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 Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:27 am
Kilah's dead. I went to the center, ran into that bat girl, Karoko. She told me. Gave me some s**t Kilah wanted me to have. I don't know how she died. I forgot to ask. But you know Kilah. Probably took on someone just a bit too big for ******** b***h. How could she just go and die like that?! The dumbass just doesn't know when to quit. You'd think after all the times she's gotten n trouble that she'd just try to have a normal life. She just...goes looking for trouble! ...Damn I'm gonna miss her. She made a recording for me. I guess she figured she was gonna die. But yeah, recording. It was...well, it was Kilah. Yeah. She also left me this spell gem. It's completely useless 'cause I can't do magic, but it's pretty enough. I'm keeping it on my shelf. And then there was this note to Jax, and I've already given it to him, but I didn't understand it and he didn't explain. I can't... I have this nagging feeling that her death has something to do with that shape shifter thing. Karoko probably would have said if it had, but... It just seems weird. What else could it have been? I'm keeping the gem safe. Have it hidden (won't say where). And if Kilah could die to keep it safe, then I sure as hell can too. I'm the only guard left. Some new year. --Lyrus
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 9:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 11:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 6:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 4:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 9:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 8:01 pm
LYRUS IS A TEEN (finally)!!! And his hair is longer! And he's a lot taller, too (well, that was probably a given). Even the pattern on his wrist has changed to suit the new, older Lyrus. Well, he certainly seems a lot more in control of his life, now. What shall come from this cooler, hornier Lyrus, I wonder?
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 8:34 pm
Pickpocket VI He awoke the following morning to a painful cramp in his neck. At some point, while he’d slept, he had shifted on the couch until his chin was nearly pressed against his chest; his head was propped up by the arm of the sofa. Grunting, he sat up, carefully stretching his neck one way and then the other to ease the cramp. As the stiffness passed, he lifted a hand with the intention of helping his neck revive with the aid of a backwards massage, but froze instead at a riiiiip from the fabric of his shirt. His shirt was far too tight, clinging, constricting, though not quite to a painful extent. His shorts, however, he realized as he sat up to inspect the shirt, were much worse off. The denim fabric had held, but was likewise far too small; the terrible pinch resulting from his movement nearly made him fall off the sofa. Instead, he dropped back to lay on the couch (even the awkward positioning of his head was better than THAT), and carefully wormed his way out of the shorts and kicked them away. Sitting up, he took a minute to examine the changes he had gone through overnight. He’d grown. Stealing the diamond had done more good than he’d previously expected. Smirking, he climbed to his feet and grabbed for his coat, but frowned. He’d grow, but…he didn’t have any fitting clothes anymore. His shirt was ripped, there was no way he was putting those shorts back on. He doubted the coat would fit over his shoulders. Frowning, he fell back to the couch, chewing on his bottom lip while he thought. He still had a couple of blankets, and he’d seen odder things than people strutting by in togas, but he’d rather avoid that if possible. However, after pondering over several other options and drawing a blank, he decided it was the most plausible, and was in the process of wrapping the blanket around himself when he noticed his dragon friend returning. The ram dragon seemed rather smug with a large rat dangling from its mouth; it hadn’t ever given up the hobby even when Lyrus had been able to buy them both proper food. Its decidedly smug expression quickly gave way to a more prominent smirk, however, at the young man’s appearance. Lyrus, scowling, spread his arms in a gesture of confusion—and quickly closed them again when the blanket nearly fell. “What else am I supposed to do? Help me out?” The dragon something calmly dropped his rat and slipped out the way he had come. Taking that for a yes, Lyrus returned to his couch and drew from between the cushions the diamond from the previous day, carefully examining it for any signs of damage and setting it on the seat beside him, where he poured over it for a bit longer before carefully wrapping it in the remains of his old shirt for transport. Before long the ram dragon returned, dragging with it a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, probably stolen from some unfortunate's clothesline. Both garments turned out to be too large, but fit well enough given the circumstances. After tying up his pants with a make-shift belt from a strip of his ex-shirt and thanking the dragon profusely, Lyrus, barefoot and looking more like a bum than ever, struck out to meet Ed. And buy new clothes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 8:37 pm
