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Saturday, November 21st, 2009
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3:20 am
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He couldn't remember where he found it, but it was beautiful. Fabio drug his finger down the blade of the short sword, watching the blood well up from his digit as if he'd never bled before. There wasn't much he could remember, for so long he felt like that was the best part of the rainbow juice, but now he wasn't so sure. The memories with certain people were the most vivid. He had held onto them for so long, they were his anchor when the world was dark and bleak. Now his memories blurred together like an endless nightmare, faces got mixed up, twisted, angry. What he'd thought was his past was now a mess of distorted dreams, and they cemented the fact that he had no one and nothing left in the world.
Fabio brought the sword to his neck. He carefully passed it behind his back to his other hand and jerked it upward. Snip. Blonde hairs took to the wind, carried off in twos and threes. He watched them with tears welling up in his eyes until they were all gone.
Reaching into his pack, he took out the last vial of rainbow juice and cast it into the sea. Enough was enough. It was time to move on.
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| Sunday, November 1st, 2009
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9:00 pm
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Something big is coming.
(A few scribbled out words are scattered through the center of the page.)
Wait and see. Ayan will have his body back and I will undo all of the things that stupid necromancer did. Just you wait.
(More scribbles) playing with fire, but I don't care.
You'll see.
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| Friday, October 30th, 2009
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5:16 am - (( ooc, Labrae and Z arts! ))
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| Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
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4:24 am
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| Tuesday, October 27th, 2009
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4:51 pm
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Labrae tapped her wrench against her chin in thought as the paladin whined in the corner. She glanced back at him, furrowing her brow. "There's nothing wrong with it, Fabio. It's exactly the same as the other bikes I've made. Zanik rides his, Shukir rides his, I ride my own. What's the big deal?"
Bells whimpered in response. "It is scary and noisy and I hate it!"
She put her hands on her hips and stared at him, offended. "Then why did you order it! I can't just unmake the damn thing, you have to pay for it and use it! Do you know how much these things cost and how much time I put into each one? Why, the engine alone..."
He tuned out her ranting, staring at the smoke breathing monster she had created. This wasn't what he wanted at all! He had pictured a pink bicycle with pretty streamers and plenty of sequins. This thing stank, it was so loud, and just the thought of straddling something that hot made his private parts recede into his skin. He looked over at the tiny woman as she paced back and forth, yelling at him about her prized creation. She was even scarier when she was like this.
"...I even put a little compartment on the side to hold all of your crap!" She sighed and looked at him. He was off in his own little world, seemingly on the verge of tears. A quick scan of his mind told her all she needed to know. "Loud and smoky and warm, eh." She muttered, going over to her blueprints to adjust them here and there. "Get him out of here, I have work to do." Her makura nodded, tugging the blubbering paladin out of the garage.
Two days passed. Fabio had spent that time playing with little Elizabeth and eating the Benen's out of house and home. When she finally came to fetch him, he was hesitant to enter the garage with her and her mechanical monsters.
"Trust me, I fixed it." Her tone was soft and her expression gentle. He swallowed hard and nodded, taking her hand and following her inside. What he saw made his eyes light up and a girlish squeal escape his throat.
It was painted solid gold, adorned with pink gems down the handlebars and sides. An extra large muffler had been installed, and the smoke billowed out as fluffy pink clouds. She'd even included the streamers! He began to bounce up and down, doing a little dance from one leg to the other. "Can I ride it can I ride it canIcanIcanI?!"
She laughed and nodded, and he was on it within the second it seemed. It was not nearly as warm as he thought it would be, and to her embarassment, he seemed to be enjoying the vibrations a little TOO much. He steered it out the door and into the driveway, giggling all the while. Revving the engine, he sped out into the street, not looking back. Had he, he would have seen her chasing after him, running and waving her arms.
"You forgot to pay me, you jackass!"
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| Friday, October 23rd, 2009
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3:53 am
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I think when he started seeing Ska, something snapped inside of me. I had to speak to him, I had to explain why I left and ask what he wanted with her. I think perhaps he was just lonely, not that Ska is a bad girl, it's just she's so... Ska.
Beth wanted her father back. I wanted my husband back. He wanted his family back.
We're happy again.
