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Aug. 31st, 2005 @ 08:40 pm Boy of the Black Rose
Music, this is my truth, freedom
Depth of Suffering: angryangry
[OOC Note: This thread contains what could be considered Utena spoilers. It may also contain Kenshin Kyoto-arc spoilers. On the other hand, I strongly suspect that if you haven't seen the relevant episodes, any potential spoilers will not be recognizable as such.]

[Edited to add: It has been brought to my attention that some may not be aware that the thread in the last post is still going on. There is no problem with that, since a short time should elapse between the current end of the comments to the last post and the beginning of this post.]

Soujirou returns.Collapse )
Aug. 11th, 2005 @ 08:27 pm Violence, continued
Music, this is my truth, freedom
*Soujirou, who has been considering, looks up. With his usual cheerfulness:*

Mikage-san, may I have a sword?

[Since things have been at a stop here recently, I asked the moderators if I might attempt to get the plot started again. -L'I.]
Jun. 8th, 2005 @ 12:03 am Mikage, with new topic
::Mikage, on the edge of his seat, seems quite interested in late developments::

How, might I ask everyone, is violence applicable to our problems?
May. 31st, 2005 @ 10:37 pm Mikage is all saying stuff...I mean, new topic
But is fate founded upon our origins?

Perhaps it is time ::slight, cryptic smile:: to begin a discussion of childhood.
May. 24th, 2005 @ 11:47 am Mikage, staring blankly

::he continues a bit louder::

Since the last topic has been so...productive...shall we move on to a discussion of fate? The ultimate destiny?
May. 16th, 2005 @ 04:12 pm Mikage, with new topic
Well, Sephiroth has raised an interesting question, hasn't he?

What makes someone a liability?
May. 15th, 2005 @ 06:43 pm [OOC question]
So, I've been moving conversations that got very long to new threads, because I find it annoying to have to flip through pages and pages to find the end of the thread and post. Thoughts on that? Any objections?
May. 15th, 2005 @ 11:52 am Backstories, Part II

*He's not saying anything, but he's sneaking glances around the room. Akito's comment about 'they're all killers' is obviously disturbing him a tad. Even considering the source's semi-hysteria, the accusation is not sitting well with him.*


"Better, even a little better, would be something amazing...Thank you, Tsuzuki-san."


*with unruffled cheerfulness*

Don't worry, Sohma-san. I think it's better if I don't kill you now, because some people would get upset.

*He doesn't sit down, but he goes to a spot near the wall a short distance away from the crowd, where he can see everyone, and stands there in a relaxed pose.*

Is something wrong, Vash-san?

[When he says Sohma-san here, I think it's clear that he means Akito rather than Hatori.]
May. 9th, 2005 @ 12:55 am OOC: information and topics request
First, an announcement: gaudior now has full maintainer privileges on this community and is listed as co-maintainer on the info page. Sorry for not getting around to that for so long, gaudior.

Second, I would like to invite everyone to post, in the comments of this entry, possible future weekly topics. They should leave the possibility open of humorously angsty responses, as this community was started with parody in mind, but need have no other restrictions. And I...will make sure a topic is posted weekly from now on, dammit.
May. 9th, 2005 @ 12:29 am Mikage, with new topic
(A phone rings, and Mikage, who had been watching everyone quietly, sits up, his brow creasing. He looks around briefly, or, rather, *listens* around, trying to find the source of the sound, getting up and walking back and forth.

Evidently, the ringing grows quieter when he leaves the circle, for he's soon on hands and knees on the floor, prying at the smooth tiles. And one lifts to reveal an antiquated rotary-dial telephone. Mikage takes the receiver.

His expression becomes rapidly chastized and displeased.)

(to phone)"Yes, it...I..."
(he listens intently for a few minutes)
"I see...yes." (he spits the words unhappily into the mouthpiece, and the line goes dead. Mikage replaces the receiver, replaces the loose tile, and stands as gracefully as is possible for one who has clearly just been chewed out by whatever higher power is keeping everyone in this room.)

(to group)"Apparently, we are to discuss...

