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"You play God again and again, you play God again and again, who laughs at me..."
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Jun. 6th, 2008 @ 11:07 am
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Current Mood:  paranoid Current Music: "Du Spielst Gott" - Oomph |
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"You might try and hide, and you might try and pray, but we all end up the remains of the day"
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May. 29th, 2008 @ 11:38 am
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[ooc: I'm back... sorta. Computer and Internet is back, so I can watch, but I'll be a bit slow with posting because of course with my summer class and also trying to get caught up with you evil posting fiends. XD]
Anyone who tries to visit MY tower now will have to deal with all the nasty curses defensive spells I've placed on the door and windows. You have Una to thank for that. Apparently she got it into that delicate, whimsical head of hers that she could destroy all my experiments and research while I was away. Fortunately, my memory is rather good, and I found that I can save most of my notes on this device that I use already for communication. All other materials will have to be rebuilt, re-gathered, or re-created.
That is quite a pain.
Obviously, Una and I are no longer roommates.
Sal... I believe all these bullets in my room are yours. Would you like them back?
I'm looking forward to what Metatron and Lucifer have in store for the first trial. A trial of the mind. Sounds rather enjoyable and challenging to me.
Current Mood:  angry Current Music: Remains of the Day - Corpse Bride |
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Neither the Abarat Nor the Hereafter...
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May. 1st, 2008 @ 11:43 am
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...so the Devil's Servant told me, after his master restored me from... a usually permanent fate.
Then he gave me this communication device. An obsidian crystal ball, inside which I can read all these... journals, and dictate my own responses. Fascinating how much others are so willing to reveal about themselves to complete strangers this way.
Niflheim is not as glorious as Inquisit, the Towers of Midnight on Gorgossium, but it shall do, I suppose. I have to share my room with this creature named Una. She is quite ridiculous unique in that, she does not seem to mind sharing the same space as myself. Most of my "kinsmen" treat me with either terror or reverence.
How strange this world is...
Oh, and although I may not be a Prince anymore... I simply want to share to all who actually choose visit the Tower.
Never. Touch. What. Is. Mine. I have very delicate instruments and experiments. And your filthy curious hands would do well to keep away.
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