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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 3:50 am
Explosion?
An aura is pulsating around Mirabelle, she looks about to burst with energy. She'll be an angry and horrid child, it'd be a bit funny but relieving if she turned out to be the kindest soul in the world. I don't think it's possible but you know it might be this evil act was just an act... I'm begging hoping and praying she won't give me trouble especially with the other children being as much of a handful as they are. Grow soon Mirabelle the stress you're giving to me is not worth it and I'm sure my other children will gladly take care of you being the handful you are.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:26 am
------Entry 1------ Ugh, that horrific woman is so unorganized. She's ruined this sacred journal... Daddy shall need to punish her when she dies. It'll be good riddance I say. And where is that bratty brother of mine, I'd love to put him out of his misery before he get's into it. Phoenix of Heaven my a**, he's a little brat who will succumb to my every will. Defiant people will be ignored and tortured, followers will be thrown away... no one will stop me... I am Hell's Phoenix. Let me record my story, for although I am evil I'm not stingy when it comes to details on my power.
I was lying dormant in the feather, my soul compacted into it. My father unwanting the world to be clean of such evil until it deserved such a thing. He marked my feather accordingly and soon power welled within the core of me. I was growing, biding my time, until I could come forth and destroy the world like is my destiny. Soon my small feather form could no longer hold the energy. It swirled and swirled around me in a thickening aura, still I did not think I was ready. Then finally the weak feather could no longer hold my soul and it was at that moment that that woman I'm doomed to call my mother realized I was about to burst forth. If she hadn't been a mage I think everyone in a 100 mile radius would've been destroyed. The long and short of it was, I came into being with the force of a nuclear bomb. She managed to barely contain the explosion to a small content and then she passed out. Disgusting woman... then my Daddy came. All dawned in black, looking upon me critcally... that is if a skull could look critical. I'm sure he would've grinned if he could. Carefully he took his scythe and pointed it at my neck and said, FOR EVERY SOUL YOU WILL DESTROY I GRANT YOU THE NECKLACE MARK OF BLOOD. And upon my neck, in pink (because father thought red to be unfitting) blood drops appeared like a choker. Then he ran his scythe along my left leg in a swirling pattern of stars and a number six and all sorts of little squiggles (for lack of better wording). It didn't bleed, and I don't think I bleed anyway. It just turned pink and Daddy went on: AND SO PEOPLE WILL KNOW YOU ARE THE HARBRINGER OF DEATH'S PHOENIX, I BESTOW MY MARK. And with that Death disappeared and looked at my surroundings, ready to destroy the world.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 10:19 pm
------Entry 2------ That brat must die, him and his little boyfriend. Stupid golden plume idiot getting in the way of destiny and messing with my evident triumph. I will win, I'll make him dance like my own little marionette... heh, I'll think I'll use magic to record my life, I don't have time for this wasting piece of s**t. This may only be useful to the few living souls in the future... maybe...
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 6:37 pm
Gently a black feather tipped in pink ink scrawls across this page:------Entry 3------ Lady Mirabelle is getting restless, the two enemies are avoiding each other... the battle is iminent but the time is being bade and it obeys only strictest of servants. The magical waves may bend to her highness and majesty but the clouds do not contain silver linings for the evil of the world. Perhaps the creativity of her complex thoughts makes this journal Shakespearean and hard to understand but understand you shall. Her powers grow, she's slowly testing them on creatures she finds, murdering them in slow torteous ways that she finds amusing. She seems to have many powers that she'd prefer I not say...
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 3:51 pm
The feather continues writing in quick swift cursive that scratches through the page. -----Entry 4----- Falling, falling, the darkness is ever falling as she gets older angrier and more powerful. She glows these days and there is no one to hold her back, no one to keep her from being insane. She's loosing her mind, she has something against the bond between Hikaro and Klonoa. Her hatrad burns in a really black plume flame about her entire body. May Death have mercy on our poor souls, even mine. Oh dear, I fear... I fear... Death is angry... Lady Zaner is averting his wishes despite their deal and it is causing Mirabelle to lash out at Zaner... making her very very sick. She doesn't show it but she's doubling over in pain every so often, coughing black blood. She's dying, her body anyway. Mirabelle gets enjoyment from toying with her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 10:33 am
----Entry 5---- She sits on the roof waiting for the light of the full moon. As she grows older, her body changes to suit the needs of her new powers. Klonoa biding his time with Hikaro stops and fools no one. Things do not stop so much as they go and lives do not live so much as they die. Bella has been killing continiously lately, she is causing havoc. People are cowering in fear, she has met no one worthy of her fighting skills and no one worthy to play with. She scorns Shadda for loosing to the researcher named Sora when Bella herself could so easily kill her.((Please Sora if you read this... these are her thoughts... not mine... *cowers*))
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 10:10 pm
----Entry 6---- My last sane entry. I lie in wait... in the tree... soon to reveal myself to the runt and his boyfriend. Soon the world will lay in my hands.... Zan will die and no one will be left to stop me. This is how things are and this is how they will be. They piss me off you know... everyone pisses me off... showing such kindness... no one shows me that! WHO THE ******** GIVES A DAMN ABOUT ME HUH?! NO ONE! So why the hell should I care for them? That's right... I shouldn't.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 11:16 am
----Entry 7---- Gone. She's gone. Zan is gone and so has Mirabelle... she left, ran away. Leaving me, a mere quill pen, to search for her thoughts. I've found some but they are so confused and scrambled and hurt that it's like the world crashed. I wonder if she'll be okay. I wonder if ... anything will ever be okay... ever again. I doubt it. And I'm just a pen.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:25 am
----Entry 8---- Blood mixed and diluted with tears. I have found master and she is... suicidal to say the least. She's wet and cold, she's hungry and lost... and most importantly she's bleeding to death. Her own red blood stains the path she walks on... stains it.... dilutes it. She is no longer concious of anything... someone find her and bring her home.... she can't die... she's not even an adult yet and she feels this pain? Does anyone care about the broken hearted devils messenger to whom you all previously were willing to show kindness to? I suppose... not.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 10:22 pm
----Entry 9---- Dead. She was so close to it. So close to being dead. Her own Father came to retrieve her but this one girl would not let Death take her and so she was brought here... home... to Lola for healing. She will never be the same. She doesn't know what to do with herself, she's like a calm chicken with it's head cut off. I have no more to say on this matter for Bella herself will write in this journal next time...
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 6:31 pm
----Entry 10---- Etching. Etching. The blood. So red. Her blood, her voice... so red, so calm. Who is she, who is who? Why am I? Why does it need to be this way, can you change it? I am so lost now. I read the posts I used to make and I cringe. I look at myself now and I cringe. Can I ever find the balance? Will you help me? Someone god damnit please help me....
Or...
Let me die.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 10:34 am
----Entry 11---- As I slip and fall, no one catches me... no one reaches out a hand... I shall die... slowly die... this is my fate...
Ah but wait... something... I feel... oh it... can it be?! Mother!? Mother you're back! I feel you... oh mother.... forgive me... forgive me.... forgive my weakness when you were so strong.. oh but... you're back... I can feel you... where are you?! Come back to me... please ... I need you... momma... mom.... please...
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