Backstories: when can and can't you reveal details that would seem to make understanding easier?"
May. 4th, 2005 @ 09:54 pm Vash the Stampede
*Vash knocks on door, then opens it.*

Hi, everybody. Supposedly there--

*Tsuzuki leaps from his chair.* Don't close that--

*The door slams shut, apparently by itself. Vash turns to glance at it, startled. Tsuzuki sinks back into his seat, sighs.* ...door.

*Vash is a bit confused by this, but carries on.* Ah... supposedly there's a hostage situation going on in here. So I came to see about a peaceful resolution...?

(In case anyone doesn't already know, he's from Trigun. Vash is tall, with blond hair adding about six inches to his height. His ankle-length red coat is badly bullet-riddled, and he carries a handgun.)
Apr. 20th, 2005 @ 07:23 pm Riku's introduction, Part II
[Hey, all. This thread's getting scarily long, (which is great, I'm glad people are having fun, grin) so I'm going to restart it here.]


*to Soujirou*

That's not strength. That's sadism.

And you'll be dead anyway, sooner or later. It's just that, if you think that way, no-one will care when you die.

Well. They might celebrate.


*Grins at Hisoka* Maybe everyone has a certain amount of joy they have to spread in the world, either while they're alive or when they're dead, you think? Like the old joke about Hitler dying on a Jewish holiday.

*To Soujirou, still grinning, but it's not so friendly now* And as for you- I was born in the Meiji era. I'm almost a century old and still looking pretty. I could last for another century at least and I probably will. How's that for surviving? How's that for strength?


*sort of half-smiles back when Tsuzuki grins at him.

It deepens to a small but definite smile when Tsuzuki speaks to Soujirou.*


*smiles* A century? It's only the tenth year of Meiji now. That's confusing! *scratches the back of his head*

(Soujirou continues to look cheerful. He either is oblivious or displays no reaction to any hostility directed at him.)


*thinks momentarily about the time disparity, then shrugs and continues*

All this talk about strength really only considers the strength of a person's body. Your heart's strength is more important - the strength to endure all sort of hardships instead of shutting yourself away.

*snorts* Ridding yourself of emotions isn't strength - it's just the opposite. You're really running away because you're afraid of getting hurt.
Apr. 20th, 2005 @ 03:20 pm OOC
Hm, I'm not sure if this was addressed earlier, but I was wondering - should we assume (or has it already been determined) that our characters are wearing nametags or some other form of identification? That way newer characters wouldn't have to go through the trouble of learning everybody's name. That would merely take up time, I think, despite being more realistic.
Apr. 4th, 2005 @ 09:03 pm Two new people in a row! OMG now it's Riku!
A lean teenaged boy with silver hair (see teh piccys here and here) slowly enters the room, an utterly confused - yet curious - expression on his face. He suddenly sees Kenshin still glaring daggers at Soujiro and stops. "Ooookaaay," he says slowly. "If I have to choose between this and the heartless-teeming darkness, I'm gonna go with the heartless-teeming darkness." He turns to leave, then stops as if someone has called his name. After a few seconds of standing in silence, he bursts out, "But Your Majesty, we're wasting time here! We need to get out and find Sora!" He listens for a few more moments, then snorts derisively, "I don't see how a bunch of freaks like these guys can help me... ...Your Majesty? Your Majesty!" He looks around the room wildly, searching for his invisible companion. "Damn it!" he growls, casting the people in the room an acid glare. Folding his arms across his chest, he's the spitting image of a sullen, rebellious teen. "My name is Riku," he mutters. "Apparently King Mickey is an ass and thinks this stupid little meeting is more important than finding my friends."
Apr. 1st, 2005 @ 08:43 pm Enter Soujirou
Music, this is my truth, freedom
Soujirou (to Kenshin): Ah, Himura Battousai-san! So this is where you were. *smiles cheerfully*

Kenshin: *recognizes him and immediately stands* This one will not permit you to involve others in our battles, that is. *He raises his voice for the first time and is looking serious.*

Soujirou (cheerfully): Don't worry, I'm not here to fight right now. I don't even have weapons, see? *waves his empty hands inoffensively*

Kenshin: *does not look convinced*

Soujirou (realizing people are looking at him, to the room at large): Excuse me, sorry for interrupting! I only want to watch for a while. Is that okay, Professor Mikage?