Pickpocket VII He had taken his sweet time, opting to first buy himself some decent clothing before turning up to meet with Ed. When he had ventured into the nicer area of the city to purchase some proper clothes, he had nearly been turned away, but a quick flash of bills and the snapped explanation that he had been robbed had the salesperson hanging on his every word. Lyrus had long since learned that the key to selling your story was in believing it completely yourself. His story was this: He was a young and upcoming actor, traveling from some otherwhere for an important meeting with some equally important individuals over some multimillion-dollar film he was to star in. He concocted an elaborate tale of how he had been robbed by a taxi driver while on his way to his hotel, of how the police were still after the b*****d, and how he himself was really in a hurry, but needed something more appropriate to wear than this, which had been loaned to him by one of the police officers. His attitude offered no room for debate in his story, and the start-struck saleswoman trailed him like a puppy. He bought only three outfits, two more casual and one of a decidedly nicer sort, tipped the saleswoman and offered her a wink as he left, wearing one of his new outfits out. The stolen clothing was bundled in a spare bag, but kept should situation require it. Waste not, want not. He stopped briefly at in his run-down office to drop off his bags and pick up a bit more cash—his purchases had left him with a sizably smaller portion of his savings, but he was sure it was worth it-- then double-checked the condition of the diamond and headed for the pawn shop. Lyrus stepped into the little shop with an air of absolutely authority, and his confidence only grew at the confused expression on the shop owner’s face when Ed recognized him. He walked straight up to the counter, but there paused, lazily glancing around to be sure the pawn shop was empty while he spoke. Unsurprisingly, it was. “Got something for you.” With those words, the shop owner seemed to decide that it really was Lyrus and recovered somewhat, even grinning and leaning forward as if expecting the priceless gem to pop out of the Sin’s ear. The young man had changed a considerable amount since the last time Ed had seen him; something must have happened. “Ya got it?” The lamb Sin held up a finger, then took a step back from the counter, reaching into his pocket and drawing out a folded piece of paper. Ignoring the disappointed look on the shop owner’s face, he unfolded the paper and set it atop the counter, pushing it over for Ed to read. Ed briefly skimmed the parchment, frown deepening with irritating, both for what was written and the fact that he had to read it. Finally, he gave up on it and simply shoved the paper back towards Lyrus. “Wha’s your point?” “I’m buying your shop,” the Sin replied casually, nodding towards the paper. “And the space above it. For the gem. That’s the contract. Sign it.” Though, nowhere in the contract did it say exactly with what Lyrus was paying. But he didn’t think Ed would look that closely. And he was right. The shop owner scowled and snatched the paper up to ‘read over’ it once more, but his irritation was such that his eyes only scanned the words, not at all absorbing their meanings. “An’ where’m I s’posed t’ live, eh?” “That’s not my problem,” Lyrus countered, and folded his arms. “I’ll give you a week to find a new place, and then I’m moving in. Or, if you’re not interested, I could find another buyer…” But before Lyrus had even finished the sentence, the shop owner irritably slammed the parchment back down on the countertop and dug a pen out of the drawer, signing it name in a wormy scrawl at the bottom. “Where s’it, then?” The lamb Sin took his time, carefully sliding the paper out from under Ed’s hand to avoid tearing it, then folding it and tucking it back in his pocket. As he withdrew his hand, however, this time with it he presented the carefully wrapped diamond, setting it on the countertop, then turning to go as Ed snatched it up and pulled the rag away to reveal the magnificent stone. “One week, Ed,” he reminded the once-owner as he pushed open the door. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:53 pm
Life is settling out quite comfortably. I won't elaborate too far. No journal is ever completely safe. Of course, this is a completely new journal, and I haven't put any sort of identification in it...but I don't think I'll risk it. I'll just summarize. I'm not at Banda's anymore. I'm not actually sure how I left, but I did. I made the mistake of offending some false-doctor and woke up in a city I didn't recognize. By now I've figured out that I'm somewhere in the older section of Durem, but I think I'll stay here a while, regardless. See, I've done pretty well for myself. I've grown in the time since I was dumped off, and I recently purchased an apartment and the shop beneath it. No rent, a fair bit of business...It's run down and horribly messy, but I'm working on that. It's not bad, really, now that I've got a source of income. Certainly not the ideal situation, but it could be much worse. The apartment's fully furnished, the store's well stocked. I'll start saving up some money and see where I can go from there. Maybe I'll try to contact Banda soon, let him know that I'm alright. Or find my way to the Sin'aeis mansion. There are a few people I'd like to check up on. In the mean time, I'm just going to try to play my cards right and hope that I don't get arrested. Not that there's any reason I should be. Heh. ~Lyrus
