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You are viewing the most recent 20 entries May 17th, 200810:47 pm: Open, anti-OTP, and back from vacation, all in one!
And then they're back. And naturally, no sooner have Niko and Mordred returned from their (long) holiday, but Niko can be found holed up once again in the Mansion library, a book already in hand. Typist: As it says. Open post, but also for anti-otps. You know.
December 14th, 200709:29 pm: anti-otp: Sagramore/Niko
It has been some time since Sagramore's near-fatal wounding, and he is, presumably, able to receive visitors now - even possibly unwanted, certainly unexpected, visitors. Justitia takes a moment outside the door of Sagramore's room to take a deep breath and straighten his coat before knocking resolutely on the door.
December 10th, 200708:35 pm: [open post - open as your mother's legs]
Niko has always spent a fair amount of time in the Mansion's vast library, but after recent events, he has come to spend even more of his time there; it is, in fact, where he can be found at present, head bowed over a book in a cozy corner of the many-cornered (the Mansion's architecture defying all laws of geometry) room - should anyone come looking for him.
November 4th, 200710:31 pm: [open post]
Niko can be found, should anyone have any wish to find him, not in his usual haunt in the Mansion's library, nor in the cottage kitchen, but down by the river, sitting on a low rock and staring moodily at the water.
August 2nd, 200703:32 pm: attn: Mordred, re holiday, ja ja? ,
If it isn't the hottest day of the summer, it certainly comes near it; the vast, cloudless sky is so bright a blue as to seem almost white, and there is a hazy veil of dust hanging in the still, hot air. It's the kind of day when all sane people should be lying perfectly still in some dark, window-covered room somewhere with a cool glass of iced tea or lemonade easily within hand's reach. It's certainly not the day to go hiking through a wood. Justitia never claimed to be particularly sane. (Revolutionaries - and law students, for that matter - should probably leave the sanity to everyone else.) He is, at least, dressed for the weather, but it's still hot going as he heads through the trees, in the direction of the Mansion but looking all round him as he walks - he's searching for Mordred.
April 15th, 200712:39 am: Attn: Mordred
Well, a certain capricious hunting god got bored with carrying around the same stupid soul for the last week, and finally, just to get it out of his pockets, hid it in the first body that would accept it (not with permission, naturally). Which is why Niko is waking up and then going quite, quite still; looking down at himself slowly and clasping his hands as though they're alien to him, and, finally, looking around him with surprise that shows on his face. Current Mood:  possessed!!!!1!eleven!!
April 1st, 200711:09 am: [they call it an open post, they call it a miracle!]
He is beginning to feel somewhat more at home in this crowded little cottage in the woods, despite his own long absence, despite the whole situation with Cywyllog, and even, remarkably, despite Clarissant in general – enough at home to come into the kitchen and make a pot of tea himself, instead of waiting like a guest for Gawain or someone else to brew it. This is why he can be found, now, this still and quiet morning, at the kitchen table, reading some heavy, dull-looking book and sipping his tea.
February 18th, 200710:29 pm: OOC, so ooc.
Brah, new icon. Wut.
November 14th, 200603:06 pm: (walking)
From the ache in his feet, Justitia might think he's been walking for days without pause; but logically, the journey so far seems to have reached only a matter of hours. Not that that makes much of a difference; there isn't anything very logical about the journey he's making, anyway.
For days or hours, he's been walking, trying to recreate his original, unintentional, descent into the dimension (or whatever one might call it) of the Mansion and its locale. A difficult thing to do, and no map in this or any world would probably help.
For now, doggedly, stoically, trying to ignore his sore feet, he'll just keep walking.Tags: narrative
November 9th, 200602:49 pm: Just a note...
The envelope seems to have been through a lot, and looks much the worse for wear. Stains, rips, dirt, a singed corner - it even looks, overall, yellowed by age. Who knows how long it has been around, or what it has been through?
In faded, aged-looking ink, the front of the envelope simply says "Mordred" and nothing more.( The letter within reads: )Typist: Manon- I don't know if I should do this or not, and I don't know if I should be doing it now or not. If it's inconvenient, feel free to ignore, or postpone, or poke me and say "Doofus, cut that out." Or similar.
May 17th, 200612:11 am:
Oh, hey, I'm -- -- sorry -- Current Mood:  guilty
February 27th, 200611:23 pm:
... (it seems it's my birthday for about thirty eight minutes yet. Gracious. How'd I - not notice?)
February 18th, 200604:44 pm: oh the memes
( Serenity meme )----all right. Medical student or law student, all revolutionaries have to be one, it seems. :PTags: meme
February 2nd, 200608:23 pm:
Perhaps I do need a hobby. Maybe I ought to take up some kind of musical instrument, or learn to knit, or start collecting things. Sane people, perhaps, might be rare enough to make it interesting.
February 1st, 200601:11 am:
( Meme )...vampire, Mordred?Tags: meme
January 26th, 200611:14 pm:
It's a cold night. It's the wind, mostly; it's been gusting all day. Gusty, gusting. There was a robin on the tree branch that scrapes up sometimes (such as in this hard wind) against my window, but it flew away at sunset. The robin, not the tree branch, though in this weather, I wouldn't be surprised. My pen is scratchy, the frames of my spectacles are bent, and it's still cold.
January 4th, 200602:33 am: "he of the fine sinews", was it?
 You are Sir Bedivere (or Bedwyr). You are rather intelligent and somewhat wise. You are are very selective about companions, and don't make friends easily, but you are faithful to the ones you have until the end. Which Knight of the Round Table are you? brought to you by Quizilla*chokes* *a bit* *just a bit, there* Clarion, if you've any wish to continue here--Tags: quiz
December 23rd, 200501:55 am:
...ironic. A bit.
December 21st, 200509:38 pm:
I won't apologize. That would imply guilt or inferiority or being in the wrong, and I'm not. None of those. So I won't apologize. That's all. Current Mood:  angry
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