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❧ 020 ❧ Open Comment Log
Aug. 25th, 2012 05:17 pm[The fallen arch-angel spent very little time in his room as of late, having been laid out for an entire week due to his punishment with the additional effect of being human. He knew that several residents of this place would want to confront him about why he committed such an act. He didn't have a convincing arguement for them and probably lose those he considered 'friends' along with the advantages he had with them. Not like that was something to be concerned about in the first place.
He decided to shift in to a form of a woman, wearing one of the dresses he gathered from the clothier tower at an earlier date before moving to wander the barracks. Sometimes with a confused expression or seeking for someone to spend time with.]
He decided to shift in to a form of a woman, wearing one of the dresses he gathered from the clothier tower at an earlier date before moving to wander the barracks. Sometimes with a confused expression or seeking for someone to spend time with.]
❧ 019 ❧ Video
Jul. 27th, 2012 07:53 pm[As the recording starts, Sandrath is seen leaning against his handmade chair and is exhaling smoke from a cigarette. From the hand that is visible and holding the lit stick of tobacco, it is covered almost fully with letters from the Keep tattoo.]
I wonder how long someone has gone without posting at this place.
[A small chuckle escapes him as he twists the hand with the text on it before extending his arm up to reveal the trail that goes under his shirt sleeve.]
Then again, I think I just ruined my chances at being a contender for the 'title'.
[There's a brief eye roll as he lowers his arm and takes another intake of toxins before breathing out more smoke. There's a small scoff as he shakes his head, a small grin taking its usual place on his lips.]
But enough about me. What are you doing to keep yourself from going insane as we wait with anticipation for the return of those who decided to search for answers?
I wonder how long someone has gone without posting at this place.
[A small chuckle escapes him as he twists the hand with the text on it before extending his arm up to reveal the trail that goes under his shirt sleeve.]
Then again, I think I just ruined my chances at being a contender for the 'title'.
[There's a brief eye roll as he lowers his arm and takes another intake of toxins before breathing out more smoke. There's a small scoff as he shakes his head, a small grin taking its usual place on his lips.]
But enough about me. What are you doing to keep yourself from going insane as we wait with anticipation for the return of those who decided to search for answers?
❧ 018 ❧ Text / Open Comment Log
May. 10th, 2012 05:00 pmI guess it has come to this. I'm requesting an opponent to spar against.
If anyone is interested, meet me outside the barracks.
- Sandrath
[The fallen arch-angel is sitting on the fence, within the vicinity of where he stated he would be. He's looking through the journals, appearing to be distracted but he'll know if someone approaches due to his 'sensing' ability.]
If anyone is interested, meet me outside the barracks.
- Sandrath
[The fallen arch-angel is sitting on the fence, within the vicinity of where he stated he would be. He's looking through the journals, appearing to be distracted but he'll know if someone approaches due to his 'sensing' ability.]
❧ 017 ❧ Text
Apr. 25th, 2012 07:21 pmBy the look of things, this recent turn of events has caused a bit of a rift of trust between the staff and residents. Granted there really wasn't much to begin with...
Now, I wonder what would the staff do if someone hadn't sub-dued the creature already. Would they have let it roam free or actually corner it somewhere it couldn't hurt their precious guests? Perhaps they're immune to that 'curse' that was mentioned, but I am only speculating... Then again, maybe they do enjoy watching those with hero complexes risk their lives despite the warning that was given?
I know many of you are demanding answers and yet you don't take in consideration one thing. Perhaps they can't explain much because of an oath they took before agreeing to work for the 'Lord' of this place. If they broke it, they die or something horrible happens. I've seen it before and its usually not pretty.
- Sandrath
Now, I wonder what would the staff do if someone hadn't sub-dued the creature already. Would they have let it roam free or actually corner it somewhere it couldn't hurt their precious guests? Perhaps they're immune to that 'curse' that was mentioned, but I am only speculating... Then again, maybe they do enjoy watching those with hero complexes risk their lives despite the warning that was given?
I know many of you are demanding answers and yet you don't take in consideration one thing. Perhaps they can't explain much because of an oath they took before agreeing to work for the 'Lord' of this place. If they broke it, they die or something horrible happens. I've seen it before and its usually not pretty.