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| Monday, September 21st, 2009
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2:31 am
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Dear Book,
Life in this old lighthouse is hard sometimes. The wind seeps through the windows and makes it sound like someone outside wants to speak to me. A howling, ghostly, haunting call. I find myself drawn to the glass, staring out as if I expect someone to be out there. All I see is the sea, endless waves and darkness.
This house was the last thing Joseph gave to me, I'm wondering if it's time to move on. With the darkness in my heart lifted, perhaps I am seeing things clearly for the first time in years.
Zanik has started seeing my sister. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I know he won't mistreat her, but at the same time I think her cold heart will end up hurting him.
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| Sunday, September 20th, 2009
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2:16 pm
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Ask the hard questions. Deal with the hard answers. Lower your head and move forward. There's no looking back, no turning back, and no time for regrets.
Arthas is out there.
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| Saturday, September 19th, 2009
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11:49 pm
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(( I'm retconning the last three months of Labrae's life. Sorry to those of you this effects, but I have no other choice in the matter.
Leaving the posts there for... I don't know. I don't have the heart to delete them right now. ))
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| Friday, August 14th, 2009
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5:40 pm
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She found herself at the well again. To anyone passing by, it would seem like the priestess was napping, bent over at the waist, head resting on her folded arms. She was deep in meditation, projecting herself down into the depths of the place. Gods, if Zanik caught her here she'd never hear the end of it. She'd almost lost her physical form to this place before.
The realm of shadows seemed to bind all worlds into one. It was not a place for mortals. While one could argue that the Forsaken were not mortal, they could die as easily as their fragile human cousins. The shadows down here felt wrong to her, unwelcoming, so different than the ones the manipulated day in and day out. She slipped deeper into the darkness, hearing the slithers and whispers around her as her projected shadow form stepped into their realm.
"Labrae." The voice was gentle and somehow familiar. She felt an embrace in the darkness, hands exploring her.
"Bob." Somehow she knew it was her fiend, though he had never spoken before. They shared a bond, and he was loyal to her, even when in his own territory.
"You should not be here, little one." As her eyes adjusted, she could make out the outline of a man, his arms ending in tendrils instead of hands. His toothy grin was a bit disconcerting. "I can not help you as I would on the mortal surface."
She nodded. "I'm not here to cause trouble. I seek answers. There's been someone else, someTHING else inside of my head lately, and I want to know what it is and why. My gut tells me it comes from here. Is it overuse again? Have I abused my powers? Do I need more meditation?" Her shadow clone wrung its hands, such a human gesture in this realm of seeming nothingness. Bob couldn't help but smile.
"Your worries are legitimate, but there is no answer to share with you. She is a part of you and there is no casting her aside. You have controlled that part all your life, why can you not now? Why do you falter?"
"Part of me?" She frowned. She wasn't sure when it started, but she had been suffering from short blackouts for quite some time now. A few minutes of lost time, then an hour, then two. Each time left her feeling terrified upon awakening, lost and alone. She always woke up somewhere different, sometimes with someone glaring at her, yelling at her. Whatever it was that possessed her small frame at those moments was sinister.
"Every soul has a shadow. Secret lusts and temptations. Hatred brews in the gut of every mortal." He smiled, a bit warmer this time as she shook her head hard.
"No, not me. I have no time for hatred."
"I feel it, so deep inside." His tendrils were caressing her, trying to bring her some form of comfort. "When you severed ties with your first love, you were driven by it. When you found out the truth about your husband, it consumed you, little by little." She shuddered as his arms wrapped around her, long enough to weave around her tiny frame twice. "You call out to the dark side for help now and again, you just don't realize it." He went silent as he realized her shadow was sobbing.
"Let her cry. Useless thing." A cold voice, so similar to her own mocked her from the darkness. She turned, making out a form not unlike her own, short and curvy, a sneer on her lips as she approached. "I can hurt you down here, you know. Rob you of your powers. Leave you to rot up there on the well."
"But you won't." Bob's voice boomed as he glared at the other shadow being. "You were not called. Take your leave, it is not your time."
She laughed at him, looking around him to the cowering priestess. "Aww, she's scared of me! Scared of what I might do to her child and the boy she's been following around. Scared I'll go for Zanik, scared I'll steal the life she's worked so hard on!"
