18 July 2013 @ 04:30 pm
Two orders of business:

One, who's the person I have to thank for the piece of mail I got, and all the papers strewn about the dorms?

Two, is it just me or has a good chunk of the tower gone batshit insane? I haven't exactly spent the longest time here, and even I can tell this mass boycotting of something that maintains you is a terrible idea.
Filtered to a certain bowlcut and priestess from a certain IT )
11 July 2013 @ 08:56 pm
I have noticed many amongst us appear concerned about Ruana's next step, namely her siphoning of the souls left on dead worlds.

I can and do understand the will to oppose Ruana, I encourage it. However, this desire I have witnessed of saving the lost souls is quite intriguing, if not misplaced. The vast majority of these souls are people we have never met and will most likely never meet. For that matter we did not even know they existed before stepping into this tower, nor did we have any thoughts for them before seeing that message.

They have had whatsoever no impact on our lives and never will they have any. Nothing binds them to us and what fate will befall them, ultimately is none of our concern. It is their own fight while we have our own fights. Hence I have only one question:

Why do you care?
10 May 2012 @ 10:07 pm
['Sup, Animus? Have a guy wearing what looks like a black leather coat with the hood up showing up on the public feed.] Am I doing this right...?

[Oh, wait, no, it's on. Clearing his throat.]
... I'm not sure if this is the place I do this, but... I'm looking for two people. If my world is gone like the letter said, then they might be here.

They should have something that looks like this with them. [Here, the man holds up a glass charm of some kind held together by silver, brass, and string. The glass is orange, scuffed and scratched, with the silver having lost some of it's shine and the brass symbol in the center also in need of a good polish. It also looks old, which might account for it's current state.]

The girl has a blue one, and the boy has a green one. Please... if anyone's seen them...? [A definite pleading note enters his tone, along with some desperation.]