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 Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:25 am
 The tome before you belongs to Hikari_of_Genesis and Diae. There is a seal surrounding the book, one that allows you to leaf through the pages but prevents you from adding anything. The enchantment is strong and cannot be broken so easily, if at all. So just sit back and enjoy the Tall Tale that is unfolding before you. You can visit the Stationery Store to find out how you can write your own Tall Tale.
About Diae
Written on: 05-28-06
Author: Hikari_of_Genesis
Gender: Male
Age: Embellished Tale
Favorite Tale: Unknown
Least Favorite Tale: Unknown
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:03 pm
[I/XV]----Tall Tales Post-
[II/XIV]-------Navigation-
[III/XIII]-----The genesis-
[IV/XII]--------------Diae-
[V/XI]--------------Family-
[VI/X]----Acquaintances-
[VII/IX]-------posessions-
[VIII/VIII]-Photo Album-
[IX/VII]--------Memories-
[X/VI]-----------Ragwitch-
[XI/V]------------Tall Tale-
[XII/IV]--------------Tome-
[XIII/III]-------------blank-
[XIV/II]-------------Rules-
[XV/I]--------------credits-
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:04 pm
 Diae's Arrival The day was just beginning and there was an unusual sight in the shopfront. Namely Huni, who was more prone to sleeping in on a day like today. It was Huni who was busy checking the inventory of the shop, a pad of paper in hand as she made lists and confirmed whether she needed to restock. The rest of the household continued to sleep and they would remain there for the next few hours it seemed.Hikari mused to herself as she stood infront of the stationary shop that she had once visited before. But now, she had a mission. Dear old friends deserved nice pretty cards for their well being, and the teen found herself remembering the card stock that had appeared. A simple blank card with a few pastel colors would fit her cause rather well, she assumed before checking the times said shop was open.
A furrowed brow and a bitten lip as she searched the shop front for some sign indicating that it was open to customers... such was not foud. Hikari muttered something along the lines of 'it being too early' or 'her contacts were useless' and checked the door. Finding it open, she stepped in timidly.
"'lo?" she called out, hoping for someone to answer her. She was a mess in shops. And something that would normally be a 5 minute trip turned into an hour stop via her indecisive manner.Huni turned at the sound of the chimes ringing as the door opened. It was still fairly early for customers, but then again the shop was supposed to be open by this time.
"Welcome, how can I help you?" Huni asked, unsure if she's met this woman before. Huni always did have such a horrible memory.Hikari shuffled through the door, berating herself for her inablity to find opening and closing times on shop fronts. Glancing around the shop for the diembodied voice...was it really that early. Giving a shake of her head the teen gave a wary response, that could and should be classified as redundant.
"Erm, yes. Hello. Would you happen to have any stationary?"Huni laughs, "Of course we do, honey, this is a Stationery store. Feel free to look around, I'll be right here if you need anything." and once again she resumes scanning the display stands and shelves while scribbling information on her pad."Oh, thank you. And sorry, it's just-just too early."
A mental face slap and a request from her housemates for more sleep should fix this issue, Hikari noted. She turned about and head over to a rack of cards that had caught her eye. A pastel duck? Sure, why not. Then picked the card up and examined it carefully, or as carefully one with faulty contacts could.
Did this person in need of well being like ducks? That was the question. The woman checking the inventory was little too preoccupied with her task to notice or hear the Study door creak open...
Hikari jumped upon hearing a creak come from somewhere in the vicinity. As she had been repeating to herself all morning, it was just too early. Hikari peered around looking for the source of the creaking. Even though she was startled, odd creaks and unnatural noises, in her mind, caught her attention. Clinging to the pastel-duck clad bit of stationary, the teen made her way to see a door slightly a jar.
"Miss," Hikari, all to softly to be catching ones attention, "the door is...open."The woman doesn't respond, in fact she seems to have disappeared altogether. Leaving Hikari in a dilemma: will she leave the shop and return later once things are more... normal? Or will she brave into the unknown room? After all, the woman did say she should feel free to look around.Hikari swung her head to the left and right, checking for any other bodies around to tell her not to quench her peaked interest. Wiping a few strands of hair out of her eyes, she continued forward.