Labrae was broken, her control lost. Her shadow slowly withdrew, recoiling from the realm as if reeled in by an invisible fishing pole. She woke with a start, eyes wet with tears. Sniffling, she gathered herself and rode away from Brill as fast as she could.
In the realm of shadows, the fiend had the shadow by the throat, unable to make her stop her infernal cackling. "You've overstepped your bounds, dark one." She kicked at him, grinning and tittering. His anger was rising. "You will be punished, I think."
She blinked and stopped her flailing. "What? You can't punish me." The shadows around them hummed, the slithering growing louder by the minute as outlines formed in the nothingness, door frames emerged, each one sprouting it's own knob. She looked around in awe, even she had never seen such a thing. Hundreds if not thousands of closed doors, as far as her eyes could see. He went to one and opened it. She could feel the cold coming through, and cringed away from it, still caught in his vice grip.
"Go, learn your place while you slave away in another body for awhile." He unceremoniously tossed her through the doorway, smiling as her angry shout faded until silence overtook his realm again. He slammed the door and wandered off to rest, thoughts on the priestess.
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Aches, cold. The floor was cold, her blood was cold. The voice that spoke to her was familiar and powerful, she felt so drawn to it. She stared up at Arthas and let out a long, shaky sigh. Damn that shadowfiend. Damn him into the depths.
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| Sunday, June 28th, 2009
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8:18 pm
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It's been over a year and a half since Joseph's passing, yet I'm still not used to this life. The days of strolling through Silvermoon with a handsome gentleman to my side, having so many friends stop by each night, so many stories told, laughs shared. Those days are over. These days it's Beth and I. She's growing quickly, she points at things and speaks, I read to her and recall the stories of my friends. Rua and Reni, Rajan and Marley, Zanik, Lukastya, Vivimord, Paugus, Fabio, Loche, and all the others. They're just shadows to me now, all but Zanik. I pushed him away for this lonely life, didn't I? I suppose I chose this path. Always following in the shadow of a rogue, always waking up to the other side of the bed being empty and cold. If I were to ask one to hold my hand and stroll through town with me, I think they'd laugh. They don't want to be seen with me or seen at all, really.
I recalled the tale of Joseph last night to a young elf who seemed interested. I collapsed when I got home, I scared poor Elizabeth. I held her and I cried, Gods, I didn't know there were that many tears in me. I made her cry, our psychic bond is strong, and I shared my pain with her. How could I? I couldn't stop myself. I needed someone, anyone, to know my anguish. She didn't seem to fault me for it afterward. She curled up into my stomach and we slept like that, long into the morning.
And now, here I sit, staring at the sun as it makes it's way down. I'll keep walking this rocky path and keep making the same mistakes. I'll hand myself over to be used, I'll love and find nothing in return. I suppose it's some kind of ugly destiny, and it is my own choice. My own path to atone for the sins of the man I married, the man I guarded and protected as he raped and murdered and destroyed. Yes, this road I'm on suits me just fine.
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| Tuesday, June 16th, 2009
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10:58 pm
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I think I understand you now.
It's easier for you to do what you do without someone to come home to. It's easier to perform without love in your heart. The world is black and bleak to you, and that's what makes you good at what you do. You need me, but you don't want me. You don't love me but you don't hate me either. You can't figure out what to do with me, so perhaps I should just take myself out of the equation. Then you'll be good at what you do again.
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| Sunday, June 14th, 2009
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6:12 am
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I spoke awhile with Miss Delial today. I probably said more than I should have about Dracarys. I don't know the whole story with them, but I feel like he has a lot he wants to tell her. I accidentally blabbed to her about the date with Wueten, too. I think she was jealous.
I'm tired. The fashion show was exhausting, but fun, until (something is scratched out to the point where it is unreadable)
Miss Kost sure is pretty.
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| Wednesday, June 10th, 2009
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10:44 am
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What does he think of me? Does he even care about me? Am I just a toy to him? Are all people just a toy? Are we here for him to antagonize, to push buttons?
He hurt Sam's feelings today. He listened in while we spoke privately. I do not know what to say to him, as he feels no remorse or doubts. It's times like these that I wish I had someone to confide in, but there really is no one. He has ears everywhere.
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| Monday, June 8th, 2009
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12:19 am
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I keep thinking it was a ghost. But ghosts don't smell like cherries. Ghosts don't take harsh words to heart. I made him sad, didn't I. A bastard first and a gentleman second, I'll remember that, Dracarys.
