All that say

Pissed that my player won't play me. But I still want in

Em: *shakes head* When did Jei/Farf get so stupid?
 Farf: Hey you wrote me that way!
Em: You gave me the emotion and material, what do you want me to do? Cause I would make you all crazy and masterbating in blood and STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!
Farf: The blood is nice but straight? You should know better Em. Silly girl, I'm going to have to haunt your dreams tonight right?
Em: I am of the idea of you making it up to Naru.
Farf: Why I am so frustrated with the situation. I should just fuck Schu.
Em: But he has Braddy
Farf: Fuck Brad. I deserve some sex.
Em: What ever I am off to right Fei and Nagi/Mamoru hugs and maybe some hot AU stripping Tabaka... Farf: I get dibs on Fei!
Fei: *exhales from Pipe* Damn it. I always get the fucking crazy ones!?
Em: *sweatdrop* Off to see a stripe tease...

The Mary Sue Weiss Kreuz meme (from scribblemoose's friends list)
The rules:
1. Go to the Elouai doll maker. (http://elouai.com/doll-makers/candybar-doll-maker.php)
2. Make an ordinary doll of yourself some one in the anime and save it.
3. Take that doll and, leaving a couple things (nose, eyebrows, whatever) the same, Mary Sue yourself. Make the most blatant Mary Sue you can conceive.
4. Post "Before" and "After" in your LJ. Bonus points if your Sue has a backstory of some sort.

Okay  I made a Farfarello, Schuldig and Crawford doll.  It isn't as easy as it looks and the dolls may not resemble their people.  Judge for yourself. ^^ Crawford was the easiest

( Drum Roll )

I wasn't sure what to do what to say.  Seeing him, knowing I was helpless...It was better, to be this way, delicious to see his pain, to know I caused it....I tell myself that.  Will I always be this way?  Will I always know what I want and can’t have, to witness the power of an angel?

The Nagi angel has grown closer to our residence devil.  Guilty and angel are at peace some of the time, and the other, the future bringer is never around.  I see my purpose has changed yet again.  Distance and time will heal this and make me stronger, able to withstand the lure of God's creature

After revealing this to Naru, because if he isn't my angel I can not call him anything that reminds me of this betrayal,I helped an elderly liar Priest.  He saw that there was nothing past life two hours later, as well as all of the others who resided in that church.  It was a good reminder, a good exercise for me. 

I Hate YOU, the absence of God

I am not going to be on much because Hurricane Dennis will be hitting me by Sunday.

I will be on today after 6 pm central.  Just to let everyone know ^^

I am sorry OMI!!!  I wanted to be on yesterday but I was at work.  I am filling in for people and working 12+ hours a day is making me go to bed as soon as I am done showering.  I will be on tomorrow night.  Promise.  Because I refuse to be at work past 2 pm. 

I'm not sure what to think, what to do, what to say.  I am only cold and sick.  When I left the shower, I found the bear (named Mr. Wiggles) on my bed, along with hot chocolate.  No hug though.  So I sat up and thought on everything.  The murders, Sister Ruth, God, me, Jei.  Came to some conclusions and found out a few new things, like Mastermind can rip minds apart fairly easily.

Oracle woke me up this morning, and I went in usual black garb to guard the butterball.  He was a bit surprised to see me, just like the little secretary who informed him of my arrival.  After he tried to stare me down, which he lost, he informed me that if I were to guard him I would need suits for the job.  Like what I wear will matter in a fight?  The fucker who messes with butterball will end up in ribbons.  Suits are harder to clean.  Is the man stupid?

Anyways I will shop for suits this evening and start the search for Sister Ruth.  We have a few things to say.  Until then I think I will leave God alone for the moment.  If I thought I hated Him before, it's nothing compared to now.  I loath Him, burn with a rage to see rivers of bloody tears...Damn it I want Mr. Wiggles and the damn angel.

Anyways the link: Mine

I just finished a fic from the comm 15minuteficlets based on Farfarello and Naru's relationship. I figured I would share seeing as it actually pertains to the RPG. At least I hope it does...

Anyways here is the link. Blood

Secret kisses, secret words, secret meanings. Jei is dead. He died that day, all those years ago, and yet I still show kindness, holding back to think of another, making sure the angel is happy. Why do I care?

