Hm.
These will do.

No one is to touch them.

...

A strange compulsion.
I do not bake.
Or cook.

So it must be a curse.

I can attend to other matters now.
The compulsion is satisfied.

So many other cakes on the Network.

This will be put with the others.
By the offices.

[ooc: One, you know he looks redonkulously cute in a frilly apron. Two, that's angel food cake, for great lulz. Three...he can only cook because of the curse...even then, I don't know that the kitchen fared that well--he'll clean up. Enjoi~!]

Required:
the services of a Chemist.

→Submit your name
→Describe your skills.
→Lord Rosiel will choose whom he wishes to commission with his task.

Envy:
You are summoned to speak with Lord Rosiel.
He wishes to know where you have dug yourself.
A demon without affair?

Lord Rosiel--why do you bring her up again?

[ooc: He's in ur citiez, requizitioning ur stuff--for Rosie-sama. Way to bring up Tiariel again, Rosiel. vaguely emo cherub GET!]

You Are 14% Evil

You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm. Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!

A strange set of questions.

Lord Rosiel, do you still require a chemist?

O Rosiel, Rosiel! Wherefore art thou Rosiel?

What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Rosiel would, were he not Rosiel call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without those titles.

[ooc: The crack made me do it! D:]

New developments.
Further reports to give.

Hn.
And cameras everywhere.

What good do they do?

And there. What--?
Ah, I see.

Complications lately.
I can feel it, how it affects.

Not a storm yet.

[ooc: See Katan. See Katan staking out various rooftops and shadows and watching you all. Because he really did play spy for Rosiel early in the series.]

How strange.
Years pass overnight.

A curse, but still.

Hmn. I feel no different.
Some do. And look different too.

Heh. Like prophecy. Like seeing the future.

But it reminds one how fleeting life can be.

And the world goes on.

Unaffected--so I have things to do.

[ooc: Katan's like...antediluvian. It's canon...if they had a Flood in the Angel Sanctuary universe. So he's not affected.]

Ah...

I had a very strange dream last night.
I was grown up.
And Lord Rosiel was there.

And now I've woken up here.

And it's not the Academy.
Or Atziluth.
Or Assiah.
Or anywhere I've seen before.

...they'll be angry if I don't get back...

But, Lord Rosiel--!
Mm, he's here.
And... ...hm...

...

It isn't good...

Oh...

There was someone I was supposed to pay back for something?
Or did I dream that too?
Can it wait?

I have to...find someone first.

[ooc: I couldn't wait any longer. Canon. Lolz. Little Katan is little, all in his academy uniform with itchy knee-socks and everything. Please to be taking care of him? ;.; Especially after being seme!Katan yesterday?]

I remember this from before.
It's returned so soon.

Another curse.
And great variety in it, juding from the Network.
Yet again.

Strange to see such variety so soon again, so soon after a day of reversal.

A new method, a new technique of the deities?

Hn.
I remember the sunlight and the grass before.
Those, and hands stroking my mane.

|| Private to Joshua || Warded || Cursed ||
I have been charged with your care.
For so long as I have patience.

Do not try it.
My form does not affect these orders.

[ooc: Oh shi- it's a lion, &c. &c. Yes, lion!Katan is back today to play with kitteh!Mudous and Lil...]

The curse today is...very severe.

I have been watching the citizens in the streets.
Panicked, distressed.

There is nothing to be done but wait.
And keep them at bay.

I hope you are not affected, Lord Rosiel.
I want to be certain.

[ooc: *cough* Because, I mean, you can't necessarily tell with Rosiel. Not all the time. 'S canon. ... I have no excuses nor apologies.]

So very many people.
All of a sudden.
Who are all of you?

As if Assiah dropped into the City.
How fascinating. Wonderful.

If anyone should wish to speak to Lord Rosiel, he may choose to listen to you.

It is his decision.

But.
If anyone should disturb Lord Rosiel, though I regret to have to say it, I will take appropriate action.

Without hesitation.

[ooc: He's in ur cathedral, watchin ur tourists...but he's such a sweetheart... Get 'im.]

The services of a skilled doctor or healer are required at the cathedral.
By Lord Rosiel's orders.