Kenshin: . . .
Apr. 1st, 2005 @ 08:33 pm Character Description: Seta Soujirou [OOC]
Music, this is my truth, freedom
Depth of Suffering: cheerfulcheerful
Seta Soujirou, from Rurouni Kenshin

Soujirou is eighteen years old, but looks younger (don't they all!). He is slight and delicate but moves with confidence. He has short black hair and is wearing hakama and kimono over a Western collared shirt. He is unarmed. His voice is soft and he frequently has a cheerful smile.

(Pictures found here.)

The only emotion Soujirou expresses (on the surface, at least) is a calm cheerfulness. Even when fighting (should this occur), he feels no bloodlust, no joy, no hatred and no regret.

(I am still trying to make up my mind on how to transliterate his name, so please bear with me.)

(If no one will talk to me, I'll talk to myself. Mwaha.)
Mar. 21st, 2005 @ 01:12 am Mikage
It's important to know what one thinks of everyone...around...and vice versa. What limits would you place on friendship?
Mar. 20th, 2005 @ 02:34 pm OOC: Co-mod-ish thoughts
Hey all-- eredien was wondering about this, so I thought I'd make a post to clarify things. It's a good idea to post comments, not by responding to someone else's comment, but by posting a new comment. This is for two reasons. For one thing, otherwise we get to the really silly position we were in a little while ago where we're so far to the right that
the conversation
and it gets annoying to read.

For another thing, if we're saying that everyone is in the same room having a conversation, then comments should go in chronological order, if that makes sense. If, say, Eiri-san said something six comments ago, then if Akito responds to that post specifically, it means that Akito has just gone back in time three minutes (and if Akito had the ability to time-travel, I think it would so have been used by now...) and commented, ignoring everything that has been said since. That makes it hard for there to be conversations with the whole group, rather than just between two people or so. In that case, if I really wanted Akito to respond to what Eiri said, then I could do what one really does in a conversation with many people, and make a new comment addressed to Eiri by name or *glance*.

Does that make sense? syonakeleste, does that sound about right?

Mar. 1st, 2005 @ 04:50 pm Not Mikage
Depth of Suffering: sleepysleepy

I've been attempting to base new topics off the current conversation so that the flow of talk goes naturally, but it occurs to me that a) LiveJournal is not particularly suited thusly anyway, and b) that gives no other roleplayer direct say in what goes on. Would it be better if I set up a list on which everyone could suggest topics?]
Mar. 1st, 2005 @ 04:43 pm Weekly topic--one week later! Wow!
Or, if the topic is perhaps too broad, let us start with friendships. How do friendships increase or decrease angst? Does just the thought of friendships have any effect? I, for one, was dismayed by my inability to form common bonds before that thought paled under the realization that I am was unable to exist outside the imagination of a despotic, supernatural...

In any event, there are numerous mitigating factors. ::looks to distract::

Kurosaki-san, start us off, won't you?
Feb. 22nd, 2005 @ 06:24 pm Mikage, with new topic
Getting back to our original list, what is it about relationships that causes angst?
Feb. 6th, 2005 @ 09:15 am Mikage
On the other hand, if you could change the world, what would you do?

::watches intently::
Jan. 12th, 2005 @ 12:35 am Mikage, amused, with new topic
It seems that many of you are in positions of authority or control great power...and yet, you are here because there are aspects of your lives that do not satisfy you. How do your powers fail to solve your problems? Do they work for you or against you?
Jan. 4th, 2005 @ 12:12 am Setsuna Meioh makes her awaited entrance
Sailor Pluto
How ironic. I'm late.

My name is Setsuna Meioh, and I suppose that since we're not allowed to keep secrets, I should mention that I'm also a sailor senshi. Pluto, the guardian of the time-space continuum.

I can see the future. And, the past. It really isn't anything impressive on either end of the spectrum.