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:59 pm
 From AIM JFreak2007 (4:12:33 PM): Daytime in the city was boring as hell, Lyrus decided, staring blearily through the dusty window of the junk shop towards the nearly empty street beyond. The nights were absolutely brilliant, as close to perfect as possible to the teen's mind. Only three blocks away was Lyrus' second home, a half-respectable bar where he spent most of his evenings. The owner new him by now, he got all the free drinks he wanted...some of which went towards seduce pretty ladies. Yes, drinks on the table, girls in the bed. Life was good. At night. During the day, his street was all but empty, and his circle of interests extremely limited without car or proper funds. With Ed gone, he'd made it his project to keep the junk shop up.. Or, at least, to neaten it up a bit. As interesting as the place was, the neat freak in Lyrus cringed every time he stepped into the room. But it was ********. Groaning, he threw a rag at the window and went back to sorting an array of smaller items he'd found in a drawer beneath the register. Anything from earrings to spark plugs to precious gems and checkers pieces. Ed was such a ******** slob. PantherKajja (4:23:05 PM): Sjajan had become prone to taking long walks by herself; leaving in the morning, and returning just after dark. With Indu locked up in her room by her sister, and Aunt Dakota and Jo working hard to put some order to the house and troublesome children, no one really noticed when the girl came and went. Which was just as well. She didn't want them prying; asking questions; trying to 'help'. The last time an older family member had 'helped' Jan had learned there was a point where it hurt too much to cry out. As if she'd sign up for THAT again. She needed to keep busy. That was Jan's new tactic. Previously, she'd hung around Ancelin for that, but after exploding in anger at the older girl and scaring the crap out of her, she'd avoided seeing her. Which was also easy; as the other Sin was bedridden with sickness. The potato-sin had also been keeping away from her 'friends' since they didn't seem to be of any use. No, she'd come to prefer her plants, animals, and inanimate objects. Her hobbies. So that was how she ended up at Durem; she wanted a new guitar. What better place than a junkshop? The bells above the door tinkled as she pushed it opened, and entered, wrinkling her nose at the smell, eyes on the ground, not noticing Lyrus. At first. When she did, it was simply a quick flicker of the eyes as she glanced at him, then away. He looked incredibly familiar, but she wasn't quite sure. And even if it was someone she knew... So what? JFreak2007 (4:38:37 PM): The bell above the door jingled, and Lyrus glanced up, frowning faintly where he saw...no one. A second glance and he saw the top of a head and, peering over the counter, the rest of the little girl. He raised a brow, trying to place her...then grinned devilishly, closing the drawer with a thud and stepping around the counter. "Jani! My, my, shorter every day, eh?" PantherKajja (4:41:46 PM): ******** tilted her head up, and regarded him coolly, rather than scowling or beaming par usual. Sliding her hands into her back pockets, and actually let out a bitter sort of chuckle. "Lyrus..." Her speaking had developed a lot, but that was nothing to HIS physical development. He'd gone from an older kid to a teen, in the time she'd been a toddler. How sweet of him. Still, she liked him, a lot, and he wasn't the overly nosy type. At least not when it came to emotional drama. "Wut'ya doin' out 'ere?" JFreak2007 (4:48:34 PM): As a rule, Lyrus didn't like children. Even when he was little, he hadn't liked them. Hell, he had hated being one. But for some reason, Jani was tolerable. Possibly because she was the first familiar face he had seen for a while, possibly because she reminded him of himself at that age--wandering aimlessly around the darker areas of Gaia with no chaperone--, but odds had it that he was just bored out of his wits and chatting with a little girl was an excuse not to sort checkers pieces. "I live here," he replied with a grin, gesturing around the cluttered pawn shop. "Or, in an apartment above here anyway. Running the shop." If you could call it that. Most of the business had dropped off since Ed had been arrested. Alas, such a pity. "But I could say the same to you. This isn't exactly a good area for a kid. What brings you here?" PantherKajja (5:03:20 PM): "If I 'member righ', yeh wen' to worse places as a kid." He has less than no room to talk. Jan glanced around, spotted a chair covered with clutter, pushed it off unceremoniously with one hand, and swung it around, so it was backwards. Then sitting, she put up an elbow on the back of it, and rested her chin in the palm of her hand, blowing hair from her face. "Lookin' fer 'nother g'tar." She was turning his words over in her head as she watched him, a small frown on her face. Living here? Since when? Probably once he'd become a teenager. Passing it off as another right older kids got, she looked vaugly irritated, and actually mumbled some of the truth, further explaining her reason for being her. "... 