If I see him again, I'm going to hit him.
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| Friday, June 5th, 2009
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2:07 pm
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Life has been rather hectic, journal. Shukir keeps me very busy, and though I feel like he trusts me, Ska insists that he does not. I still don't understand this little sister of mine. She's so stoic and serious all of the time. She's easily addicted to pleasures, though, and that worries me. Beth is growing and speaking a lot. She's fallen in love with coloring, and loves to scribble on paper with crayons and paints. She even made me a picture for Mother's Day. I'll place it in here so I do not lose it.
I'll try and write more often, book. I rarely get a pause as of late, though.
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| Saturday, May 16th, 2009
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9:05 pm
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Beth toddled around the house as Labrae gazed out towards the ocean. The days spent with Zanik seemed to be good for the child, she hadn't been sick in a couple of weeks. At night, as the child slept, mother and former lover had time to talk about the future. He still wanted to be Beth's father, and this made the priestess very happy. A tug on her skirt brought her back to the present, the wide blue eyes of her little girl peered up at her. She looks so much like her real father...
"Daddy?"
She couldn't help but smile. Her own smile made Beth's face light up and she giggled. "Your father is out hunting. He's coming to play tomorrow."
Beth considered this before asking her next question. "Shuuu?"
Labrae laughed and picked the little girl up. Gods, she was getting so heavy. "I don't think he wants to play at all! How about we go and find Punchy?" Beth clapped her hands as mother and child headed off to find their makura friend.
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| Saturday, April 4th, 2009
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12:22 am
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She frowned, her chin resting on the window frame, staring out over the quiet hills surrounding Brill. The candle, or what was left of it, flickered as she sighed. The wax had run down the wood, cascading like a pure white icicle down to the floor. She burned it for ten minutes each night at midnight, on the same holder by the window. It was the last place they'd spoken, that hill in the distance, when they'd come to a sad realization. As the flame died, the wick finally giving out after all this time, she turned to her desk and and put pen to paper.
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We fought most nights, not with one another, but with anyone who would step to challenge us. The arena in the Undercity has candles on either side of the entry points. Red on one side, white on the other. He was so poetic. We had a bit of a losing streak going, and I was sad. He plucked a white candle from the rack and told me that it represented innocence, and purity. He put it in my pocket, and I've kept it all this time. The red candles, he said, were blood and passion. I took one of those, and pushed it into his hands. I remember that feeling, our hands together, both surrounding the little wax object, the smile on his lips as I began to blush. He lived for making girls blush.
It was later that evening, over on that hill. We sat and spoke at length. I had a small child now, a dead husband, and Zanik watching over me when he had the time. Our words were chosen carefully, so carefully. He put away his battle gear and changed into the robes he favored, taking my hand again and pulling me close.
"In another lifetime, I could see myself with you." I told him. He smiled, and he agreed, in his own way. A man could see himself with a lady, I think he said. This life was no good for either of us. He was a ghost, a passing visitor. Had he not held me that night, I'd swear he was never real at all. The smell of cherries still haunts me. I get so excited, I look around, but he's never there. With this candle coming to it's end, I fear he has met his end as well...
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A leather clad hand touched the back of her neck, tickling the tiny hairs there. She shivered, looking up at the rogue behind her and smiling. "I'm done, let's get out of here."
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| Saturday, March 21st, 2009
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The little priestess wiped the flour from her brow and nodded firmly. This was her masterpiece. The whole evening and morning had passed without notice, she had given this little project her full attention. Punchy and Beth watched her nearby, both wide-eyed as they observed her frenzied baking technique.
The cake was made up of six layers. Each lemony slab was held together with a thick lime icing, and it was carefully sculpted to look like a tree. The "branches" hung off of it, made of sugar paste and supported with wire. There were fresh fruit slices hanging all over, cherries, oranges, bananas, and strawberries dangled and decorated each layer.
"Just needs one more thing..." Labrae went for her tiniest piping bag and loaded up the yellow icing. At the base of the tree, she carefully began to write...
Happy Birthday Sam!
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| Friday, March 6th, 2009
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3:33 am
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Stuck in the body of an orc, a little priestess spends the evening dancing and giggling and talking to her child.
Things are alright.
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