12 August 2012 @ 03:35 am
Text ~ Return  
How does the saying go? "Once more unto the breach, dear friends", I do believe.

Although my return is hardly an event worthy of Shakespeare, I wonder yet how times have differed. It feels as if I were gone quite some time, by my end. The inhabitants of this site seem as polarized as always. Youth is such a blessing to the young.

For those of you that do not know me; welcome. My name is Louis Cyphre. Perhaps we will become well acquainted in time.

Who can tell what lies ahead? Perhaps it is all God's will.

[He is so glad that nobody can see the smirk on his face.]
13 June 2012 @ 10:54 pm
[The feed opens to a simple chair, in the middle of- a stage? That's what it appears to be, at least.

Louis' hands are folded in front of his lap; whatever it is that's working the computer is unseen, for the moment. The occasionally flash of red skin is all that might indicate a demon is the one angling it just right to show how truly friendly and at ease he is.

Greetings, to all those who I have missed, and all those who have recently gained access to this fascinating place.

Perhaps it is only fitting then that I mark my return with a question.

[He smiles brilliantly.]

In all the world, what do you have the strongest feelings about? What cause would you give your life to follow, if it were only possible?