It never gets any easier, living here.

I need advice.

[Badly filtered away from Connor, Strikes Deleted]

Suppose someone you know has a problem. And you can't kill the problem. --Suppose it's something at home, or something they are--something they think they are.

I'm not making any sense.

How do you help someone if they're upset? I've never I don't know what to do. I'm willing to try anything.

Evil sense. Weapons training. All the rest. Who has it.

And I need to find a clothespin or perfume. And take a bath. Eugh.



[ooc; Switched with Connor. Oh, and backdated a few hours because I was trying to get a reading assignment out of the way and lost track of the time. ;-;]

( Addressed to Connor||No filtering )

Drink in moderation, or you could hurt yourselves.

Zombies.

Shotguns work best. Aim for the head, it's fastest. And keep back. If they're close enough to bite, you're already a goner.

If you can't fight, get inside somewhere safe and high up. Don't try reasoning with them, even if you knew them in life. They won't recognize you.

Trust me, they'd want you to kill them if they knew.

[Hellsing family filter||unhackable]

How are you holding up?

I already remembered Masada.

Laylat al-Qadr, the birth of Jesus, and Daniel 8:15-17, now... those are new.

Thanks for not dipping into the werewolf memories. I'd sooner think about ancient history.

It looks like chaos out there.

Think I'll avoid City square for a while.


[ooc; Anything you like, dears~! I-I am posting for all three. :3 I love today hard.]

I don't miss Carl. I'm happy he's home. The Vatican's a safer place for him. Now I can leave without worrying about him, not that I really did. He can take care of himself.

I don't mind being here if I can do some good. I used to believe things happened for a reason, but now I'm not so sure.

I should stop going to church.

I wish I was still a werewolf.

It might sound strange, but I don't think I ever feel more alive than when I'm fighting to keep myself that way. Hunting monsters... true monsters, the ones that don't turn back into men when I'm done... it's the best way to bring out that feeling. To fight until you have nearly nothing left, and then finding something deeper and bringing it out, too.

And then sleeping for forty two hours straight, and eating enough for five people.

I could do without the being-thrown-into-things, but no job is perfect. And I guess the Vatican helped me, that way. I've had a hundred close calls; all of them were worthwhile. I wouldn't change anything I can remember doing.

Can't help wondering what'll happen when or if Carl and I make it back home, though.

...don't know why I told you all that.

[ooc; So my activity with Gabe has been terrible lately. D: I am aware and I apologize, and I cringe to add that it might not get much better, at least until the end of November. I'm trying to ride this month out without a hiatus, although I may cave at some point. College is getting intense. ._. I love you all, I swear.]

Dares are best.

Try me.

Threre worsew wasys to spenbd a Teusday.

[Audio]

I should be thanking the City for making me the regular kind of wolf.

As for that Arena... try not to look down on anyone fighting there? I've heard most of them were cursed. Spectators, too.

...I'm hungry.

Where are all the pockets?

And Dracula? You'd better be taking care of my hat.

Haven't written much here for a while. Transylvania curse was awful. Carl's back, but you probably knew that.

Not sure how to bring up... Maybe I should pretend it didn't happen. Being a vampire This place I'd rather not do that again.

D... Thanks. Not sure what I would've done if you hadn't been there. I owe you one.

Patrolling the forest tonight. Usually on weeknights I go to the Underground... Might be needed aboveground more, now.

Raven, when do you want to continue amusing me sword-training and meditation?

Haven't slept in 58 hours. Might be time for a nap soon.

[ooc; strikes very hackable. ETA And now I abed. Feel free to backdate this, everyone~]

I miss Carl.

Killing those monsters didn't help.

I want to go home.

Raven..?

[ooc; I know I've been terrible this week...month..err.. I'll do better. ;-; Carl was sent home for a week, or so I understand, so Gabe has been even more taciturn than ever.]

Hate this place.

Want to go home.

Send help.

Now I have no pockets.

Carl, have you seen my hat?

[Private||Hellsing filter]

Sir Integral. A question. You look busy; I'll make it quick.

[/Private]

I dislike vampires.

What's everyone talking about at Xanadu? ...Knowing this place it's dangerous, right? Amusements...

Carl? A word. Or several.

[Hellsing Filter;]

Anything new? And tell me no one was arrested hurt the other day.

[Accidental audio post]

--anything you desire. But I would not have our love be hidden away, like the desert rose, and wilt for want of light. Would that I could sing it to the highest palace spire.

Someday I shall save enough riyals, and I shall take you from this place, on the wildest Arabian horses, to a new land where we may be as open as we please.

[pause, rustling sound]

...Is this on?

[ooc; Gabe is a harem guard, professing his love for, uh, what he thinks is a eunuch-Carl. All attempts to get him to see reason will be met with really hackneyed poetic verse, probably. ETA Woo! Bed now, shall answer tags in the morning. ♥ I love you guys. :3]