Welcome to Gaia! ::

You have come to the Notebook of Xennik and Regen. Please do not post unless you have their permission.

This Showers egg was received by Xennik on March 27th, 2005:

Arianna Viadia opened the door to her one and only patient's room. It was time for his speech lesson, which it was her job to give him, but he had yet to come out of his room. She stopped in the doorway. Xennik Diagin sat at his window, gazing out into the rain, lost to this world. There was something about the melancholy peace of the moment that made Arianna decide against disturbing the man. She stepped out and quietly closed the door. The poor man, she thought, all alone in the world. Her heart went out to him.

Xennik's eyes were glazed as he stared out at the rain, not really seeing anything. The click of the door closing behind him brought him to his senses. He shifted in his chair, restless. Again he turned his attention to the rain pouring outside his window. Like another world, it was....So alive, so full. So unlike him. A world that he would never touch. So far, yet so close.

He put his hand to the window, spreading his fingers out. He could not feel the cool glass beneath his palm.

He gave a frustrated sigh and struggled to open the window. Finally, exhausted by the attempt, he managed ti slide it open. The cool rain gently peppered his exhausted body. He could only feel a few of the drops. Tears of helplessness came to his eyes and he thrust his arm out the window. The rain fell all around it, yet he could feel nothing. Oh, how he had once loved the rain! Especially in the spring, those short but violent storms, bringing quick relief to the sultry weather of spring. Of all the things Xennik Diagin missed about his old life was the feel of rain on his skin.

And that was when, hardly the size of a gumball, the tiny egg dropped into his open hand.


~ - - - - - - - - - - ~



Care of egg:

Keep it cool and wet as possible until it hatches.

/And Wake My Dreams/

Out Of Character:

I finally had the time, courage, and money to enter the first spring flatsale, and won!

This was my entry:

Your name: Xennik Droid (roleplaying character's name is Xennik "Droid" Gray Diagin)
The date: March 23 - 24, 2005
Why you want a Wethkin: Why wouldn't I? They are beautifully colored, very original, and, as far as I have seen, beautifully drawn. I also love the fact that they do not require roleplaying, as sometimes I have very little time. I have loved the Wethkin since they were first introduced to Gaia and would love to own one of my own. They're so beautiful.
What type for this season are you interested in most and why: I really don't care. I would love any type of Wethkin from any season. I'm not a picky person. But since you probably want a straight out answer, I guess I'd prefer the Falling Petals. Or perhaps the showers, since I've always loved the rain.

RP Situation -

2. With Easter coming up, you set out to get the one you love a beautiful Easter lily plant but the local florist seems to be all out when you walk down to get one. Discouraged and crestfallen you walk home, accidentally turning onto a street you haven't noticed before. Looking around as you reach the end of the street, you notice a massive garden in front of a tiny house. There is a small sign on the gate "Ms. Nisbit - Charms, Potions & Witchery".....

Your Responce to the situation (in formal style narritive RP please, the longer is better but there is now a 600 word limit :3 ):

"Ye-es!" I cried in exasperation, "I promise I wo-on't go near the 'fil-ilthy marketplace'! Is it too much to ask to get...get a little a-air?" I demanded, angry. I was, as usual, stuttering, and I could tell that Tutor Temple (my Walking/Physical Therapist) and Nurse Jiora were not happy about it. But I was desperate. I had to get some air, or I was likely to shrivel up and die anyway, despite their attempts at preventing that.

"Mr. Diagin," Nurse Jiora said in that I'm-so-superior tone of hers, "I'm not sure this is a good idea. What if you go into spasms, without anyone there with you? The world is a cruel place..."

"I-I..I know!" I shouted, tightening my grip on my cane, "I, of a-all people...people, should know tha-at!" I forced myself to calm down, steadied my breathing, then continued with a new resolve, "No-ow, I a-am LEAVING. Send so-umone after me, i-if you must, but if I don't ge-et out o-of here, I'm go-oing to go insane! I-it seems to run in the family!" The two women winced. I spun around and hobbled out of the room.

For three long years I had struggled through rehabilitation, fighting a seemingly endless battle against all odds. It seemed an eternity ago that I had had any freedom at all.

My first breath of fresh air in six months was pure bliss. It was spring, almost Easter, and flowers were blooming everywhere on the carefully tended gardens of my 'home' (obviously not tended by me.). Despite myself, I felt a smile tugging at my lips. I wouldn't go into the marketplace, just to the closest floral shop. Perhaps I would buy Vael some Easter lilies. I had heard that they were gorgeous, though I hadn't seen any flowers but the occasional rose in almost two years. Vael, one of my few and scarce friends, loved flowers.

But they were out.

I was beginning to get tired. I would have to go back home empty-handed. I sighed, but stuck with my plan as I imagined what Dr. Baron's reaction would be if I were to faint in the middle of the road.

I wouldn't be in much danger. One of my bodyguards, you might call them, was following me, very pathetically disguised. But Dr. Baron was a man to be feared, and I didn't want to press my luck with him. Leaning heavily on my cane, I stumbled away.

I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I didn't remember this street...

