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 Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:47 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 3:50 am
Áróra's Journal Entry #1Dear Diary, Hello Diary! It’s me, Áróra Tekla Cth’fht’nagl! How are you doing? I am doing well ^.^ Today I helped daddy build a robotic cat! I helped a lot! It doesn’t look like we are keeping it though; daddy said he was taking it to someone named….um…. Vladimir, I think. Daddy has mentioned him before, but I have never met him. A few days ago I visited Seth at his house! He showed me his snakes! One of them didn’t really seem to like me, but the other one did, she liked when I petted her. Seth is really nice! I hope he comes over here sometime! I would like to visit him again ^.^ Oh! While I was as Seth’s house, I met his older sister Ilyrosa. I learned a bad word from her. I am not suppose to say it and I probably shouldn’t write it either, but it begins with an F. Seth really likes his pet snakes; I would like to get a pet one day. Oh! The other day, I met a girl name Nina at the aquarium! She is half revenge just like me! She seemed nice. I hope I get to meet her again! She is like a big sister! I’ve always wanted a big sister! In a few days, I am going back to the facility for a class. I am kind of nervous about it, but I met a boy at the pool, his name is Ciúin (hehe, he has funny lines in his name just like I do in mine!) He said his teacher was ok. That’s not great, but it is way better then bad! I hope my teacher is nice. Oh! I should tell you what I am going to learn! I AM GOING TO LEARN TO FLY!!!!!!! I will be able to soar through the skies! I can’t wait! And! The tower at daddy's and my house has a balcony! I could fly off of that! While I am at the facility, I will have to keep my ears open for the perfect voice that Ciúin mentioned, though I don’t really know for sure what to listen for. If I hear something that sounds like it could be the perfect voice, I will let him know! Daddy told me that after I take the class at the facility, he is going to get me a surprise. I can’t wait to find out what it is. He told me to try my best to learn to fly. So I think I get it whether I learn to or don’t as long as I try, but I would still rather learn to fly. Earlier this week, the video game Portal 2 came out; I beat it the night it came out! I wonder if I could make a real life portal gun! Daddy say’s that it probably wouldn’t work and that the science of it is currently beyond humans. But he did make it seem like he thought it was possible, I don’t know what to think. Daddy seems to have a lot of secrets. Like his secret door! Next to his room is a door that leads to a wall! I’ve looked at it and felt it and it’s just a brick wall. Maybe daddy can make portals! I never see daddy use magic, but I am pretty sure he can use it. Speaking of magic! Daddy said when I get a little older, I can go to the facility and learn magic. I don’t know what I want to learn yet though. Maybe something like in my RPG games! Oh! Daddy says the cake is ready, so I am going to end this entry. Goodbye for now Diary! I am going to eat my cake now! I helped make it! I hope it is delicious and moist! Write to you soon! Áróra
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:56 am
Flying High - A Skill Class Done by Feng Huang Áróra couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous; this was the first time she had been back at the facility since Vilyum had adopted her. She knew that he would be waiting for her when she had finished, but she couldn’t help but think about how lonely it could be at the labs, of the time before she had been adopted. She tried to push such thoughts and worries aside though, she was on a mission, actually she was on two of them. Her first mission was to learn to fly, to soar through the sea of clouds. It was something she had long dreamt of doing. Her other mission, it was a secret; only one other person knew of it, it was to locate the source of The Perfect Voice for Ciúin. She didn’t have much to go on though; all she knew was the voice was powerful, commanding, sounded like it could control water, and probably male. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to be having any luck on the 2nd of the two missions. From the moment she had departed both the front desk and Vilyum, to head to her class, she had been unsupervised, not that that had helped her at all in her quest. She had been told the route to take and every other door seemed to be locked. She listened at every door she came across, but despite hearing the occasional muffled sound, she heard nothing that even remotely sounded like it could be The Voice. Before she knew it, she had made it to the door that was to take her to her instructor. She was disappointed that she had had no luck finding the voice, and was a bit relieved that she had arrived early with Vilyum, otherwise, after all of her snooping, she would surely be late to her class. Well, she thought, the search will have to continue later. With one last look around, and a thorough listen of her surroundings, she pushed open the door. She had assumed the class would be outside, in the open, but still, the bright light caught her off guard after wandering the far, less intensely lit, hallways. She quickly pulled her goggles up and