Today I cleaned, working my way through the church, asking my questions, and receiving no new answers. Their blood is on God's hands, not mine. I only showed them the truth of the words of Him. He is dead, he is only something that exists to control others, show them lies...

And once again my mind returns to the angel. I thought of him while I worked, washing alters with the priests’ blood, with Mother Alice's womb. My mind was on his face, the smile, the way his hair falls when he turns, his gentle touches. I thought of the nights, the times we have spoken. I am crazy. I should kill the brat; move on, yet I go to Nagi for help.

I am crazy. Miles and miles, and miles and miles away from the truth. And I think this game has just ended.

I have a new source of weapons, toys to use. Explosives my angel makes...and from what I saw, they were well made and sturdy. Which makes me come to the question, who is his employer? Nineteen and building explosives, fast reflexes, cold eyes...then so shy, uncertain.

I went against my usual evenings out to show kindness and concern. All the more interesting when this angel falls. He has one of my knives, the one I picked up while in Africa. Tomorrow I will meet him at the cafe and pick up my order. Crawford, be looking for some models of TNT Saturday evening. If they are up to our standards, then I will order even more.

Nagi, you go by Naoe correct?

I need you to do some research for me as well. I promise a reward if you indulge me. What ever you want.

Crawford, The Report:

Entered the building at around 2 am, found nothing really on the first floor. The second floor had more interesting things.

The door is hidden beyond some bookshelves and is rather clean. Hallway had candles everywhere, black paint, the usual scary stuff. First room was an office of types. The file cabinet was locked so I broke in and liberated some files marked rites and mail. They are on your desk as I type this. In the rites folder was a list of people involved with their ranks, trials completed. Mail was more a list of blackmail items on other people...though wetting the bed seemed like a silly item to use.

Second room: Full of books, shelves, and a closet where robes and clothing were kept. Third room looked like some type of area that is used for the rites and such. People were inside, and finishing up what they called a trial. A boy, looked fifteen, was hanging nude from the ceiling, blood dripping from his body. A hooded figure held a whip, and stood next to the boy. The rest (about 16 of them) had formed a circle around the boy and were chanting some song...I am not familiar with the language they were using. Definitely not Gaelic. The boy was crying and after a few more whips was lowered and embraced by the hooded figure. Then he was announced dead and part of the family, robed and kissed. I stayed hidden until everyone left and then looked at the hooks used to string him up. Industrial quality. The equipment aka whips, blades, glue where held in a small room of to the side. Otherwise the second floor was empty with two other rooms, both clean. Perhaps they house the people in them until the ceremonies?

Left at dawn and found the last part of the teens who were about to leave. Terrorized them (with one of my blades).

~End of Report~

Report to Crawford will be on hold until I sleep, like the dead. Accomplished the mission, went in, saw, recorded, brought back files, and played afterward. I do believe some of those kids will now believe in demons. Amusing and so hard to hold back. I better be able to play soon or another cat is coming in with it's respective owner...

I find myself thinking of that Sìthiche... I should visit soon, explore more of the city and his soul.

Crawford, the dark haired tight ass, is adding another member to our team, so no more extra room for my knives. It really is a pity to. I liked having two rooms, nice and relaxing actually. Hopefully our new member will be someone who isn't so hung up on his own existence, or so anal it is ridiculous. I guess asking for a puppy is out of the question now.

On another subject, I cooked! Haven’t done that since... well since Murder. I made brownies, the kind She would bring to class. A nice fucking walk down memory lane. After wards I threw them away and caught a cat. Nothing like getting some aggression out with anatomy 101. All I can say is I hope we pay the maid enough.

Today was a rather boring day for me, nothing to do but sit and watch BBC and listen to the mindless ramblings of that German. The last time I had any real fun was when I played with that priest. Father Michael was his name I believe. The man who dedicated his life to a God that is neither there nor cares. After listening to his screams of terror, I began the ritual of licking my knife. Fear can be such a delightful look.



“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”


And as he whispered these words to the Virgin Mary, the woman who betrayed me as well as all mankind, I sliced him open, his blood baptizing me as well as the church with the truth. There is no God; there is no peace, and there will never be salvation.