05 July 2013 @ 06:32 pm
✑ text

I do not know what happened to my own world, but I would ask that nobody visits Floor Twenty-Five, for now. I'll be headed there after I make this entry.

[ He has heard that it will always appear that way; peaceful spring weather, with a pretty meadow. Maybe then, if he stays there... his magic won't affect it. Hey, it was worth a try. ]

I don't wish to introduce myself. It is better if nobody here knows who I am, or what I am. Though if anyone encounters a book in either of the libraries titled 'The Book of Zeref,' tell me. I will dispose of it. I may be the only one here who knows how.

✒ action, floor twenty-five

[ And sure enough, there he is, later. He's kneeling in a small clearing, staring down at a certain white flour. The flower was oddly resilient. It wasn't wilting, wasn't turning black and crumbling to dust just from being near the Black Wizard. But isn't that how it always is? ]

Our world... destroyed.

[ He whispered to nobody in particular, feeling tears threaten to roll down his cheeks. He picked the small flower, ripping the stem between his fingers. It immediately wilted, the petals shriveling up and falling off, with the stem becoming coarse and rubbery. Zeref simply dropped it where it was. ]

Was it me? Was it Acnologia? [ Again, asking nobody in particular. ] I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe it was better off, after all.

{{ OOC: Zeref's magic makes it dangerous (and possibly deadly) just to be near him, so naturally, a permissions post was mandatory. }}
01 July 2013 @ 04:29 pm
["Monster", written over her bed in blood, memories of nights spent prowling the tower with a laugh in her throat and a mindless thirst for death, and Maka wants nothing more than to lock herself in a room somewhere and never come out.

But she has to keep moving forward. She's not scared. She's not scared. It doesn't matter that she transformed for the first time while she was awake, or that she got stuck for a few long, terrifying moments with her blades out. She's not scared.

But she needs to apologize. So she finds a terminal tucked away in a hallway, and addresses the network at large, because she has no way to know the names of the people she killed.

I was one of the monsters. I killed a boy with a ponytail in the library, and a robot in the cafeteria. I'm sorry.
15 June 2013 @ 10:29 pm
[ The bob of pink appearing on the screen is much different from the first time. The last time she posted, she had been confused, but how the look on her face is rather worn and uncomfortable. There's a smile on her face, but the dejection and failure, too, is leaking from her picture on the terminal. ]

U-um! Excuse me...? I-I'm really sorry to ask but.. i-if it won't bother anyone, can you please tell me what's going on? I-it seems rather chaotic in the tower, if not m-more so. Did the administrators do something?

I'm really sorry! I just woke up, s-so.... S-sorry to be an inconvenience to everybody! I j-just need the basics.. you don't need to go into d-detail...

Thank you so much. [ And here she gives a little bow. ]

Filtered to the OU Puella Magi Cast )
20 April 2013 @ 10:39 pm
action for roommates )

[Eventually, she makes her way to the terminals, and figures out how to post.]

Anybody here know how to fight hand-to-hand? A spar would be a good way to work off some energy after last week.