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 Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 4:58 pm
Title
Zah's Kid Quest, Part 1
Run
Zasalamel ran as fast as his unsteady legs would take him. He ran not because he wanted to, but because he had to...because Neveah told him to. If he had his way, he would have stayed to help his Ilhar, but she ordered him to run. He had no choice but to do as she said.
The problem now was...he was getting tired. As he slowed down, he knew he was lucky; not a single person was following after him. Instead, they were giving him strange looks. It was understandable, as he was a toddler and currently, alone...not to mention running like a hell hound was fresh on his heels.
Out of breath and exhausted, Zah came across a place he recognized, a place that he could use as a refuge. The Headquarters. He'd been to the Headquarters numerous times with Neveah, but now he came alone. After double checking to make sure nobody was following him. He pulled open the door and went inside, teleporting himself to the inner headquarters.
Now inside and safe, Zasalamel still looked around for a good hiding place, just incase. What he ended up finding was an empty cabinet, one that was too big for him but just as good nonetheless. Crawling inside, he pulled the doors closed and juat sat there, enveloped in glorious darkness. There, he finally rested, fumbling in his pocket for the phone his Ilhar had given to him, hugging it to his chest.
Hidden and alone, Zasalamel found himself with the urge to cry. Neveah was still out there, Neveah was still protecting him...and he couldn't do anything to help her! As the tears welled in his eyes, he recalled the day's events, from the strange man who started at him so oddly it gave him the creeps, to the desperate look of fear on his Ilhar's face, and finally to the painful slap he'd gotten for asking if she was alright. His tears were flowing freely down his cheeks then, as he raised a hand to touch his stinging cheek. Not even Ilhar hit him! She'd never hit him once in his entire, but short, life. After he'd gotten slapped, he remembered Neveah rushing between them, and then of course the yelling. He'd been too frightened and surprised to listen, but once he did, he heard his Ilhar screaming at him, telling him to run.
His last image of her was the sparkling flutter of her glorious black and blue wings as she physically tried to stop the strange male from getting to him.
So there he was, alone in a dark cabinet, hugging his mother's cell phone to his chest. He was crying, and there was no one around to comfort him. In his own language he pleaded to whoever would listen, begging them to make sure his Ilhar would be alright, that she would come to get him like she promised she would.
Eventually, Zasalamel cried himself to sleep, alone in that dark cabinet.
he didn't hear the soft ringing of the cell phone hugged tightly to his chest.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:04 pm
Title
Zah's Kid Quest, Part 2
Baby
When he was awake there was no refuge, so naturally being asleep would bring about some form of peace, right...? Wrong. His sleep was no refuge. As he drifted off, he was met with a barrage of what seemed to be hundreds of thousands of images, each moving much too fast to focus on. Along with the images came a barrage of emotions, some he recognized and some he did not. He felt pain, sorrow, lust, pride, joy, bloodlust, regret, friendship...the list went on. Zasalamel knew he had experienced all of these emotions at some point in his life; even if it felt like a lifetime ago.
Soon, he began to get annoyed over being unable to focus on something. Just as his mind-voice was about to scream in frustration, everything stopped. He found himself looking around at all of the still images, all too blurry to decipher what they consisted of...save for one. There was one image, directly infront of him, that he could recognize. So, he focused on that one.
It was an infant, a male infant, covered in the dark red liquid of birth. His skin was black, his white hair was as long and consistant as peachfuzz. To Zasalamel's eyes, this infant was adorable...and from the back of his mind, a swelling pride began to form. He knew this child, he knew he knew this child...and it made him happy. This feeling was familliar...he was so happy he could have cried and whooped; yet he did not. He did not dare to open his mouth. With the realization of needed silence came another emotion; regret. He felt sorry for the infant, for having been born male.
His gaze drifted away from the infant, and instead rested upon a female that was just across the room. She was naked save for a few spider-oriented decorations; bracelets and necklaces. The woman also looked exhausted, sweat glistening over her dark skin. Zasalamel knew her somehow, and he knew her to be the Ilhar of this particular infant. When he looked at her, he noticed how angry she looked. The new Ilhar was furious, the rage clear in her glowing red eyes.
"A damned male!" She cried out, her head snapping towards him, her red eyes narrowed. Zasalamel could feel the icy daggers thrown from her gaze, and he could feel the accusing hatred she felt for him. He froze...why was she angry with him? Surely it couldn't have been his fault...! And yet...he felt it was, and he felt himself bowing in an apologetic manner, muttering something sincerely.