over her eyes; they had been loosely dangling around her neck up until that point. Scanning her surroundings, she saw the man, who she guessed was to be her teacher; he matched the description anyways. He had huge wings that looked the color of fire and it wasn’t just this wings that looked of fire, she could sense the essence of fire radiating off of him. It was an fascinating thing to sense, but it wasn’t cause of any worry, just another interesting tidbit to notice about a person. Then she noticed his feathery tail, she giggled slightly when she saw it; she couldn’t remember seeing a feathered tail before, but like all tails, she thought it was amazing. Not wanting to risk being any later then she possibly already was, she quickly scurried over to the man to introduce herself. “Hello! Áróra Tekla Cth’fht’nagl reporting for class!” she exclaimed with a giggle and a salute. He greeted her in kind and introduced himself as Feng Huang. After looking her up and down for a moment, then looking at his paperwork, he commented that he hoped, for her sake, that the foot note in her file, about her weighing less than she appeared to, was a bit of an understatement, or else she may have some difficulty learning to fly with her current wingspan and size. “I barely weigh anything,” she exclaimed, “I can’t even sink in water! Try and lift me! See! I weigh next to nothing.” To see what he was working with, he did as she suggested and was slightly taken aback at her extreme lack of weight. He informed her that she should be able to fly just fine and that it was merely a matter of technique. He then asked her to make an attempt, on her own, absent of specific instructions. Áróra closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath then exhaled; she was ready. Before moving her wings at all, she began moving her arms, bent at the elbows, to and fro, as if trying it out with her arms before moving on to her actual wings. Suddenly she leapt up into the air and began flapping frantically, her wings moving quickly and erratically. She managed to stay aloft for a good ten minutes, before slowly lowering to the ground. She huffed slightly, catching her breath after the intense attempt at flying. Feng, who had patiently been watching, without a word, the whole time, told her that she had spirit, but severely lacked technique. Smiling at her as he continued, he added that technique could be taught and that spirit was much more important to start with. Asking her to watch as he demonstrated proper flight technique, he took to the air. Áróra stood in awe, her eyes intently watching Feng soar overhead. She had wanted to fly before, but right then and there, she promised herself she would soar. She noticed quickly that Feng’s method was a lot different than hers; his flaps, they were powerful strokes and with much less frequency. His flaps were graceful and full of purpose, each flap deliberate, hers, on the other hand, had been clumsy and random. After a few minutes of flight, he dived downward, quickly increasing in speed, only to spread his wings at the last moment, slowing his descent to a safe speed. Áróra couldn’t help but gasp at his skilled display. Upon his landing, he closed the distance between them and asked if she had noticed the difference between his flight and her attempt. Eagerly nodding, she answered, “Your flaps were more powerful and deliberate and less frequent.” Looking down slightly, she continued, “You knew what you were doing and didn’t flap like a person drowning in water.” Looking back up at him with a smile, she added, “But now, I think I know what to do!” He couldn’t help but grin at her eagerness to give it another try; he gave her the go ahead to make another attempt. This is it, she thought, time to give it my all! Once again, she closed her eyes. This time, however, she had a plan, some idea of what to do. She spread her wings, breathed in deeply, and then exhaled. Going over her teachers form in her head, she flapped her wings, not erratic, quick flaps like before but powerful, full flaps. She made each beat of her wings count. However, in all her focus on flapping, she didn’t even think to open her eyes; she just kept flapping and flapping. She realized that it was a lot easier this way. The constant flurry of her wings that she had always tried in the past was tiring, but the rhythmic flapping, it could be sustained, though until she opened her eyes, she would have no idea how effective it had been. Opening her eyes, she almost jumped in mid-air and momentarily lost her beat. She started to descend again but quickly resumed, catching herself, after merely falling half a meter or so, which would have seemed a lot before, but looking down, she appeared to be a good 10 or 12 meters up. She normally was quite good at eyeing distances, she did a lot of measuring in Vilyum’s workshop, but to be honest, the exact distance wasn’t very important to her at the moment, she had more important things on her mind; she was flying! Looking down, she spied her teacher from a distance; he was looking right up at her. She couldn’t tell his expression, but she liked to think it was one of approval. When she had first arrived at the class, she had been nervous. Now she was up in the sky, still unsure of all the mechanics, but the nervousness had been erased; all doubt was