[Voice post start, Kanda's voice sounds suspiciously UN-masculine. Ahem. XD]

...

WHO'S IDEA OF A SICK JOKE IS THIS?!

[Loud swearing followed by sounds of breaking objects, /end Voice Post]

[[OOC: XD Backdated to this morning. Om-Tria is officially trashed, everyone. Guess what Kanda was changed into. Have fun, Lavi~!]]

[Screened from OU!Lavi || Hard to Hack]]

Someone moved out of our room. And then someone else moved in. Why was I not informed of this?

[/Screened]

[Private || Hard to Hack]

Now that that's over, I need to go kill something.

[/Private]

... Huh.

I'm eighteen now.

[/end voice post]

[[OOC: His birthday is June 6.]]

RIGHT. NO ONE ENTER OM-TRIA. ON PAIN OF DEATH.

Whoever did...THIS. I will find you and you are going to be sorry.

[[OOC: Pfft! Yeah, Kanda's affected.]]

Anyone who has skill in the medical field or knows how to cure fever, please come to Om-Tria. There is someone here in need of a healer.

[Private||Hard to Hack]
I hate that girl... Getting sick on me and forcing me to accompany her back to the room so she will not kill herself on her way there... and I went to the trouble of finding food for her. ( Read more... )

Right, where could I find some food around here? Someone better reply to this...or else

[[OOC: Pissy!Kanda is pissed off about his new roommate not having a backbone and being hungry all the time. Actually, he's even more pissed about the fact that he accidently made her cry. XD And so he's trying to make up for it...yeah...]]

...my favorite part about this entire thing is the fact that I have almost no idea what is going on. What I like even more is the fact that it is probably my own fault that it is so...It appears I am in a cemetary, of all places to end up in. Though surprisingly, it is a rather peaceful and pleasant place to be, despite all the spirits dwelling ( Read more... )

...I shall refrain from commenting on the Dor building...

But I do say that the protest is really getting on my nerves. Quit rolling off your anger in waves! There are people here who are affected by this and are not happy with the disturbance! I say that if you really hate it that much, grab some old rags and clean it up! You achieve nothing by ( Read more... )

[beep, start of voice post]

[sounds of frustration, rustling cloth]

[thump]

"Damn it all, they just won't quit!"

[thump, crack of wood on another object] [incoherent cursing]

[quiet muttering]

"Just ignore the vibrations, concentrate on the forms..."

[swishing of object slicing through air, rustling cloth]

"That is it! I can't even train properly with all ( Read more... )

It seems that I have been given a permanent residence here. The naming and numbering systems they use here is...unique.  The room I have been assigned is called Paj-Tessera.  It is at the Southern side of this walled place. Once again expressing my opinions, it is very strange. Something I must get used to, living here ( Read more... )