- Sandrath
❧ 016 ❧ Open Comment Log
Apr. 10th, 2012 04:21 pm[Sleep was something Sandrath barely experienced through-out his life. There were only a few instances that forced him to rest, or in this case, a higher power.
He didn't know what to make of the dream, since he was being held captive by some strange organization that was made of several angels, hybrids and humans. He was vulnerable due to his body filtering and they ran tests on him while constantly under surveillance.
Then suddenly, two adults were introduced to him. Katerina and Elias. They were his kids. The woman definitely looked familiar, as if he had seen her before at the Keep.
That's when he awoke and found himself on the stone floor of his room. After pushing himself up and off the ground, he found himself pre-occupied with the dream that he didn't bother to switch in to a disguise. He collected a new set of clothes before moving towards the door, intending to head towards the thermal pools.]
He didn't know what to make of the dream, since he was being held captive by some strange organization that was made of several angels, hybrids and humans. He was vulnerable due to his body filtering and they ran tests on him while constantly under surveillance.
Then suddenly, two adults were introduced to him. Katerina and Elias. They were his kids. The woman definitely looked familiar, as if he had seen her before at the Keep.
That's when he awoke and found himself on the stone floor of his room. After pushing himself up and off the ground, he found himself pre-occupied with the dream that he didn't bother to switch in to a disguise. He collected a new set of clothes before moving towards the door, intending to head towards the thermal pools.]
❧ 015 ❧ Audio
Mar. 15th, 2012 09:39 pmI finally came to my conclusion of who should get the microwave from my previous entry. I believe that person's name is... Sollux?
[He's not entirely sure if he pronunced that properly or not, considering he heard it from Shalnark.]
So, if you're still interested, leave a reply. As for everyone else, sorry. First come, first serve.
[A small chuckle escapes him as he ends the recording.]
[He's not entirely sure if he pronunced that properly or not, considering he heard it from Shalnark.]
So, if you're still interested, leave a reply. As for everyone else, sorry. First come, first serve.
[A small chuckle escapes him as he ends the recording.]
❧ 014 ❧ Video
Mar. 2nd, 2012 06:41 pm[As the recording starts, Sandrath is visible and lounging on his bed while spinning those golden booty shorts on a finger. He seems rather amused right now as he addresses the journal.]
I'm assuming this and the microwave are rewards from winning that brawl.
[He takes a moment to shift the journal to the microwave.]
I really have no use for this. So, if someone would love to take it off my hands, feel free.
I'm assuming this and the microwave are rewards from winning that brawl.
[He takes a moment to shift the journal to the microwave.]
I really have no use for this. So, if someone would love to take it off my hands, feel free.
❧ 013 ❧ Video
Feb. 14th, 2012 03:37 pm[As the recording starts, the journal appears to be held out in front of Sandrath, but not directly. Instead its at an angle in which the viewer is looking down at him.
He's smirking a bit as he reclines on what appears to be a half-finished therapist's sofa. Not too far away, a jar with a heart sits on his bed.]
Since it's Valentine's Day, I bet there's a lot of lonely people here today. I'm willing to offer comfort or company, if there's need for it since I am available.
[He turns slightly and reaches for the jar with the heart, bringing it in to view.]
As for this, I'm quite amused to find it in my room. I feel like someone is after my own heart.
[He gives a laugh.]
Or perhaps its suggesting that we should wear our 'hearts' on our 'sleeves'?
[He gives a small shrug before ending it.]
(ooc: For those he knows and where they call 'home', there might be a small bundle of flowers sitting at their doors with a tag mentioning its from him.)
He's smirking a bit as he reclines on what appears to be a half-finished therapist's sofa. Not too far away, a jar with a heart sits on his bed.]
Since it's Valentine's Day, I bet there's a lot of lonely people here today. I'm willing to offer comfort or company, if there's need for it since I am available.
[He turns slightly and reaches for the jar with the heart, bringing it in to view.]
As for this, I'm quite amused to find it in my room. I feel like someone is after my own heart.
[He gives a laugh.]
Or perhaps its suggesting that we should wear our 'hearts' on our 'sleeves'?
[He gives a small shrug before ending it.]
(ooc: For those he knows and where they call 'home', there might be a small bundle of flowers sitting at their doors with a tag mentioning its from him.)
