER.  ALSO HE USES THE JOURNAL [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticist  .  TALKING TO HIM ABOUT ANYTHING IN THE FUTURE WILL RESULT IN BLANK LOOKS.  OLDER AND PRESENT (AND STILL FABULOUS) KAWORU IS [livejournal.com profile] eschatologist .  THEY WILL BE ALL OVER THIS POST, ENRICHING YOUR LIFE WITH BISHOUNEN.  FOREVER AND EVER, AMEN.))
 
 
26 October 2010 @ 05:21 pm
backdated to last wednesday night, sob  
We did a lot of recording for the movie today!  Singing along with the orchestra was exciting.Kaworu-kun played so well too; I know he got the solo.  Nobody else that tried out was as good.  He can't tell me he's only "okay" anymore!

The movie comes out in three weeks...I never thought I'd be doing something like this in my whole life.
 
 
Current Mood: artistic
 
 
07 August 2010 @ 01:13 am
[filtered from Shinji; accidental video post]  
[There's a faint hiss of static and a soft click the camera switches on. And for a long moment there is nothing, but the sound of shuffling papers. The metallic rattle of coins. And after a moment, whatever it is that is recording is placed on a sill behind them - permitting, briefly, a view of water. Canals. Stone buildings. And the dim chatter of a restaurant. Closing down.

Though the angle is severe, as the two lean their backs against the wall - the owner of (presumably) the phone becomes clear. Pale hair and pale skin - Kaworu. And Yukari, beside him. (And it is clear by the wear of their clothes, this is not merely a trip. The work aprons - now looser around their waists - are being absently rummaged through. At least, by Kaworu. And though the feed is otherwise quiet beyond the sounds of the city, Yukari is first to break it as she peers over to him.]


Why do you have so many scraps of paper in there? Do you keep the receipts for some reason?

[And though the angle barely allows for the capture of it, Kaworu's glancing up. To her. Fingers deftly sorting out the money from what does indeed look like receipts. Torn in some places. Smaller and larger. Dependent. And though the angle barely allows for the capture of it, Kaworu's blinking. Once. A faint note of puzzlement sitting at the corner of his mouth.]

They seem to be numbers. However, I am not entirely certain as to why they wish for me to, ah, "hit them up" - much less, what I should happen to do with them. [And he's shuffling out another number. Before finally, and carefully, stowing his money back in his work apron. Extending the papers, to her.] They were rather insistent that I "hold onto them," particularly the older male I happened to be waiting on.

[There's barely a beat. Before Yukari's turning to him. To look at him more directly. There's no mistaking the slight (and affronted) edge to her voice.]

The cute one with the ear piercing? You've gotta be kidding me. [But, the expression is shifting. Something broaching on disappointment. Momentary.] I tried everything ... Why are all the really hot ones gay? [Kaworu's response is unable to be captured, but the feed ends on the note of Yukari's sigh.]
 
 
27 May 2010 @ 06:34 pm
 
It's been confirmed.  Couchgate is over.  I repeat: Couchgate is over.

((Ref.))
 
 
13 May 2010 @ 09:17 pm
she's being a troll  
Breaking news: Couchgate still happening over at the Langley Soryu/Nagisa apartment.  Details to follow.
 
 
Current Mood: mischievous
 
 
21 April 2010 @ 11:50 am
 
For those who keep asking-

Kaworu-kun is a friend. He has no intention of harming me, and the only thing I asked for him was to possibly teach me in playing the violin. This was my only request. While I realize some of you might mistake his reply to me as something misconstrued, I can assure you it is nothing of the sort.

Overall, I was hoping more of you would be trusting of my judgment of befriending others, as I am not a fool to be taken lightly. I realize some of you wanted to protect me, but this was a little unnecessary.

[[lmfao poor Rukia got three entries asking her about Kaworu. XD SHE'S STICKING UP FOR HIM, DAMMIT.]]
 
 
27 October 2009 @ 12:34 am
Musicians?  
It occurred to me... Is there anyone going to the Halloween party that plays piano or cello?

Kaworu, Asuka and I were thinking of playing there. A quartet would be nice.
 
 
08 October 2009 @ 09:12 pm
[Video] Marriage Virus - Asuka and Kaworu  
Asuka flashes a grin at the camera. It's quite obvious she's in her apartment, dressed in one of her usual dresses (she doesn't seem to mind the cold much, anyway). Still, she's a bit more excited then usual (make that a lot more). She has a huge grin on her face and for a moment she just stares into the camera, tapping her fingers against her desk, before she blurts something out, "Kaworu and I got married!"

She leans into the camera, still grinning widely, "We're married!"

She proceeds to spin around in her office chair, laughing, before she reaches over and shuts the camera off.

 
 
29 September 2009 @ 12:00 am
 
Kaworu, Asuka... we should get a different couch if you keep sleeping on it. That one's not very comfortable.

Naoto-kun thinks I'm good at understanding people. Maybe I should get a job that uses that, even if only for a while. Any suggestions?
 
 
19 September 2009 @ 02:45 am
[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO POST: BROUGHT TO YOU BY NERV.]  
[There is nothing, beyond the soft lull of static and the murmur of dead air.

And it takes a long moment, before it is clearing. Just enough to hear the soft voice of Kaworu. To make out the towering shadow of a mechanical behemoth. The way he speaks into the face of it, his hands weighted deep in his pockets. Undeterred by how close he really is to the edge. Dangling over an unfathomable depth, in a nameless facility. Miles and miles beneath the surface. Miles and miles down.

And for a moment, there is a hesitance. Almost too far back, to catch the growing edge of a smile. A contrast to the bound and wired mouth of this machine. Too human in appearance, as he steps closer to the weathered edge of the bridge. As his shoes scrape against the roughed metal. Almost silent, beyond the soft sound of his breath. Beyond the way he seems to gather something within him - before he’s speaking again.

Before he’s stepping over the edge. Before the machine comes alive.

Before he turns, suspended, before it.

And there’s nothing, but sound as the feed cuts out. As the alarms blare. As there’s the sharp hiss of communications. The screeching of metal. Locks closing down. Some barriers. Far beneath the bridges. But, something breaks through them. Again and again and again.

And it goes on like this. And for a long moment, nothing else echoes up - before the voice of another filters in. Broken and jagged. Too close to where he once had stood. Where this person, now, must stand.

“--No, no, no! I won’t believe that Kaworu’s an --”

A moment. Too long. A barked command. And he’s following after him.

When it picks up movement again, it is the sharp grind of metal on metal. The accusatory voice of the second boy. Of Shinji. Cut short, as something slips. As something blocks it. An almost musical edge --

And all silences.]

[When the feed comes back in, it is Rei that appears nearest to the edge. The bridge. Expression faintly contorted with some silent disgust, some silent anger, as she mimics what Kaworu has done. Mimics his steps, and his motions.

She, too, does not fall as she steps over the edge.]

[It is only later, when the facility is silent, does the video flicker back on, again. The bridge empty of machine or individual. Alarms ceased. Communications quiet.

It is a moment, before the sound of choked breathing swells up. Crackles, too broken, over the speakers. (And it is Shinji's voice. Some mumbled words. Kaworu's name.)

It is not long before, that too, silences.]


((EXTREMELY IMPORTANT OOC NOTE: SEE HERE )))