Dlanor A. Knox

I don’t think I’ll be coming back to this blog. If I remake or not still remains to be...

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 15:16:58 -0600

I don’t think I’ll be coming back to this blog. If I remake or not still remains to be decided. Sorry to those that still wished to rp with me or had just followed this blog and I never got a chance to greet you.

RP Blogs Only, Please~!!

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 14:28:29 -0600

st-conductor-link:

(( In the spirit of giving, I’m gonna do something~ So if you reblog this I’ll draw you a little colored doodle of yourMuse/ Muses! In something Christmas-y or something with the holidays~!

Here’s an example of my own:

I’ll let this run till the 19th. ( I need time to do them by the end of the holidays ya know ^ u ^;; )

This will be for RP BLOGS ONLY! so please keep that in mind before rebloging~

You must have your submission box open! I’ll send them through my personal, and try to get them in by New Years.

Happy Holidays everyone~! ^ 7 ^ ))

[[Life as a substitute teacher is proving to be harder than I expected, moreso with my school not...

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 16:19:27 -0600

[[Life as a substitute teacher is proving to be harder than I expected, moreso with my school not giving me the support they promised me for my evening classes, so typing replies has been limited to the 15 minute break I have during lunch. I’ll catch up when I can.]]

Go anon and tell me on a scale of 1 to 10 how well I play my character. 1 is terrible 10 is are you sure I'm not actually speaking to them?

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 20:02:16 -0500

Go anon and tell me on a scale of 1 to 10 how well I play my character. 1 is terrible 10 is are you sure I'm not actually speaking to them?

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 07:19:03 -0500

Sleepless Dreams

Sat, 13 Oct 2012 12:56:36 -0500

countessoflove:

“Mmmmhm! That is very true! We are the busy-busy-busy type after all! Love is everywhere, and we have to run all around! It’s like we’re little jackrabbits or something, hopping to and fro!” Furfur let out a laugh, clapping her hands together, her heart pounding at the very thought. Oh, love was simply so grand, who cares that she had to work all day and all night for it?

Of course, she didn’t quite expect Dlanor to understand passionate love- but surely she understood other kinds of love. The love of friends, the love of subordinates, the love of family, all different kinds that filtered into the everyday! True love was the best, but the Chief was still a kid. Maybe later…

“Have we been successful, you ask?” she suddenly exclaimed, jumping up into the air, “Oh, we certainly have been! Zepar is out collecting love right now, and he’s sure doing a good job! I’ve seen mostly melancholies, but the sting of love is a wonderful thing too! The aching of your heart shows you’re truly alive, after all!”

The cheerful responses and excited movements briefly made the child wonder if this was the kind of sensation children felt when interacting with others their age. She recalled being gleefully mischievous for a while back when she and Will were still training, for whatever their skipping of lessons and chores was worth. With her halted growth, however, most of the friends she’d ever seen as ‘her age’ were now much older than herself. The memories and idle realization brought a smile to the child’s face, coupled with the good news brought by the demon.

“I don’t think that’s something you hear often; someone enjoying the bitterness of something that’s universally expected to be SWEET.” And while she definitely did not fully understand romantic love, the angel had at least witnessed it on several occasions. It was by no means an appropriate base for passing judgement, but it served as a standpoint. “But I suppose the duality should be no surprise coming from both of YOU.” Albeit far from the topics the golden eyed child considered her expertise, this kind of mundane chat was refreshing, if not engrossing.

catboxofmiracles: Heaven was notoriously stiff. The angels, the archangels and the leaders of the...

Sat, 13 Oct 2012 12:31:02 -0500

catboxofmiracles:

Heaven was notoriously stiff. The angels, the archangels and the leaders of the Inquisition, tended to sit back and gather all the information they could get until they actually dispatched one of their officers. Staying back, being wary, not making a single move until they could assure their perfect victory. Efficient, but…so boring! How could you stand back and not want to spice up the story yourself? The Angels were in charge of the end, not of the entertainment! They were only good for snipping the rotten roots. How boring…

“Vacations?” She tried out the words on her tongue, sampling the flavor once. However, it was still unusual, no matter how many times she rolled the words around. A vacation…what was a vacation? Her inner dictionary told her it was a break for a holiday and recreation, but to a Witch- what was a vacation? What would she be running from? Work? The work that kept her memories at bay? If she did take a break from something, would it distract herself from her past? For a Witch whose job it was to travel, what use woud traveling do?

