divine_storm: (Pissing me off = bad idea)
You know what? Screw you guys too!

Last time I checked, whoever dropped the place was trying to kill us too, you know! And it's not like we worked out butts off trying to help! But nope, we're obviously all evil!

You think you're right and all just because you're supposed to be light or something? HAH, not buying it! You've been nothing but jerks since day one! You want to blame us? Fine! See if I care! Just don't expect any more help!

... and that frying pan hit didn't even hurt!



...


HEY LAHARL! I'm moving in in that castle of yours!
divine_storm: (Duuuuuuuurr)
Errr, I was just curious about something. You know that castle in the Netherworld, what exactly do the people living inside do? All I ever saw them do what stand around and say they don't wash their hands... or see a bunch of penguins run away.

I thought these guys were supposed to be "vassals"... so what exactly does a "vassal" do?
divine_storm: (It's super effective...)
*The recording starts right in the middle of a crash, and though everything is a bit muffled and static at times, anyone listening can't be mistaken, there's fighting going on in the background in between sounds of pain and lion roars*



"You're not really helping your case by trying to kill me!"




"I don't need to help my case! You just need to die!"

* The fight keeps going on in the background. It's rather obvious at this point that they haven't realized the journal is recording and no one will answer.*

((OOC: So Zira and Priere are rather at a standstill in their fight with no one being wise enough to back off. Open invitation to help/smack sense/kill steal/popcorn.gif))
divine_storm: (Fear my burning passion)
KOVU!

The next floor is open, and you're coming with me!

Come on, let's get a move on!
divine_storm: (Duuuuuuuurr)
Hey it worked! I---

*CRUNCH*

*following the crunching noise, very annoying feedback can be heard, you might be able to hear some swearing and some animal sounds if you're patient but it's mostly feedback until the machine cuts off*

((OOC: happens at this time.))
divine_storm: (Is that so...)
*you can clearly hear that she's out of breath, sounds like someone has been running all over town*

Has ANYONE seen Culotte? He's a twelve year old boy-- orange hair-- usually has his huge backpack on his back.


This stupid machine isn't working right, I can't contact him at all!
divine_storm: (Fear my burning passion)
Okay, I think we've been up here way too long! Culotte get your stuff, we're going exploring that new place!

Does anyone else want to come along? You know anyone Culotte?

((OOC: I'll post a log up soon for anyone interested, but we kinda want to keep it a small party, so maybe not more than 2-3 people? Sorry for the bother))
divine_storm: (Pissing me off = bad idea)
WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA HERE!?

I have great morals, thank you! You're the perverts if you think this is "low morals". And Father Salade choose this, it's my uniform!
divine_storm: (Suuuuuuuuuuure)
So... what's the big deal with becoming a citizen? I thought we wanted to get out of here, not move in.
divine_storm: (Huh???)
So, I'm supposed to talk to people on this thing right? Oh well, might as well.

Right, so someone told me to check if anyone I knew was already here... no one should be, but what the heck? So, anyone I know here?


Anyway, my name is Priere, and I'm a Sister for the Church of the Holy Maiden, and a demon hunter. Not that this would mean anything, but oh well. Nice to meet you.

Now, anyone knows where I could find some decent food around here?
divine_storm: (pic#)
How's my driving?

If you have any questions, comments, or complaints about how I'm playing Priere, please don't hesitate to post here.
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