emeraldwater

Goodbye.

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 19:16:36 +0100

Yep. I’m leaving forever.

I’ve been thinking and thinking about this and, in the end, I think it’s better if I just leave this account. Even if I love roleplaying Jack and everything, I just can’t deal with the threads anymore. I don’t have so much free time, and when I have it I’m too tired for roleplaying. And when I have free time and I say ¨Hey let’s rp¨, I enter in this account and… stay for a while before logging off again without having anything done. I can’t keep on saying to the roleplayers who still rp with me ¨Oh, I’m sorry, I’m late again¨, ¨Yes, I owe you a reply since October, I’m sorry!¨, ¨I will have the thread done soon!¨, because… yeah. I can’t keep on promising something I’m not sure I will be able to do. It’s not fair at all, and less to the people I’m roleplaying with.

I can’t catch with the dashboard neither— which is kinda sad. I mean, what’s the point of being in an Independant Community if I can’t even catch with the dashboard, and see how all the other roleplayers are doing, or without having random crack threads as I used to have before? I had problems to catch the dashboard/be part of the community before (because, well, almost all the roleplayers are from America, so they have a completely different time zone from mine, so I normally missed a lot of funny things because of this), but… that was different, I guess. Also, the fact that almost all my rp partners are gone as well doesn’t help neither.

So… yeah. I first thought of just not coming back to this account, but I think it was rather rude doing that, since at least I wanted to say ¨goodbye¨ and all. After all, I had a lot of funny moments in this community, and I’m going to miss it.

If anyone is interested to keep in touch with me (or if you never had roleplayed with me but somehow you want to talk with me or anything), you can follow me in my personal, thegirlscage, or you can add me to skype. My skype username is alicexinaba. You can add me if you want— but please, if you do it, tell me who you are, or the url of your blog, so that I can recognize you and I don’t think you’re a random bot. Feel free to come an add me/talk me, really. I would be more than happy for that.

So, thank you for everything!

P.S: I’m not going to delete this blog because I have a lot of good moments here, and I want to keep on having them.

P.S2: If you want to message me, message me to my personal. I won’t reply to this account anymore. Just sayin’.

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Sat, 17 Nov 2012 13:00:10 +0100

All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way...

Fri, 16 Nov 2012 16:17:53 +0100

All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do. ♔

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Tue, 13 Nov 2012 20:29:35 +0100

"I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 20:20:22 +0100

“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”

- Pablo Neruda (via pythons)

Human beings in a mob What’s a mob to a king What’s a king to...

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 20:19:29 +0100

Human beings in a mob

What’s a mob to a king

What’s a king to a god

What’s a god to a non-believer

Jack Vessalius ♦ | 7 days till the retrace | {3/7}

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 20:10:24 +0100

Jack Vessalius ♦ | 7 days till the retrace | {3/7}

she-sat-on-a-wall: emeraldwater started following she-sat-on-a-wall She’d seen him before,...

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 21:04:53 +0100

she-sat-on-a-wall:

emeraldwater started following she-sat-on-a-wall

She’d seen him before, wondering around the gardens with that pink-haired lady whom he seemed to bother so much. Strange that he hadn’t come to her earlier, perhaps he was much more interested in speaking with…-yes, it seemed as if both of them had become rather good friends. At least, knowing how he was, the fact that he tolerated the blond in his presence was something new.

“Jack Vessalius” she sighed and leaned a bit more against the balcony to appreciate the view. Soon the sun would start to go down. She never liked sunsets.

“Are you here to learn more about my chain?”

It was the first time he had approached that woman. She was different from any other Baskerville he had seen. While the others had a clear family bond between them, that woman always seemed to want to remain in the shadows, stay in the distance from everybody. The only exception was her master Glen—

And now, he was also one.

The Vessalius smiled kindly, as his emerald eyes observed her with attention.

¨I have heard amusing things about your chain, miss Celia, and I couldn’t help but want to know more about it. I hope it doesn’t bother you.¨

youaredeceptivelycomplex: to the people who have followed me lately that I did not greet

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 20:54:31 +0100

youaredeceptivelycomplex:

to the people who have followed me lately that I did not greet

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 20:52:11 +0100

I have to answer: Oz (little-duke-oz) Alice (theroomsnotalightforagrey) Alyss (forgotten-wish) Asha...

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 21:52:07 +0100

I have to answer:

Oz (little-duke-oz)
Alice (theroomsnotalightforagrey)
Alyss (forgotten-wish)
Asha (dustfrom-thebutterfly)

People who has to answer me:

Lacie (i-shall-fall)
Glen (solus-in-tenebris)

Everytime it snows, I remember those days…

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 21:25:20 +0100

Everytime it snows, I remember those days…

You’re pushing me away from you & there’s nothing I can do

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 20:55:12 +0100

You’re pushing me away from you & there’s nothing I can do

~ShionMion

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 20:54:55 +0100

~ShionMion

soundless-bluebird replied to your post: ¨A couple of people… stopped following me…!¨ … [[I...

