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 Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 6:16 pm
Dear Diary,
I think...I might be still asleep after the all-you-can-eat at the Pizza Parlor. At the same time, though, I have pinched myself quite a few times, and nothing really seems to be changing.
I've adopted a kid. I don't know what on earth I was thinking, but once I was inside that big facility, it just seemed wrong to leave without her. There was another kid there, too, a green one with huge ears, but the little girl seemed the most...I don't know, innocent? At the time anyway.
From the moment I got her home she was tearing the guest bedroom I'd given her apart, digging her little fingernails into her knees, then biting her fingernails clean off and chewing huge cuts into her arms and tentacles.
She's...angry about something, but I can't tell what; it's like she's missing something and is really really mad about it. She doesn't eat much, even though she looks like she wants to; that could be it, but there's no real way of knowing. The most I get out of her conversation-wise is low grumbling and spiteful comments.
Please, please let her survive through childhood, at least until I find out how to help her!
-Amanae
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:32 pm
Dear Diary,
You know, my perception of the word "disaster" has changed rather dramatically since having two incredibly pissed-off girls dumped on my head. But that's not really what I wanted to mention.
See I figured, since it seems Tierre doesn't speak english, and Nudeln doesn't have the best literacy or numeracy skills, I'd give the whole "home schooling" thing a go. I trundled out that old whiteboard thing mom had given me such a long time ago and wrote A-Z and 1-9 on it.
After an incredibly drawn out explanation of why numbers were different to letters, I managed to force the girls to sing half of the A-B-C song with me. Well, Nudeln did alright, but I think I'm expecting a little too much of Tierre as she seems to be half the age of 'Del. It's impossible to tell though...
-Amanae
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 6:10 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: Wed May 20, 2009 11:36 pm
Dear Diary,
I'm terrified. Simply, purely, utterly terrified. I thought I was afraid when Tierre stung Nudeln for the first time. I thought I was afraid when I first met Tsuki, for Christ's sake. But this...everything pales in comparison to this.
Nudeln has grown.
I don't really know how it happened so suddenly, and where all those darn freckles went, but goddamn it she's bigger now. She's bigger, meaner, smarter and even more destructive. There's still no clue at all as to why she's so full of hatred, even after several double-checks to her file. No Wrath genes, just the same old pair every time I look.
I can't help but think she's angry from the conflicting nature of her genes. I mean, no, they're not exact opposites, but they come pretty darn close. Still no luck when I ask her, however.
Tierre is unimpressed with Nudeln's growth. While she was only a little bigger then her younger sister before, 'Del now towers over the little scorpion-puppy. Tierre has taken a liking to ankle-stinging due to this, and got me once or twice.
Urgh, please...no more kids. I don't know if I can survive.
-Amanae
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