alunatic: (done yet?)
I'm not playing in the snow.
alunatic: (done yet?)
It's shiny and bright and loud outside.

I don't like it.
alunatic: (done yet?)
Ah. You may think you can assist with the dinner, dear rival, but I'm afraid that you can't leave me out of it.
alunatic: (wait... what?)
Honestly. Even if one of your senses were to disappear, you have several others to rely on.

Panic is such a useless thing.
alunatic: (done yet?)
Is it midnight yet?
alunatic: (done yet?)
Boredom. This is what all of you people are sniveling about recently, and quite frankly, no one cares that you're bored to tears.

Find a hobby, if you're having such trouble in occupying your time.

It certainly is not my responsibly nor the rest of the mansion's to be sure that you are entertained.
alunatic: (done yet?)
There.

Are you happy.

I would say "my, how strange the mansion looks" but quite frankly, I was expecting something rather odd to happen. This isn't so bad.


[ooc: Saix is dressed as a Highlander, as per Con's suggestion.]
alunatic: (done yet?)
I'm not celebrating.
alunatic: (NO I AM NOT DOING VEXEN)
KNOCK BEFORE YOU COME RUNNING INTO MY ROOM.
alunatic: (done yet?)
...Far too drafty.
alunatic: (i keel you good)
Today looks smashing.

I have a new master already, the cards say there will be a big change (oh, really, BIG SURPRISE), and my hair is a bloody mess!

What a rat's nest! I'm damn well near to shaving it all off. What a bother!

My master smells like a chemistry set.


[ooc: Saix has forgotten being Saix, and only remembers being his Other: Ais.]
alunatic: (done yet?)
For all newcomers.

I find I lack the patience for senseless questions.
alunatic: (i'm a little speechless)
Stop knocking, you loudmouthed imbecile, I am not opening the door for your convenience.
alunatic: (done yet?)
For the record, my last name isn't Vanilla.
alunatic: (SNARL!)
Absolutely ridiculous.

The home economics classroom should suffice for several of the students, should you feel the need to hide yourselves temporarily.

Ms. Lockhart, if you could barricade the students properly; I believe I need to go sharpen my knives.
alunatic: (done yet?)
Jocks can't cook.

End of discussion.

It's been about 24 hours and I'm still chipping off what's left of this black mass in the oven.

I will be finished before class, of course.

Remember: it is Saix-sensei. Not anything else. Saix. Do you understand me?
alunatic: (i keel you good)
This Kai person will shortly be nothing more than a mere mess on the wall.

You should know who you're attacking before you plan to do so.
alunatic: (done yet?)












... That wasn't chocolate cake.
alunatic: (DIGIMON EVENT)
I should like to reinforce this idea:

I am not a dog. I am not a wolf.

Do not insinuate as such.

To the mansion:

This goes for you, too.
alunatic: (done yet?)
People have spoken of stray notes on the floor. I've not, of course, seen them myself. However, I do smell one scent chasing another.

So you question yourself: what is the point of these journal pages around the mansion?

I have not the answer, but perhaps there is a point to them. Shall they indicate a clue of sorts?

Just a suggestion. I've not a care of the matter myself.


EDIT:

Also, it seems we have new arrivals. Oh, lovely; fresh meat.

Induldge yourselves with Scar's rather helpful guide. I have no patience in repeating myself again and again.
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