I faced it all and I stood tall;

I swear to $deity this is heavily rooted in actual canon and RP history. And yes, the second Count's alias is taken from Telanu's Unwilling Sleep.

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I want to kill things.

Devlin, you busy?

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While I'm picspamming, have a Derrick at fourteen/fifteen, and what Derrick will probably look like in his forties. Yes, he is a natural blond.

((takes place immediately following this.))

Derrick's apartment is the picture of a smoker's sick-den. The only light inside is the television turned with the volume low enough to produce a murmur. The curtains are drawn tight against the light and noise of the night outside, and a blanket of cigarette smoke mingles with the steam from a cup of tea sitting on his coffee table. Derrick tried both in an attempt to feel better.

The demi-god himself is curled in a ball in the corner of his sectional, buried under far too many blankets for someone with a face that flushed. He had tried to go back to bed, but as soon as his eyes closed there he was back in the massacre, watching his great-grandmother (except she's not really) tear chunks out of the prince's soldiers to hold them off while he takes the baby and runs into the woods. Fuck that noise.

His phone is still in his bedroom, and if its rang he hasn't heard it.

((Sorry to everyone I owe replies to. You will get them soon, I just wanted to get this posted while I had a free moment. The poem Derrick's referring to is How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead.))

( This post makes references to rape, genocide, and infanticide, along with disturbing imagery. Probably NSFW. )

Just posting to apologize for my dropped and slow threads, now and in the next few months. RL has and will probably continue to take up a great deal of my time and energy, leaving very little of either for RP.

I also apologize to everyone for the lack of advance warning; my current circumstances were completely unforeseen and I didn't anticipate them lasting as long as they have. I will do my best to continue any open threads, however my replies will be slow and erratic.

Again I'm very sorry for the inconvenience.

-The mun

[Shortly after this thread. Link so not IC.]

Anyone know where the hell Star City is?

I forgot where I found this. Replies can be completely OOC or metaish, we all know the rules for these memes as far as IC knowledge, blah blah.

I've given my characters a healthy dose of Veritaserum and now they have to tell the truth. What does this mean for you? Ask my characters questions about anything and everything and they will truthfully answer it. So, go ahead and ask what you want. He can't beat around the bush with half-truths.

[Continued from this thread.]

It didn't take Derrick long at all to air out the guest room that was unofficially Devlin's room. Most of his work had been done earlier in the week when, during a fit of insane boredom, he'd straightened the house (he'd even been nice enough not to smoke while working on that room.) In truth, all he'd needed to do was open a window.

What he'd ended up doing with his time was gathering every skirt he owned and stuffing them into a box that was destined to go under his bed. Correction, box was being kicked under bed now, as the only skirt-like things Derrick could find now were most emphatically and obviously not his. For one, they were drastically different sizes. For two, one of them was orange.

"She'd better have been a good lay," Derrick mutters, holding the aforementioned skirt gingerly, as though it were poisoned. A minute later the skirt gets tossed in a corner and has the other non-boxed skirts dumped on top of it, mostly for the purpose of hiding that neon monstrosity from tender kami eyes.

Speaking of kami, where was Devlin?