Dear Cobalt,



You know you want it.

Love,

Abel

Date:	2005-08-21 17:36
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	angry
Music:	Netana Tokef

Avl here. During the trip to Scandenavia we were all pretty much dormant, but be'ratzon ha'El, things are picking up again. Sadly, they are not picking up in the, er, desired direction, as it were.

Apparently Zephkiel is shaping up quite nicely. According to the Force noxious wench Playwright, anyway. That in itself is not the problem; the real issue is how he's shaping up. What he's turning into. Well, originally he was supposed to be an Angel, which is good, albeit a source of some nervousness discomfiture for me and achi. Oh, and Lemuel, but who cares about him? Anyway, Angels in this world, though, are apparently not restricted to Angelic behaviour. Personally, I find his remarks and actions most offensive and impolite.

...he looks at me! I mean really looks, the ben-bliaal!

I fear for the safety of Kain and myself in this individual's presence. I rever the God-sent, of course, even though I am rather at odds with them, but this bastard's going to get a real kickin' soon if he doesn't stop sending those odious looks my way.

I wish Raphael was here. Whatever the quandary, I will face down my foes with courage and aggression! The men of the Ivrim are world-reknown for their cunning, strength, bravery and loyalty. I will smite all heretics, demons, and damn scary men threatening individuals menaces damn scary men with Angelic wings vile aspersers to the way of the one true God!

This strike-out tool is really handy. So long as nobody can read it later...

Date:	2005-07-29 17:56
Subject:	Nephil, Post 01
Security:	Public
Mood:	calm
Music:	The Tea Party: Angels

Sometimes, Mallory is so very EVIL.

She still owns Avl at ping-pong, though.

--Nephil.

Abel speaking.

As Kain is not available at the moment, it is my duty to inform Reek and the general public that despite the questionably "good humour" in which the former programmed the floor/ceiling mechanics to dump a bucket of ice water into the room directly below his every time his bed sank against the floor from the weight of two or more bodies, Kain does not appreciate this sort of joviality and he. Is not. Amused.

OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.

We're in! We're finally back in! I'll be damned, but if that Zeivehn Playwright just don't take all!

This signifies the beginning of my Masterplan. Now Kain shall suffer for his connection to Keer! Muwahahahahaha!

Ooh, Lem's calling. Seems he finally cheered up, now that there's gonna be another demon in the Play. Namely, me. And yes, I preen. But oh, his spirits aren't the only thing that's up, with this new announcement... must come back later for more evil plotting. Till then, playtime!

--ReEk

P.S. And isn't it awesome; Masaki and Llyradh are all in on it, too! Hmm... wonder if I can get that Elf into bed again--shut UP, Lemuel, I'm COMING--and oh! Now that Llyradh's doing it alternatively with Nephil and Lemuel, we could have an orgy! Nephil/Demon/Human/Elf cocktail... damn, I crack me up.

Sometimes, Playwrights are brilliant.

<3

Date:	2005-07-22 00:25
Subject:	ARRRRGH.
Security:	Public
Mood:	pissed off
Music:	Nickelback: Figured You Out

All your base are belong to us, hor. Heehee. Now I actually know what "all your base" is! I feel so clever. Preen, preen. Thank you, bash.org. You are truly worthy of being called a "hellish" site. Also, snooping around in Sineo's history folder can be v. enlightening. Am full of pride at being so modern. HA.

My glee doesn't last for long, though; noooo. Life is shit, and for once, it's not happening to other people.
The current Play is getting nerve-wrackingly, unbearably hideous. It's a disaster in the making, and in the damn final stages, to boot. The Playwright has made me a self-pitying, angsty, wallowing little BITCH of a demon who gets himself infatuated with every hither-and-thither comer-and-goer, and what's more, she has no idea how to get me out of that disgusting mess.
"Improvise", she says. "Flow with it!" "How do you think you were created in the first place?"

"I raped what was left of your fucking mind", said I, "and took over this broken hovel of a joint, that's fucking how."

She grimaced, though, and just turned away with a roll of her eyes, not even bothering to reply. Such gall! And to ignore ME, of all demons! I could very fucking well have her tortured for all eternity if I as much as lift a fucking finger!

...only, living accomodations would get pretty uncomfortable then, hence my admirable display of self-control. As amusing as it is to share a bed with Nephil whenever I feel like it, I'd rather not do it on a regular basis.

Anyway, back to the matter of The Catastrophe Play. Am being toyed with like a dying human, being switched between Nephil and Lennon knows who else in contest for Llyradh's affections. Not that the boy (or man, or Elf; whatever) doesn't have a nice body, yea, but I've learned that body don't make it all and DAMN if that Greek pillar stuck up his ass hasn't already caused him to belch marble at mealtimes already.

...oh, right. Mr. Marvelleous doesn't belch. He's too perfect.

Am positively distressed, and left with no sources to vent my frustration on. Reek would usually suffice, but for once--and this is astonishing, I know--he's too busy to screw, having acquired a gallon or so of water he keeps in near-zero temperatures and spending most of his time carefully inspecting our bedroom floor/Kain's ceiling, muttering about matter transferance and nonexpotential molecular filters. I would worry about him, but my libido poses far more immediate--and grave--dangers. So far, the occasional fling with Nephil has kept me from blowing apart the building, but any more of this and I'll make a move on Avl, which will consequentially cause all Heaven would break loose. Duh.

...Why can't a guy get a decent night of sex in this shithole, for chrissakes?!

And for the record, you sick Playwrights--I would so not read about the female vagina for fun. I already know all there is to know.

--Lemuel, the Distressed and (Un)Characteristically Abused

Bored. Bored bored bored.

Everybody's gone out to stage out the Play, so it's just me and the wanker kid in here. Moping, as usual. I'm booooooored--Lem's gone, so there's nothing much to do, aside from bicker with the kid. Even someone like Mallory would've been a relief--too much brains and too little ass, I say, but I'm sure she could learn how to shake her thang with enough prompting. And damn, man, that's one hell of a thang she's got there.

Am now sprawled on Lem's bed, with charred, torn, stained, or just rucked-up sheets all around me. Ah, the memories of this week were good. Very good. We'll get right back to it as soon as mah lovely fuckbuddy comes back.
Until then, though, I'm doomed to be booooorrreeeed.

It's very amusing, and yet oddly annoying how Keer is so shy around Kain. When he's not working on the current project in his studio, or passed out cold, he follows the man like a whipped puppy, nodding at everything he does and shuffling around like a half-cripple. Well, Kainy-pooh IS the only one the kid can bond to, I guess; Mallory's as cranky as a dragon, Lemuel... well, fat chance of THAT, Abel is practically a mouse, Avl just rages around and Nephil's a moving statue (I'm sure of it. The man wasn't even impressed when I jumped him and dragged him back to my place. That's freaking unnatural), so there isn't much choice left. Still, it's v. irksome that Keer wants to start a new relationship--all his RLSs are always so fucking emotional (even if that emotion is rage--see Masaki one-nighter); I'm sure it'll make him screw up his current project. That one's not just any half-dollar portrait, either; it's something important, damnit, and the Council will have my head if it fails.

...Holy shit. I am so utterly a genius. And I'm not bored anymore, either. And Kain's room is only one floor under mine and Lem's--brilliant! Am going to preen some now, then get along with plan to save project.

I love myself at times like this.

Mmm... self-love.

--ReEk

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