Harry!

The red headed healer, the one with the hairpins. She's gone.

Blink of an eye beyond stopping gone. I saw it with my own eyes.

...What do we do about this?

I suppose I am not the monster I once was... my fangs have dulled with being trapped for over a decade...

Now... how to treat this wound, since it does not heal on its own...

How positively interesting.

*Highly inappropriate laughter time*

This is an interesting turn of events.

So perhaps our monster friends, they aren't so different from us caged animals.

Perhaps we shouldn't be so quick to judge their actions.

Perhaps we should slaughter all the crabs.

*More Laughter*

Sora missed our playdate.

This is most distressing.

Boya, Mr. Dresden, Riku, Willow... perhaps we should... discuss a way to try to locate him?

[Sora's message, anyone who hacks this journal and understands glamours.]

Boy with the key. I have a request I'd like to ask of you... in person. Now I do understand you would not have any love or trust for me, so I will let you choose a neutral location for the meeting (not any home) and let you bring someone you trust along to watch out for you. ( Read more... )

((OOC*: If you do hack this message, it reads as ancient Greek unless you have some basic understandings of Magic ( Read more... )

[Locked to Harry Dresden]
Can you come over to my Resort. I need you to look at someone...

The marks on her arm are weird to me, and there is definitely something wrong with her.

However I don't feel like bringing anyone else to my home, I like my privacy.

[No locks at all.]

Yellow is safe.
This is all.

[Locked to Negi]

Who would you say is the greatest martial artist on this island... aside from myself?

[Locked to Toph]

You have a very... interesting, ability set, care to tell me a little more about yourself?

[Locked to Rhyme]

Excuse me... miss, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.

[Locked to Sora]

I take it you didn't appreciate the ( Read more... )

I require... um, aid, moving into my new place. I need a vehicle to transit a bed and dressers, and an able driver. and able bodied people to help move the furniture into my humble house ( Read more... )

So... this is America?

There was a reason I never visited this landmass.

The clothes suck. There's very little tea. And the buildings are ugly. And I can't find anything to supply my rebuilding process.

But, at least this isn't an all Girl's school.