[It fades into Larsa appearing seemingly out of nowhere, looking extremely upset about something that someone said. He doesn't seem to notice that there's someone else in the room waiting for him when he appears. When he finally does notice her, it isn't shock.]

... Phillipa, what are you doing here at this hour? I was under the impression you were in Bhujerba looking for a -

[She cuts him off, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling his head down for a kiss. Larsa blushes before he looks like he feels something against his back. He grabs an arm and wrenches it in such a manner that his fiancee cries out.]

[A knife. Best night ever? Or best night ever?]

What is this about?

[The young woman starts freaking out, as if she saw someone behind Larsa.]

Forgive me, Larsa. I did it out of necessity. He- He made me do it. He says that there can never be peace, he said that Lord Vayne -

[He pulls her into his arms, trying to calm his fiancee down. Before he can ask her what she's talking about, there's a scream and Larsa's eyes go wide.]

( PUBLISHED IN THE MORNING PAPER )

[ooc; o/ no replies. Larsa is actually faking his own death but ... consider this IC hiatus until HE RETURNS.]

[A few seconds of silence, and then a long sigh.]

Well, I'm back. Other than Azula going humpty-dumpty, it looks like - uh, well, haha. It looks like everyone's been just as uninteresting as usual. Any tidbits for me, duckies? Any, uh, gossip I should be updated on? I'd love to know.

[A few more seconds where he pauses; when he speaks again, he sounds distracted.] And don't ask me where I was. It's none of your business.



((OOC: All replies voice unless otherwise specified.))

You know, I don't make a habit of googling myself or exploring the internet in general and yet here I am at your doorstep. You may ask, "Tony Stark, why on earth would you contact and willing interact with a bunch of acne ridden high schoolers when you are currently capable and legally able to have sexual intercourse with pretty much any woman you meet?"

Why, you ask? Because I can. And I'm kind of under a willing house arrest, but that's a technicality.

I'm taking a break from a personal project of mine and here's this and really, you should just entertain me. It would be a crime not to. Also, (though this is pretty much impossible), if you don't know who I am, I'm one, offended and two, it really is impossible so don't bother asking.

So, tell me about your guilds or whatever the fuck you kids do these days. I'm all ears.

(ooc; I'm posting this pretty much as I'm passing out so I will get to all you lovely people tomorrow. ♥ LMFAO HI. I got food poisoning and I'll be in and out today tagging this post )8 sorry!!)

What a strange place I’ve stumbled upon. You all are a very interesting sort. Perhaps God directed me here to help you. Though many of you may be sinners and blasphemers, I can help you. God can help you. You are the horror, and I will be your hope.

How many of you believe in God? Well, I suppose that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is how many of you want to. How many of you want to have faith in something bigger and more awesome than you? How many of you desire to have something else in your lives? Something not as hedonistic? Not as painful? I can save you.

Okay, so in town, distractions are go - tch, probably should put the Ars up just in case. Last thing I need are people annoying - [Pause.]

The hell... they're too distracted to even notice? Huh... Have to hand it to her, at least.

Alright, only way to go is up. Hey, ducks - what do we got for entertainment? It's gonna be a while before I can get to where I need to be.

(RESET. Timeloop has been repeated, Ragna's back in Kagutsuchi, and I'll be going through his Clear ending in the next week or so. :>)

You people had better not trust that duck who showed up yesterday. She's a witch and, more importantly, she's bad news.

[Here's Inuyasha, currently on the ground trying to crawl out of what looks like an Inuyasha-shaped crater in the ground.]

Damn it all... Someone explain this to me! Why is it that women get pissy when you aren't around to save their asses, but as soon as you try and defend them against some guy who's hitting of them they suddenly go ballistic! I mean, the damn wench doesn't even like the guy, or at least not in that  way! So why's it such a big deal if I want to kick his ass around for a bit!?

[All you hear before anything is said is a sigh and a clearing of the throat.]

I suppose that getting confirmation would put me at rest... Despite my best efforts, it seems that my anonymity has been compromised. [He pronounces the following words slowly and carefully:] Am I correct in assuming that my occupation is common knowledge to all of you by now?

((Because he wants to know if it's worth it to keep his more murderous comments anonymous. 8D;;))

Community, I have a story-- nay, a legend-- nay, an epic tale to share with young and old alike!

I was in the foyer, you see, after returning from school, greeting Antoinette as she lovingly washed my handsome face as only a dog can do, when suddenly, the Russian mob appeared on my doorstep! It seems that they wanted something very secret I had in my possession, and proceeded to storm the premises looking for it, but luckily it was hidden behind a biometric lock I learned that word from the science fiction channel that I watch with Setsuna, I'm not entirely sure what it is but it was definitely there and I had time to heroically tell the maids to flee and save themselves! (I was very dashing, and there was an appropriately strong breeze to ruffle my hair at just the right moment.)

But just when they were all dramatically declaring their love for me, Antoinette revealed that she had been a secret android spy all along! She rushed to defend my home from the Russians by the way if there are any Russians here I do not mean to offend, I am simply relaying the facts and I'm quite sure you have no mafia connections at all, or if you do I'm sure it's a weekend hobby which allows you to get out in the fresh air BUT JUST THEN they caught me in their dastardly Russian net--

And I woke up, on the floor, tangled in my bedsheets! Isn't the mind a remarkable thing? Tell me, have you had any similarly exciting dreams lately?