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 Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2004 1:04 am
From here on in, all posts below this one belong to the actual journal. This is the start of an amazing journey, and for your reading pleasure here follows an explanation.
A Guide to PostsText that looks like this Is an RP (Roleplay) post(( Text that looks like this )) Is OOC (out of character) textTragicity Text that looks like this "Text that looks like this" Is someone talking
Note: Text that looks like speech text minus the speech marks is someone's thoughts
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2004 1:05 am
"It's beautiful!" Tragicity stood in the doorway of her new home, her eyes (and mouth) wide open. "It's...round," said Kopere, peering in. "So's your head," snapped Tragicity. She braced her arms against the doorframe and leant in, although she did not step through. "Well? Going in or not?" "Give me a second." It was a beautiful house, she thought. It was just above the terraces, with it's own little balcony. It was also very high and Tragicity hated hights, but at the moment she was too awe-struck to notice. And in the center of the room...what was that? Tragicity slowly stepped into the house. She squinted, trying to make out that shape in the gloom. Meanwhile, Kopere had flown back outside and was hovering just off the balcony. "Hey look, your house is rejected, it's all by itself! Hey, Tragicity! Come and see how rejected your house is!...Tragicity?" No reply. Kopere glanced back towards the doorway. Only Jazz still sat there in the middle of the doorway, with that silly sheepdog grin on his face. "Out of my way, Checkerboard," snarled Kopere, pushing past him. In the middle of the main room sat an Ieldi relic. Tragicity immediately knew what it was, although she couldn't say how.  "Wow..." was all she could say. "What is it?" Kopere asked from somewhere behind her. "An Ieldi relic." Tragicity walked up to the relic, carefully brushed her fingers against one of the feathers. "Gods, it's beautiful." Kopere tilted her head to one side, considering. "Nah...it's a dance platform!" The Sunchild jumped on top of the relic and proceeded to strut around on it. "This thing's great, Tragicity!" "GET OFF THERE NOW!" "Make me!" Tragicity made a lunge for Kopere, but missed and almost knocked the relic over. She grabbed it, steadying the precious item. Kopere spread her wings and sprung from the relic, bounced off the wall and flew over Jazz's head out of the door. The sheepdog jumped to his feet, snarling, but his teeth closed over empty air. "Don't worry about it," Tragicity said with a sigh. "She's too fast for you." She walked to the balcony outside, where she proceeded to bring in some of the boxes that had been brought up. "Here, I'll unpack now. You can watch, if you'd like."
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2005 12:03 am
Tragicity January 7th, 2005...I don't know where to begin. I suppose the best place to start is on November 8th, 2004, when I found out that I was to be an Ieldi keeper. The Ieldi are a mythical race of avian-themed people who died out long ago, but now they have a chance to come back. This chance is if a keeper looks after an Ieldi relic, which will eventually attract an Ieldi spirit. When the spirit enters the relic, magic transforms it into an Ieldi child. Anyway, one of the Ieldi's Gods, Valesti, destroyed the old tree where they were living. Thankfully, no one was killed, but the Ieldi and their keepers were homeless. Now, Karasu (from what I've learnt, she's the Big (human) Cheese of this whole "project") has found a new home for the Ieldi, in this massive tree. This morning, I received a note which said that I had been allocated a house in the home tree. So I got all my stuff in boxes, and with the (unwilling) help of Kopere, and the (willing) help of Jazz, I brought all my things up to my house. Of course, I'm darn near at the top, so it was a bit of a trek. The house has three rooms - one main room, and two smaller ones, adjoining it. The