Where do I begin, oh wise therapist?
Jan. 3rd, 2005 @ 10:55 pm Mikage, with New Topic
Continuing from the short list we've accumulated, let's turn the conversation to work. What about your work is stressful, irritating, or depressing? I believe we can all contribute to this discussion ::smiles obliviously::
Dec. 29th, 2004 @ 09:44 pm OOC
Just a suggestion I'm throwing out:

The responses are getting rather impressive. I think we've gotten to the point where you can fit one word per line, they're so indented. Might it make sense if we simply post new comments in response to previous replies? It would make it wasier to read, and it would be more linear- one person speaking at once, just like in real conversations.

Just a thought.
Dec. 25th, 2004 @ 06:07 pm OOC: Two Reminders
Several characters picked before conversations started have yet to be introduced (the deadline was November 29). Okay; it's the holidays right now, so there probably isn't a lot of time. However, if we've seen neither hide nor hair of your character by January 7, I will delete your name from beside that character on the master list, and someone else will be able to claim him/her.

Also, suggestions on all manner of things are always welcome--especially in the comments of this post.
Dec. 25th, 2004 @ 06:01 pm OOC: Rules of Combat
Depth of Suffering: contentcontent
Suicide Notes: the "Baka" song from Kill Bill (internal)
Rules of Combat

1. Mostly, we will follow the hack-and-slash method; i.e., if you get your character into something, you're responsible for getting him/her either out of it or killed. To avoid stepping on anyone's toes, please take turns aiming attacks at one another, and leave it up to the other person whether to be hit, dodge, stick out a tongue, etc.

For example:

Bad: ::Aya breaks Takatori's leg::

Good: ::Aya aims a kick at Takatori's leg::

2. If there is a significant difference in power between two combatants (e.g., Sephiroth vs. Souma Akito) such that a "real" combat would most likely end in the weaker one's death, your moderators would like to heartily suggest that those responsible for them decide the outcome beforehand (preferably outside the community, as that way it's still a surprise for the other players), whether it be an amicable solution, fatality, or a request for intervention from a moderator/another character.

2a. Please mention it to a moderator outside the community if someone's spell needs to fizzle miraculously before it reaches someone else's head. I suggest the wonder that is email.

3. Please do not interfere in combat between two characters not your own unless their handlers agree to it. Your character can determine whether or not to step in by asking the combatants. The combatants can also speak with the rest of the group while they are fighting.

[Did I forget anything, gaudior?]
Dec. 10th, 2004 @ 03:39 am New Topic
[OOC: Sorry for the wait, and I'd rather like to apologize for last week's conversation topic's being...not all that well-thought-out. Scheduling demanded that there be one, but it also demanded several hundred miles of travel. Um.

Also, an announcement: rushthatspeaks has, due to time concerns, agreed to bestow her moderatorship upon gaudior. Welcome, please, our new co-moderator, who is cheerfully kicking me to formulate useful things like, say, rules for combat ^_^]


Himura-san, Muraki-san, Tsuzuki-san, Kurosaki-san, please sit down. (::mutters:: Preferably away from one another.) We are all here for the same purpose: to discuss, and learn about, how we can overcome our suffering from angst.

::waits for named characters to sit down, then walks to the storage area and wheels forward a blackboard, setting it in place to the north of the circle::

The first step in this program is to admit that we have angst. Even so, it is the largest step we will take--together ::he looks at the entire circle, but lingers on those who had begun overtures of combat:: --and some may need to work toward making that first step. For that, we must start understanding what angst is and how it affects us.

Please think for a moment about what comes to mind when you think of angst, and then I would like to ask volunteers to step up and write some words they associate with angst on the board. Under "angst."
Dec. 9th, 2004 @ 08:19 pm [Moderately OOC]
[The lovely and talented rushthatspeaks has, unfortunately, found that she is too busy doing things like co-ordinating parts of Anime Boston (dude, cosplay human chess!) to do her moderatorly duties. She has asked me, as her wife, to take over for her.

I will do my best!]
Dec. 6th, 2004 @ 11:41 pm Sephiroth / Introduction
Depth of Suffering: curiouscurious
Hello, I'm Sephiroth. Don't bother asking about a last name, because I don't have one. That's because my father is the biggest asshole ever Gods don't need a last name. (I've got absolutely no angst relating to my father that retarded scientist Hojou.)