This seemed to appease the woman, but her dagger-like gaze still rested on him. It was then the image froze, and Zasalamel was staring into the accusing face of a female he felt he knew, but had never met before.
The barrage of images came again, along with the wave of emotions. Everything was distantly familliar, and it was so familliar it bothered him.
He was so confused, he wanted out of this. He wanted nothing more to do with these images or these emotions. He wanted to go to his Ilhar now, he wanted to go eat cookies with Kishi, he wanted to show Yashima his slingshot and play, Hell, he even wanted to watch TV again with Cal. Anything!
But that never happened, the images kept coming.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:09 pm
Title
Zah's Kid Quest, Part 3
Kill
(( OOC: Please note that anything in italics means the speaker is speaking Undercommon, thank you. =3 ))
Zasalamel felt sick. His eyes hurt from the barrage of images, and his head and heart hurt from the barrage of emotion. The drow almost felt like collapsing, but he felt an invisible hand holding him up, forcing him against his will to be on his feet. Why did he have to go through this? Why did he dream such strange things? Why did he feel so awake, and what were all these images? Surely none of this happened in his home on Gaia, with Neveah, the twins, Verwin and Tyranna! What he managed to see was alien to him, yet he remembered it. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of images, emotions, and questions.
Finally, the images stopped. Zasalamel regained his composer then, his hand clasping over his mouth to calm himself, to prevent himself from getting sick. Once he felt well enough, Zasalamel reached out and touched the image; it was a child with a dagger, standing in a stone room with oddly coloured flames dancing on torches. The child looked pleased with the weapon. Once he'd touched the image, the image began to move.
The child was practicing with the dagger, not holding it. He practiced parrying and lunging on thin air, no opponent in sight. Zasalamel was watching over him, hidden in the shadows near a pillar. Part of him wanted to go out and practice with the boy, but another part of him told him not to move; he felt he was forbidden to go to this boy. Like the infant beforehand, he did not know this child, and yet he did...and he was proud of this boy, too.
Zasalamel startled suddenly, feeling a soft hand brush against his naked arm. His instinct told him to spin around, and yet he just turned slowly, his eyes dropping to the floor once he recognized it was a female the hand belonged to. He said nothing; he didn't have to, for she spoke first.
"Weapons Master, you are needed in the Matron's chambers." Came the bored voice of the female who had touched his arm. As quietly as she had came to him, she left. He glanced once more at the practicing child, then turned and walked down a hidden hallway.
His steps were sure-footed and quiet, and it wasn't long before he made it into a heavilly spider-decorated room. He bowed at the entrance, and waited for the female's command before he entered. As he neared the woman, he noticed this was the same female as before...only she looked happy now, and there were four females around her, varying in ages, that he did, yet did not, recognize.
"We are in need of your talents again." The matron said, brushing her lips with one long fingernail. "It seems we have a spy in our midst; apparently a lower house wishes to start a war with us." She informed him, her voice almost laughing. It was a joke to her apparently, this news of a spy. "Lloth informed us of this spy's whereabouts; we have discovered it to be Yazril Freafin." The woman then paused for dramatics, her red eyes narrowing in morbid pleasure. "Destroy him, and give his head and heart to me."
If Zasalamel had felt sick before, he was most definately sick now. She wanted him to...what? He found himself bowing again, putting on a face of morbid pleasure to match hers. it was almost as if he enjoyed to kill...or at least pretending to. "As you wish, Matron." He found himself saying, his own lower voice echoed by a heavier, gruffer one.
Turning, he unsheathed one of the scimitars that crossed his back, and left the room.
As he left the room, time seemed to speed up. He felt like he was running at an insane pace through the twisted corridors, and yet he knew he was only walking. Time sped past the confrontation between Weapons Master and Spy; it came to a halt after the spy fell to the ground, his chest held in place by Zasalamel's thick boot and heavy step; just before Zasalamel raised his scimitars in an offensive move. As if nothing happened, time started again.
The blade came crashing down with the speed and strength he never knew existed. Yazril Freafin's head was severed from his body in one clean, percise blow.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:11 pm
Title
Zah's Kid Quest, Part 4
Escape
(( OOC: Please note that anything in italics means the speaker is speaking Undercommon, thank you. =3 ))
The image stilled on the bloody body of the fallen Drow.