'Voidin' people." JFreak2007 (5:13:06 PM): "Point," he replied, grinning. "And see where it got me?" A junk shop, a free bar, and a hell of a lot of sex. He wasn't complaining.. but he doubted Jani's mother would approve. As she took a seat, he retreated back behind the counter and withdrew the drawer completely, dumping it's contents on the counter top and absently picking through them. "Don't think we have a guitar... Saw a banjo a few days back. You might be able to find it." Lifting his eyes slightly, he sent the girl a somewhat confused look, but soon returned his gaze to the mess on the counter...plucking glass shards from the lot and placing them in a small pile to the side. "Can't say I blame you. Bunch of ******** at the mansion, eh? I'm much better company." PantherKajja (5:32:09 PM): It LOOKED like it got him pretty well off, actually. Therefore, she seemed to be on the right track. He WAS much better company. At this time, anyways. A Banjo? She'd never played one, but if it had strings, she was interested. Tilting the chair forward, she peered at the mess, watching him sift through it, seeming to prefer that to getting into details about avoiding Ancelin and Crew. "Summin' like that... Why do yeh sep'rate th' glass...?" JFreak2007 (5:37:36 PM): "It's actually useful," he replied absently, shuffling through the remains of the junk pile, grimacing faintly when he knicked a finger, and plucked the piece of glass from the mess, adding it to the small pile of other shards. "I can probably sell some of this jewelry, too... Or add the smaller gems to something." He was speaking more to himself than Jani, absently placing a hand over the multi-colored shards as he did so, and when he removed it moments later a small glass done, perfectly clear with not a speck of color to it, lay on the table where the pile had been. Ignoring it for the time, he went on with his sort, absently arranging the rest of the drawer's contents into small piles. PantherKajja (6:00:40 PM): Jan's eyes widened, and she suddenly remembered the glass flower Lyrus had given to Anisia when they'd all run into each other that long time ago. Had he made it himself? Amazing... Her left hand shot out, and she lifted the dome, running a thumb over the smooth surface, looking thoughtful. There was a rather long silence, but it didn't seem awkward to Sjajan; simply preoccupied. Still... "Lyrus... Kin yah gimmie some advice...?" Without waiting for an answer, she took a deep breath, and laid part of her situation out there, not playing any games, and actually being blunt, because she figured Lyrus would figure it out anyways, and he deserved her openess. "I always tried ta be Ancelin's frien', 'n I always been migh'y loyal ta 'er... Bu' she seems to 'ate me. I sa'ed 'er life twice, 'n now tha' I haven' been so frien'ly to 'er, 'n stuff, she seems ta be tryin' to be decen' ta me. Bu' I ain't sure if she's playin' games." Breathe, Sjajan, keep speaking in that nonchalant tone. "Cuz if she is... I dunno if I wanna be 'er frien'" Even nice girls reach a breaking point. Sjajan's occured only a few days ago. Now, she wasn't sure what to do.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:11 pm
He glanced up slightly as she lifted the dome, smirking faintly in pride at her amazement. The little dome was nothing special. He was simply recycling glass and making it easier to keep a hold of. He fulling intended to make it into something much more magnificent at a later date.. Or even a short time from now, if he could think of something.
Turning his attention back to the mess, he nodded absently, not entirely paying attention. However, when she cut off any spoken reply, he briefly looked up once more, eyeing the little girl curiously. Gods above, was he that...advanced as a child? He and Kilah had had their spats, but things were always perfectly fine between them when they met up again, from what he could remember.
Advice. Pah, who in their right mind asked Lyrus for advice? He shrugged. "Women are sick, Jani. Most of them, anyway. S'why relationships're evil--they're manipulative and whiney and toy with your head. Anny's probably a little dyke and just doesn't know it yet. Doubt she's gonna change, especially as she gets older."
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:24 pm
Jan set the dome firmly back down, before looking Lyrus squarely in the eye and speaking in a solemn tone.
"Yer a ser'ously misgui'ed guy."
Still, some of what he said seemed to apply to Ancelin, and her current situation, some, because she didn't even understand all of what he said, but managed to catch his drift. Dyke, for instance, no idea what that meant. Still, she'd heard it before.
"Dyke? Wha's tha'? A b***h?"
Frowning, she flipped his little tirade over in her mind.
"Yer sayin' I shoul' jus' not bother wih' 'er?"
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