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 Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 8:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 12:14 pm
~Welcome to my (Wonderful, Amazing, Beautiful) Life~ Phoebe's ears twitched as she climbed the stairs to the living area, her J-Mama's call for her to come down and help her with something echoing behind her. ""I'll be there in a few minutes, J-Mama! There's something I've gotta do first!" she called over her shoulder, before finally making it inside. She steadfastly ignored Kendra - who returned the favor aside from an acid glare - patted Kupo on the head as she passed his playpen, and entered her bedroom, where she flopped down on her bed and pulled her bright pink diary from under her pillow, tugging her pink feathered pen from her small purse, and began to write. Phoebe Hullo, Diary! J-Mama says I'm supposed to write a diary like a letter or somfen, but I think that's silly. So I'm just gonna write down all the cool stuff that's happened to me! The first biggest thing is that I grew bigger! And it was all 'bam' and sudden and I was so much bigger an prettier an I loved it! But it hasn't all ben good, my rite eye dosent work right anymore, everything went all pink and the docter sed I hav to wear a patch on it an not take it off for anything for a long long time. I hope it makes my eye better but he didnt think it would. Its messin up my balance so I keep tripping. I don't like that. But I do like that I get to take dance lessons! They're taught by a lady who's my big sister! I've met so many people lately, so many new friends! I didn' know it would be so easy to make friends as long as I don't talk about how wonnerful I am all of the time! I like having friends, it's more fun than being pretty and awesome and wonderful all alone. Oh! And I took a class at the place J-Mama said I came from, and I can make pretty necklaces and bracelets now, and I'm learning how to make even nice things! I made a present for Ily, and one for J-Mama, and one for me, and I'm worken on making one for Seth, Ily's little brother! It's gonna be green and orange an he'll love it I just know it! I can't wait to grow up and get bigger and prettier and more graceful and make even more friends! I really really like making friends and helpin them wi' stuf - it's kinda sorta more fun to see them happy than the even get praised for being so awesome! Oops, gotta go now, J-Mama's stil calling me! Bye! Phoebe shoved the diary and pen back under her pillow, and took off unsteadily down the stairs, calling to her mother "I'm coming, J-Mama! I'm coming!" Halfway down the stairs she had to pause and catch her balance, because her little brother had teleported right in front of her. Scooping him up, she patted his pompom and shook her head. "Actually J-Mama, Kupo and me are both coming!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:39 pm
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 11:17 am
~Another Letter? Really?~ The people at the labs were eerily efficient, Jadyn thought as she looked down on the latest envelope that had arrived. The questionnaire was the same as last time, and it was just as simple to fill out. However, the dark elf was having a bit of trouble with the last requirement on the list for mailing back. Golden eyes narrowed and she tapped her quill thoughtfully against her chin as she thought of what to answer. A crashing sound from upstairs caused her to wince, followed by a yelp for 'the squirt' to get back here. Obviously Kendra and Phee were at it again - those two would never get along at this rate. Sighing, the dark elf resolved to focus on the task at hand and get it done before she went upstairs to work on damage control. Quote: "Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. " Yes, it was definitely the same form as last time, down to the exact words. Well, hopefully they wouldn't mind a novel-length response! Quote: Raising Phoebe as a child has been considerably easier than it was with her as a toddler. Despite the fact that two other children have found their way into my care, she has barely been bothered by it, and I'd almost say her angelic side is becoming a bit more dominant than before. She does not get along with the teenager in my care, Kendra, although that's more due to issues that Kendra has rather than any that Phoebe may or may not have. I've rarely had to discipline Phoebe at this point in her life - she seems to have switched her pride in herself over to pride for her little brother, and her capabilities of being a big sister to him. Overall I would say raising my daughter has become much easier rather than more difficult. She's hardly a full angel in personality, but her celestial traits are starting to rear their head a bit more. On that note, there is one development that has me a little concerned, though it may be due to her angelic traits becoming more apparent. Phoebe's right eye is, for lack of a better term, turning pink. Not the iris, but the sclera and the pupil. She's even been complaining that all she can see out of that eye is the pink that's manifesting itself on the eye. She's started wearing a medical patch to keep her from getting headaches from that eye, but it's only a temporary measure at best. If this is part of her development, it certainly seems to be a rather unusual form of it. Finished with the last question, Jadyn set her quill down and blew softly over the ink to dry it. Now it was time to go deal with her children. That would undoubtedly take a few hours!