To introduce myself, I am the final product of long experiments by the ShinRa Corporation, and led the SOLDIER organization in the Wutai war. The man who was in charge of the experiment did not tell me anything about who I was, and all I knew was that somehow I was different from the other SOLDIERs who had only been exposed to Makou energy, rather than Mother's cells. (I suppose there was some angst in there, wondering if I was human, but that doesn't really matter anymore, I'm over it now.) But I found the truth about my creation in Nibelheim; Mother led me to find the old reports left in the lab. I was going to free Mother from those horrible machines so she could rule as the God she is, but those worthless creatures stopped me from reuniting with her. It took five years to recover, floating in the Lifestream, but I became more powerful than before, and I had Mother. We were going to become one with the planet, but the Cetra girl and my puppet wouldn't leave us alone. *Smirks at Cloud* He really does whine a lot, all about these feelings he supposedly has. It gets quite annoying when every time I try to get him to do something, he resists and then keeps insisting that I've somehow hurt those he cares about, as if any of the clones is really capable of such a thing, or as if such feelings would matter at all in the grand scheme of things for that matter.
I suppose if we really want to get into what I'm disgruntled about, some of it might come from him and his friends refusing to let the inevitable happen. /Most/ people saw Meteor and didn't come and kick my ass, I don't know whatever would make them decide to do different. Its not like ShinRa wasn't making a huge mess out of the planet as it is - Mother is a God, it is her right to be one with the planet, and to rule it. What destruction she'd be responsible for would be necessary, *looks at Cloud again* much like Nibelheim was. *Smirk*

[OOC: Mother refers to the creepy alien virus freaky thing Jenova, who is not /technically/ his biological mother. She does talk to him in his head, but she's not, er, in the room. Because it'd be even weirder than usual if he had a strange blue head sitting on his lap. It's.. a long story and filled with bad grammar, stupid spelling mistakes, and even worse translations.
As far as what he looks like - he's tall, mad sexy with long silver hair (down past his butt), broad shoulders, and wears a long black trenchcoat. For pictures, 1 2 3 (It's probably not apparent here, but his eyes are cat-slit and glow.) He's got a sword with him that's somewhere between 7-13 feet in length, but its hard to tell, as it seems to change size in all official pics and screenshots.
He's also in the icons I'll be using.]
Dec. 5th, 2004 @ 12:33 am Hisoka
mad hisoka
*low-voiced, inaudible to anyone in the room besides her*

Sir Hellsing, may I borrow your gun for a moment?
Dec. 4th, 2004 @ 07:19 pm Kenshin, to Tsuzuki
Music, this is my truth, freedom
Depth of Suffering: curiouscurious
Ano . . . Excuse me, Asato-dono . . . You mentioned that you have been dead for some time. May this one ask how this occurred and how it is that you are present here? Hisoka-dono also seems to have unusual chi, unlike that of a living person.
Dec. 1st, 2004 @ 12:03 am Mikage, with this week's discussion topic
Depth of Suffering: pessimisticpessimistic
To allow us all to begin...forming commonalities...I present a question for ::scowls:: peaceful discussion: Dealing with impractical costume elements during battle. How, one may wonder, does that hair not get in your eyes? How does a swirling cloak not get caught on everything? Where do you go to replace on short notice a school uniform that gets torn every day?
Nov. 30th, 2004 @ 11:32 am Shirou Kamui - A most unwilling participant
Depth of Suffering: pissed offpissed off
*door opens up and a tall young man wearing a backward baseball cap looks in* Ah - excuse us.. *looks around then grins* This looks like the right place.

*opens door wider and drags in a much smaller, dark hair teenager in a typical black school uniform. An extremely bouncy young girl also in a school uniform follows them, holding a box of pocky in her hands* Sorry he's late, but it was a bit of a fight to get him here.

*the boy glares at the other guy* Damn it, Sorata, I *don't* need therapy.

*Sorata pats the boy on the head* Kamui, all you these days is sulk. *pushes Kamui into an empty chair* Everyone got together and decided: we've had enough. You need to deal. Get out of your room for once.