“I’ve never heard of a Witch who took a vacation,” she admitted, twisting a lock of hair around her fingers, “I wonder where I would go…”

There was hardly a thing Dlanor could do to break the routine that ensnared her during working hours. Perhaps it was just the fact that she had come to understand that things wouldn’t change, or maybe her sense of responsibility didn’t allow her to break the protocols she had been taught to follow. One way or another, it seemed like some bizarre vicious cycle brought together by the horrible combination of a child-like mind and a job fit for a real adult.

A slow nod regarded the witch’s inquiry. Surely the concept must seem foreign for a voyager, who constantly travels, but even that kind of role could be reversed for a pleasant change, right? The angel might not be on the best terms with the blue haired member of the senate, but these kind of inferences couldn’t really require a close bond. In the end, it really couldn’t be more than casual conversation. “You mentioned finding the new fragments to be INTERESTING. Perhaps further exploration could lead you to individuals you could… sympathize WITH.”

From what she gathered, it probably wasn’t much about the kind of fragment to visit as much as the pieces and masters of each. The idea was definitely uncomfortable to bring up, the memories of what took place in Rokkenjima still not forgotten, but those things would keep happening right? The sea of fragments was vast enough for such an occurrence to have decent probabilities of occurring again.

certainlysuperpaper started following you

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 13:13:29 -0500

Well, wasn’t this a face the young angel definitely did not expect to see. At the very least, not without a particular witch accompanying her, that is. It was rare to see Lambdadelta without Bernkastel nearby, especially in a place as ‘boring’ as Heaven and the rest of the higher planes. Could it be that the Witch of Certainty required the services from someone in the Great Court? Part of her wished that wasn’t the case after the last experience she had from working alone with the blonde. For such a renowned witch, she was definitely more keen on keeping herself entertained than focusing on tasks; not that Dlanor was any better when it came to paperwork.

“Greetings, Lady Lambdadelta, is there anything you REQUIRE?”

bluestakesoftruth: Dlanor’s speech quirk made the corners of Erika’s lips twitch upward. She really...

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 12:30:38 -0500

bluestakesoftruth:

Dlanor’s speech quirk made the corners of Erika’s lips twitch upward. She really hadn’t changed much.

“I’ve been fine. Master hasn’t been very happy with me, and it’s been rather quiet around here, but it’s been alright. At least Battler and Beatrice are off in their cat box, so they aren’t stinking things up with their lovey-dovey hearts everywhere.”

The light tug at the corner of the detective’s lips did not pass unnoticed, but the child decided it was best not to comment on it. She, herself, felt her spirits rise by seeing her friend after a long time, so there couldn’t be anything wrong with Erika expressing herself in such a simple manner.

“She HASN’T? Lady Bernkastel is the type of person that’s hard to please, I SUPPOSE.” If she hadn’t learned that from the short time she was her piece then she’d need only take the time to listen to chats about the Senate around the Great Court. Still, the other’s last remark caused the angel to tilt her head to the side, if only slightly. “That is harsh, I do not think they have flooded the mansion with HEARTS.” That was probably too much of a literal take on the witch’s statement, but for someone that wasn’t remotely bothered by the constant displays of affection, like herself, it seemed out of proportion. “Perhaps you could still try to pay them a VISIT? I’m sure Lord Battler would enjoy partaking in a short game with you if you’re ever BORED.”

witchhuntingwitch started following you

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 03:13:50 -0500

The sight of the familiar long red hair and clear eyes was not one that Dlanor expected to come across again. Humans did not often cross paths with inhabitants of the Meta realms on more than a few specific occasions, but Ange had proved to be an exception due to her involvement with Bernkastel and her own rank as a witch. How curious, and yet pleasant, to encounter her once more.