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:33 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:37 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 5:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 5:53 pm
~Parent Meeting (Worksheet)~ 1: What is the name of the parent that you picked to study this time around? Is this a trick question? His name's Enki and he's obviously the best DNA-parent ever!2: What is the Virtue or Vice of the creature? Or was the one your studying a Neutral? Or is it Reshmi who doesn't fall into any of those categories? Pride, but really pride can't be much of a vice when you really are that amazing!3: What made you pick this person? Was it because you were more curious about them? Or was it something else? I picked him because I already have my adoptive Mom, so I wanted to know more about my DNA Dad - plus since he's pride, he's the best! ... And my half-sister on my kindness side, Ebby, talks about him a lot.4: From the photo do you see anything right away that reminds you of you? Answer Yes or No. Yes, several things.5: Name at least one thing you have in common with the one that you're studying up on today. We both have long tails.6: From the reference material do you find that it sounds as though you have anything in common with this creature that isn't something physical? Answer Yes or No. Yes!7: If you answered yes, what is it you have in common with the one your studying up on today other then physical traits? We're both the best at everything! Oh, that doesn't count? Well, we're both smart, and we both like to talk a lot!8: What is it that you find the most interesting the one your studying today be it something physical or perhaps a skill that they might have. I think the best thing about Enki is that he's my parent since I am obviously the best of all the kids, but I think it's interesting that he can only walk on two legs for a little while!9: If you had one question you could ask of this person what might it be? I would ask what it's like to walk on all fours so much of the time. And what it's like to have the most amazing, wonderful, brilliant and beautiful offspring!
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 7:20 pm
~Journal Entry: This Is the Worst Thing Ever~ Phoebe glared down at the pages of her diary, as she had been doing for the past fifteen minutes or so. Her mother had brought it by earlier so that she would have something to do other than try and watch T.V. while she was stuck here in this stupid hospital. If she focused, she could hear the conversation of the nurses down the hall as they gossiped, but she wasnât interested in knowing anything about the patient in room 408 or the size of his goiter. She was too busy trying to figure out how to sum up the disastrous turn her life had taken recently, and how to do it without bawling, because it was impossible to cry when your right eye was swollen shut. Eventually, however, she sighed and put pen to paper, deciding to just ramble until she didnât feel like saying anything anymore, or until her headache decided to make her stop trying to function at all. Phoebe Dear Diary, I donât really know how to say this, but⌠there was a person that I really liked. I mean really liked. Iâve mentioned her to you before â as âIlyâ. Well, I used to think that she was wonderful and the most perfect person in the entire world. I know it sounds kind of silly now, but I really thought that. I had... I had the biggest crush on her, and I was so sure that she would see how much I liked her â I even made her a necklace, hoping that she would finally notice me. I mean⌠who wouldnât notice me, as pretty and nice as I am? But⌠I was stupid. She never saw me as anything more than a friend, if even that. Maybe I was more her brotherâs friend than hers, since looking back on it, she treated me a lot like she treats him. So I guess at best she saw me like a little sister or something. I wondered for a while why she didnât notice, when I tried so hard to show her how much I cared, but it turns out I shouldnât have been trying at all. All of that time I spent trying to impress her, daydreaming about her, trying to use my book to find out about what would happen to us in the future was a complete waste. She already had a boyfriend, and she didnât tell me. Maybe it was my fault for not telling her that I wanted to spend time with her because I liked her, instead of just letting her assume whatever it was she thought. And I definitely shouldnât have⌠well, the nurses tell me I poured a coffee on her and broke the necklace I gave her, when I found out. I guess I must have, but I donât remember it, because she attacked me. She wasnât as perfect and as wonderful as I thought. I have a concussion now and the doctors were worried that I have a cheekbone fracture, but itâs just a bruise. All things considered, I guess I got off lightly. Because I forgot one of the most important things about Ily: Sheâs a wrath girl, and the one thing you should never, ever do to a wrath child is make them angry. Because wrath⌠itâs scary. Ily is scary. And I never want to see her again. But⌠not everything thatâs happened has been bad. I