main room will become the kitchen/living room and one of the smaller ones will be my bedroom. I'm pretty sure that the other one is a bathroom of sorts - well, it's got plumbing, at least. I can't help but wonder where the Ieldi will sleep (when it comes), though - I'm sure it will want its own room, eventually. Oh well, I'll work that one out when I have to. I've spent the afternoon unpacking, and I've got pretty much everything sorted. Only problem is furniture, but I'll worry about that tomorrow. Now I've got a spare moment, I've got a book of birds in one of the boxes, so I wonder if I can see what kind of bird my relic will attract. I'm walking over to the box now, I'm reaching inside, I can see the corner of the book...yellow? I thought the book was... The writing trails off, and the rest of the page is completely blank.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2005 11:55 pm
Tragicity January 9th, 2005Sorry about trailing off like that, but I had a very good reason, which I will tell you as soon as I can figure out how. ...I'm still figuring. Ok, I've got it. See, what happened was that a small object made out of candy came to life. I'm being completely serious. I had seen this shop in the Marketplace that sold Gummie Unicorns, and they were just so appealing that I just had to buy one. And when I was unpacking, I had left this unicorn at the bottom of the box. I was correct, the book was not yellow, but the unicorn was. So I couldn't see very well (lanterns aren't very bright) and I accidently picked up the unicorn instead. You can imagine my shock when it blinked at me.  Its name is Skydancer. Don't ask me how I know that, I just...do. So I now have this unicorn that's slightly transparent and no bigger than my hand! What am I going to do with it now? ~ Tragicity
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 3:40 am
Tragicity leant back against the table, utterly exhausted.
"I am pooped," she muttered to herself, wiping sweat from her brow.
"Hey, now, this is cosy." The new voice came from the doorway, where a shape was outlined against the fading daylight. Tragicity's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Kopere. I trust you're not going to be 'Staying Alive' on the relic today." The Sunchild frowned, venturing further into the room.
"You're no fun."
"Of course, because if you did, you wouldn't be alive for much longer." Kopere raised her eyebrows at her human, before starting an inspection of the room.
"So, this is new? All this furniture." She looked back at Tragicity. "What did you do, go and steal this or something?"
"No, if you must know, I found some do-it-yourself furniture in the Marketplace. I had to bring it all up here and put it together."
"Well, it's not bad," said Kopere, albeit a little grudgingly. The main room now had a circular dining table, a couple of chairs and a long counter that lined the walls. Further inspection of the rooms showed that one of them now had a bed and a side table.
"I'll have to finish the rest later, of course," said Tragicity with a yawn. She sighed, closing her eyes.
Kopere wandered back out of one of the smaller rooms.
"Bit cramped, but I guess it's not that bad. Your bed's got no mattress, did you know that?"
"Yes, I did," said Tragicity without opening her eyes.
"Lazy," spurred Kopere before continuing. "The other small room is empty, whatever's going in there. And where's Chesshead, and where's he going to sleep?"
"Jazz has gone out to explore the village," said Tragicity. "The other room's going to be a bathroom, but it's not like I have a make-your-own toilet or something." She sighed again, rubbing her temples. "I'm absolutely exhausted. I'm just going to crawl here..." Her voice trailed off as she pulled herself into the bedroom.
"Um, Tragicity?" Kopere trotted over and peered into the room. "Minor problem? No mattress?"
The only answer was the regular breathing of someone fast asleep. The Sunchild smiled to herself as she tiptoed carefully out, trying hard not to wake the human - and then curled up in Jazz's basket for her own nap.
