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twinarrows (Kagome).
Email: twistofmoirae at gmail dot com
AIM: twistofmoirae
I love hearing thoughts and plots, so please feel free to poke away! :)
You can find my other characters over at
This is somewhat inconvenient. However, considering that my mental faculties are intact, it should not interfere overly with my work aside from requiring a stepstool.
Hellsing Filter
I shall, perhaps, wait to complete my orders, considering that it would seem that the majority of the City does not remember their rightful age, let alone their profession.
((ooc: 30-something year old man in the body of a 6 year old. Since Owen was never really a child, he can't have the mentality of one, but the City managed to get him anyway. No icons available of a child Owen, therefore, so you'll have to pretend. Strikes have been deleted.))
My, my, what violent little mice we have today. Is there a convention in town?
I rather would like to see mice attempting to take over the world of humanity. Come now! Or are you all just talk and no action against the Goliaths of the modern-day world?
Most seem more determined to hide from the cats and other nippy things -- oh, dear. Cats don't apparently fall under the same category as humans when you're an itty-bitty mousie, hm?
( Unhackable -- and it may turn you into something if you try. )
((ooc: Puck's posts are, as usual, untraceable back to this journal.))
I rather would like to see mice attempting to take over the world of humanity. Come now! Or are you all just talk and no action against the Goliaths of the modern-day world?
Most seem more determined to hide from the cats and other nippy things -- oh, dear. Cats don't apparently fall under the same category as humans when you're an itty-bitty mousie, hm?
( Unhackable -- and it may turn you into something if you try. )
((ooc: Puck's posts are, as usual, untraceable back to this journal.))
I would assume that there are some currently interested in exploring these outbreaks. I would like to speak with you.
( Encrypted/Locked to Hellsing members. Unhackable. )
( Encrypted/Locked to Hellsing members. Unhackable. )
. . . It would seem that I have arrived here again. Somewhat inconvenient. All should be in place for my employer to manage without me for some time if need be, but still, inconvenient.
It would seem as well that I am in need of a position. I am skilled in all forms of administrative work and technologically adept. My other-world position entailed working as right hand to a man of considerable means. I would detail him, however his name and influence would mean nothing here.
My requisites are that I would wish my employer to be of an ambitious nature and that the work that he or she provides prove to be interesting. Give me this, and I can assure you that you will not be disappointed with my labor.
((ooc: Translated: Tall, blond, and slightly egotistical administrative assistant seeks new Xanatos -- or simply work that will amuse him for the time being. Job plz?))
It would seem as well that I am in need of a position. I am skilled in all forms of administrative work and technologically adept. My other-world position entailed working as right hand to a man of considerable means. I would detail him, however his name and influence would mean nothing here.
My requisites are that I would wish my employer to be of an ambitious nature and that the work that he or she provides prove to be interesting. Give me this, and I can assure you that you will not be disappointed with my labor.
((ooc: Translated: Tall, blond, and slightly egotistical administrative assistant seeks new Xanatos -- or simply work that will amuse him for the time being. Job plz?))
I did manage a little fun after all, if you were curious.
It does seem the city is in a veritable uproar. People get whisked off from their beds at night to a mirror city high in the sky! People practically giving up the noses off their faces to follow!
Well, it is inventive.
Why do you keep fighting? How do you know it won't end like every other little curse that seems to blow through?
And for those of you who have given something up, I'm curious what you gave.
((ooc: As before, Puck's posts are not traceable back to Owen's account.))
It does seem the city is in a veritable uproar. People get whisked off from their beds at night to a mirror city high in the sky! People practically giving up the noses off their faces to follow!
Well, it is inventive.
Why do you keep fighting? How do you know it won't end like every other little curse that seems to blow through?
And for those of you who have given something up, I'm curious what you gave.
((ooc: As before, Puck's posts are not traceable back to Owen's account.))
Well, isn’t that lovely – hundreds of souls packed all nice and neat in a sardine box of a City, the playthings of deities. Someone *does* have a sense of humor, don’t they?
I wish I could say it’s nice to meet you, but alas, it’s not. [Puck’s mouth twists into a smirk as he types.] Do hope you won’t be offended. I just don’t like being made to play sardine with you.
What *do* you all do for fun here?
((ooc: None of the posts made by Puck should be traceable back to Owen's account.))
I wish I could say it’s nice to meet you, but alas, it’s not. [Puck’s mouth twists into a smirk as he types.] Do hope you won’t be offended. I just don’t like being made to play sardine with you.
What *do* you all do for fun here?
((ooc: None of the posts made by Puck should be traceable back to Owen's account.))
An interesting turn of events.
It would seem that I am no longer in Manhattan -- and that my cell phone is lacking proper reception. I also am carrying this device, which I did not have before, and which, from all practical examination, seems to be for communication.
Therefore, to whomever is listening: What is this place? Additionally, is there a means back to Manhattan? I will be late in collecting my employer.
It would seem that I am no longer in Manhattan -- and that my cell phone is lacking proper reception. I also am carrying this device, which I did not have before, and which, from all practical examination, seems to be for communication.
Therefore, to whomever is listening: What is this place? Additionally, is there a means back to Manhattan? I will be late in collecting my employer.