Krona Jones
Self-Proclaimed Hammer of Justice
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"Is that not Just?"
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Journal Entry 11
ι нανє ƒσυη∂ уєт αησтнєя мσηѕтєя. αησтнєя ωσмαη ωнσѕє ιηѕтιη¢т ιѕ ωяιттєη тσ кιℓℓ, ησт ρяσтє¢т, ℓιкє тнє вℓα¢к ωιη∂σω αη∂ нєя мαтє. ѕнє тαιηтѕ нєя ¢нιℓ∂ ωιтн вєαтιηgѕ αη∂ нαяѕн ωσя∂ѕ αη∂ ѕнє ∂єℓιgнтѕ ιη ιт. ιт’ѕ ∂ιѕgυѕтιηg. ιт’ѕ ∂ιѕgυѕтιηg αη∂ ιт мυѕт вє ѕтσρρє∂. σƒ ¢συяѕє, тнσѕє ∂αмη ƒσσℓѕ ѕιттιηg ιη нιgн ρσѕιтισηѕ, αη∂ тнσѕє ∂αмη ℓσωєя ρєσρℓє αяє тσσ ѕσƒт αη∂ тσσ αƒяαι∂ тσ нαммєя ∂σωη, тσ ι αм ¢αℓℓє∂ тσ ∂σ ιт. ιт’ѕ ∂αмη αηησуιηg, нανιηg тσ ∂ιяту му σωη нαη∂ѕ ву яι∂∂ιηg σƒ тнєѕє ωσмєη αη∂ тнєη gєттιηg ησтнιηg ρυт яι∂ι¢υℓє ιη яєтυяη. тнєу ¢αℓℓ мє α мυя∂єяєя. α gσ∂∂αмη кιℓℓєя! ι αм α ѕαιηт! ι αм ρяєνєηтιηg мσяє ηαѕту ρєσρℓє ƒяσм єχιѕтιηg, αη∂ тнєу ¢ση∂ємη мє ƒσя ιт. ∂αмη ƒσσℓѕ.
тнєу ωαηт тнιѕ ωσмαη тσ ℓινє? ѕнє вєαтѕ нєя ¢нιℓ∂, ѕ¢яєαмѕ αт нєя, ℓσ¢кѕ нєя αвυѕєѕ нєя. тнєу тυяη α вℓιη∂ єує, тнєу ∂єƒєη∂ нєя. тнєу αяє נυѕт αѕ нσяяιвℓє αѕ ѕнє! вυт ιт ∂σєѕ ησт мαттєя тσ мє. ι ωιℓℓ ¢σηтιηυє тσ ∂σ му נσв, αη∂ тнєу ωιℓℓ ¢σηтιηυє тσ яι∂ι¢υℓє αη∂ ι ωιℓℓ ℓαυgн, вє¢αυѕє тнєιя ∂αу ιѕ ¢σмιηg.
ι αяяινє ιη тσωη тσ∂αу. ѕнє нα∂ вєттєя вє ρяєραяє∂.
Krona slipped her ink pen into the binding of her beaten up blue notebook, and then slipped the little diary into one of the many pockets that lined her floor-dusting black robes. Her clothes, her feet, made no sound as she stood from the boulder upon which she sat, and began making her way toward the Citadel.
She stuck to the shadows, melting into the backdrop of trees that lined the path to the city, and into the shadows that danced between them.
Undetectable, silent, moving like silk through the trees.
Her forest green eyes stayed trained on the path, hoping to catch a glimpse of another soul journeying towards the gates. By the path was void of life; there was no one who could provide distraction or cover for her to slip in undetected.
Not that she needed to. She had I.D. and a card declaring she part of no faction.
Yet, for her task, it was best if no one knew she was in the city...particularly the guards, whom -if she entered by normal means - she would have to how her I.D.
Not good for her plan.
But it seems I have no choice.With a curse to every deity she knew, but did not believe it, she fell from the shadows, and onto the main path. Immediately the guards, - who had, before, been standing rather slouched, staring off into space - stood at attention, their eyes trained on her. The thought of killing them crossed her mind, but that idea was quickly dismissed by the fact that it would draw far too much attention, label her in ways e did not need or want to be labeled, and, most of all, it was simply not just to kill men who were simply fulfilling their duties.
...oh, and of course they were all above her level. But that was a moot point to her.
She pasted a smile on her face as she came to stand before the gates.
"I.D. and faction card." one guard said, his voice measured, emotion-less.
With a scowl on her lips, and a curse in her head, Krona reached into her cloak, pulled out both requested items and flashed it to the guard.
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"Perfect things do not belong in an imperfect world."
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(( DX Oh god, the last line...so....cheesy...! But I couldn't come up with anything else. Crew, let me know if there's anything in this post I need to change. *is excited to get to role-playing*))300 E
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