[The feed starts, and an aerial view of the City appears, punctuated by the rush of wind and the hiss of the combustion of his gunpowder wings as Papillon soars through the sky.]

The Christmas tree in the middle of the City is certainly an elegant addition to the festivities~! Such a stunning height and girth, begging to be admired ( Read more... )

[ private to self / unhackable ]

I wished for immortality. I wished to be loved, and to be accepted.

I have all of that now, and I achieved those by myself.

[ / private ]

Curse, after curse, after curse. This grows tiresomeEverything that I have ever wanted, I have already achieved. I do not need to make lists for Santa Claus when my ambition ( Read more... )

[There is a little Papillon action figure standing in front of the camera, looking and acting very much like himself. Except cuter.]

Toy soldiers . . . or toy pawns, Ci~ty?

[He wags a finger, little toy wings (with a the help of his busou renkin) fluttering about.]

Well, if I were a toy, I would be nothing but myselfThis just makes me miss Umaka ( Read more... )

Ah, to give thanks. How very saccharine and cute. ♥

Come and be thanked as you will~.

Oh, well, if that wasn't bo~ring.

Today promises to be a more wonderful day, however, because I spot fans.

Come and shower the elegant

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What is it like to be loved? I do not know. I never was. I was always trash.

No matter. I am no longer rubbish.

I am Papi~llon. ♥

I am accepted, and I am loved. ♥

Ah, the stench of illness once again abounds in the City.

Tsk-tsk.

So familiar.

Do you all plan to get well, ci~ti~zens?

As for me, I am enjoying the weather~. It is beginning to smell like ice and snow.

Mmm~! ♥

I think shopping for some wonderful winter clothing is in order~? Perhaps some elegant scarves and hats! ♥ Something brilliant to ( Read more... )

Irony is a wonderful game of life. It is no surprise that the City employs it now.

What better way to face your fears than to immerse yourself in their world~?

Stay away from the light, citizens, for to flee from the shadows, you yourself must remain in shadow.

The dark has never been so welcome, has it? ♥

Ah, Mutou. Would your Sunlight Heart ( Read more... )

Ah, death. What a sweet topic.

All the doctors said I would die. A debilitating illness took me since childhood, and I lived on medications, taking excessive amounts each day just so that my body could right itself. My pathetic excuse for a family cared nothing about me, only declaring that if I could not fulfill my duties as the heir, I was trash ( Read more... )

[The camera comes in focus to show Papillon smirking at the screen. The video is obviously taken from a height, and Papillon is aloft in the sky, gunpowder butterfly wings outstretched.]

Those little things are fireworks?

Tsk-tsk. [He wags his finger.]

Let
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