It took everything in Zasalamel's power not to throw up then. He killed someone! He just killed someone, and felt no mercy for it! Not an ounce of regret! He was...proud of himself for killing! Why? Why did he enjoy that! The barrage of images and emotions came once more, but Zasalamel only felt sick. How could he have killed someone and enjoyed it?! It was disgusting, it was immoral! Zasalamel was disgusted with himself. He wanted to wake up now, he wanted to get rid of these disturbing and disgusting dreams, he wanted his Ilhar and his brothers and even Verwin and Tyranna. He wanted to go back and cling to Yashima or wrestle with Kishi or eat cookies. It didn't matter what he did, just as long as he was out of these dreams and home with the people he knew and trusted, the people he adored and cared for. But no, he just wouldn't wake up, no matter how many times he pinched himself.
Another image stilled and stood before him, clear as day amung the blurry images that he wasn't yet supposed to focus on. He merely glanced at it, capturing an image of a dark tunnel, a bright light at the very end. He was disgusted with himself, but he was curious now. Lifting his head, though he was still angry with himself, he reached out and touched the image...
...And instantly started running.
He seemed to be running as if his life depended on it, his fingers clasped tightly around what he knew to be the scimitars he'd been holding earlier. He was being chased, he could hear the angry Drowish cries behind him...and when one got too near to him, he didn't hesitate to cut them down. He realized quickly that he was running away fom the underdark, and taking someone along with him. It was a boy, a boy shorter than he was, but with the same dark skin and white hair, though he had red eyes. They ran towards the end of the tunnel, the light getting painfully closer and closer...
"Father...!" The boy gasped out, fear in his voice. "I-I can't do this, I can't go!" Zasalamel had turned and started at the boy then, knowing his eyes were wide in surprise. Father? this kid was his son? Before he could dwell on it further, the other Drow warriors started to catch up with them again. Reaching out, he grasped the boy's arm, and tried to physically make him move again.
"You must come with me!" He pleaded with the boy. "We'll be alright on the surface world, I swear it!" Then, he started running again, pulling the boy with him.
The light from the surface engulfed him, biting viciously at his skin and burning his eyes. He kept running until he felt the fire on his skin cool down. He was in shade...he was in pain, but it had dulled a little bit. Now, he felt it was safe to turn around.
There was no boy. He was alone. Zasalamel cried out a name, his voice once more echoed by the heavier, gruffer voice from before. There was no answer. Desperate, he searched for the boy...and found nothing. The boy had escaped his grasp and stayed behind.
Zasalamel felt his heart break...
Time stopped, and once more everything went black. There were no images, but there were definately voices now. They were angry, accusing...and in a language Zasalamel couldn't understand. He felt pain, he felt his skin and eyes burn, his wrists and ankles tear...he hurt everywhere.
He heard himself scream...then came a swift, sharp pain deep within his chest.
The voices stopped, his screaming was cut short...and he felt himself fall.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 8:30 pm
Title
Zah's Kid Quest, Part 5
Growing up, the END!
Zasalamel felt himself fall, his mind and everything around him impenetrably black. All that he heard was his thoughts, all he could feel were his emotions; nothing else existed to him.
He was disgusted with himself. He killed. He killed someone. He killed many people. He hated the woman who made him kill. He hated his brethren that killed. He hated his people who allowed killing. He hated their lack of morals. He hated that the infants had no choice but to become killers. He hated them. He hated them all
He hated himself.
He was unable to save someone close to him. He was so desperate to leave that he didn’t feel that child’s hand slip away. He knew he cared for that person, and he couldn’t save him. What kind of a man was he? A pathetic one. Not being able to save someone---
Wait. Neveah. Ilhar. He hadn’t been ale to save her, either. He ran when she was in danger. He didn’t stand and fight like a man should have. It was unforgivable. He cared for Ilhar; he should have stayed and protected her. Could he actually protect anyone? What about Yashima? What about Kishi? Cal? Rouge? Malen? His Brothers, Duke and Prince? Verwin, Tyranna? Could he protect them? No! He couldn’t protect his own Ilhar! There was no way he could protect his friends when he ran from protecting the one person who raised him and cared for him, who protected him from the pain of the daylight.
Hell, he hadn’t even been able to save himself! His memory, the ones of his last moments, he allowed it to happen! He was captured, he was yelled at in a foreign language. He was killed. He hadn’t fought back, he hadn’t tried to get away. He just…let himself die. Why? Why did he do that? He could’ve gone back, damn it! He could have tried to save his son. To save that one person he cared about from the large group of people he loathed with every ounce of his being. Even if he died then, at least it was better dying trying to save another life than dying alone in hatred and self-pity!