gone, only the desire to keep going and see how far she could go. With one last powerful flap, she brought herself up into a dive. It wasn’t a steep dive, but she was now gliding and quickly gaining speed. The flaps were much fewer now, compared to the initial lift off; once she was actually in the air doing it, it was coming almost instinctively. She knew now that she had been born to fly. Áróra’s laughter spread out over the landscape as she spent the better part of a half hour flying. She flew this way and that, diving, zigzagging, and going in loops. Suddenly, though, Áróra realized she was hungry. Flying took a lot of energy. At that sudden realization, she descended. Her landing, while not nearly as graceful as Feng’s, was at least without injury. She brushed herself off as she stood up, a grin spread ear to ear. “That was amazing!” she proclaimed, “but now I am really hungry.” Feng explained to her that that was often a consequence of any extended period of flight and then held out two energy bars that he had produced from a pocket. “Thank you very much Mr. Huang!” she exclaimed before hungrily devouring both bars. After she had a chance to eat, he told her that she had done very well today, that she seemed to of taken to it like a bird, and then reminded her of his comment near the beginning; that if she hadn’t been so light, it would have been difficult for her to learn to fly. He then explained that while it would be difficult, but not impossible and that he had a homework assignment for her. He wanted her to keep practicing but to try putting weights on or holding things as she flew. There should be no reason that she couldn’t learn to fly with more weight, especially if they continued to grow as she aged, and that it would only serve to strengthen her wings. He then informed her, that if she didn’t have any questions, she was free to go. “No, no questions Mr. Huang, thank you very much! Good day!” she happily replied with a curtsy. He then made his valediction and, as Áróra departed, he made some notes in her folder. Áróra couldn’t help but think they were positive, based on the smile on his face. Taking one last look at Feng, she closed the door; class was now over, it was time to begin her second mission, her search for The Perfect Voice, anew. This time, however, she went past the door her teacher had been waiting behind. The first two doors she tried were both locked and there were no sounds to be heard at all beyond them. The third door she came to, however, was unlocked. She quickly slipped past it. In her mind, she was moving like a ninja, stealthy and undetected. It was true that her steps were rather quiet, due to her light weight, but if someone had so much as a brief glimpse in her general direction, she would be caught. The bright coloration of her clothing, wings, and the streaks in her hair made for very poor camouflage. The halls seemed to go on forever as she pressed deeper into the facility. She had never really realized just how large the lab was. When she was younger, she never really had a chance to explore it. One thing she remembered, from her youth, that, until now, seemed the same, was sensing individuals with powerful magic. She had always sensed them living here, but through some combination of either weaker ability at that time or of the distance they were from her, she could never sense the specific magic or where they were. It had been the same for most of this visit, except for when she met her teacher and sensed his fire magic, but now, she sensed something else. She sensed a powerful source of water magic. Could this be him? She thought, Ciúin did mention the voice sounded like it could command water, which could easily mean he had water magic. From the distance she currently was, her senses could only give her a rough location for the source of the magic. She kept moving steadily towards the source though, her senses better able to tell the location as she neared. She couldn’t be sure that it was him though, but then she heard the voice. She couldn’t make out what was said exactly, it was muffled for some reason. It did sound powerful though, even though she was unable to hear the exact words. That, combined with the sense of strong water magic, seemed to match Ciúin’s description perfectly. She nearly ran in the direction she felt it was coming from. She rounded a corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Up until then, she hadn’t actually ran into anyone, but a little ways down the hall, a boy was exiting a room; it seemed to be the room that she sensed the magic emanating from. Her first instinct was to charge the boy and introduce herself, but even though he seemed so cheerful and he had a tail and head bobblies and was brightly colored, and she so desperately wanted to rush over and say hi, she didn’t. No, she could not do that; she had to finish her mission! She jumped back and hid behind the corner she had just rounded. Even though she very much wanted to meet the boy, Áróra desperately hoped that he would not walk her way. She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard him hurry in the other direction. Peaking around the corner, she saw the coast was clear and made her way to the door. Written on the door, in bold letters, was:
View Room
Demon
Type: Gluttony
Warning: No Banging On The Glass.