Because, after all, that was a very Kopere thing to do.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 11:53 pm
The book was large, rectangular, heavy and most definitely not yellow. In fact, it was leaf green with a picture of a duck and the words "Birds of the World" proudly emblazoned on its front cover. Tragicity carried the book over to the table, set it down. Jazz looked up from his basket and whined, gently. "Don't worry," Tragicity reassured him. "It's not like Kopere can sleep in your basket if you're already there." She turned back to the table, pulling out a chair and then sitting down with the book in front of her. She opened it to the title page. Skydancer trotted over and sat down on the table next to the book. "How hard can it be?" asked Tragicity, partly to herself. She looked at the relic, sitting up against the wall just past the table. "I just find a bird whose feathers match the relic. There can't be that many birds with feathers like that." Two hours later, Tragicity was on the verge of tears. "This is impossible," she said and slammed the book shut. "I'll never find it." Her task was harder than it seemed. The book was filled with brightly coloured parrots in every colour of the rainbow - except, it seemed, for brown. "I give up." Try page 98."What?" Tragicity looked up sharply. "Who said that?" There was complete silence - except for this strange tapping noise, which quickly ceased. The voice faded away. Tragicity shrugged and started to stand. Try page 98.The only movement she saw this time was Skydancer, who was doing some sort of weird dance on the tabletop. She sighed, sitting back down again. "Oh well, I'm on the precipice now, might as well jump." She opened the book and flicked through the pages, her eyes on the numbers in the corner. Forwards, closer, nearer..."Here we are. Page 98." Pages 98 and 99 were a double spread, with a large colour photo across the center. "Laughing Kookaburra...of course." The journal is left open on the table, with the date and some notes scrawled hastily across it. Tragicity January 11th, 2005Laughing Kookaburra - Dacelo NovaeguineaeTo-Do List1. Presents! <--- V. Important 2. Plumbing: toilet, sink, etc. 3. Decorations for balcony 4. More dog food 5. More coffee <--- V. V. V. V. Important 6. Find out more about kookaburras
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 11:30 pm
Tragicity January 12th, 2005So it's been an eventful couple of days. First of all, I found some cheap furniture in the Marketplace, and almost broke my back trying to get it all up to the house. And it wasn't even assembled. Then I had to look all over the freakin' place for a screwdriver and some bolts to put it all together. Add to that the fact that I've put any furniture together in my life, and I'm sure you'll get the mental picture of what it might look like. I mean, it stands up and all - but one of the dining chairs broke when Kopere sat on it yesterday. Whoo boy, what a fiasco that was. I now really, really need a mattress for my bed. My back is so stiff, you could use me for an ironing board. On the plus side, I found a toilet and a sink. I'll have to get the sink up tommorrow - I'm not in the mood to try after the toilet, let's just put it that way. I can't believe the thing actually flushes. I have no idea how to work plumbing. I just have this secret fear that it's going to disconnect...and that won't be pretty. Anyway, enough of all this complaining. I've got the relic's feathers pretty much nailed down - I think that they come from a Laughing Kookaburra. I'm pretty sure. Also, that reminds me that I'm probably going insane and hearing voices O_O Don't ask, please, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. ~ Tragicity PS: Must get more coffee...
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 3:00 am
The journal lies open to a blank page. A rough sketch of the house has been pasted in. Tragicity January 13th, 2005 This map is not to scale, and may not be entirely accurate. Note to self: Must get more blue fabric...AND MORE COFFEE.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:38 am
"Remind me why I'm doing this again?" "Because...you love me so much, and I've been doing a lot of work." "So?" "Maybe...I deserve a bit of help?" "Not likely." "Well then." Tragicity put down a cardboard box, just outside the door, and turned to face Kopere. "Why are you doing this now? Oh wait, I remember - you have to." Kopere made a face at the human. "This is pathetic." "I love you too." "You know what? I don't have to do this." Kopere sat down on the verandah. "Find someone else to be your delivery boy." Tragicity allowed herself a small smile. "Oh, of course. I know that delivering items requires such intellectual effort. You can't possibly cope. Tell you what, Jazz will be more than happy to do this..." "No!" Kopere jumped to her feet. "The stupid clunkhead, he'll just mix everything up." She sighed deeply. "I guess I'll just have to do it." "Thank you," said Tragicity. "Now, each package is labelled with the name of who it is for. You just have to find the houses. I'll leave the box here, outside the door, until you've finished." She rested a hand on the Sunchild's mane, albeit briefly. "Thanks." Tragicity took a step back as Kopere picked up a package from the box, spread her