WHILE I STILL REMEMBER.
DEATHS
- Dusted - courtesy of Seth
- DEATHCAKE - TBcast retardation/Ichijou-san
- heart attack - courtesy of Light
- Shot in the head - courtesy of Abel
- crusnik-blood-scythe-turkey-cutting-acti
- die in a fire - courtesy of Light - executed through Radu
- suicide (stick through eye) - courtesy of Light
- dusted - courtesy of Seth
KILLS
- Kid!Radu - deathcake
- Light - deathcake
- Light - failed brain surgery
- Light - strangle/Radu om nom
DEATHS
- Dusted - courtesy of Seth
- DEATHCAKE - TBcast retardation/Ichijou-san
- heart attack - courtesy of Light
- Shot in the head - courtesy of Abel
- crusnik-blood-scythe-turkey-cutting-acti
- die in a fire - courtesy of Light - executed through Radu
- suicide (stick through eye) - courtesy of Light
- dusted - courtesy of Seth
KILLS
- Kid!Radu - deathcake
- Light - deathcake
- Light - failed brain surgery
- Light - strangle/Radu om nom
[IN THIS POST we have Dietrich a) deleting everything off of his computer b) resisting the urge to kill someone with the Note JUST BECAUSE HE CAN c) DOING HIS OWN LAUNDRY and d) drop post.]
COMPLIANCE
and Dietrich.IF YOU JUST WANT THE DEATH NOTE THING GO HERE
( ADVENTURES IN DIETRICH )
...
[EXISTS!]
[EXISTS!]
Are you here with that Light guy?
On Drowning
He knew it would end in water. While dreams were no prophecy it was hard to ignore recurring themes. To say 'since childhood' would have been a lie because he cannot recall a single dream he had as a child. Perhaps, if he did not cling so stubbornly to the best memories of his youth it would be easier to find the unhappy ones. He did, however, know exactly how it would feel. He had anticipated the cold, and had always assumed that death would be cold. The quiet swelling in the back of his lungs (did he even have lungs anymore? The wrenching ripping in his chest from before assured him not, but he still felt them bloat and twist in the water) and inevitable blackness were welcomed. Then there was supposed to be forgiveness.
And Radu fell into Hell.
On Forgiveness
He whispered to her, lips just at her ear. "Esther, Esther, dearest Esther, do you forgive me?" she should say no. All it would take is a single word, or the shake of her head. She knew his games well enough, knew him well enough that he had set her up to fail, but not without a way out.
"...why are you asking me this?" Why now, was the more appropriate question. The hem of her skirt was heavy with blood and her fingers were curled around the trigger of her gun, but locked and unable to fire.
"It's just a question, Esther. You have all the answers, after all," he placed a kiss on her cheek. "But don't waste time. You know what they say, you can never get it back."
On Wine
Radu did not think that a single glass of wine would mean anything. A single glass, poured from a single bottle with a slightly smudged label that proclaimed it to be a white, well aged and of a maker he happened to enjoy. He reclined back, the glass in hand and took a sip. Rolling the drink around in his mouth he did not notice the bend in the wall, the slow warping of wood and steel -- which was not warping so much as allowing something to pass through.
"...Care to share?"
He knew it would end in water. While dreams were no prophecy it was hard to ignore recurring themes. To say 'since childhood' would have been a lie because he cannot recall a single dream he had as a child. Perhaps, if he did not cling so stubbornly to the best memories of his youth it would be easier to find the unhappy ones. He did, however, know exactly how it would feel. He had anticipated the cold, and had always assumed that death would be cold. The quiet swelling in the back of his lungs (did he even have lungs anymore? The wrenching ripping in his chest from before assured him not, but he still felt them bloat and twist in the water) and inevitable blackness were welcomed. Then there was supposed to be forgiveness.
And Radu fell into Hell.
On Forgiveness
He whispered to her, lips just at her ear. "Esther, Esther, dearest Esther, do you forgive me?" she should say no. All it would take is a single word, or the shake of her head. She knew his games well enough, knew him well enough that he had set her up to fail, but not without a way out.
"...why are you asking me this?" Why now, was the more appropriate question. The hem of her skirt was heavy with blood and her fingers were curled around the trigger of her gun, but locked and unable to fire.
"It's just a question, Esther. You have all the answers, after all," he placed a kiss on her cheek. "But don't waste time. You know what they say, you can never get it back."
On Wine
Radu did not think that a single glass of wine would mean anything. A single glass, poured from a single bottle with a slightly smudged label that proclaimed it to be a white, well aged and of a maker he happened to enjoy. He reclined back, the glass in hand and took a sip. Rolling the drink around in his mouth he did not notice the bend in the wall, the slow warping of wood and steel -- which was not warping so much as allowing something to pass through.
"...Care to share?"
HEIGHTS as we suppose them. Abel is 6'2" in canon and Seth is 4'5" as decided by Seth. THEREFORE.
Seth: 4'5", Ion: 4'7", Dietrich: 5'5", Radu: 5'7", Tres: 5'8", Asta: 6', Abel: 6'2"
Seth: 4'5", Ion: 4'7", Dietrich: 5'5", Radu: 5'7", Tres: 5'8", Asta: 6', Abel: 6'2"
Dietrich sighed and looked at the ... well, it wasn't exactly a body anymore. He dug into the pile of tools next to him and came up with wirecutters. With a more than annoyed look he began to cut the wiremesh off of the arm. Sure it was rotting a bit, but the smell wasn't as bad as it could be and he was quite determined to fix it.
Zombies. Fix the zombies, really. And by fix he'd like to use them. However the problem with zombies was that unlike vampires their bodies fell apart. Unlike humans their nerves were shot. So he had spent the last two or three days carefully piecing back together a zombie body, reinforcing with wire mesh and adding some monocarbon wire in place of nerves. The work had gone rather well, he thought, until today when he realized that the he would need a better elbow joint.
Perhaps it would be best to use a combination of zombie parts and human parts. That way the reanimation of the zombie would keep the body 'alive' and the human parts were far more durable. Now. Where to get a person...
( Images )
Ask me to essay on something. I will either essay on it or randomly give you 100 words of almost porn. HA, LOOPHOLE.
[...there is now a list of things Dietrich DOES NOT WANT.]
[And a list of things Dietrich is going to MAIM.]
[Dietrich needs a hug >: ]
[Dying of illness which is the FLU or something, ignore the title, I'm blaming![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
as_apple_pie for that because we're horrible people BLOWS KTHX LIGHT.]
[And a list of things Dietrich is going to MAIM.]
[Dietrich needs a hug >: ]
[Dying of illness which is the FLU or something, ignore the title, I'm blaming
as_apple_pie for that because we're horrible people BLOWS KTHX LIGHT.]Profile
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