She didn’t know much about the demons they kept in the lab, but she suddenly wished she had saved one of those power bars. Well, this is it, she thought, time to see who possesses this perfect voice. Pushing open the door, she stepped inside. She was greeted by what seemed to be a massive aquarium. Her eyes lit up, she loved aquariums! It also seemed to be where the source of the magic was coming from, which, when she thought about it, made sense. Then, she saw him. He had some similarities to both the boy she had just seen and to Ciúin, but he was definitely his own creature. He had a long tail, with spikes and green webbing and a purple dangly thing dangling from his head. There was a definite bestial quality to this gluttony demon; sharp claws, elongated face with sharp teeth, he was an aquatic predator, but his limbs looked more than capable of moving about on land, and he was looking right at her. Even though her mission had been to find him, her nerves were a bit on end from all this sneaking about, and the realization that he was staring at her made her jump and scamper back out the door. Her back now pressed against the wall, right next to the wall, she exhaled deeply and resolved to go back in and ask some questions and get some answers. At least that was her plan until she heard a sound farther down the hall and turning her head towards the noise she saw what she could only guess was another demon or at least another half demon/half angel creature like herself, only older. He had a different appearance then she was use to, he walks on all fours and had a spiked tail. Luckily, he was facing the other direction and didn’t seem to notice her, or at least if he did, didn’t seem to care. That last possibility didn’t even cross her mind though, she was sneaking about, anyone she might see presumably wanted to catch her, in her mind. She fled back the way she came, nearly gliding over the ground. Though slightly panicked, she was still able to mentally map the route in her head. Once she was able, she planned to draw the route for Ciúin. She didn’t get a chance to talk to the demon, but she was sure she had found him. Despite her hurried departure from her last, almost encounter, she couldn’t help but think, as she neared the entrance, wow, that was an awesome spiked tail.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:57 am
Vilyum's Journal Entry #2
Vilyum’s LogRecently there have been many events of note in Áróra’s life. The simplest way to get into them would be to go in chronological order. I was half tempted to write this in reverse chronological order or do a bit of temporal randomness and throw random bits, from random times, seemingly at random, but there really seemed to be no point to doing that. Recently after my last entry, I threw something new into the home schooling curriculum, a nerf crossbow. She seemed to take to it, hmm, can’t think of an analogy at the moment, but she took to it like something that takes to things rapidly. In fact, when I recently brought up the topic of her taking a weapons class when she got a bit older, she expressed interest in learning to use a real crossbow. Due to her enhanced strength I, with a lot of help from her, have been constructing a custom built crossbow for her. I won’t go into specifics, but let’s just say your average person would have much difficulty pulling the string back, whether using an arm, or both legs. I imagine she won’t have much trouble pulling it back, even one handed. Heck, she is but a child and she can nearly beat me at arm wrestling. I will admit though, that from time to time, I do let her win. When asked to study one of her genetic donors, she chose to go with her demonic side, Revenge. I can’t help but wonder if she is curious about it due to how it appears to make a strong impact on her physically but not mentally or emotionally. One trait she developed from her revenge side is detecting magic; she tends to not talk about other people’s magic in public though, but when we are in private, she often times tell me of the different magic’s she senses from different people; I can’t help but wonder what she senses from me, if anything at all. She has also made acquaintance with many new people, though there are several of note to mention. While at a pool she met a boy by the name of Ciúin; it seemed like just an ordinary encounter, but later she told me how her meeting had caused her to go wandering about the facility after a class, which I will talk about in more depth later. I wasn’t upset that she went wandering, kids will be kids, and was rather pleased that even though she went sneaking about, she made sure she told me about it. She told me that she would like to see him again so that she could give him a map she drew. During the evening exhibits at the local aquarium, she ran into an older girl