Frankly speaking, the fact that she had not thanked the Witch of Resurrection for her aid in bringing her and her companions back from the void of non-existence had bothered her for quite a while. But there was nothing to be done; she could not manifest herself infront of humans. “Miss Ange, what a pleasant surprise to see you AGAIN.”

HAPPY OCTOBER 4TH EVERYONE

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 00:52:43 -0500

tomitake:

LET THE BANQUET BEGIN!

uryuu-uu started following you

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 03:48:36 -0500

Well, this was a piece she hadn’t seen in a long time! In fact, she’d only ever met this particular furniture twice, and even then their interaction had not been meaningful in any sense. And while it might be unlike her, Dlanor felt strangely comfortable with this meeting. It probably had something to do with the lion’s overall friendly and perhaps shy disposition.

“Hello, Mr. Sakutarou.”

whimsical-apprentice: uryuu-uu dollofmarble tayushka nihonjin-akuma au—ngel kittens—past akane—mizuk...

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 18:30:08 -0500

whimsical-apprentice:

uryuu-uu

dollofmarble

tayushka

nihonjin-akuma

au—ngel

kittens—past

akane—mizuki

“Uu! Uu! Uu! So many people for Maria!” The girl gave a happy bounce as she waved happily. “Uu! Hello!”

The apprentice’s cheerful greeting wasn’t one Dlanor was particularly used to, but it was far from being unpleasant. Maybe it was the bits of uncertainty that remained due to the events that took place during the 6th game, but the young piece did not seem at all bothered or upset by her presence. Perhaps it was all for the best if the witch apprentice didn’t recall the incident or wished to ignore it.

“Greetings, miss Maria, I am happy to see you AGAIN.”

bluestakesoftruth: “Hello there, Dlanor. How are you?” Even now, Dlanor still felt a loss as to...

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 18:12:57 -0500

bluestakesoftruth:

“Hello there, Dlanor. How are you?”

Even now, Dlanor still felt a loss as to why or how she had managed to remain good friends with Erika after everything that happened in the last time. A thought that had turned into fleeting contemplation as of late.

“Greetings, miss Erika, it’s been a while since I last saw YOU.” And she wouldn’t complain, she was quite content to see her friend once more. “I have been alright, although rather BUSY. What about you, have you been WELL?”

catboxofmiracles: How curious. This place was no patchwork Fragment, but the people inside it were....

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 03:41:55 -0500

catboxofmiracles:

How curious. This place was no patchwork Fragment, but the people inside it were. Aside from that, the land seemed dead, and the people gave it life. At least, that is what she gathered from the Angel’s speech.

“You’d be quite surprised.” The very thought just made her irritated, but she had to admit, it sure was a way in curing her endless boredom. Being a member of the Senate was one thing, but all the work it came with was another. Ah, it was so boring, but the interesting things that it produced on its off-time was worth it. Sometimes enduring horrific tea parties with the other Witches was endurable if it meant that she could learn something new that would satiate her boredom for just a few seconds.

“I recently discovered a new cluster of Fragments that hadn’t been marked on the Senate’s charts before. It was a curious group, with their own rules mimicking the rules of the chessboard, but with all the more subtlety. A few of your kind was gathered there as well, so I’m sure you knew about it. Then there were a few delightfully macabre Fragments that popped out of nowhere. Horrific and wonderful, enough to cure my boredom for about two minutes.” She let out a sigh, shrugging her shoulders, “It’s a lot of work, but it’s better than a vacation. At least you Angels don’t have to deal with corrosive ennui.”

And indeed Dlanor would be. The child had little experience with constantly traveling through fragments, whatnot with her subordinates dealing with most investigations and her staying back in the office to simply assign their dispatchment. “Is that SO?” Still, she sometimes she wonder what it’d be like to spend the vast majority of her time constantly moving and doing things without much of a set routine or pattern. It was always either strangely entertaining or, dare she think it, unsettling or even scary. This was, however, Dlanor’s child-like mentality at work, so perhaps the stability was something she needed. The paperwork… not so much.