❧ 012 ❧ Video
Feb. 11th, 2012 03:02 pm[There's an amused laugh escaping the arch-angel as he lingers by the doorway of his room. He pans his journal to those bustling about.]
How interesting. At this rate, this place might become a city with all these people here.
I bet several of our current residents can act as guides if you happen to be lost.
[A wide grin takes to his features.]
...I look forward to what some of you can do during the tournament.
How interesting. At this rate, this place might become a city with all these people here.
I bet several of our current residents can act as guides if you happen to be lost.
[A wide grin takes to his features.]
...I look forward to what some of you can do during the tournament.
[As the recording starts, the lower half of the footage is covered with dark hair and the rest is a hallway of the barracks. There's some grumbling and a loud stomach growl as San moves slightly to look at the journal. He doesn't look like his usual awake self, but instead drowsy and constantly fighting his closing eyelids. Even his voice has taken a blow, becoming quiet and slightly muffled by the pages.]
I require some... assistance again.
[There's a moment of silence and lack of movement. It was becoming harder for him to think clearly and the words he was searching for eluded him. He just wanted to sleep.]
On the second floor... I think...
[He trailed off and his voice was replaced with soft breathing. Being turned human sucked.]
I require some... assistance again.
[There's a moment of silence and lack of movement. It was becoming harder for him to think clearly and the words he was searching for eluded him. He just wanted to sleep.]
On the second floor... I think...
[He trailed off and his voice was replaced with soft breathing. Being turned human sucked.]
❧ 010 ❧ Audio
Jan. 11th, 2012 08:08 pm[The fallen arch-angel has been putting off communicating with the outside world for a bit too long. By the time he finally gets around to broadcasting, he sounds rather annoyed.]
To those who may be concerned, I'm still alive in kicking and back to normal.
That is all.
[There was a small scoff from him as he closed the book.]
To those who may be concerned, I'm still alive in kicking and back to normal.
That is all.
[There was a small scoff from him as he closed the book.]
❧ 009 ❧ Audio
Dec. 26th, 2011 04:02 pm[Having died again, Sandrath was without his memories once more. He didn't understand why he felt so strange and sick in his current body. Unlike the previous time, he did not flee from his room. He was distracted by the candle that was lit in his room and the endless darkness that surrounded him.
Some time later, he found his journal and flipped through its pages. Most things that were mentioned went over his head, but understood that this was some way of communication.
With some hesitation, he activated the book to broadcast. As he spoke, he sounded nothing like his usual confident self.]
H-Hello? Is... this some kind of... test?
Some time later, he found his journal and flipped through its pages. Most things that were mentioned went over his head, but understood that this was some way of communication.
With some hesitation, he activated the book to broadcast. As he spoke, he sounded nothing like his usual confident self.]
H-Hello? Is... this some kind of... test?
❧ 008 ❧ Video
Dec. 18th, 2011 04:58 am[The recording starts off with a shot of San's room and off to the side, one can spot a chair currently being worked on. A hand with a silver pendant with a blue gem moves in to the shot from above.]
I believe this belongs to someone? I found a black cat running off with this, although it managed to leave a few marks after I grabbed it.
I believe this belongs to someone? I found a black cat running off with this, although it managed to leave a few marks after I grabbed it.
❧ 007 ❧ Open Comment Log
Dec. 16th, 2011 03:43 am[Ever since his small snow war between Kloe and himself, Sandrath was prowling the Keep as a cat. The main reason he remained in this form for now, was to be warm and perhaps snuggle up with a few residents that lived in the barracks.
The black cat could be found on any floor, while avoiding the snow at all cost.]
The black cat could be found on any floor, while avoiding the snow at all cost.]
❧ 006 ❧ Audio
Dec. 11th, 2011 10:34 pm[As the recording starts, the only sound is heard belongs to Sandrath's footsteps and the man humming a tune. A few moments later, he stops walking but the song is still going.]
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful and since we've no place to go... Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow.
[There's laughter from him.]
Well, this certainly puts a damper on my plans. I guess I'll have to move my project inside before it continues to snow like this.
[A small scoff is heard.]
I guess this will be my apology to my neighbors for the noise.
[San can be found out and about the barracks or meandering through the snow to retrieve his project.]
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful and since we've no place to go... Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow.
[There's laughter from him.]