made some new friends, and Iâve been learning how to take care of the bookstore. And, well⌠Seth came by to visit earlier. It was really sweet of him, but then Seth is that way. He told me that Iâm still pretty, even though Iâm a mess and all bruised up. He even offered to make me a mask until the bruises go away â and Iâm making a note of that here because Iâll probably forget by the time he shows up again; this headache keeps making me forget things and feel stupid. It was so nice of him, especially since Ilyâs his sister and wouldnât it be more right for him to defend her than to come cheer me up? And heâs grown up a lot, too, since the last time I saw him. We Sevens kids grow so strangely, heâs my age now even though he started out younger than me! Maybe weâll grow up again at around the same time, that would be kind of interesting, I think. Iâm glad he came by â hospitals are so boring, did you know that, Diary? Annoying and beeping and the nurses keep coming by to check on me. I should get to go home tomorrow; they were just keeping me because of how hard I hit my head. Iâm still supposed to take it easy for a little while, but I think Iâll be fine. Oh, no, one of the nurses is coming in. Iâll have to tell you more later, Diary. Take care until next time! Love, Phoebe Closing the diary, Phoebe put it and its pen on the tray of her hospital bed and waited for the nurse to check her vitals. The lady was nice, and talked to her some, but there was always a certain amount of pity in her eyes, and Phoebe simply could not stand being pitied. It went against her very being to be pitied, quite literally in fact, and she couldnât wait to get out of here. For that matter, she couldnât wait for these ugly bruises to heal, because until they did she wasnât going to be able to go anywhere or do anything, and she most definitely couldnât put her hair up. Well, maybe she could, if Seth really did bring her a mask like he had promised. That would be kind of nice. And he had been so sweet earlier, though the pride spawn didnât know why. After all she was ugly right now, and an embarrassment, and completely miserable because she knew she was better than that. But Seth hadnât seemed to care about that, he had called her âprettyâ, and he had meant it. Oddly enough, she found herself looking forward to seeing the naga boy again. Not for the present that he would bring, but because she genuinely did like to be around him. Maybe she had less reason to be miserable than she had thoughtâŚ
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:03 pm
~Magic Class Done By Alberico~ Phoebe wasnât feeling very confidant today. She had been summoned to the facility to take her second magic class, and while normally she loved learning new things and discovering how many different things she could be the best at, she didnât like having to go out in public right now â not with her face as bruised and puffy as it was. It was disgusting, and she didnât feel half as pretty as she knew she should. But classes were classes, and they werenât something that she could really avoid. So, despite her protesting, her mother had dropped her off at the facility, letter in hand, to go and meet her new teacher. Biting her lip, the pink-haired spawn stared down at the letter, trying to find the classroom that she needed to go to. She wasnât even sure exactly what she was going to be learning today, other than some kind of magic. She hoped that her teacher would tell her more when she got there. Her last magic class had been fascinating â she had learned how to tell the future by writing in a special book, with equally special ink. And while that had failed to show her exactly how things were going to go with Ily, she had to admit that maybe it was because she had only seen what she wanted to see. Todayâs class, though, would be on something entirely different, with a different teacher, and Phoebe couldnât help but be mildly relieved. She didnât need any more fortune-telling magic than what she had. It was time to learn something more practical. As she entered the designated classroom, she stopped and peered around, trying to see if she could guess what she would be learning. To her surprise, the classroom was entirely empty, without anything peculiar or interesting to be found within. It almost looked like the classroom that her first melee class had been held in. What could she possibly be learning in here? Confused by the lack of furnishings or tools, she took a few steps farther in, and found her gaze drawn to the man standing by one of her chairs, presumably her teacher for today. He was a tall, elegant-looking man and somehow Phoebe just knew that he had some elven blood. Perhaps it was because of being raised by a dark elf, but she felt slightly intimidated by the elegantly-dressed, blue-eyed man. Maybe it was the glow his eyes held, or the way he held himself, but she felt very young and small. âUm, hello,â she said, trying not to look afraid as she pulled her hair down over the bruises on her face, trying to keep them from sight. Belatedly, she realized that the man held a small knife in one hand, and wondered what that had to do with magic. âGood afternoon, Miss Phoebe,â he said, and while his voice was polite there was a detachment to it, a businesslike manner that made it impossible to forget that he was the authority here, and she would be better off to listen rather than chatter. âI am Alberico Mukul, and I will be teaching you healing magic today.