What was he, then? He certainly was no man; he couldn’t protect anyone. He was no Drow; he hated the murders that made up his people. So…just what was he…?
So enthralled in his own dark thoughts, the ghostling didn’t realize he was no longer falling. The sensation had left long ago, but it had been lost in the sea of hatred. Only now, as his mind cleared of hatred thoughts to thoughts of confusion, did he realize something was different. In fact, many things were different.
The falling sensation was nothing.
He was sitting; he knew that. But he was sitting awkwardly…his knees were proper up, and his back and neck were bent oddly. It hurt; his entire body hurt. Huh. Why did he sit in such a cramped space? And that noise…ringing? Something was ringing? It was close by, he could hear it clearly. Soon, the ringing had stopped; and it only added to his confusion. Slowly, he opened his eyes; somehow he seemed to understand that he could do that now.
He was met with the pitch darkness he knew he’d fallen asleep in. Part of him was sighing in relief…and the other part of him was curious as to why. As relieved as he was, it didn’t make up for the dull pain that covered his entire body; the need to stretch out was getting unbearable. Reaching out, he put his hand against the opposite wall and pushed, shuffling himself up slowly into a slightly less awkward position.
Wait. Wait! Since when did his arm stretch out that far? Gasping quietly to himself, he took his hand from the wall and brought it close to his face, staring at the heat signal it gave off in the darkness. His arm stretched out farther than normal, and his hand was bigger than he remembered it to be, he dreamt strange things…what was going on?!
Kishi’s words flooded back to his mind. "Did you know you dream yourself big?" She had said softly after their wrestling match. " I fell asleep one day and dreamed of a big me only it wasn't me they were just like me and I was in their head and it was strange. Anyways I woke up and I was this big. So maybe one day soon you'll dream yourself big too…”
Dream yourself big? He certainly dreamt of a big him. Well, he thought it was him, he was pretty sure it was him. Now he was awake, and his arm stretched farther, his hand was bigger, and he was fairly sure there was more room in the cabinet when he first went into it than there was now.
Which then begged the question: What was he doing in the cabinet anyway?
Suddenly, he started again as the phone leapt into life, flashing a blue light onto his dark chest and ringing in a flat, regular tone. Unwrapping his other hand from his chest, he lifted the phone to look at it, though the flashing hurt his eyes; his poor pupils didn’t have the chance to get used to the change in light between the blue flashes. It was then, looking at the phone, that he recalled what had happened before he fell asleep in the cabinet.
He didn’t run because he wanted to, but because he had too! Ilhar wouldn’t let him protect her, instead she was still protecting him! He recalled the strange man that had hit him; he was so much bigger than he used to be…so even if he had stayed, he couldn’t have done anything! He was much too small then…but not anymore! It still irked him that he couldn’t help, but at least now, after remembering why he ran, he felt a little better about it. His hatred for himself had relaxed a little…but only a little.
Now, what was he supposed to do when he heard the phone? Oh yeah, come out of hiding! Holding the phone against him again, he then tried awkwardly to twist himself towards the door of the cabinet. He had to get out of here somehow, he had to go out and stand where Ilhar could find him again!
Before he pushed open the door, he heard voices through the cabinet doors.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:04 am
Title
Zomg, Kidlets!
Find Zah, please!
Summary:
Giving up trying to find him on her own, the wounded Neveah enlists the help of Patrick, Malen, and subsequently Yashima and Kishi to help her find him. As the kid Ghostlings thought, the adults were useless in finding their friend: they found him themselves!
The little Drow had become....not so little anymore. In fact, he towers over his friends! However, with Neveah's current condition, Zasalamel had no time to glee in his growth. Instead, he tries to summon what butchered english he could to tell everyone what happened.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:08 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:27 am
Title
The calm after the storm
Neveah's Surgery
Neveah had been through a lot.
She'd been away for an entire year on a silly escapade. She'd come home and got herself stuck with a wand-child. She fought verbally for permission to keep the Drow wand. She had to raise that wand-child, even though, to her utter dismay, it didn't speak a word of english. Not to mention the whole unable to stand the sun thing. She'd been looped into caring for twin deer, and also a guardian of love. She'd gained a new housemate. She'd been threatened by her boss. Her boss threatened her son. She fought physically with her boss once he hit her son...but at the cost of her wings. During the battle she'd lost her now dear child, and though she'd been in great pain, she searched as hard as she could for him.