Odd, she thought, wasn't the other woman in the shop somewhere. She was just there, Hikari could have sworn it. The teen lightly pushed the study door open, holding her breath as she took a step into the other room.
Why was she antsy about this? The woman did say 'feel free to look around'. Hikari deducted that she would only take a peek or else she would feel curious and side-tracked for the rest of the day. And a side-tracked Hikari while cooking meant pain for fingers.The Study was plain, and dark despite the sunlight that streamed in from the shopfront. It was as if all the lumination in the world was being drained away in order to keep the single lightbulb burning. It flickered now again, threatening to die out any moment unless the intruder entered and closed the door.Hikari gave a flickering lightbulb a threatening glower. My how she hated flickering lightbulbs. Sighing heavily, she closed the door behind her and trod over to the lightbulb in attempts to stop its annoying manner. A simple twist of the bulb and Hikari could only assume it would shine brightly there after. Or maybe this study was one of the many awkward and dark rooms she had managed to find.
It appears that the bulb (no matter how much Hikari tries) is simply out of reach. Perhaps her fingers could brush against its very tip, but nothing more. Would she dare stand atop the table? The Study hopes not, because the Tome is very territorial and it snaps open suddenly, spitting out a pen from its blank pages.Hikari glared up at the lightbulb rather iineffectively. She tried reaching up a hand to fix it's problem, but to no avail. A hop, a skip, a running start before a leap. All were in vain. She couldn't reach the bulb and that fact was worming its way beneath her skin.
"I'm not that short," She murmurred before her eyes fell upon the table. Maybe it would make an effective step ladder, "I'll fix you yet, monsieur lightbulb."
And then, there was a sharp noise that startled Hikari with foot raised to carry out her plan, to where she fell backwards onto the study floor. The teen pushed herself up and began to dust off a shoulder before noticing that a rather large book, no tome, lay open on the study table. And was that a pen that flew out?The pen soared in the air and landed with a thud, nearly upsetting an inkwell. From the moment the pen shot out, to the moment it stopped just beside the inkwell, words had appeared on the previously blank pages.
They did not seem to be written, rather they appeared to have been stitched onto the paper. It wasn't the sort of stitches found in machine manufactured products. No, it was handmade with care and love and perhaps a higher purpose...
"What do they want?" Jumping back when the pen landed heavily on the tome, gaping when the stitched writing appeared with no known writer, and rubbing her temples as she thought of what she was to do. Was she to tell the shop keeper that books were speaking to her in the study? Or would it be better to play along in such a phenomenom?
Raking her hand through her hair, she picked up the pen. A foolish thing, she thought, but what else was there to do? With a practiced hand she dipped the pen into the inkwell and carefully wrote out her response to the absurd question.
Something they cannot have The lightbulb sighed and gave up its struggle against the darkness. The room was engulfed in darkness, drowning Hikari in its opaque embrace. Leaves suddenly began to scratch at her cheeks, at her arms, at her legs. Long tendrils and vines curled at her ankles and wrists as the sounds of gunfire rang throughout the air.Hikari ducked at the gunfire. What the hell just happened? First she was in a study that was all too creepy for its own good and now she was thrown into a war zone? Or a hunting of sorts? She cringed and held onto the head for extra moral support. Crawling on hands and knees in the darkness did not seem like a pleasant plan so her movement stopped.
She kept quiet, only the sound of her frightened breath came from her spot in this abyss.The loud roar of fighter planes zoomed overhead and more gunshots fired. Whines and growls from a pack of dogs sounded dangerously close.
"This way!"
"Find it!"
More yells echoed, yells filled with anger and hate. There came a loud explosion from the skies, followed by a deadly crash as a plane plummetted to the ground. Fire! There was fire everywhere, everything was burning! Oddly enough, even though the fires licked at Hikari, they never singed her. By the time everything was reduced to ashes, the sun rose in the horizon to greet the day.
And suddenly, she was back in the Study.