*Kamui stares up at Sorata incredulously* Every time I leave my room, I get molested by Fuuma! Just last week, he almost grabbed me when we were out having ice cream. *glances around suspiciously* Speaking of people who don't leave their room, I thought you said Subaru was going to be here.

*Sorata sighs* Well, he's suppose to. We'll track him down later. *pokes Kamui* Now, introduce yourself to these nice people.

*Kamui slouches in the chair and scowls* Fine, I'm Shirou Kamui. I decide to try to save the world because I really loved my best friend. As my luck has it, I even fucked that up and now Fuuma is insane and evil. He alternates between trying to stab me with a sword and dragging me off to his bed. Not that I really have much of a problem with the latter, but the whole chain and blood thing is a bit of a turn off. My mother's died in a fire meant for me, my aunt gave birth to a giant sword, and I have to deal with a bunch of insane, cheerful people who won't leave me alone. *attempts to kick Sorata, but he moves out of the way* All I want out of life is my best friend back. Saving the world would be a plus, but hey - I figured that'll be asking for too much.

*Sorata beams* See, that wasn't so hard. Have fun and we'll pick you up afterwards. *walks out the room*

*The girl hands Kamui the box of pocky and leans over and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek* Just in case you get hungry or you need some comfort food. *She grins* Pocky makes everything better. *skips after Sorata*

*Kamui groans and drops his head down, almost into his lap* I shoulda became an Angel. *mutters* I bet Fuuma doesn't have to go through this.

[OOC - Kamui is *not* the picture on the icon (when I get some free time, I'll make or find an icon) ... for those of you who don't have a clue what Kamui looks like and want to know... here's one I like. Also, just for fun... Chibi!Kamui :) Hee...]
Nov. 30th, 2004 @ 03:24 am Information on setting
Depth of Suffering: accomplishedaccomplished
Map and description of world, in case you were wonderingCollapse )
Nov. 27th, 2004 @ 11:06 pm Hello.
Despite my own wishes and the lack of time that presses upon me so strongly at my family medical practice, I have joined this little group upon the advice of my therapist; in the past I have found that going against well-intentioned advice may have unpleasant repercussions and wish to avoid such a result again.

My name? Ah, I am sorry--I was distracted by the sound of the snow falling outside--Sohma Hatori.

(Hatori is in his mid-twenties, a bit pale from all the flourescent lights in his office and somewhat farsighted from staring at medical charts, x-rays, and diagnostic computer screens. He has a shock of dark brunette hair falling over one eye, and still has a lab coat on over his vest and tie--it seems he's come right from the office. He seems pleasant enough, but very quiet, and sits as far away as possible from Integra and other females present.)
Nov. 27th, 2004 @ 07:50 pm Cloud Strife.
Sailor Pluto
Depth of Suffering: irate-_-

I'm Cloud, 23. Um, spiky blond hair, big sword.

Do I have to talk about myself?

Fine. I don't know why I'm here. It's one of those things that just ended up happening. I don't have a therapist, my friends just kept nagging me to do something about my "thinking problem".

At least, that's what it's been called. Listen, I don't really wanna bother all of you with my bullshit past. It's long, and depressing.

So, I'll wait for these "exercises", and try not to wank myself into a coma. Again. Think of it as a public service.
Nov. 26th, 2004 @ 10:45 pm Mikage, intervening
Depth of Suffering: determineddetermined
My research indicates that splintering into argumentative little groups will hinder The Therapy. You are here to resolve your issues while I...nothing of importance. Talk over your...feelings. Unscheduled conflict is not productive.

::mutters distractedly:: Also, the elevator is currently broken (wasn't it always?). I'm afraid you cannot leave.

[OOC Note: I'll note specially when posting as moderator; Mikage is just another PC, and your characters should feel free to heed or ignore him (though he does seem to know a bit about what's going on).]
Nov. 26th, 2004 @ 01:04 pm Juri, to Kenshin with mild interest
The blade on your sword is reversed.