Yeah, she'd been through a lot. A lot of things she never wanted to experience again.
Unfortunately, her hardships weren't over just yet.
Sure, they had found Zasalamel. He "dreamed himself big" as Kishi put it; and apparently he dreamt himself really big because he was the same height as her, now. After that, regardless of the fact her broken wings ached more than anything, she slept for two days straight. When she awoke, she felt no better than she had when she first fell asleep; though the larger than life worry over Zasalamel had subsided...if only a little.
Though jobless due to her spat with Philos, Neveah booked an appointment for a much-needed surgery. Her broken wings were getting infected, they would never heal on their own...it had to be done. The butterfly woman had to bite back tears as she signed the lease, giving away her precious, precious wings to the cutting edge of a surgical knife.
Soon, the date for her surgery came, and the butterfly was getting Zasalamel to scramble around the house for her. Hey, he was young and she was severly hurt...it worked out. Besides, the young Drow did it readily for his Ilhar. Anything to help her, to redeem the mistake he'd made as a toddler by running away...even if Neveah did tell him to.
With the help of a taxi, they made it to the Hospital...and with Neveah's wishes, Zasalamel stayed alone in the waiting room. The butterfly woman didn't want to leave him at home. The twins? Fine. Fuu? Fine. Verwin would take care of them. It was her fear of Philos that wanted her to keep Zasalamel as close to her as possible, and since he wasn't allowed in the opperating room with her, the waiting room would do just fine.
Giving her son a reassuring but brief hug, she allowed the Doctors to take her into the operating room, alone.
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After the surgery, Neveah was relocated to her own room on an upper floor. Of course, with her severe insistance, Zasalamel was allowed to stay in the hospital room with her; they set up his own cot near hers. The Doctors didn't know what the big fuss was about, but Neveah, even though she was heavilly drugged, looked completely and utterly nervous and paniced at the mention of the boy leaving her side. Zasalamel never found himself bored though, he always had some thought to entertain him, and some poor male nurse to ask questions to in his broken, heavilly accented english.
Both were released home once the Doctor deemed Neveah well enough to function on her own. Her wings, however, were much too big to remove in one day, and the shock of going from wings to no wings would have hurt Neveah even more; they booked a second appointment.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:33 am
Title
Private Journal Entry 015
Can't remember the date
-Neveah
WHY ME.
Seriously. Why me. I feel awkward, unbalanced...and heavilly drugged. Have I mentioned yet that painkillers make me happy? No? Well, Painkillers make me happy.
But they're gone - almost. My wings, my pretty wings...are just slivers of colour on my back. It looked kind of cool but...its sad. I'm going to miss my wings. So, So very much! But its done, and I can't take it back now. Besides, this is what I get for sticking up for my son, right?
I doubt he'll ever read this, but I sincerely hope he understands why I did what I did. I love the spider brat, no matter how much trouble he causes me, and no matter how much I didn't want him in the beginning. He grew on me. I don't regret what I did...I just regret I lost my wings while doing it. I probably shoud have been more careful.
I hate to say it, but I knew something like this would happen. Phlios hates not being in control.
Anyway, I'm going to lay back down...I just had to do something but watch that stupid surviving reality show again and again and again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:50 am
Enoh Love Title
Drow Ponderings
Well, he's got nothin' better to do.
(( Note anything in italics is in Undercommon. Zah thinks in Undercommon. xD ))
It'd become habit. Get up early, beat Neveah into the kitchen, get her medication ready and being it to her before she could even get up. Zasalamel made this his habit, even though he still despised the rising sun. He resolved to find a way to put up with it; it was his fault his Ilhar was like this, after all...he was honor-bound to help her through it! Not to mention she's his Ilhar. He'd help her anyway, if she let him...and right now, she was too pained or too drugged to refuse his help.
He'd been caring so much for his Mother that he hadn't yet had a chance to go test his new body out. He was bigger, he knew he was faster, and he knew he was stronger but...he spent most of his time in the house, only going outside if Neveah wanted too, and even then he stayed near her. He wanted more than anything to just go running, to test out his new limits. But he couldn't, his Ilhar needed him.
I wonder if she'd let me go running soon... He couldn't help but think a few times, though he berated himself for that thought. He knew she probably would...but very, VERY reluctantly. She'd probably stay in the same spot near the window or on the porch until he came back. He couldn't do that to her! Sighing, the Drow leaned over the counter and filled a glass with crystal clear water.