that she quickly became quite attached to. The girl shares half of Áróra’s genetic makeup, the revenge half, and now Áróra keeps saying that she is her older sister. The other girl doesn’t seem to mind, though if she did, I am not sure how vocal she would be about it, she seems to be in her head a lot, not a bad trait or anything, just I doubt she would lodge many complaints, which seems a bit unusual given the revenge genes, but then again, Áróra is far from revenge orientated; maybe the revenge genes aren't particularly strong, but I do believe I am rambling in print now. I could be wrong about the girl, but from out brief encounter, she seemed sweet, thoughtful, intelligent, and a bit quiet; that last part though, is in comparison to Áróra. The two seemed, at least in my opinion, to have developed a bit of a rapport; due to this and my need for someone to occasionally watch Áróra, I have made plans for her to babysit her while I pick up her two new siblings, more on that later, and may possibly have her do it regularly, if she doesn’t mind. With the additions coming, I may need someone I can count on from time to time to help watch them. She also recently met a woman by the name of, um, Azubahiel; I might be spelling that incorrectly, it is a rather unique name. I think this was the first pregnant woman she has seen; she was quite interested. Afterwards, she asked me where babies come from…I told her the lab. Sometimes I really fail as a parent. This next one wasn’t a new friend, but a new experience; she recently spent a day at her friend Seth’s house. Actually, I am wrong; she did meet a new person, Seth’s older sister Ilyrosa, who had the good grace to teach Áróra the F word. I couldn’t be more pleased by this development. At least after a few initial uses, she seemed to get it out of her system. That wasn’t where this portion was supposed to go though; it was her first time visiting a friend’s house. It seemed to go well other then the obscenities and we hope to welcome Seth to our home some time. I did learn something new about Seth’s father, but I don’t need to go into that here. Now for some big news though, recently Áróra took her first class at the facilities, it was flight. So yes, now she is flying. Heck, she is flying around while holding weights; I guess her teacher told her that it would help strengthen her wings since she normally weighs so little. That was when she had her little adventurer wandering around the labs, actually. While she was wandering, she saw a boy that she kept going on about, his tail, his head bobblies, and his bright colors. If I can find out who it is, I may have to arrange a meeting. Also, before the class, Áróra helped me design a mechanical cat. She seemed rather disappointed when I left with it. At the time, she didn’t realize that I was bringing it back to her, but first had to bring it to a man, I know, named Vladimir. He used his technomancy, he calls it, to animate it and give it a bit of artificial life. It was ready for her after she took the class. She instantly fell in love with it, and despite it being a walking assemblage of metal; she gave it the name fluffy. She inquired into how it was created and after I explained, she decided that she wanted to learn technomancy. So I will be taking her to see Vlad to have her tested to see if she can learn. If she can, it looks like she will be skipping the facility “spirituality” classes and taking some lessons from him instead. Lastly, and very importantly, Áróra will be getting two sisters. They are from a different lab, though similar in function; they also mix DNA of things to create children, but instead of Angels and Demons they mix various humanoids and beasts. It should be interesting and I know Áróra is looking forward to getting two little sisters. Vilyum Word count: 1186
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 12:59 am
Play Date 13
Reserved for AIM PD with Nina babysitting Áróra
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 4:26 am
Meeting Vladimir- A Solo Áróra was equal parts nervous and excited; today she was to meet the man who had animated her pet Fluffy, the man who hopefully would be teaching her technomancy. She didn’t know if she would be able to learn it yet, he had to test her, hence the reason for today’s visit. Having no idea what to expect, she just stared out the window; she was much more quiet then her normal self. It wasn’t just her that was quiet though, her sister Olivia was asleep in the back seat, like normal, and her other sister Melody was staring off into space, seemingly lost in some other world. Then, with almost a plop, Blueberry Fluff, one of Melody’s pet fuzzykin, landed on Áróra’s head and she broke the silence with a giggle. “Well, we are almost there, you ready?” Vilyum inquired. “Mmmhmm, “came her reply. She was ready, as