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 20:49:14 +0100

soundless-bluebird replied to your post: ¨A couple of people… stopped following me…!¨ …

[[I lost 4 followers in a group…they all went at once O_O]]

Perhaps they all deactivated at the same time? o.o

theroomsnotlightforagrey replied to your post: ¨A couple of people… stopped following me…!¨ …

(( I’m sorry bby. ;A;))

Actually I’m not that sad, but I find curious that they unfollowed me when I’m slowly starting to post more. It’s like ¨Wut, why, I am trying to be active, I swear!¨. But thank you!

What IF ____________ finish it on my askbox

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 20:44:46 +0100

¨A couple of people… stopped following me…!¨ ¨WAIT, WAIT PEOPLE, COME BACK. COME BACK,...

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 20:39:31 +0100

¨A couple of people… stopped following me…!¨

¨WAIT, WAIT PEOPLE, COME BACK. COME BACK, PLEASE. I CAN CHANGE, I PROMISE. I WILL STOP DECEIVING PEOPLE AND TRY TO DESTROY THE WORLD AND— Wait I’m not doing that. BUT STILL, COME BAC—¨

And at that moment someone threw my muse a chair and he passed away.

The end.

運命| A Fateful Meeting {Closed}

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 20:33:08 +0100

solus-in-tenebris:

So much had taken place in such little time, even if the entire span of time had been one hundred years since he and Jack Vessalius had lived. But it didn’t matter. What was important was that the man that had tried to destroy the world by bringing it into the Abyss was once again free and trying to pull his plans back together. It wouldn’t happen again, Glen would make sure of it. Glen Baskerville would stop Jack Vessalius once more, this time for the final time. There was no need for such chaos to occur so often, even if it hurt the noirette more than anyone else.

He had to confront his best friend, after all. His best friend that had made his niece take her own life and who had taken his very own away from him. His best friend that lied about his and the other Baskervilles’ existence, making the crimson death gods seem to be a barbaric and unruly race rather than the civil and seemingly normal family they were. They were just like the other important nobles until such events took place so long ago.

Though all of this tragedy could not only be blamed on Jack himself, though he was the one who caused so much of it. No, Glen himself had to take at least some of the blame as well. He was the reason Lacie had to die, which was what made Jack go insane. If he had not had to become Glen, Lacie would have been born with violet eyes as well and they could have lived happily together and she could have had a full life, instead of it being ripped away by being dragged down into the darkness. No, Jack wasn’t the full blame at all…

But at least now, Glen could right the wrongs he had allowed to happen because of his own naivety. Now would be the time he got rid of Jack and the B Rabbit that possessed his body so that he could do what needed to be done without interference.

The body of Jack — more of “Oz” at this moment — had been confined into a prison with a seal so the power of the B Rabbit could not be used. Since Glen Baskerville no longer had all five Chains at his disposal, having the powers of Jack’s Chain awakened would only cause even more problems than what was already there. But now, since he was confined as he should have been, this would have been no problem at all.

He had no allies left. Jack had lost them all and Oz.. Well, Oz never had anything of his own to begin with. The Baskerville that used to be the head one hundred years ago stood inside of the cell, his own body appearing instead of the young vessel Leo as would normally happen. Though this wouldn’t work exactly to his plan. No, he wanted to confront Jack face-to-face, soul-to-soul. And that was exactly what he would do.

Somehow, he made his way into the other’s mind so he could see Jack directly, for what he was and what he looked like one hundred years ago. He looked the exact same, and it seemed he had the exact same cynical smirk on his face, the one Glen grew to hate.

“Jack… This is the end for you.”

Someone could say Jack had lost for sure. It was true, of course, that the blonde had managed to use B-Rabbit Oz’s deepest powers and, with that, open the way to the Abyss. True was too that he also had got ridded of Alice (although, actually, it was the proper chain, Oz, the one who did that… but who cares for such details?), so there was another trouble less for him. But, now, both him and his chain were confined in that prison which denied their powers and, worst of all, he had failed at killing Glen Baskerville. Now it was him the one under his power, the one who would die at the moment the noirette told so. How could he win? How could he survive? How could he fulfill Lacie’s wish? He had lost that time. The last time. It was all over.

Jack Vessalius would just laugh at that thought.