Seated before Hikari, clutching a ragdoll and a pale yellow tome in his arms, was a little boy no older than five. There was a refreshing sense of hope in his eyes as he stared at Hikari. 
The study. The question. Her answer. It made no sense.
A tentative glance swept over to where the tome had been. Key word of the day: 'had'.
Eyes wide and mouth gaping, she took in the sight of the small boy and ragdoll. This was not going to go over well with her inner conscience.
The small boy's gaze drifted to the Teen in an unknown feeling of content. He smiled softly and squeezed his ragdoll and tome with an expression of expectancy upon his features.
"Fu." The Study door opened as silently as it had just moments before. And outside, the woman was still checking the inventory of the displays and shelves.
"Have you found something you like?" she asks, without so much as a glance back.Diae sat on the table now with a slight scowl on his face. Wooden desks did not make adequet seating places. The boy shuffled in his spot, bare feet rubbing against the surface as he made an attempt to move from his perch.
"Fu," He chirped again, finally gettin ght motive to outstretch his arms, the tome toppling to the desk next to him and the ragdoll grasped firmly in his hand, "Fu! Fufufu."
The clattering of the tome caught Hikari's eye, this was very unexpected. She traveled the short distance to the desk and instinctively picked the child up and into her arms.
"Hello, there little guy," she murmurred, stroking golden spikes to which the child cooed, "What's your name?"
The question was directed to herself, but still the child gazed up at her in confusion before snuggling into her arms. The teen reached over and picked up the yellow tome with her idle hand and travled to where the shopkeep's question had admitted from.
"Erm, what just happened?" Hikari asked, still clinging to the small boy who looked up at the shopkeep in question. "Hmm?" Huni began as she turned around to properly address the customer. Her jade eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of the child in Hikari's arms.
"Oh, well, you see there's something not quite right with that room. The big Tome lures people in and traps them into a committment to care for a child. Said committment is entered once you answer a question it poses. The child's name is found on the cover or in the first page of the small tome. And they're called Tales but as to what they really are I haven't the slightest clue." she explains without batting an eye. It is evident this has happened before, and from her relaxed nature it was nothing to be worried about.Hikari lets out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. This was a little fast for her. Why was the woman so calm about this? And then she remembered. Chao and Aido, wasn't their story similar? With a shake of her head Hikari fumbled with the tome in her hand. Such actions were troublesome with a child watching closly and utilizing an arm that would be fully capable to help with the troubles of tome reading. Hikari managed to hook a thumb into the front cover of the tome and read the print there.
"Diae," She stated, looking to the boy in her arms expectantly, "Is that your name?"
Diae swung his head around upon hearing his name uttered by Hikari. A large smile spead across his face upon recongnition. He pointed his ragdoll to himself and gurggled happily.
Hikari glanced at said doll with curiosity, "What's his name?" she said pointing to the ragdoll.
Diae's brow furrowed in a moment of confusion before holding out the scarfed doll with an air of pride, "'es Eain!" [How many years since you found yourself staring at the endless skies?]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:08 pm
  Name: Diae Corrigan
Name: Diae Corrigan
Author: Hikari Corrigan
Gender: Male
Species: Tall Tale/Ragwitch
Age: Simple Truth
Posts in: Olive
Marital Status: Single
Question: What are they after?
Answer: Something they cannot have
Eye Color: Light Blue
Hair: Blond n' Spikey
Skin Tone: slightly pale.
Markings:
Power: unknown of for now
Normal Attire: [thus far] Diae is never seen without his goggles, nor without his ragdoll. He prefers roomy and baggy clothing as oppossed to tight attire. He dislikes having his feet captured in socks let alone shoes. The barefootedness gives him a feel of flying while swinging. His Darker pants have deep pockets to hold his doll or any other asorted object he may come across in his wild and often eccentric journeys
Likes: Music, Swinging, Highplaces, His Ragdoll and Goggles, Trust, Family, Adventures/Exploration, Friends, Swinging, Breezes and Wind, Flying objects
Dislikes: Loud noises, Shadow, Darkness, Being alone, Winter, dogs, Betrayal, Falling from high places, did I mention dogs? This boy is petrified of dogs
Personality: At first the Tale comes off as a shy boy, unable to fit in because he is so self-conscious. He doesn't like to upset anybody, and can often be too trusting when it comes to people he takes a liking to. He enjoys having fun and learning new things and will often (much to a guardians' dismay) will repeat anything he hears. As a young child, he will be very emotional [everyone has a breaking point], and somewhat of a crybaby. But despite his younger weak appearance he has a strong and willing air to him.