â Phoebe had to bite her lip to keep from squealing at the thought of learning healing magic â could she maybe make her bruises go away? That would be just wonderful! She had the feeling that squealing and jumping around like an overexcited rabbit would upset her new teacher though, so she forced herself to listen quietly and only fidget a little. She listened as he explained the basic process of focusing within herself, which she already kind of knew from the books that she had read, and tried to hide her disappointment when she found out that the type of healing she would be learning could not be used on herself. She had almost tuned him out, but focused back in as soon as she realized what she was doing. It would be horrible to lose her focus in front of a teacher like this â she could tell that he expected her to do well, and she didnât want to disappoint. (Not that she would, of course.) Turning her gaze to the teacher, she listened as he explained that he was going to make a small cut on his arm that she could practice on. Without waiting for her to panic at the thought, he drew the knife across the back of his off hand, leaving a very light scratch that was barely bleeding at all. âNow, Miss Phoebe, you donât need to touch the cut itself to perform the magic. Instead, place your hands on either side of it,â he said, and Phoebe did so with only a little hesitation. âNow, picture the skin healing and growing together, then gather your focus and will it to do exactly that.â As Phoebe concentrated, picturing healing the wound and leaving no mark behind, she felt a little of her own strength drain out of her and into the cut. A moment later, she opened her eyes â she hadnât even realized that she had closed them â and found that she had done exactly as she should, and that the cut on her teacherâs hand was gone â or, almost gone, anyway: there was a faint line that was rapidly fading away into nothing. Smiling, Phoebe looked up at her teacher and was rewarded with a quiet âExcellent job,â from him. She had to practice that several more times, working on speeding the process up while keeping the results consistent, and as she worked Alberico explained to her that this sort of magic was very basic, and really only useful for small, non-deadly wounds. The larger and deeper the wound, the more energy it took, and as such the more advanced courses were saved for those who were both a bit older and focused within the field. âThat does not mean that what you are learning is of less value than other, stronger methods,â her teacher said, seeming to catch on to her slight disappointment at only being able to deal with small injuries. âIn fact, it is perhaps the most useful, as small injuries are incurred much more often than large ones.â Phoebe, thinking about how many times her little siblings got hurt playing around the house, and how many papercuts her mother suffered through during her work, relaxed a little when she realized that yes, she could put this magic to use, and she was surprisingly good at it. Not long after this explanation, the class was over, and Phoebe was sent home with a reminder to not practice it on herself, and to resist attempting to heal larger wounds, as that would only result in harm for herself and less-than-complete healing for the injured person. âDonât worry, teacher, Iâll remember,â she said, smiling at him for the first time since she had first seen him. To be sure he was a strict teacher, and it was hard to feel attached to him or anything, but she could tell that he wanted her to do well, and that was the important thing, wasnât it? âThe next time you come, we will work with other types of small injuries, such as bruises â the work is less straightforward than a cut, so be sure to practice,â he said, and Phoebe nodded before skipping out the door. Healing may not be very entertaining, but it was definitely useful! AndâŚ. kind of tiring. Maybe her mother wouldnât mind if she stopped and got a milkshake before she went home. ((Word count: 1262))
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 10:42 pm
~Skills Class Done By Terran~ Another day, another class to attend; Phoebe wasnât sure why all of these summons were appearing while she was determined to stay sequestered in her room, but maybe the facility just had a weird (or horrible) sense of timing. The bruises were fading now, at least, and her headaches were going away â and today was a skills class anyway. She dreaded to think of what her next melee class would be like if she had to take it while her head still ached from the beating she had received at her former crushâs hands. The pink-haired spawn entered the classroom she had been pointed to, and it took a moment for her eyes to process what she was seeing. Bolts of fabric were draped everywhere, and the classroom itself looked more like a cozy sitting room than anything. It was all very comfortable and⌠homey, she supposed, very unlike the stark, empty room that her last magic class had been held in. The teacher, too, was very different. Rather than the apparent elven nature of her last magic teacher, this man had curly horns that looked like they would be more at home on a sheep, and while his clothes still looked fancy in their own way, they were leather and⌠dirty. Ew. Phoebe wondered what she could possibly learn here, but figured that the bolts of cloth were probably a clue. It was probably something really obvious, and she was just missing it. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned her focus to the teacher and smile at him. âHello, sir!â she said, and almost squeaked in surprise when he took her hand and shook it in greeting. âItâs good to meet you, Phoebe isnât it?â He asked, and as Phoebe nodded he smiled widely at her and pushed a small leather book-like object into her hands. âWell, Phoebe, my nameâs Terran, and Iâll be teaching you how to sew.â Unlike with her magic class, Phoebe made no effort to restrain her excited squeal. âYouâll teach me to sew? Really? Then I can make my own clothes and wonât have to buy them all the time and everyone will look at me and wonder where that pretty girl got those pretty clothes, and Iâll say âI made them myselfâ and then theyâll want to buy all of my designs and Iâll be famous and everyone in the world will love me!âTo her everlasting surprise, her new teacher didnât seem to mind her chattering, just waited for her to pause for breath and then held up a hand to get her attention. He seemed almost amused by how she was acting, but not really bothered. It was a great comfort to Phoebe and she quieted down immediately, though she couldnât help but bounce around on the balls of her feet a little. This was just so exciting! âWell, Iâm glad to see that youâre excited about this,â he said, and Phoebe managed to keep a second squeal from escaping. âWhat I just handed you is your sewing kit. Youâre going to learn how to handsew things, and itâs something thatâs always going to come in handy. Itâs a good practical skill with a lot of uses, some of which you can probably guess. Now come sit down over here and Iâll teach you how to thread a needle.â So saying, he led Phoebe over to a â was that really a set of comfy chairs? â and had her sit down in one while he demonstrated to her how one went about threading a needle. It was a bit like stringing beads had been, the pink-haired spawn found, but at the same time was a bit more difficult. Once she had gotten that down, he showed her how to do a simple stitch and how to knot the thread so that it wouldnât unravel. It was slow, delicate work, and Phoebe quickly found that a mistake early on could mean undoing quite a few stitches, so she learned to check each one over until she had gotten a rhythm down. Terran was a good teacher, and even though he wasnât the cleanest of people, he was nice and Phoebe liked him. He was patient with her, even as he showed her how to rip out a stitch without damaging the cloth, or why a knot that she had thought that she had tied wouldnât hold up under heavy use. It was clear that he was used to working with tougher materials than the delicate, frilly things he had selected for Phoebe, possibly out of respect to her tastes (or just because she was a girl, Phee wasnât sure), but he did teach her that some cloth couldnât be sewn by hand, with basic thread, and what to avoid, and the pink-haired spawn soaked up every word that he said. By the time the end of the lesson neared, Phoebe had managed to sew two squares of cloth together in what was almost the basis for a very small quilt top; it wasnât a fancy dress or even an apron, but it was a start. âThank you, Mr. Terran,â she said as she focused her attention on making a perfect row of stiches to fasten another block to the two that she had already stitched. âI really like learning this! Itâs a lot of fun and I can do so many things when I get good at it!â There was no âifâ, of course, only when, because Phoebe was nothing if not a pride child, and she knew that she would be the best at this, given time. âNo need to thank me; Iâm just doing my job,â he said, stopping Phoebe before she could go off on yet another chattering spree â something that she had done off and on throughout the entire lesson. âNow that sewing kit is yours to keep, so be sure to take good care of it. I expect you to keep practicing with that, and eventually weâll move up to things a little more like what you were talking about than a nine-patch quilt.â Phoebe nodded eagerly, and when she headed home from her lesson, she hummed a soft tune under her breath and clutched her sewing kit to her chest, being extremely careful not to drop it. It might not be as valuable as the book and inkwell that she had gotten to help with her fortune-telling, but it was just as precious â she could make things with this, for herself and others. She could see it now; pretty dresses, cute little aprons, lovely tops⌠Oh yes, this was a good skill to have, indeed. ((Word count: 1109))
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