What's that man up to? He mused, and even his mind-voice was seething with hatred. Ilhar says he probably doesn't care. How is that possible? I thought Ilhar was important to him for work. His mindvoice went quiet then, though he really didn't need mental silence to do what he was doing. He was so used to his routine that he'd probably be able to take Neveah her pills and water while chewing bubblegum and balancing a china set ontop of his head. As he wandered quietly down the hallway to his Ilhar's dark room, Zasaamel mused and thought over this man named Philos. The more he mused, the angrier he got.
I'm going to hurt him. He growled mentally, though his physical lip curled and his eyes narrowed in his resolve. He's not going to get away with doing what he did to Ilhar. Ilhar is a female, that b*****d is male...why wasn't he punished? Why didn't someone hurt him for hurting a Matron? Neveah was a Matron; she was the head of his family, that made her Matron as well as Ilhar...but Ilhar was a more personal, more endearing name. No, that damned male should be punished. I'm going to punish him in her stead. He decided with a growl.
"...Neh? Zah? ...S'that you?" Neveah called sleepily, though there as an uncomfortable tone to her voice. Through the darkness of her room, the Drow could see her start to stir, to attempt to sit up. Instantly, his hatred of Philos cleared from his expression and from his eyes, though it continued to seethe in the back of his mind. Philos was going to pay, and he was going to get what he deserved from Zasalamel's own fists, no matter what.
"Siyo, Ilhar..." He said quietly, reassuringly. Though he was promising the utmost pain to the old man, he was soft and gentle with Neveah, as he helped her with as many morning rituals as he could, before Verwin took over.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:53 am
Title
Hair Play!
Yashima and Zasalamel
Summary:
Yashima pays a visit to Zasalamel...and ends up playing with his hair. What's this? His hair and his ears are his weakness? Hohoho...
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:59 am
Title
Private Journal Entry 016
November 20th, 2006
Diary:
Zasalamel's been asking if we can go out soon. Of course, he always adds 'Once you feel better though, Ilhar' at the end. I feel like a bully...or a hermit. Part of me feels terrible that I've kept him cooped up for so long, but the other part of me is telling me that doesn't matter, since I'm worried and he shouldn't leave anyway. He's got a new body and I'm sure he wants to see what he can and can't do with it; its only natural. But Philos might still be out there, waiting...
Still, I feel like a bully.
I think I will let him out...as long as I go with him, of course.
-Neveah
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 11:10 am
Title
PLAYDATES!
Neveah's attempt at letting Zah get more social.
Caffine Stunts your Growth!
Summary:
Neveah takes Zasalamel out for the first time as a kid...and the sun gets to much for him, so they seek refuge in a dark coffee shop. Here, they meet Lithle and Taylor, the latter gaining a quick interest in Zasalamel's mny belts...and subsequently, his hair.
Its a TRAIN!
Summary:
Though he feels selfish already, he falls in love with Trains after seeing one. Neveah decides to take him to ride on a train, where they meet Donald, the artist that immediately finds a fan in Zasalamel.
Fishing with Voreten
Summary:
Can a Drow, who had no memory of what a lake is, be able to fish? Well, he sure as hell tries! He also meets the interesting Voreten, who teaches how to watch anoher old man to learn how to fish.
Look at those...weeds!
Summary:
Now, Neveah is urged to the headquarters and into the Gardens...where they run into Kyo and the newly grown Oak! Like Taylor, Oak finds a fascination with Zasalamel's hair...but unlike Taylor, Oak doesn't try to eat his hair. Instead, he pulls on it. General mayhem ensues.
Pharmacy Fun!
Summary:
Onuris finds Neveah in the Pharmacy, trying to kill her brain cells by hitting her forehead off of the pharmacy counter. After being the gentleman he is and getting help for her, he helps her back home.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 11:14 am
Title
Babysitting!
Kishi and Zasalamel
Summary:
Onuris takes Neveah for her second surgery...and they leave all the infants in Zasalamel's charge! Luckily for the Drow, who has no sense of caring for infants, Neveah elisted the help of Kishi! This if both for his sake and...well, his sake. Project get Zah comfortable with girls is still a go!
With Metis and Tyranna asleep, the two ghostlings have their hands full with the deer twins...
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 11:18 am
Title
METAPLOT
What in the Nine Hells...?!
Summary:
The Headquarters falls into the In Between. The place is plunged into general mayhem, panic....and death.
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