♞ VII. action.

Oct. 23rd, 2011 08:08 pm
holyknights: (✘ falling victim to the fire that burns)
[Since Elliot returned to Luceti, he's taken note of how quiet the house has become. Not its inhabitants, of course—it's the lack of music that he's noticed, and it's irritating. The piano is collecting dust and hasn't been touched since before he disappeared. Rather than dwelling on the reasons that he can't play, though, he heads out to find something to do.

He ends up in Seventh Heaven, where he'll spend some time reading by himself (or staring at anyone who happens to be wearing a mask). After all, he's not really here to eat—he's here hoping that he'll get the chance to hear someone play that damn piano. There must be others who come here to play, right?

He'll be there for a couple hours before walking back to the house just in time for dinner. Seriously, what was up with those masks...?]
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♞ VI. voice & action.

Sep. 24th, 2011 04:57 pm
holyknights: (✘ forget not where I fall)
[Much like a certain Baskerville had a few months ago, Elliot Nightray wakes up in Luceti to find himself a dripping, bloody mess. Though he would love to recall just why that is, he gets the odd feeling that he just doesn't have time for that.

If he could have his way, he'd walk right to the clinic himself, but that doesn't seem like an option right now. He can barely stand, and the smell of blood isn't making him feel better. He'd never make it there alone. He reaches for the journal with a bloody hand and addresses the most important matter first.]

I... I need a doctor, or a healer, or whatever the hell you call yourselves. Now.

[He purposely doesn't state his location, but he's near the rec center if anyone happens to find him first. He is sitting by a tree, conveniently out of sight, putting pressure on one of his hands. Just follow the trail of blood.

In the meantime, he'll idly contemplate the meaning of life, death, and— why does it feel like he's forgetting something important?]
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♞ V. action & voice.

Sep. 9th, 2011 06:00 am
holyknights: (✘ face my fears alone)
[Like other days during the past few weeks, Elliot heads outside of house 53 to check on Vincent's roses. What he intended to do was take a look at them, and go back inside to tell Gil to water them. No such luck, though, when he sees a little pink thing speed past him out of the corner of his eye.

Curiosity (and annoyance) gets the best of him, and he heads to the backyard to see what's running wild in the yard. What does he see? A small pig running through the remains of the garden.

...what the hell.

He spends a moment or two chasing after the pig, but this is extremely undignified, and hell if he's going to do this all afternoon. Irritated, he heads into the house to grab his journal, and his voiced entry is short and... "sweet".]

Did anyone lose a pig?
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♞ IV. written & action.

Jul. 7th, 2011 05:13 pm
holyknights: (✘ it's something I don't want to face)
[There's a little note left over the journals today. It's directed toward his housemates, but not filtered, because Elliot Nightray doesn't give a damn about filters.]

I had some flowers planted behind the house. Get used to it.

[He doesn't expect there to be any problems, but it was a hell of a lot better than telling them personally.

Alas, Elliot's business with flowers today isn't finished yet. Because his servant has severe anger issues, there is a vase that must be replaced. It'll most likely end up broken again, but today is something of a special occasion, so Elliot will go out of his way to visit the stores and find a vase, and then some flowers to put in it.

Despite being as independent as he is, though, this isn't something he normally does. He's a Nightray, dammit. That's probably why Elliot will do his best to avoid socializing as much as he can. ...more than he already does.]
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♞ III. action.

Jun. 7th, 2011 02:57 am
holyknights: (✘ never cared for what they do)
[After finally finding an opportunity to escape from his house, Elliot makes his way through the rain to the barracks. His intent is to let some of his frustration out, but it isn't going as well as he'd like. What should be flawless techniques are interrupted when his hand freezes up, forcing him to drop his precious black blade. Multiple times.

It would take more than a stupid handicap to make Elliot Nightray give up, though. It didn't matter how frustrating it was.

Sooner or later, he'll head back, but he's not in any hurry to do so. It's been almost a week since he returned and his condition hasn't improved much at all. He hates this place. He hates it with a passion.]
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