It seems this place lacks the capacity for normality, even in something as commonplace as a rainstorm... Never in all my unique experience had I ever imagined I would fall under such a spell... and become such a thing. An interesting world I must say, where the vampyre and lycan war and the humans live on in ignorance... not unlike reality (if one thinks themselves wise or brash enough to call what this is reality) I must say... where things wage wars in the dark that humans cheerfully ignore.

It seems I was some manner of vampyre royalty... Cassian and I kept a rather interesting pet. I kept myself busy as well... between siring myself a companion and having friendly contests with other vampyre lords... not a real stretch of reality, I must say. It feels more like an interesting dream; something to muse on, not to panic over. I don't think I composed myself in any such way I should be embarrassed of now... as it seems a few others are.

Oh my, what a lovely little holiday it has been... I must confess, I did not expect to enjoy myself so greatly and yet, I did. I decided to attend the Ball, but sadly didn't manage to stay for long... urgent business pulled me home, I'm afraid.

Though, I still managed to have quite the enjoyable Christmas eve... spending it in the company of a friend was rather enjoyable, I have to admit... and in the morning, I was greeted with a fair number of lovely gifts.

**A lovely pair of cuff links inside a glass jar, from Alice (quite amusing, my dear)

**A dissection kit, from Trunks (Thank you very much my good sir, I was in need of some newer tools...)

**A feline shaped cookie? (Thank you for the gift, Miss... I'm sadly lacking in holiday sweets)

** a beautiful flower... (left anonymously, but does wonders for the dreary room)

**An interesting looking book, from L (I was so in need of a good read, thank you my good sir)

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**Maledicte's Eyes (my favorite, I'd have to say)

I've found a few... interesting items in my room...
These...
These...
These...
This..
And this...

... Is this someone's idea of a joke?

Well, I'm glad to say things have calmed down slightly ever since that.... storm. The things we learn when we have not learned to censor ourselves, hm...? Still, I wasn't exactly dying to relive that stage of my life...

But onto more pleasant things. I had the pleasure of meeting a gentleman by the name of Maldecite, who was kind enough to bring me a few necessities... I must say despite being polity asked to leave Old Home on such short notice I have managed to create quite the comfortable dwelling for myself. Maledicte and I chatted for a short while, and amused ourselves with a deck of taror cards I found among my things... It was quite the pleasant visit, indeed.

After which, I had yet another visitor. Miss Alice dropped by so that I might remove her stitches... and she was kind enough to bring a tea-set for me; an early Christmas gift, perhaps? Either way, we sat and enjoyed some tea after the procedure... she is quite the lovely girl.

I've also noted the arrival of a strange black chest at my door... I wonder where it came from, it seems to be full of my things...

W-where's my mother? Is she gone now, too? Mother? Can you read this?

... where am I? Who are all these people? This doesn't look familiar at all...

B-but wait, if I don't know where I am... maybe mother isn't the one that disappeared at all... maybe I've disapeared, just like my sisters! Sisters? Are you here?

Will somebody please just tell me what's happened?

Well, this last few days has certainly been eventful... For those particularly concerned, I've recalled my name. Doctor Jezebel Desraeli... it suits, I believe. I believe I owe some belated thanks to L for assisting me with my wings... it was a much easier experience then it could have been. I do feel terrible that it effected you so badly, though... It seems you managed to find a way to cope, at least.

Hn, there's been quite a few new feathers popping up, hasn't there? I've met an interesting young girl whose name I've yet to learn, but such is the way with this place, it seems... ah well, I'm sure I will know eventually.

I've also been busy helping others these last few days... Poor Trunks was having quite an ordeal with his stubborn wings; but nothing two clean little incisions couldn't cure. He seems to be feeling much better now, I'm glad to say... though during the operation, he... changed colors. Curious, I've never seen anything like that before... not that I can remember, anyway. Otherwise, I lead a very nice gentleman here to Old Home on the way back from picking up a few supplies... he seemed kind enough, and I couldn't very well leave him out in the middle of no where, could I? That would have been cruel...

And would the few of you with pretty white wings please stop giving me such nasty looks? My, I can't help that my wings keep getting darker...

(ooc: Jez is talking about NPC Haibane, which will shortly kick him out XD)

Hn... My wings seem to be getting darker... how strange...

And as they do, memories seem to return... It's becoming clear to me what's happening... what this place is.

Hn... inconclusive findings are such an irritation. The fluid inside the cocoon was exclusively... water. The tissue from the cocoon wall was non-toxic organic material. Granted I could not do all the tests I would have liked, as the medical facilities offer a dismal selection... but I don't think more tests would have made a difference...

And now my back is really starting to hurt. I have a feeling the pain would be lessened a great deal with only a pair neat surgical cuts... but I don't suppose anyone would be brave enough.

Is there anything untainted to eat in this place? The food storage is a little sloppy... Perhaps I'll go to the garden and pick some vegetables to make a salad... anyone who would like some is welcome.

It seems this memory loss is common, as well as this acute back pain. Strange... though I can read the words of many others in this strange book, I am all alone. I seem to have emerged from some sort of... shall we say, cocoon? Where ever I am, it's dark, and the floor is cluttered with broken machines... how filthy.

I do recall one thing... a strange dream; a horrible pain in my chest, the face of an indifferent man... my head in someones lap... it's all just an unreadable blur. How frustrating... if I were to recall anything at all, I should hope it would be my name, rather then some nonsense dream.

Anyone from LV still reading this journal? Please unfriend! It's now being used for haibane_hollow! Thank you!