[locked to allies] Seph is not amused >.>;;

[creepy-son-of-a.livejournal.com]

There was some sort of malfunction with Aria's warp gummi. We attempted to fix it but, the task is beyond our skill.

It brought us someplace not too far from Disney Castle so, it didn't take long to get there for repairs. As far as I know it won't take more than a day or two to fix.

Experimenting with the Dark Corridors will have to wait a bit. If the repairs aren't finished by tomorrow morning I will attempt to make my way to Twilight Town through the Corridors. Even if I get lost again I should still learn something from the experience.

I really dislike this castle...

[OOC: Random kitty ^_^]

I'm back [locked to allies]

[sharagran.livejournal.com]

It has been a long time. Too long as far as I'm concerned. Might as well give a little update about my current whereabouts.

I am, in fact, at Earth. My newfound Royal Knight status granted me full access to the Disney Castle hangar's facilities, where I confiscated a low class Gummiship that happened to be without a pilot at the moment. It is a two-seater, so lifts can be arranged in the future, but back to the point.

Why I did this? I realised I had been away from my family and friends for months on end without saying a word, so I decided to return for a while. It turned out to be rather pointless. I have next to nothing in common with my 'pre-dark realm' self, and the fact that my new uniform makes me look like a napoleonic cuirassier didn't help much either. All I could do was watch from a distance. It was fun to see where all my buddies were at now, enjoying the college life, one even became a goldsmith. All was fine and dandy until I decided to visit home.

To be brief, my parents are getting a divorce, my younger brother has drug-related and psychological problems, and my little sister is caught in the crossfire of it all (she seems to be handling things remarkably well though). The thing is, I can't do anything. My own family would't even recognise me if they saw me, yet I want to help. Badly.

The worst part is, all these negative emotions are feeding this... 'presence' inside of me. It's talking to me as I write this, making it hard to concentrate. It's beginning to affect my body as well. My blood turned black a while ago, and yesterday a small patch of skin on my arm just... fell off.

I need help.

(OoC: Yes, the fourth paragraph is the reason I've been away for so long. Not the 'not-being-able-to-help' part, that's just for plot.)