wings and took flight. The human felt a smile creep across her face as she leant on the doorframe, wrapping her arms around her. "Works every time," she whispered to herself. Tragicity January 17th, 2005This morning, I finally finished making presents for the rest of the Ieldi owners. I've just sent Kopere off to deliver them - she did it, although not without a bit of grumbling along the way. I was stuck in a bit of a slump for a while, not knowing what to make. The other day, though, I saw some gorgeous material in the Marketplace and I eventually created a kookaburra plushie out of it. This inspired me to make plushies for the rest of the Ieldi guardians, which may not have been such a great idea. It took a while to get the inspiration to sew. Plus, I haven't sewn anything other than a saddleblanket for a few years, so I was a bit rusty. I think they turned out alright, though. I lost count of the times I pricked myself in the thumb with that stupid needle. I don't think I ever want to use it again now, so I'll just keep it in a cupboard somewhere. It's getting late now, so maybe I'll just go to bed. I must remember to find out some more information about Laughing Kookaburras tomorrow, it might come in handy. ~ Tragicity
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 6:50 am
Tragicity January 18th, 2005Today, I left the tree for a short visit to Gaia - or rather, a Gaian Library. I don't normally visit libraries, so I had no idea where they were. Luckily, after some asking around, there was one right in Durem so I didn't have far to go from the clocktower. I checked out a couple of books from the library - bird books. I hope that by researching the bird, I can "prepare" myself for the arrival of the child. Of course, I guess I would never really be prepared, but I hope you understand my meaning. So. - Kookaburras are actually kingfishers - They are native only to Australia and New Guinea - There are four kinds - Laughing Kookaburra, Blue-Winged Kookaburra, Spangled Kookaburra and the Rufous-Bellied Kookaburra - They are best known for their call, which sounds like human laughter. The call can vary, depending on the strain of kookaburra. - Their call is heard most often just after dawn, and just after sunset. That last point - I didn't need a library book to tell me that! How often I've been woken up by kookaburras at 5 or 6 in the morning in my life - if I had a dollar for every time, I'd be a millionaire O_o. I did find more stuff, but I won't write it here. If the child is anything like the bird, it'll probably have a good sense of humour, kleptomania and a whole lot of bravery. Hey, kookaburras can eat venomous snakes ( eek ) bigger than the bird itself. I certainly hope that the Ieldi won't have such tastes. What have I let myself in for? ~ Tragicity (( Information from Wikipedia. More information about the Laughing Kookaburra is located on the front page of this journal. ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 7:00 am
Tragicity January 21, 2005Today, I tried to clean my shelf. It wasn't very successful. I got a broom, and I... ...put it down again, because I'm not really the sort of person that does housecleaning. Then I went to the Marketplace, to try and buy some decorations for the house, because I am the kind of person who likes to spend money. I wonder, will I be a good parent for the Ieldi? Of course not, because I don't want to be a parent. I'm not going to try and replace the parent it used to have. I can't be a parent, sure, but I can try and be a friend. I don't even think I'll be very good at that. "Clean your room!" I'll say. "Why?" "Because it's hygenic." "Well, why don't you clean yours?" "...ok, shut up now." ~ Tragicity
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 10:52 pm
Tragicity wandered out of her room, yawning. She went to the counter, where she proceeded to brew a mug of coffee. Skydancer trotted over to watch her, head cocked to one side with interest. Moving slowly, Tragicity carried the mug over to the table with a heavy sigh. Damn, I hate mornings, she thought to herself. I really should... "Ow!" She jumped backwards, accidently spilling coffee down the front of her shirt. "Oh, goddammit." She plonked the cup down on the table and grabbed a rag, desparately trying to stop the stain from spreading over her shirt. "Wait a second..." Tragicity got down on her hands and knees, frowning. "What on earth did I trip over..." Her fingers came in contact with something smooth, hard and...cold? Tragicity picked up the object, staring at it with strange curiosity.  "Weird...I don't remember this." She turned to Skydancer, who was still watching her from his spot on the counter. "Do you remember me buying this?" Skydancer began an agitated dance across the counter's polished surface. It's not right..."Of course it's right," said Tragicity to herself. "It's pretty, whatever it is. I like it." It's strange."It's only different." Tragicity picked up the mask and stood. "I'm going to hang it up on the wall." She pulled absent-mindedly at the mask's yellow ties. "It'll add colour to the house." Was that the sound of a sigh? But there was no one else in the house. Do as you please.Definitely no one else. "That's it," muttered Tragicity as she went in search of a hammer and some nails. "I'm going insane."