I reached the end of the side-street and looked around, hoping to spot a familiar landmark and praying that I wasn't lost. I noticed a small house completely surrounded by a gargantuan garden. There was a small sign on the gate proclaiming;

"Ms. Nisbit - Charms, Potions & Witchery".

I rose a surprised eyebrow (I only had one to raise) and turned to leave. I didn't trust magic. But then I stopped, a bit of my old stubbornness coming back to me. I was going to get Vael those flowers.

The gate creaked a little as I opened it. I was immediately bombarded by the sweet scent of hundreds of flowers. Natural perfume, not like the far-too-powerful artificial stuff that some of the nurses and tutors wore back 'home'. The beautiful scent of natural flowers.

One particular scent caught my attention. I turned and saw a small sign, telling me that they were "Easter lilies". I sucked in a breath of surprised delight. They were beautiful flowers. Pretty.

"I see you like the Easter lilies," a voice interrupted my thoughts. I jumped and spun around.

"I-I..I'm so-"

"Oh, no," the wizened old lady shook her hand at me, "There's no need to apologize. Everyone likes Easter lilies. But -- my! You're so pale! Don't you ever get any sunshine, child?"

"No." I answered bluntly.

"Ah, well then, Easter lilies would be appealing to you. They have the most alluring scent, wouldn't you agree?"

"Ye-es, they do." she looked at me strangely as I stuttered. I sighed. "I-I'm sorry. I'm wa-asting your tim...ime. I...I ha-ad b-b-better ge-et...home."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure they're expecting you back soon, Xennik, dear. But, before you go," she bent over and picked a bunch of the Easter lilies, handing them to me. "Take these with you, free of charge. You need something to remind you that it's spring."

I nodded and turned to leave, before realizing that she had known my name without my telling it to her. I turned around again, but the woman was already gone.

"Tha-ank you." I murmured into the silence of her garden, clutching the lilies close.

I went 175 words over the limit, but, toward the end of the flatsale Pika-bunny allowed all the contestants to pass the word limit, as long as their entries didn't exceed two pages.


In Character:

To be here in the near future.

Melodies

/...Let the Rain Fall Down.../

Spritkin, Wethkin, banners, Wethkin and Spritkin art, and concept copywrite Pika-bunny. Use of any of these materials without express permission from her is punishable by law. (a.k.a. Art theft is a CRIME) Xennik is my character. You MAY NOT use him, or anything having to do with him (Project Live Again, characters, concept, names, etc.) without my permission. I mean it. domokun

Dessin had never loved anyone before. If he ever had, he could no longer remember it. But his memory wasn''t the best. That happens to you when you die. Or, at least, it had happened to him. He couldn''t even remember how he had died. This disturbed him and angered him. This angered him even more. His death had not been his fault. This was one of the few things he remembered. There had to be someone to blame, but he could not remember who. It was not easy for a ghost to rid himself of anger. You couldn''t go and punch your fist through a wall and just rid yourself of anger. Well, you could punch your fist through a wall, quite easilly actually, but there was no satisfaction of destruction. No prize. There was no one to take your anger out on. It just had to build.

He could not be mad at Xennik.

He was intelligent enough to know when something went wrong. He remembered, at least, the days when his guardian had had no metal in his bones, no glass in his eye. Smiles had come a little easier then, but not much. But the change, after the accident, had been so complete, so final, that Dessin had known there would be no going back. Xennik had become a zombie. Worse than any death Dessin could imagine, and he had been dead, was dead. No expression at all flickered on Xennik''s exhausted face. He was tired of trying. Trying and failing. That was all he did. Now he was tired.

He had never really trusted magic. Anything supernatural was unnatural, to Xennik. But, before he had hoped enough to believe. Just enough. Just enough to believe in Dessin. Dessin had been more of an imaginary friend, back then, but he hadn''t really minded.

But now he could no longer hear or even, in the slightest, see Dessin. He had given up.

He no longer believed.

~------------------~

At first, Dessin didn't know quite what to do. He floated behind Xennik uncertainly, watching with wide, astonished eyes. Xennik gazed at his hand with the mildest of interest. Then his eyes glazed and he pulled his hand back through the window and into the hospital room. A sigh escaped his lips, and he dumped the shining rainwater onto the bed.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN'!?" Dessin bellowed, dashing to the bed, thanking the laws of gravity that the glowing object hadn't been damaged. It was an egg of some sort. Awed, Dessin reached an uncertain hand toward the raindrop. It was definitely an egg. His hand went through it, and he sighed at his helplessness.

Xennik was completely ignoring him (that wasn't new) and the egg altogether, as if he hadn't just discovered an amazing life form, but had simply gotten his hand wet in the rain. He straightened the blankets on his bed, knocking the egg, despite Dessin's unheard protests, to the floor, where it rolled under the bed. Dessin cried out and knelt down, praying that the egg was alright. It was. The jelly-like coating had prevented damage. Dessin breathed a sigh of relief.

What was up with Xennik? What was wrong with him? Could he not see the egg? Or was he just ignoring it? But why would he? How could you ignore something like this?

~---------------------------------~