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[18 Jun 2009|12:45pm] |
Man-eating tulip tree.
I don't actually have one, because it would be messy, but the sign says it is one, and those Mithras-bedamned teenagers from the town are just superstitious enough where I'm concerned that they believe it. I gave the tree a rather convincing growl.
I also clomp about my yard in a glamour so that I look rather taller and more intimidating. At least they're not as clever--or as obstinate--as Arthur. By the time he was sixteen, he was just picking me up and moving me when I was being particularly disagreeable. Like his damned father in that, at least. Must run in the family.
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[16 Sep 2008|11:41am] |
Lady forbid the arrival of any more of those nightwalkers. I knew he was following me. I could feel it even through my clothes, that kind of aura. Death and decay, atrophy and entropy.
[and abruptly, the script changes--a spidery, careless scrawl]
There are dead on the horizon, but not just this. No. This is this and is gone, is done, having ended before. Sacred trees destroyed for ignorance, who is a laughing murderer. Done like that. Gone like that. There is an edge, as sharp as the breaking of a heart, and as devastating, and how we dare it. How so, then, Sir, shall we pull back, turn our eyes from this grey beyond? There is nothing.
I am. I Am, he says, but if I Am, then We Are, and who are you? What. Perhaps that is best answered by making fear a dream, in standing before this edge, this horizon, and looking out into the ranks of those dead.
But not our dead. We walk as the living, and those who are not step lightly with us. Not those, but that thing, that ghostlike whisper of footsteps that are neither here nor there.
Such an edge, you dare much, and will be lost.
All will never end.
Gods bedamned nightwalkers. This is why I dislike them.
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[07 Sep 2008|08:55am] |
Most of the worst of the burns have healed up save for those inflicted by Melissande-- but that's all right, so I'm thinking about taking a trip to the library today. I used my abilities very little in my day-to-day life, so it's always rather fascinating to read about how more modern users have spells for nearly everything. I've actually had a great deal of inspiration from just watching people.
Still. It all seems so foreign, sometimes. While I've always looked to the future, and been an advocate of change, I can't help wanting something familiar from time to time.
My whole life, the lives of the people I knew and loved, the life of the boy I raised-- they're just.. myths. Like Circe. Like the gods-- no one even believed in them until we all arrived here.
Like the Lady. No one remembers the Lady at all, anymore.
Hm. Perhaps what I really need is distraction.
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[01 Sep 2008|02:40pm] |
Give me a gods-damned break. Where in the Lady's name did I go to get covered in burns again? I visited the market; surely the arguing there wasn't so bad as to cause damage. ..At least they're not bad.
The same gentleman who attempted to assist me several weeks ago saw me again. When he saw my hands spotting through the bandages, he re-wrapped them for me and bought lunch. It was quite kind of him. He spoke a great deal of what he called Russian, though, which I don't understand. He attempted to teach me a bit, but I'll admit that I was somewhat distracted.
Does anyone know if there are sylphs or nymphs living here? I think there are. At least, I keep hearing them. The.. peculiar song their auras produce, I mean. I call it a song, but it isn't really that. It isn't quite music, either. It would be nice, having others of the Lady's service here.
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[24 Aug 2008|05:00pm] |
( Private )
I snapped one of my harp-strings by accident (not paying attention), so now I have to make new ones. On top of that, I need to head back into the city again to get some things done, which automatically puts me in a foul mood.
I don't
If I'm hit on again, I swear to Mithras I'll be pulling someone's ribs out through their mouths. I should have done it to Vortigern. I should have.
That bastard.
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[14 Aug 2008|06:06pm] |
( Private )
( filtered ; Scorpius )
I still haven't found a replacement for my Holy Basil. I also have a snake that's set up home in my wormwood. I had to do some research to try to figure out what it was, since I've never seen one like it before, and I can only say that it looks like a miniature version of South America's Quetzalcoatl. It's a serpent, but it has a ruff of feathers around its head. I still can't believe there's even such a place as South America. It seems so exotic. While I'm flattered that it apparently likes my garden, it's a bit inconvenient, too. It hates the kneazle, and the feeling is apparently more than mutual.
I hope it's not poisonous, anyway. While it hasn't seemed aggressive thus far, I'm going to have to eventually do something with the wormood.
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[08 Aug 2008|08:11pm] |
Good gods. Some people have no sense of personal space. I was in the city getting things for Gellert today (he eats meat, and frequently attempts to set himself on fire), minding my own damn business, and some man reeking of too much alcohol nearly fell on me, then proceeded to attempt to kiss me. I believe he thought I was his wife. (.. I am not amused by this mistake.) Another gentleman attempted a rescue, which was kind of him, but as I explained after I attached my drunken admirer to the roof of the nearest building-- I don't particularly need rescuing.
He then proceeded to ask questions and make small talk, and asked about places I frequent. I saw where that was going, though, and excused myself. .. I could, though. I don't know why I It's sort of funny, though, in a way. It's nice being anonymous.
Anyway. I don't suppose anyone has a Holy Basil plant they'd be willing to trade for? I'm almost out of dried, and Gellert accidentally destroyed my plants.