Well, this certainly puts a damper on my plans. I guess I'll have to move my project inside before it continues to snow like this.
[A small scoff is heard.]
I guess this will be my apology to my neighbors for the noise.
[San can be found out and about the barracks or meandering through the snow to retrieve his project.]
❧ 005 ❧ Video
Nov. 11th, 2011 04:09 pm[The recording starts off with a shot of the Keep's sky. There's a sound of someone moving about in water as the angle starts to shift down to Sandrath's face, who was dripping wet. He grins a bit before exhaling some air to move some stray bangs out of his face.]
What I find interesting is the hospitality of this place. Practically everything here is free and I find that kind of strange. Normally, most things have a price on them. So, the guy in charge must be sorry for royally messing up or decided on making us pay by taking care of whatever crazy shenanigans that show up. For example, what happened at the Halloween party.
[He takes a moment to slick back his hair with a free hand.]
...Anyway, I don't have to state about the dead bird situation since it's been already told a few times before. You're welcome for not having to pull any out of the hot springs. For now.
What I find interesting is the hospitality of this place. Practically everything here is free and I find that kind of strange. Normally, most things have a price on them. So, the guy in charge must be sorry for royally messing up or decided on making us pay by taking care of whatever crazy shenanigans that show up. For example, what happened at the Halloween party.
[He takes a moment to slick back his hair with a free hand.]
...Anyway, I don't have to state about the dead bird situation since it's been already told a few times before. You're welcome for not having to pull any out of the hot springs. For now.
❧ 004 ❧Text
Oct. 27th, 2011 08:10 pmSo, I heard there was a party coming up. Any ideas of when and where it'll be taking place?
( Sealed to Doctor Kloe Bishop )
- Sandrath
( Sealed to Doctor Kloe Bishop )
- Sandrath
❧003 ❧Accidental Video & Open Comment Log
Oct. 24th, 2011 03:13 pm[The angle of the recording was off, as if someone had accidentally hit it and the view displayed a room, along with majority of a person's body. By the tone of his voice, he was frightened and confused.]
--at is wrong with me!? ...T-This... this is not right!
[He takes a step backwards before glancing around at his surroundings.]
I should not be here... I am not suppose to be here!
[He steps past the journal and the sound of a door being open is heard. Not long afterwards, its closed and silence takes over. Thirty seconds pass before the recording ends.
Sandrath can be found wandering the Keep, although trying his best to avoid people and busy areas.]
--at is wrong with me!? ...T-This... this is not right!
[He takes a step backwards before glancing around at his surroundings.]
I should not be here... I am not suppose to be here!
[He steps past the journal and the sound of a door being open is heard. Not long afterwards, its closed and silence takes over. Thirty seconds pass before the recording ends.
Sandrath can be found wandering the Keep, although trying his best to avoid people and busy areas.]
[It didn't take long for Sandrath to be wandering the halls of the Keep after scanning through the journals. Somehow, the lifeless pumpkins suddenly gained the ability to speak. They called out to him with various tones as he passed by, glancing at each carved structure. If it was true, one of these vegetables had his face on it or perhaps someone he knew.
At the end of the hallway, he found what he was looking for.
He stared down at the staked pumpkin with a scowl. It was laughing maniacally ever so often as it murmured secrets. Things that Sandrath would rather not have other people hear. He could have burned it or perhaps sliced it up with a weapon, but no, he decided to take the simplest of approaches...
He lifted the vegetable off its pike and his expression changed to a cruel grin as the pumpkin started to scream in agony. He did not flinch when it started to 'bleed' and continued to hold it until it fell quiet.]
So that's how I sound like if I screamed.
[He was silent for a moment, considering a thought.]
...If I die, will I go out like this?
At the end of the hallway, he found what he was looking for.
He stared down at the staked pumpkin with a scowl. It was laughing maniacally ever so often as it murmured secrets. Things that Sandrath would rather not have other people hear. He could have burned it or perhaps sliced it up with a weapon, but no, he decided to take the simplest of approaches...
He lifted the vegetable off its pike and his expression changed to a cruel grin as the pumpkin started to scream in agony. He did not flinch when it started to 'bleed' and continued to hold it until it fell quiet.]
So that's how I sound like if I screamed.
[He was silent for a moment, considering a thought.]
...If I die, will I go out like this?
