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 Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 12:33 pm
 Art © Dgcakes
Concept © DgcakesThis journal is Private and you may only post in it with Kasigi Omi's permission. If you don't have said permission then don't post here. Do not ask Kasigi Omi to sell or give you this kid because it is NOT for sale. If you want one PM Dgcakes Assigned: 2/21/07 Name: Poe Gender: Male Guardian: Wilde (Kasigi Omi) Power: Honor
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:30 pm
Table of Contents I. Table of Contents
II. About Wilde
III. About Poe
IV. Updates
V. Requirements
VI. Assorted Links
VII. Pictures of Poe
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:32 pm
About Wilde
- Coming Soon -
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:35 pm
Updates
* 3/8/07 - Wilde returns home after his death
* 3/24/07 - Wilde finds baby Poe
*4/11/07 - Poe is able to skip toddler stage
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 8:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 5:24 pm
Journal One
I must confess to being absolutely confused. Not very long ago, I have a vague memory of staggering out of my home in the search of some Starbucks, hoping in some hazy part of my mind that the inevitable coffee crash would finally allow me to get some sleep- I didn't much care where- and then I find myself waking up in a strange place with a strange pink haired man telling me strange stories. Something about guardians and relics and babies.
I suppose I should record here the nature of this odd necklace I now find around my neck. It is quite masterfully made, I must confess that, and I have no idea where it came from, but as those strange people seemed to know what it was I must assume it came from them, for whatever reason. It is shaped like a katana, in the sheath. It has some stunning minute decorations, but I cannot determine what the symbols mean. I also seem unable to take it off. I am not sure if that is because I am physically incapable, or what else could be stopping me, but it is strange. Very strange.
Whenever I try to, a flash of some sparkling light and a sense of communion overcome me and before I know what has happened my hands are at my sides as if they had not been attempting to remove it at all. Hence the confusion as to why I cannot remove it. This displeases me, as it's rather large and hard to hide under my shirt, which I found myself attempting to do today so that I could go back to work. Fortunately, no one commented. No one asks the brilliant why they act so mad sometimes, I suppose. Am I mad? It's possible. I've often wondered, and wish I could say no one had ever accused me of it.
I am told I should prepare room for a child. I feel, somewhat, as if I should, just in case. Perhaps this is a bit too crazy even for me, however. I will hold off and see what happens... I don't even like children, honestly!
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 12:30 pm
Journal Two
When I woke up this morning, the 'relic' around my neck was hot and seemed to be vibrating against my skin. As I know of no necklace that normally indulges in this sort of behavior, I am starting to consider that perhaps I might want to go ahead and prepare for a child, though the whole thing still seems quite strange.
After I finish grading the myriad papers I have allowed to pile up on my.... leave... I will be heading out. Fortunately I have that spare bedroom that I always planned to turn into a library but never got around to. The study/office is certainly large enough for that purpose anyway. What possessed me to buy a house larger than I needed is beyond me. I suppose I felt it was befitting of my status? I have no idea what my colleagues mean by calling me arrogant, just because I'm better than them.
But how does one decorate and prepare for a child, in one day. And a child that's supposed to be a godling at that?
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 11:58 am
Journal Three
After what might initially have been considered a strange dream (as if that could not be applied to this entire happening!) I wake in my familiar bed to find my amulet gone, a sleeping baby in my arms, and a sword nearby with a phone number for the strange ship I initially found myself waking up on. If there was any doubt about the reality of all of this before- and there was, but it was mostly cast aside by copious work for my job- then it is gone now. I am glad I finally broke down and prepared a room for this child.
Upon waking, I stared in some surprise at the little infant and was even more surprised that the feelings of distaste I usually have towards... children... were not present. I'm not exactly parent material, but this might not be so awful. I finally picked him up and deposited him carefully in the small bed I had procured, with no small measure of embarrassment. He is still sleeping soundly, as far as I can tell.
My mind is racing. I have no idea what to do. I will probably call that strange ship tomorrow and see if they have some suggestions. For now, I'll just try to get back to sleep, and if that eludes me, well, I have a huge stack of essays to finish grading...
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