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[03 Aug 2008|04:45pm] |
Well, now that one situation is taken care of, three more crop up. It's godsdamned typical. Granted, I know that I'm just being surly, but at this point, I think a bit of surliness is warranted.
Gellert's doing well with the firebird. I'm not letting him fly it, yet-- it tends to make you a little sick the first few tries. He also went into the forest after I told him not to, and now he's paying for it. I swear, it's like having Arthur around again-- only Arthur never set fire to his bed by accident.
Oh. And if you plan to visit Gellert, you can meet him at Zola's or down by the beach, where I can keep an eye on you both. I'm not having people randomly show up at my home, leaving their aura all over the damn place.
..I need a haircut. It's nearly down to my waist, now, and I'm having to keep the mess in a braid all the time. I suppose I could take a knife to it. Chop off about half the length. I don't have the time or patience to untangle it all the time, anyway.
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[02 Aug 2008|04:44pm] |
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Someone from Sanctuary may want to visit Sacharissa Tugwood.
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[27 Jul 2008|11:12pm] |
( filtered ; Charlus )
Gellert and I are heading back into the city. I'll be dropping by Sanctuary whether you like it or not, Gellert in case I'm needed. I may also stop by to see you, if that's all right, Albus.
I am so sorry about Percy. I wish I'd seen it when it still could have done some good.
Damnit. I can't believe I did that. It was a good tree, too.
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[24 Jul 2008|11:52am] |
( Private )
I hope your foot was healed up, Gryffindor? If Teddy came out, you're lucky-- he's an excellent Healer.
Charlus, are you
Albus
Damn. I need to clean.
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[22 Jul 2008|06:22pm] |
Okay. So. Yesterday (and probably building up from a couple of days before, I'd imagine), someone.. panicked, I think. Which is why I passed out (shut up, I know, yes, Merlin faints), and which is why I didn't see it coming. Unless it was a vision, which I don't think is terribly likely given that I don't remember it.
And if it was a panic, it wasn't a normal panic. It was a panic that comes from something old and traumatising and the person in question was likely located somewhere at least relatively near Sanctuary.
So with that said, you should all ask after your friends and relatives, just in case said culprit is hiding behind a chair somewhere.
If it was no one, then I apologise now-- I might be losing my touch, or my whole body could be shutting down (again), or it could have in fact been something Seen that I don't at all remember.
Gellert says I look like a mummy. After seeing pictures, I'm inclined to agree. Save that mummies have no blood, and therefore can't bleed.
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[21 Jul 2008|11:45am] |
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Damnit. Leaving the city again for a couple of hours. I currently feel as if I'm dying. If you need me, I'll have this with me.
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[16 Jul 2008|11:17am] |
I should be back in the city by late afternoon. I don't have a choice. Gellert and Albus are both heartsick, and I have to at least be there to offer what little I can. Teddy, do you still need help at Sanctuary? If so, I'll remain there until you have enough help. Back to wrapping my arms and hands and wearing boots.
( filtered ; Gellert )
( filtered ; Albus )
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[11 Jul 2008|04:00pm] |
I could so easily just.. not go back. Back to that hellish cesspit of human pettiness and depravity. Back to tiny minds and tiny hearts and tiny, selfish wants. I could stay out here, where humans don't exist. A place I can hear the world singing again. So alone.
I could. I want to.
The journal was following me. Literally. Perhaps to remind me that I am, in fact, beholden in some part to people and exquisite, eternal pain. How I despise it all right now.
Morgaine. You've never heard the stars, have you? I promised once, when you were only a little girl, that one day I'd let you hear them. I'm sorry that I ever forgot. They each have their own voice, and they sing in a language even I don't know. I read somewhere that many of them are older even than this tiny planet we live on. If that's so, then they're older than gods.
That's.. somehow, it's comforting.
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[07 Jul 2008|01:39pm] |
( filtered ; Teddy Lupin )
I'm going away for a bit. I'll be taking this thing with me in case someone needs to get my attention for whatever reason, but I can't promise how often I'll check it.
My home is left open to those few who know they're welcome there. If you need refuge, the wards will allow you in. (Zola will be looking after my garden for me, so you don't have to worry about that.)
I think that's it. Kindly let's keep drama to a minimum while I'm gone. Coming back to wailing in the streets and screaming rages is never a pleasant experience.
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[05 Jul 2008|11:14pm] |
( Private )
I apologise for the weather last night. Morgaine and I probably shouldn't be allowed on the same island together.
Everything aches.
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[30 Jun 2008|11:54am] |
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Well, now. Things are looking.. interesting.
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[28 Jun 2008|02:06pm] |
( Heavily warded private to Gellert Grindelwald )
You see? Some good comes of being a hermit--- whatever this latest folly is passing about in the city, I'm not bothered by it. Granted, I'm not sure it would have even if I were there. I'd see it before it took hold.
Anyone who wants it removed before it fades on its own may come by, and I'll see what I can do. It should be a matter of removing a few threads, but one never knows.
edit; I'll be in the city for a while.
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