ready as she was going to be. A few more minutes passed before Áróra asked, “What is it going to be like? How will he know if I can learn?” Laughing, he answered, “I’m pretty sure he is going to make you play a video game and that will be it.” “A video game? I play video games all the time. How will he know if I can learn from that?” “Well, I could tell you, but then it wouldn’t work.” Very confused, she simply replied, “Um, ok daddy.” Shortly after, they arrived at an apartment complex. As they got out of the car, a large man lumbered over. He towered over Vilyum, almost a foot taller, and was built like some cross between a body builder and a rhinoceros. His left arm seemed thicker than Áróra’s head was wide and his right arm wasn’t a normal arm. Instead of a right arm made of flesh and blood, he had one made of steel. Plates of steel, gears, pulleys, and metal wires replaced the skin, joints, ligaments, and muscles that would normally make up an arm. He looked much older than her daddy; his face was weathered, lightly tanned, and boasted a 5 o’clock shadow of gray hair. The straight, gray hair on his head ran to just below his shoulders and appeared to be receding. His eyes, they didn’t match, one, the left, was a very pale blue, the other a dark brown. He was clothed in a brightly colored, slightly wrinkled, hawaiian shirt, dark blue jean shorts, and a pair of worn, black flip flops. All in all, he was a rather unique sight. “So you must be Áróra,” he stated in deep, booming voice, “Vilyum has told me so much about you. I am Vladimir, you may call me Vlad.” “Hello Mr. Vlad,” she replied with a curtsy. Laughing a deep hearty laugh, he countered, “Just Vlad will do.” “Ok, Vlad.” “So Vilyum, this may take a while, I will give you a ring when we know either way.” “Very well,” he replied and then turning to Áróra he said, “Good luck sweetie, I will be back in a while to pick you up.” From inside the car, both Melody and Olivia, now awake, waved and shouted, “Good bye!” Waving back, Áróra said, “Bye Melody! Bye Olivia! Bye daddy! See you soon!” “Well let’s go,” Vladimir stated and then wordlessly walked to the entrance. Áróra turned back to wave again, as Vilyum drove away, and then quickly caught up to Vladimir. He led her into the relatively small entry way and up 5 flights of stairs without a word. They passed several doors as they walked down the hall, ultimately arriving at Vlad’s apartment, 50-, the last number seemed to of fallen off. He held the door open for her then followed her in, bolting it behind him. The living room was very messy; clothes, empty bags of chips, empty soda cans, paper plates with little pieces of food left on them, and other random pieces of debris were strewn about. Walking to the TV, he motioned to what appeared to be a small video game system with a cartridge sticking out. Holding out a rudimentary controller to her, he stated, “Play this, I am going to take a nap, wake me when you finish or give up.” Taking the controller, she noted that it seemed to have a faint magical feel to it. Confused she began, “Um, ok, but how is this.” Cutting her off, he responded, “You let me worry about that. Oh, there is soda and sandwiches in the fridge, help yourself, and the restroom is down the hall, first door on the left. My bedroom is the third door, knock when you are done.” With that, he departed, through the kitchen, and down the hall to his room. Áróra was at a loss, she just stood there for a moment, confused. Finally, she shrugged and set to work clearing a space on the couch. After that, she walked to the kitchen to take a look in the fridge. He had offered so why not? The kitchen was smallish, just a narrow walkway though some countertops, a stove, a sink and a fridge. Peering inside the fridge, she grabbed a can of what appeared to be a generic Dr. Pepper, it was called Dr. Bob. Also, in the fridge, there were three sandwiches, all individually wrapped. She grabbed the closest and, after removing the plastic, peaked between the slices of eye bread. Inside there was mustard and a meat that she couldn’t quite identify. With a shrug, she took the sandwich and soda and walked back to the living room. After setting the food and drink down, she walked to the system and turned it on. As it loaded, she sat down with controller in hand. The game had no title screen; it seemed about Nintendo quality in graphics and appeared to be a simple platformer. Within a few seconds, she died. She was puzzled though, she knew she had made the jump; it was as if the platform had moved on her. Luckily, the game seemed to have infinite lives, so she jumped right back into it and promptly died again. 3 more lives lost, and she had gotten a bit farther, a bit being about a screen length away. This game was going to take a while, she thought, none of daddies games are this hard.
