[Voice post start, Kanda's voice sounds suspiciously UN-masculine. Ahem. XD]

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WHO'S IDEA OF A SICK JOKE IS THIS?!

[Loud swearing followed by sounds of breaking objects, /end Voice Post]

[[OOC: XD Backdated to this morning. Om-Tria is officially trashed, everyone. Guess what Kanda was changed into. Have fun, Lavi~!]]

[Screened from OU!Lavi || Hard to Hack]]

Someone moved out of our room. And then someone else moved in. Why was I not informed of this?

[/Screened]



[Private || Hard to Hack]

Now that that's over, I need to go kill something.

[/Private]

... Huh.

I'm eighteen now.

[/end voice post]

[[OOC: His birthday is June 6.]]

RIGHT. NO ONE ENTER OM-TRIA. ON PAIN OF DEATH.

Whoever did...THIS. I will find you and you are going to be sorry.

[[OOC: Pfft! Yeah, Kanda's affected.]]

Anyone who has skill in the medical field or knows how to cure fever, please come to Om-Tria. There is someone here in need of a healer.

[Private||Hard to Hack]
I hate that girl... Getting sick on me and forcing me to accompany her back to the room so she will not kill herself on her way there... and I went to the trouble of finding food for her. Sometimes, I wonder why the hell I care...

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[Screened to AU!Kurogane] 
Thank you for the food. Really. It did wonders. Now that the Indigeo is up again, have you requested your weapons yet?

[/Screened] 

...my favorite part about this entire thing is the fact that I have almost no idea what is going on. What I like even more is the fact that it is probably my own fault that it is so...It appears I am in a cemetary, of all places to end up in. Though surprisingly, it is a rather peaceful and pleasant place to be, despite all the spirits dwelling here.

If anyone would like to fill me in on what has happened recently, I would appreciate it. In the future, I think it would be a good idea for me not to disappear completely from society again, however inviting and pleasant the prospect may be. 

From what I can see, we are able to request barracks? I will request Om-Tria. Whoever is already there or is planning on rooming there, plan to be ignored most of the time. I am not a very social person and I do not ever plan on becoming one. 

[[OOC: So, I decided that Kanda really needs to post now and be revived because I feel sorry for him. I took up Kurama and then kind of ditched him. XD So, I'm making up to him. My excuse for his unactiveness is that he went into one of his antisocial bouts and completely isolated himself from society, therefore causing him to not know what the hell is going on. Enlighten him, people. Strikes legible if you try to read them.]] 

...I shall refrain from commenting on the Dor building...

But I do say that the protest is really getting on my nerves. Quit rolling off your anger in waves! There are people here who are affected by this and are not happy with the disturbance! I say that if you really hate it that much, grab some old rags and clean it up! You achieve nothing by complaining!

To those who actually like the new color of the Dor building...once again, no comment. And yes, I am aware what substance that red color actually is.

I have now officially stayed awake for 3 days, courtesy of you abnormal people. Please contain yourselves, it is not fun being assaulted by spirit waves every hour of every day.

If I do not sense any ebb in the currents of disturbance in the atmosphere, I shall have to do something drastic.

Also, as an after-thought, do the cuffs react to property damage? Because if they do, why did the decorator not get stopped by their cuff?

[beep, start of voice post]

[sounds of frustration, rustling cloth]

[thump]

"Damn it all, they just won't quit!"

[thump, crack of wood on another object] [incoherent cursing]

[quiet muttering]

"Just ignore the vibrations, concentrate on the forms..."

[swishing of object slicing through air, rustling cloth]

"That is it! I can't even train properly with all this Sound! Damn this place to hell!"

[sound of rustling cloth, footsteps coming closer]

"That Indigeo better have a solution for thi--"

[silence]

"Oh, SHI--! How do you turn this thing off?! DAMMIT TO HEL--"

[beep, end of voice post]

((OOC: Kanda hasn't slept for a day, due to his ability to "hear'" disturbances in the Spirit World around them. Because of the presence of so many strange beings all in the same place, the Spirit World around him is bombarding him with wave after wave of vibrations on his conscience. He has a headache, has not slept for hours, and was trying to train to forget about it. It wasn't working. Therefore, he is going OOC by losing his temper and swearing. ^_^ Another side of Kanda...let this be a lesson to you. Never keep Kanda from his beauty sleep. And also, try not to provoke him or he will get violent with that staff of his...))

It seems that I have been given a permanent residence here. The naming and numbering systems they use here is...unique.  The room I have been assigned is called Paj-Tessera.  It is at the Southern side of this walled place. Once again expressing my opinions, it is very strange. Something I must get used to, living here.

I have also been told that I will not be alone, but instead will be sharing with three others. I admit that though it would usually annoy me that I must share my living quarters, I am rather curious of them and would very much like to know what they know about this place called Econtra and what their views are on everything. Just one of the many adaptations I must make in order to orient myself with my new surroundings. Once I have a better understanding of this place, I fully intend on returning to my previous and preferred solitude.

My requisition to the Indigeo has not been verified, nor has it been commented on. While the clothing I requested are not urgent, as my current attire is clean and unsoiled, the explanation is much needed. If this Indigeo does not reply to my requests, I may do something I will regret for the cause of finding information.

Perhaps later on, I may explore the area and see what is in for myself and what is available.  I must also test the limits of this place and of this white thing encircling my wrist. This annoyance they call a cuff. It has successfully zapped me at least once. While not being particularly painful, as I have been in several worse situations, it has made me wary of its powers and also of what limits it has put on me. I intend to test it as soon as I can.

I only remember stepping outside of the shrine into the cool night air before being so rudely shipped off to this place. No permission for being pulled into another world, no apology. The gods must love me. The only blessing was that my staff had been transported here with me.
When they offered me a drink, I was still conscious enough to be wary of this offer. To be honest, I truly thought I had passed on and I was now in the presence of spirits. Later, I learned that it was far from that.

All my life, I had wanted to free myself from the bonds and duties of the shrine, free to wander and achieve my goal. Here was my chance, shoved onto me whether I liked it or not.

What he said, I am not entirely sure I completely understand. What I deduced was that I was in another world, not my own. Is it possible? Is it truly possible for other worlds to exist besides the Spirit world and the Human world? What did he mean by “real world?” Was my world a fake?

One thing was for sure. It was clear that I had been given two choices: Stay and ado to their wishes, or die. My answer is obvious.
I have someone I must find. My death will not solve anything. Though this was not exactly what I had in mind, I shall try it. A chance at a new life. Whether it will become my world or just another cage is undetermined.