If there had been a time in which he had felt completely calm at such a chaotic situation, it was that very moment. It didn’t matter how many hindrances he had to deal with, or if the greatest Glen Baskerville were thirsty for his blood—The most important step on his plan had been taken. It would take a time, but it would happen. The world would fall into the Abyss and welcome Lacie, as it was planned. That was everything he cared for. He only had to survive until that moment came. And he was sure: no matter how much his old friend hated him at that moment, he wouldn’t die so soon. At least, not yet.

Talking about friends…

¨—?¨

Somehow, in a way Jack completely ignored, he could sense his presence. At first, it was such a vague feeling, one really easy to ignore or misunderstand, yet it slowly started to become a stronger sensation that were finally obvious at the moment he could see the image of his friend in front of him. It was his soul, and not his body the one there— they were both souls in an empty space, looking as they were long time ago. Any words left his mouth at first, and he just stared at his purple eyes for a couple of minutes, which seemed like ages, and waited him to talk. It wasn’t really different at what they used to be, if you thought better about that. He would have sit down and wait for him, Glen, to say what was crossing his mind in silence. That thing, at least, hadn’t changed.

When the noirette man finally talked, giving him that angered look, Jack couldn’t help but smile slightly. It wasn’t a cheerful smile, as the ones he showed in the past, but a really serious one. The blonde waited a couple of seconds before talking, and his voice sounded cold as ice.

¨It has been a hundred of years already, yet you are still as naive as you were, Glen. Do you really believe that? I thought you had learnt from the last time…¨

To-do list: Gil’s drabbles. (bocchanslittleservant) Asha’s drabble (dustfrom-thebutterfly) Open...

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 21:31:42 +0100

To-do list:

Gil’s drabbles. (bocchanslittleservant)
Asha’s drabble (dustfrom-thebutterfly)
~~Open Starter for forgotten-wish.~~
~~Open Starter for i-shall-fall. (Actually I replied to her open so—)~~
~~Reply to Oz (Little-duke-oz)~~
Reply to Asha (dustfrom-thebutterfly).
Reply to someone else??
Make a Open Starter (General).

[ // Breaking In ]

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 21:26:48 +0100

i-shall-fall:

Each blow only registered as a small sting, body and soul turning numb from words of rejection and hatred. Yet, she deserved it, every single one of those blows and every single one of those syllables uttered in disgust. For she was not human, not like the rest of them…she was the Child of Misfortune, the child of ill omen…a walking, talking being of evil.

She was nothing.

Lacie couldn’t feel the blows anymore, the shouting dimming in her mind as another club slammed it open against the ground. Her mind had gone dark, just for a few seconds, golden lights swimming about in her mind before she felt herself ripped back into reality. The treatment continued, making her scream from pain to turning damnably numb to finally blacking out again, a video tape on repeat, until they grew tired and exhausted, finally leaving her.

…damn it

Her heartbeat was faint, struggling to keep moving as she turned onto her back, feeling the numbness begin to fade away and the pain take it’s place. On the verge of death, yeah, that would be awfully fitting right now…

How the hell did I let that happen?

It had been weeks, months since she had been caught like that, shoved into the slums and beat to a pulp…it was pretty strange to find herself reliving history like this, almost making her want to laugh at the irony. Shakily, she let out a sigh, head reeling as the stars above came into focus.

Hopefully nobody noticed that little incident…

Sometimes, in special busy days, the Vessalius would go and, discreetly, leave the mansion in which he lived without being noticed by anyone else. Spending eight years in the streets before reaching one of his goals, becoming officially a member of that dukedom, had given him special abilities, and that was one of them. With a crimson coat and his hood hidding his face, Jack was able to walk through the streets in which once he used to live quietly, as if he were someone else and not, in fact, a member of the nobility. It was better that way— No one would ever dare to annoy him, and he wouldn’t bring any type of attention. And, sometimes, that’s what he need the most, being invisible to the rest of the world just for a couple of hours.

His feet brought him to a certain poor street he knew. Most of the people tried to avoid walking around there, since it was known by everybody that, there, a lot of dangerous people were usually there, and people who entered in that zone always left with a broken bone or a couple of injures… and less money in their pockets. The own Jack would have passed over it and chose a different street instead if it weren’t because—

—He saw someone lying on the floor.

The blonde stared at the figure for a couple of moments, thinking if he should approach that person or, instead, leave the place, when he noticed a few more details. It was a woman the person in the ground. A woman with long, dark hair. And she seemed injured, as if someone had beaten her…

… Could it be…? Jack took a couple of steps, coming closer to the woman. As he could see her better, his heart started to beat faster. Was she really her? Was it a dream? How could it be?

It’s impossible. It can’t be…

¨…Lacie?¨ The blonde whispered first, confusion on his face. Once he finally realized it was her, Lacie, the one near him, he run towards her, this time worry and panic on his chest.

¨Lacie?! Is that you?! What has happened to you?! Why, why are you like this…?!¨