Who are you?
Nov. 24th, 2004 @ 07:02 pm OOC
Music, this is my truth, freedom

Since there are so many threads, it's hard to keep track of what is going on where, so I thought I'd point out that Kenshin has yet to introduce himself in any real sense, or even give his name (in any thread). So if someone wanted to ask him who he is or what he's doing here, this might be convenient.

Nov. 24th, 2004 @ 01:16 pm (nameless horror)
Nice to meet you, I am Johann Liebert.

I'm always waiting at the back, always watching. I understand what you are going through; I don't exactly have a happy past myself.

These feelings of sadness, be it caused by the isolation from companionship or family - I understand what it is. I feel for you, and I understand the way you feel.
Nov. 23rd, 2004 @ 09:12 pm Himura Kenshin (Introduction)
Music, this is my truth, freedom
Depth of Suffering: cheerfulcheerful
*smiles cheerfully* This one hopes one does not intrude. This one came to see if one might be of some small assistance.
Nov. 23rd, 2004 @ 12:17 am Good evening...
Depth of Suffering: devious
I am Dr. Muraki Kazutaka, a respectable and infamous physician primarily based in Tokyo, although I have been known to temporarily relocate from time to time depending on the requirements of my profession. My specialty is surgery; I have done heart transplants, for example. But I am not above prescribing for lesser ills should a patient request my services. As a doctor, I am of course beholden to aid anyone in need.

I am also interested in medical challenges; my family, which has a long line of infamous doctors, has a history of running across the most interesting cases. In fact, my own particular case has even led to - dare I say it? - an...infatuation, of sorts, with the most beautiful lovely exquisite patient that I have ever had the good fortune to meet. (Beloved, I hope you don't mind me mentioning you here ;) ) Alas, I have yet to discover the fascinating secrets with which my desire continuously taunts me. Still, I persist.

The icon there to your left is a reasonably sufficient likeness of myself; I have been (often) told that I am quite pleasing to look at, and if I do say so myself I must agree.

In my personal time I enjoy wine-tasting, dining at my friend mibu_oriya_san's restaurant, sensual sakura nights, exploring the mysticism and magic of the occult, and collecting antique dolls. My two favourites are a petite blonde lady from my childhood, and an adorable green-eyed child I found late one night while taking a stroll upon some ancient family grounds. Unfortunately, this doll has a rather distressing tendency to exhibit a few 'cracks' in its otherwise fetching demeanour, but as I am also an expert artisan I am steadily undertaking an extreme rehabilitation effort, so I expect that one day soon the problem shall be remedied once and for all.

Now...angst. I suppose on the surface one might think that I have nothing to angst about, but let me assure you, all is not as it seems. You see, my life, while eventful and interesting, has been unfortunately plagued by tragedy ever since I was a child. My mother...suffered from constant mental anguish. My father was an adulterer, and compounded my mother's and my misery by later bringing home the demonspawn bastard fruit of his affair and expecting us to assimilate said fruit into the family. Why, I don't know, but I did try to get along with the bastard the demonspawn my half-brother he who shall not be named evil twisted scumbag Saki, for a while at first, anyway, if only because I desired to please my parents (even if one of them had whored around). Sadly, Saki did not feel any such inkling of family solidarity, and in fact, he plotted and executed the murders of both my parents when I was but a teenager. He almost killed me as well, but a loyal servant intervened and shot that worthless sonofabitch piece of rescued me in time...though to this day I'm still not certain whether or not I am entirely grateful for that as by rights, I should have been the one to avenge my poor dead family.

However, because of my...shall we say, unique talents...I have plans in place to resurrect that miserable lowlife sack of dung-licking spawn Saki and smash maim slaughter shred tear apart his worthless steaming hide DO YOU HEAR ME SAKI YOU MOTHERFUCKING HELLSPAWN?!?! deal with the matter, most assuredly, even though of late I have suffered a few minor setbacks. (I just need a little 'help' from my darling beloved to do it, is all. ;) )

Other angst-sources include a dear female 'friend' who suffers from an apparently as-yet incurable disorder, whom I have promised to help, the tending of my prized doll collection (dust is something of a bother when you have as extensive a collection as I do), and any sort of occasional and unwarranted rude treatment that my beloved reserves for me whenever we meet. (Don't worry, Tsuzuki-san, I still love you! And I haven't forgotten that I still owe you those roses. :) ) Oh, and whenever mibu_oriya_san nags me about the few bad habits I do have like tracking blood in on the floor but then, that's what best friends are for. ;)

I look forward to the entertainment and information this group has to offer...