5 hours, 3 sandwiches, 6 sodas, 3 trips to the restroom, and about 3500 deaths later, she was on level 4. Ugh, this game is impossible, she thought, practically shouting in her head. It’s cheating, the game is cheating! Her face was covered in anger, nearly rage. Even trying to memorize the levels, she just kept dying; the controls were horrible, she would push buttons and it wouldn’t register; she would land where she knew the platform was and it would be gone; she couldn’t take any more of this game. “Enough!” she cried out and as she tossed the controller to the ground, the TV screen went blank and the console started smoking. “What just happened?” she uttered to herself, confused, before running to Vladimir’s bedroom door. “Mr. Vlad! Mr. Vlad! The video game is on fire,” she yelled, pounding on the door, causing it to shake with the force of her blows. After a moment, Vlad opened the door, and muttered, “I told you to call me Vlad, not Mr. Vlad. Stop with the yelling, I’m awake, where’s the fire?” “In there!” she exclaimed pointing to the living room. Stumbling out the bedroom door, he slowly made his way to the living room. “Eh, it’s just some smoke, nothing to worry about. Well, I guess you passed.” “I passed? But I got upset and threw down the controller.” “That was the point. The controller, if you had any ability, it would amplify it, but only for something basic, like rendering a console inert. Can’t do anything sophisticated with a device like that, but it served its purpose. Wait a second; I’ve been asleep for 5 hours. It took you 5 hours? I told Vilyum that, that patience side of you would hinder the test, but I didn’t think this much. How far did you even get? But yeah, you had to have some spark of ability and had to really want the console destroyed.” Taking all that in, she responded, “Oh…So I passed?! I can learn it then? And well, I got to the 4th level.” “Yes, you passed. There’s a 4th level? Oh, and in case you were wondering, the game does cheat. One moment, I will be right back.” He then made his way back to the bedroom. After a few minutes, he reappeared with a glass cube that looked like it held a light bulb inside. “Well, now you know what it feels like, to use the ability, or at least you should,” he started, “but you still don’t have the ability to call it forth at your leisure. Until then, there isn’t much more that I can do for you; take this cube and when you can muster up enough magic to shatter the light inside, have your dad give me a call and we will set up a proper class.” Taking the cube from him, she said, “Ok, Vlad. I will make sure this shatters! Oh, and thank you for animating Fluffy!” “You named it Fluffy? Well I guess I will call Vilyum and let him know you are ready, feel free to take a seat as you wait. If you have any questions, I can answer while we wait for him.” Before making the call though, he wandered into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. “You ate all three sandwiches? That was the last of my cow tongue.” “Cow tongue!” Áróra exclaimed, “Eww!”
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 6:06 am
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 10:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 3:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 3:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 4:35 am
Reserved for Babysitting PD while new younger siblings are picked up
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 4:36 am
Reserved for Spirituality Class Number 1
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:46 am
Parent Study Worksheet #2 1: What is the name of the parent that you picked to study this time around? Pagiel2: 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? Patience3: What made you pick this person? Was it because you were more curious about them? Or was it something else? I was a bit curious about him and he was the only one left to pick. 4: From the photo do you see anything right away that reminds you of you? Answer Yes or No. Yes5: Name at least one thing you have in common with the one that your studying up on today. Rainbow wings and hair6: 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. Yes7: If you answered yes, what is it you have in common with the one your studying up on today other than physical traits? I heal quickly!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. Being so lightweight that he can float or flutter. I have that, it is a bit odd.9: If you had one question you could ask of this person what might it be? Do you just hide your anger or do you actually just have none, ever?
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 1:41 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 1:59 am
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