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birdofhermes.livejournal.comWHO: Ilde Decima & Alucard
WHAT: trolling.
WHERE: Gutters.
WHEN: Shundi, late evening.
WARNINGS: nothing yet but will be updated as necessary. HORRORS FOREVER.
( for fear that the devil would chop off their heads. )
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suninhadesWho: All Hellsing employees, their families, and anyone who wished to attend.
What: The funeral of Dean Winchester
Where: Sobek Croix’s cemetery.
When: Backdated to not long after the blood frenzy in Mafaton.
Notes: This is a slightly unorthodox log, in that for the most part it exists so people can write their own mini-narratives in the comments as to their characters presence and feelings and reactions; if you want to have a post-funeral thread here, that is cool, too. Funeral details were published with an obituary in the newspaper. This post was a collaborate effort, and for ooc details, see here.
Warnings: ...death. And a child’s broken heart.
What: The funeral of Dean Winchester
Where: Sobek Croix’s cemetery.
When: Backdated to not long after the blood frenzy in Mafaton.
Notes: This is a slightly unorthodox log, in that for the most part it exists so people can write their own mini-narratives in the comments as to their characters presence and feelings and reactions; if you want to have a post-funeral thread here, that is cool, too. Funeral details were published with an obituary in the newspaper. This post was a collaborate effort, and for ooc details, see here.
Warnings: ...death. And a child’s broken heart.
the streets of my home town still look the same, but behind shaking fingers they're whispering your name. it's funny the tears that time will allow, but the dirt is your lover now. fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too, so many things in this sad little world grow back ( except for you. )
Tags:
- @ sobek croix,
- alucard,
- dean winchester,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- integra hellsing,
- james t. kirk,
- lucius malfoy (jr),
- lyla tzigano,
- martel,
- nuala ní balor,
- rodolphus lestrange,
- solomon koenig,
- steve rogers,
- { boromir,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } brie cormac,
- } leonard mccoy,
- } mabel albans,
- } maggie thomas,
- } narcissa malfoy,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } shiori sakita,
- } youko shimura
plot } the creatures descend.
May. 27th, 2011 08:05 pmsynergismusWho: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.
Tags:
- # operation: bio,
- @ brock marsh,
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: valhalla inn,
- @ sobek croix,
- @ ~ gross tar river,
- alucard,
- anna demirovna,
- dean winchester,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- integra hellsing,
- jones,
- marie-sixtine st. vincent,
- martel,
- rachel conway,
- raylan givens,
- sonja garin,
- { boromir,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } adrian veidt,
- } allen walker,
- } balthier,
- } cassandra of troy,
- } clark kent,
- } edward nigma,
- } gabriel gray,
- } ianto jones,
- } jo harvelle,
- } jysiri,
- } katherine pierce,
- } kriv scorpion-tongue,
- } lex luthor,
- } mabel albans,
- } max guevara,
- } michael anders,
- } mina barrett
you can build a house or sink a dead body
May. 23rd, 2011 11:10 pmbirdofhermes.livejournal.comWho: Integra Hellsing and Alucard.
What: WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THESE VAMPIRES, also date night (not really)
Where: Hellsing Manor
When: RIGHT NOW.
Notes: (Dys)functionality at its best.
Warnings: (potentially) blood and gore and generally inappropriate things. hooray.
There's something to be said for the ease with which Alucard has settled into his new surroundings, and it isn't necessarily pleasant. It wouldn't be, anyway, if anyone knew the could-be-ramifications of giving someone (something) like him so much freedom. He enjoys it, but not because he feels himself an equal - such would be far from the truth. Alucard's pleasure stems from something decidedly, and unfortunately, more complex, and almost completely unrelated to the concept of freedom in itself. It's also something he can't be bothered to dwell on for the moment.
His tether, though loosened more than it ever could have been back home, is still ever-present, and he can feel its tug in the form of an order that needn't be spoken. Within moments Alucard steps into his Master's room, curiosity as plain as it ever gets upon his features.
"You called?"
His tether, though loosened more than it ever could have been back home, is still ever-present, and he can feel its tug in the form of an order that needn't be spoken. Within moments Alucard steps into his Master's room, curiosity as plain as it ever gets upon his features.
"You called?"