AIM: thy major arcana
MSN: grandiosie
IJ: sorairo

Think I'm doing it wrong? Doing it right? Don't hesitate to give me constructive crit because omg this girl is a genius and I am obviously, not :| I'm bound to mess up! So I'd love feedback, so long as it's not flames, because god I will delete that forever. Ahem.

Anon is optional, IP logging is off and all comments are screened! Much love.~

tags: ! ooc

[Have a good view of Kiseki's resident girl genius. From the angle of the journal, it most likely fell to the floor not too long ago and simply, accidentally, switched on by itself. The killings that were recorded all throughout the network were not lost on Satsuki, and for a minute, maybe those who don't know her that well will think "She must be so saddened by the losses!"

Wrong.

Her eyes are closed, and a peaceful expression is set on her face. After a while, she opens them and looks at the fallen journal. Her apathy is well intact, but...there's something else. And that something else -- that unexplainable urge, beyond her logic and sense -- made her smile. An eerie, ghost of a smile. It gives nothing away. She walks towards the device and grabs it, and switches it off.]


((OOC: Okay! So here's the deal guys |D Satsuki is, at the moment, by the train station. She'll be making rounds up till the arcade and theater as well. Basically to places with technology she can manipulate. She's been possessed by Kiseki, hoshit. If you haven't guessed yet, her method of murder for today is -- what a surprise, her goddamn wires ♥ I WAS SERIOUS WHEN I SAID GET READY TO BE IMPALED. All that said, who wants to be killed by little miss spandexpants? Commentlogs are a-okay!~ And yeah, even if she remembers who she kills/battles, lol as if she'll care. Also, if this needs mod permission for the sole reason of Satsuki hooking herself up to the train station's mechanisms to kill people who pass by and so on and so forth, please tell me right away so I can clear it up :D))

mood: indifferent tags: /hurls trains, happy anniversary kiseki!, pwned by computers, step up ladies and gents, whoosh you're dead, you get a prize if you survive

A far cry from Tokyo. Perhaps it is in irony that I find myself in a place close to the typical image of "paradise". But "paradise" is predictable. Boring. Stagnant. Repetitive. Much like the world of humans.

This [the pages are being rapidly flipped.] won't do at all. It's interesting, but won't be interesting enough. The possibility of BEAST existing in this realm is as low as 0.000032526% as well. Maybe Yuuto is

But still. There must be something worth my time here. Something...amusing. I'll have to wait and see.

((OOC: Strikes are thoughts!))

mood: exanimate tags: 8|, another day another dollar, mai sweat yuutoh, unimpressed, where is the logic