~Muraki Kazutaka
Nov. 21st, 2004 @ 07:43 pm (nameless horror)
[         ]  is a badass
Hello. I am Narumi Ayumu, and that is not in any way my picture at the side of the screen. I have, so far, been successful in my campaign to keep pictures of myself from promulgating very far over the Internet, and have no desire to destroy my own careful campaign.

I have no angst.

I am here so that I can attempt to deduce, from the evidence at hand, the nature of the entities who have caused us all to be here and are trying to make us talk about our problems. The melody of logic must eventually yield an inevitable single answer, and I, in my poor way, will work to make that answer resound.

Of course, my older brother could have done it easily and without effort, and it is a shame for all of you that he is not here in my place.

(Out-of-Character Note: Ayumu has brown hair which is short except for two side tendrils that come down in front of his ears. He wears an ordinary blue school uniform. He actually has crippling angst about his older brother, of course, so pay no attention to his protests.)
Nov. 21st, 2004 @ 07:21 pm Souma Akito, Fruits Basket.
You're right, all of you. What's the point of you being here? What have you got to complain about? Do you really think your little problems are all that significant? Do you really think anyone cares?


(Akito is thin, relatively short, and looks pale and ill. He moves languidly, draped over chairs or windows or walls-- except when he's angry. Grey-black hair, grey eyes, and sometimes he smiles. This is never a good sign.)
Nov. 21st, 2004 @ 11:58 am Hnnn...
My Obsession // ShizNat
Tch, fine, my turn, I guess.

*takes out a small cigar, lights it, then thinks for a moment before speaking*

As you may well know, or don't know, I'm Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing. And I expect you all to call me Sir Hellsing. Got that?

*calmly takes a drag out of the cigar, then folds her hands and rests her chin on them*

If you think I'm going to tell you my problems, think again. You don't need to know them.

*frowns, then glances around*

Oh, fine. I'm here because Alucard told me to go. By the Queen's Crown I hate him sometimes... damn vampires...

Really, I'm quite busy with things, is this going to be over and done with soon?

*tilts back in chair and sighs*

That's all I have to say for now. Stop bothering me with these petty things...
Nov. 21st, 2004 @ 01:41 pm (nameless horror)
Hmm. Idiots.

I'm, if you haven't realized, Yuki Eiri. Why I'm here is nobody's business.

Ugh, fine. My doctor "suggested" it.
Nov. 20th, 2004 @ 01:34 pm [OOC] Character description: Himura Kenshin
Music, this is my truth, freedom
Depth of Suffering: busybusy
Himura Kenshin: Allegedly twenty-eight or thirty, but really doesn't look it. He is small and harmless-looking, with wild red-orange hair tied back behind his neck. He has a friendly and cheerful expression most of the time. Dressed as a samurai of the Meiji Era. The katana he carries has a reversed blade, i.e. the sharp edge on the inside instead of the outside, so that he can fight without killing. (The icon is not Kenshin's sword.)

Pictures found here and here.

Introduction will follow within a few days. This one apologizes for the delay.
Nov. 19th, 2004 @ 10:06 pm An introduction.
I am Arisugawa Juri.

Let us be clear on one point: I am only participating in this "support group" because I received a letter from the End of the World suggesting that I do so. I seek nothing from any of you, and in all likelihood we will not interest each other. Let us then merely endeavor to keep out of each other's way.

This need so many people have to parade all of their personal woes before the eyes of other people is incomprehensible. Personal affairs should be kept private. This compulsion towards towards confession is a sign of weakness. I have no intention of sharing myself with people I have never even met. Perhaps you will all think twice before you do so.

I am a Duellist. My picture is on this page. If you want to know what I look like and cannot figure out such a simple problem on your own, I have no use for you.