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| [Hey Vatheonites. Yomiel is sitting in his chair in his apartment, looking smug. His eyes are covered by his sunglasses, as always, and he rests his chin on one hand, smiling at the screen.]
So, another year come and gone, huh? In about a week or so, actually, I'll have been here for a year myself. Time really flies, doesn't it? So, just reflecting back on the year, I have to say-
I can't die because technically, I'm already dead.
[...What. WHAT WAS THAT. The words had just come out of his mouth without any thought behind them. He pauses, looking surprised, wondering where that even came from.]
Um. I...I didn't say that. I didn't say that at all. I mean, I went mad for a few years because of what I am and I always feel alone because of it.
[NO. He did not just say that OUT LOUD. His mouth curls into a confused sneer, and his body tenses as he looks around like a caged animal. Was somebody...possessing him? No, he would know. He's silent for a little bit as he looks around in Ghost World, but there isn't any telltale sign of a soul anywhere. He's alone.]
Okay, this isn't funny. Somebody is making me say thing that aren't true, and- I REALLY LOVE CUTE AND FLUFFY CATS.
[With a growl, he jumps from his chair and throws the SFC against the wall in anger, turning it off. He was the manipulator, not this place. Nobody could get the upper hand on him. Not if they valued their life.]
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| [He clears his throat, a little unsure of how to go about this. But he needs to ask.]
Um... so um...
[Why is this hard? 8( ]
Is... is there someone who can help me shop for clothes? I um... I kind of need some new ones...
[Of course he's washed his old robes, but... he hasn't gotten much new clothing here. It's getting kind of... worn.] | |
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| [note: backdated to Dec. 28th. Originally posted here before the move to dreamwidth, but I wanted to put it here too, as I think it got lost in the shuffle. If we had a thread in that last post I'm sorry! Either continue here or start a new thread! Thanks!]So Harry's gone home and James is in one of those strange, prolonged sleeps. I've even brewed a potion meant to wake someone from a magic-induced sleep, but. I suppose whatever causes it is beyond my abilities. A Happy Christmas to me. But I suppose that's just one of the hazards of living in this place, isn't it? Soldiering on. And, of course, it's not as if I'm alone. I've adopted a sort of second family of sorts here, too. A family that doesn't really understand what I'm talking about when I talk about family. So! I thought it would be helpful if I put up a little sort of... Informative Post on Human Family Structures for those of you with different backgrounds. Below you will find a handy little chart. A family tree. My family tree. I think I'm just going to post it, and then try to explain it all in a way that makes sense. ( There is quite a bit of explanation in here. ) | |
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| Time seems to move slowly after such a festival. I too have noticed the glowing of the mark yet I have yet to notice any of the usual effects. No invasions; no unusual clothing; no unusual extensions to the bubble either.
This is quite fortunate, however as Selphie remains in a deep sleep. Once again, the sleep has befallen her. I do worry if this may be somehow a chronic condition as I do so dearly love her. [ he pauses, rather stunned. ] Excuse me. [ he pauses to drink a rather large sip of sake before resuming. ]
I do wonder if such sleep can be a chronic condition, as my heart would grow cold without her, as it has done without my rival Shingen-dono here to test my skills. [ another pause. He flushes red and hides it behind the large sake bowl as he takes another large sip. ]
Excuse me. I seem to be out of sake.
[ mouth diarrhea (thanks to the curse) marked with italics :D ] | |
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| Um, is this working?
[Dark Link adjusts his hat and waves a bit at the camera.]
Hey Johnny! My friend Ion taught me to use this. Umm... I got a present today!
[He holds up a blue potato ocarina, holding it as if it's a valuable holy relic of a bygone age.]
I dunno who left it for me, but now that I have it we can play music together like you wanted! I can meet you wherever you want so just let me know!
[Clearly this was meant to be a private message but cut Dark Link a little slack; there isn't technology like this where he's from!]
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| [The first thing the video feed picks up is a ton of red feathers.]
Damn it! Get back here with that.
[There's some rustling before you see the face of a baby chocobo and Dave picking it up along with his communicator.]
Well, there you guys go. Dave fucking Strider got won out by this little feathery asshole. Said feathery asshole still doesn't have a name though, so this is where you guys come in.
Give me some good ol' name ideas and I might choose one to name him. As much as I love calling him feathery asshole, I don't think he really likes the name. And it would be fucking rude of me to keep calling him that. And it's kind of long anyways.
I had some names in mind, but calling him Bro would be really sappy and lame.
[He stops for a minute before talking as though he meant to say that.] Right. So give me your best shot. You'll probably see me around town with him by the way. [Dave ends the feed.] | |
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| I have heard talk of another curse falling upon Vatheon. After my experience with the last one, I double checked for any irregularities upon my person but there seems to be nothing thus far.
This is an appeal for knowledge.
To my understanding, these curses seem to be a regular occurrence. I would like to document the frequency and other such pertinent information about them, if nobody has done so yet. For the sake of SEES, and everyone else... and especially him. To protect them all.
[She looks vaguely alarmed as the words left her mouth - why did she say that? But she quickly regains composure and ontinues.]
If there have been attempts to make such a record already, I would gladly involve myself in maintaining it. The locals have been taciturn about giving me information. Such resistance is borderline obstinate and rude - unacceptable.
[Mitsuru's eyes look off to the side, focusing on something out of frame. Where was this coming from?]
I thank you for your time and attention. | |
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