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 11:23 pm
To a normal person, there might be better things to do in the evening than reading a 548 page novel and eating a bowl of caramel popcorn. Then again, Tragicity was from Gaia. And in Gaia, most people seem to be abnormal. Skydancer began an agitated tapping dance on the floor next to her. "Hungry?" asked Tragicity without looking up. "Go get some popcorn." The dance continued, but a little more urgent now. You should see this."No, I shouldn't," she muttered to herself. "I'm busy." Tragicity stretched out an arm towards the popcorn bowl. Forwards, closer, nearer...There was a moment when her arm was almost extended to its full length, a moment when it felt some sort of resistance in the air. Just for a second, as though she had hit something hard. And then, it passed through that something, but slowly. Almost as if she was putting her arm through honey, or something sticky and viscuous. Tragicity had just put her arm through an Ieldi spirit.  She just sat there, with one arm stuck through this spirit, this strange little glowing figure, staring and feeling extremely stupid. She had always thought that a spirit would be scared and nervous, but this one didn't seem to be. It merely looked at her arm (she supposed it did, it didn't really have eyes as such) and extended two little tendrils, arms of its own and ran them over her skin. She felt it, little shivers of cold running through her. The spirit slid down her arm to her hand. It reached out its own arm and - she couldn't believe it - grew fingers of its own. It intertwined its fingers with hers, turning her hand over and over and it was at this point that Tragicity got a very stupid idea. The idea was to say something. "Um...hi?" she offered. The spirit whipped around, took one look at her and then was gone. "Damn."
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 5:11 am
It watches her, warily, from between two of the pot plants that line the wall. She isn't what it remembers. It doesn't remember anything like her - she has no wings, no feathers. She appears grown up, but she doesn't seem to fly. It cocks its head to one side. How strange.
It watches her comings and goings. More goings than comings, because the strange turquoise-haired lady seems to be very busy.
It watches the other inhabitants of the house. Strange creatures - are they creatures? One of them like the sky outside, faint blue with patterns of white across it and a bold rainbow slashed across one shoulder. The other, black-and-white and furry.
"Jazz!" cries the lady, and the spirit reacts, curling backwards into the shadows. "Why do you have to shed everywhere?" She shakes out a yellow blanket, and the spirit watches as long black-and-white hairs fall to the floor. This, it is beginning to realise, is a daily occurence.
Maybe the lady should shave the furry thing, it thinks to itself, coming up with an amusing image of the furry thing - except completely bald. It rolls up into a little ball, amused with itself.
There is one thing it has not seen - the opaque yellow alicorn who watches the gap in the pot plants from the top of the nest relic, the little creature who sees all and keeps silent about what it knows.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2005 5:31 am
Tragicity March 12, 2005So I've been away for a while...some important stuff popped up, and I just had to go. But it's all sorted out now (hopefully), so I'll be around a bit more. Not as much as I was before, though, because hey, now I have a life. ...ok, shutting up now. So a few days ago, I actually saw an Ieldi spirit. I won't go into details, because it's highly embarassing, but it was a spirit! I had no idea what to do, so I tried to talk to it - which didn't end up being the smartest thing in the world, let me tell you. I think I've scared it away. I'm hoping it might come back, though of course I don't know if it will. I know better than to make it stay, or anything. I might try and liven up the house a bit, you know, make it more inviting. It might work. I just hope that it will, anyway. ~ Tragicity
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