The Witch of Miracles was regarded with a slight tilt of the lavender’s head as he mentioned some of her kin being part of this new group of fragments. Surely other angels lived outside of the most known part of Heaven, but the child always thought it’d be logical for the Senate to be aware of their location. Apparently not. Making assumptions outside mystery game boards was not the best idea, it seemed. “Yes, we DON’T. But I suppose it is as bad as mountains of paperwork for US.” Such was probably the greatest extent to which Dlanor could express humor without her closest friends around.

“Perhaps if you ever find an interesting enough Fragment, you might be able to take vacations, Lady Bernkastel.” Then again, that’s what had happened back with Beatrice’s board wasn’t it? Maybe it would be sensible not to wish for such a thing to repeat itself.

[I know I had a few indie threads that were left pending back when this was a group account, so if...

Thu, 06 Sep 2012 13:50:34 -0500

[I know I had a few indie threads that were left pending back when this was a group account, so if you’d like to continue those or drop them and start anew please let me know!]

cinderellatron: So…. If Gaap has to bend this low just to be close to Dlanor’s height… How tall...

Mon, 03 Sep 2012 02:29:45 -0500

cinderellatron:

So…. If Gaap has to bend this low just to be close to Dlanor’s height…

How tall are you really, baby?

Random roleplayer gif meme.

Mon, 03 Sep 2012 01:52:57 -0500

How I look when roleplaying normally.

How I look when roleplay pairings

How I look when roleplay smut.

How I look when a god mod/mary sue shows up.

How I look when I am impatient for a reply.

How I look when a roleplay dies.

How I look when real life people catch me roleplaying.

Alright roleplayers let’s see your variations!

Well, because Zodiakos is now officially dead this blog might go all indie from now on. Slight...

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 20:20:26 -0500

Well, because Zodiakos is now officially dead this blog might go all indie from now on.

Slight revamping and fixing will be made to clean up the blog and fix tags and whatnot.

Hopefully it’ll be all be done in a week span or so.

A short problem [Open]

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 19:37:01 -0500

Ever since her arrival to the Village of Wisdom, the young angel found pleasure in visiting one particular location. The Library. Yes, there were definitely many places she frequented and enjoyed being at, but the vast archive was by far the most exciting. The antique feel that the whole of Arcadios had, along with the texts being set on scrolls was an additional perk.

Dlanor had always had a peculiar liking to reading; perhaps the result of her job requiring her to get through mountains of files and stories. Or maybe it could’ve been the fact that her father had created several tales and she enjoyed reading them thoroughly. Whatever the reason, it was undisputed that the angel was an avid reader and she spent a good deal of her time in the halls of the library.

And today she had encountered a problem. Normally, Dlanor would settle in for whichever scroll happened to be nearby. After so many visits, the angel had learned that each scroll held the story of a fragment, a world, and that was why she never really bothered going through a methodically process to select what to read. Everything and anything would teach her something.

Right now, however, one scroll in particular had caught her attention, and it just so happened to be on a rather high shelf. Or rather, it was high for someone of her short stature. Back home, she could at least use a stool or ask Getrude for help if she couldn’t reach a file, since this problem wasn’t exactly uncommon in the office, but she was alone here in Arcadios… Alone in the sense that there was hardly anyone she’d feel comfortable asking for help with this. Afterall, she was suffering because of a whim and childish stubbornness, and that was rather embarrassing.

So she struggled to reach for the object on her own; Dlanor stood on the tips of her feet, reaching upwards and as far as her pale fingers could reach. Occasionally, she’d jump and maybe hold onto a lower shelf to push herself a little higher, but it was all for naught. Her fingers just barely brushed against the ends of the rod. After her failed attempts, the lavender stared upwards at the cause of her distress, whining in frustration. At the very least no one else was here to witness her dilemma, or so she had believed..