Theme: Fired Up, Feels Good (remix Robert Duncan) - Military Run in Cadence (listen to it Here)
[unaware of yourself, who you are and where you're going.]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:48 pm
Author: Hikari Corrigan Age: 17? more information to be added. [Look beyond the place you stand]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:49 pm
[And there is comfort in the sound~]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:51 pm
[x]-Eain, a seemingly handswen, messy stitched, raw material, Rag Doll. A tattered striped scarf hangs about his neck...Why does Diae cling to this aged thing?
[x]- Diae's goggles are off limits to any prying fingers [except Aido because Diae sees her as a second mum/sister o.o!? And Chailyn because she let him see her veil]. They are a security item that are always hanging about his neck. He often wears them over his eyes in times of insecurity, they do seem to calm him down...alot
[x]- A very...Young sewing set. With big plastic yarn needle and bright colored yarn and those wood block cut-outs in the shapes of frogs and such.
[x]- The Books: Dream, The Golden Compass
[x]- A hip satchle that can be attached to a belt, Diae made this without my knowing. Where did he get the supplies?!
[Every plan is a tiny prayer to father time]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 5:15 pm
Simple Truth
May 28, 2006-??? [Oceans grey and grey feeling my despair]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 5:50 pm
Simple Truth * 3 Months Simple Truth (9/3) * Dear Diary Entries (3/3) * Play Dates (2/2) * Group RP (0/1) * Books (2/3) * Plushie (Eain/1) * Learning Toy (1/1) [Maybe I find the truth.]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 5:53 pm
Ragwitch: A mage of sorts who utilize hand sewn ragdolls to release condensed elemental powers [more information pending]
Rag dolls: The intrument used in ragwitchery, a hand stiched doll given a name and element specialty. Within the ragdoll is sewn a talisman, and written in the Ragwitch's life's blood on this object is a specific symbol. [symbol image pending / more information pending]
'Stitcher': A vulger, insulting name for a ragtwitch. [History pending]
Symbols and Elemental Talismans:
[Pending][Questions I can't bear, feeling so tired]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 6:08 pm
[here's the day you hoped would never come...]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 6:08 pm
First page of the pale yellow tome:
Diae
What do they want?
Something they cannot have [As if saved from the gallows]
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:57 pm
-blank-
[There's nothing left to say this time]
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:59 pm
1. Please don't post in Diae's Tome unless you are either: a visiting Tale, a Tale's Guardian, the _Tall_Tales mule, someone with permission [Drop a PM to get permission] or if you're dropping off a gift [please keep it to one post if possible / I would prefer if you sent gift drop offs via Pm so that I may post them and your rp-or-message along with it.]
2. Please detach signatures while posting in the tome.
3. Don't PM me/Huni/Syrie/any Shop ownere asking if Diae is for sale. It's posted in the main rules, please abide by them.
4. The banners are mine, brushes used in them may not be.
5. Diae's concept and character are like a portion of me. I struggled hard over his concept, perfecting it to my liking. His Tale and the worlds he may visit/mentioned are my creation. (Similarities to other subjects may occur, but they will be modified to my liking).
6. The lyrics displayed are (c) to their respective creators.
7. The rules are susceptible to change. In terms of Roman numerals
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 9:00 pm
 Diary concept copyright to Anya!
Diae's Artwork it (c) to Lowell
The Tall Tales concept belongs to Huni
Diae's journal setup was modified from Chaoticdivinity's Aido!tome
Memories post from Kyribird's Khalindra's tome. heart
[Sing in tune with the din of the falls]
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