Immediately.

Speak to me now if you wish to offer your services.

--A doctor or healer who will be neat.
There are enough bloodstains already.

You brought this on yourself.

[ooc: Per Rosiel's orders, re: this (keep the chain going!). We need a doctor...and some painters' dropcloths...]

I was charged with this task several days ago. The curses interfered. Presumably, it is still expected of me.

Required:

the services of one skilled in brewing tea of various kinds.

→Please submit your names and describe your skills.

→We will only choose the best at brewing the finest tea.

→We will consider compensation for your services.

It still feels like a storm building.

I didn't know it was a common enough color for there to be a club.

I have other cards here as well.

I can't imagine being in a club.
I'm too busy for clubs and meetings anyway.

Far too much...

[ooc: I'm not sure what other cards he got, but maybe The Jesus League, When I Was Your Age, Hardcore People Who Just Keep Getting Hosed, Society for Inhuman Citizens, MASU, Secret Club of Secrets--you get the idea.

♥♥♥ I'm so glad you all like the cards :D Thanks for playing along and using them, and for making still more! XD The lulz! They kill me! I'm so sad I had to work all day and couldn't spam and play more ;_;]

Lord Rosiel, I...

... ... ...

I...

I am so terribly sorry.
Please, forgive me.

The worst curse possible.

[ooc: Guilt-stricken Katan is prostrate, yo ;.; Anyone, please, feel free to kick him.]

Ah hear mah dom~es~tique is not being properly paiiid by those who have hired her fo' her thervices. This does not meet wif mah approval.

If you wish to hire her fo' her thervices, you gots to be willing to pay. That's how it is. I am the boss and master of this li'l or~gan~i~za~tion, so you best be respectin' tha boss, tha Pimp Masta Katan.

That's how it is.

Rosielle, mon petit chou, Ro~Ro~Chan, come back to yo daddeh wif yo monies to'night. We gots to have a li'l come-to-Jesus meeting, babycakes.

Ah know mah otha' dom~es~tiques are out and about thomewheres. Ah likes it that way~♥ Come sez yo' hellos to daddeh, mah jeune filles, yes yes.

[ooc: Soon a hole will open up in the floor and I will fall into it and there will be only flaaaames where I was. Yes, it is pimp!Katan, castmember of the slightly epic AS soap opera. This post does best if you read it in pimp!lisp. If you want him to be your pimp, your sugardaddy, or whathaveyou, speak now >:D He's already Ro-Ro-Chan's pimp. Rosiel, he's stolen your fur collars. We are not sorry.]

Lord Rosiel,

In the spirit of the day I have a small token for you as my long-time superior mentor, encouragement...father...and....

I hope you will accept it.

[ooc: Gloves--lol they're Hermes. With mink trim. Katan Major would eat them if he found them. And a small pile of chocolate oranges. Because. Nom nom.]

So the rules are...

The cathedral is Holy Ground.
There will be no blood shed here.
I will see to that.

So time has run out: this is one of the bad curses.

I understand now.

[ooc: He's on ur roof, watchin 4 crazies. >(]

difficult but not impossible to navigate the network.

other creatures. so, another curse.
and i'm a lion.

how strange; inconvenient.
paws are a novelty, and the cat likes my tail.

...

lord rosiel?

[ooc: Oh shi- it's a lion, &c. &c. Katan Major has a friend yay! Anyone want to cuddle the lion? He's very gentle.]

There. It's finished.



"Lord Rosiel In Repose."
I said I'd try.

[ooc: ABSOLUTELY INHERITED ROSIEL'S TALENT FOR ART. Made with MSPaint and a touchpad--no mouse. No, he doesn't really think it's good. He's trying for Rosiel's sake.]

The cat is being well cared for. He seems content. Three attendants.

The same as ever.

Still more preparations for tonight.

[ooc: I think he likes the cat. You see, it's got pointy bits; it's demanding, picky, snobby; it screeches when it doesn't get its way; it likes pillows, lounging, attention, occasionally biting, and getting its way--the cat is basically Rosiel...without any hair. And strikes are completely gone.]