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 Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 9:55 am
  The diary is largely untouched, waiting for its owner to begin using it. The cover's black leather still has the fresh scent of newness, and the metallic adornements glint like fine steel, untarnished. On the first page, on pale yellow paper, a name is written in large, carefully flourished calligraphy. Dante.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 9:55 am
_¨+ News +¨_ 13.07.2011 - Dante's return arrival in the world and into the hands of an unfortunate fortune teller...
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 9:57 am
_¨+ Dante +¨_ Name: Dante Black  Nickname: Dee Gender: Female Species: Fallen Stage: Toddler Height: Average for a todd? << Eyes: Blue. There seems to be some sort of strange property to them that makes Mya's hair stand when Dante looks at her, but what is is she doesn't know. Hair: Blue, always messy. Even when it isn't, it'll quickly get that way. Skin: Tanned, with a greyish tone to it. Style: PolyvorePersonality: Dante's a social antisocial. She likes to be around others to play pranks on them and steal their stuff. Well, it's not stealing, it's borrowing. They should know better than to have it just within arm's reach. The girl doesn't laugh much, unless people have fallen prey to her misdeeds, and even her voice is usually a quiet tone, rather enjoying the silence. All in all, a little greedy thief with a big pride, a bad loser, and a tomboy most capable of hitting someone square in the face... or nuts. Traits:The Good - Aware: Dante's particularly attentive to her surroundings. Her mind tends to naturally multitask on a sense level, absorbing everything like a sponge, not matter how little or small it may be. - Memory: It doesn't matter what it is, if it's the length of an elephant or the hundredth algarism in the pi number... once it's known, it's not forgotten. Ever. - Improvise: Omelettes without eggs. Bomb outta chewing gum. Well, not as radical, but you get the picture. Plans are all fine and dandy... but they tend to go up in flames. Still, that doesn't hinder Dante's path to... whatever she's up to. She'll grumble and groan, but find some other way to accomplish it. - Intense: You give something fo Dante to do, and she'll put all of her heart into it, sometimes to the point of obsession to get it done. Competitions? Easiest way ever to rile her up about something... The Bad - Grudge: You do one bad thing, and Dante won't forget. Worst yet, she won't rest until she's had some form of revenge, regardless of the consequences... - Competition: Worst. Loser. Ever. She doesn't so much hold a grudge against the one who won... she takes it out on herself and gets all moody and irritable because of it. There are many walls going to end up dented on the account of this... - Stubborn: One track mind. Want to change Dante's opinion on something? You better have some good, hard facts... Hobbies:- Stealing: It's more than a hobby, it's a pathological thing. The hobby part is, though, when things suddenly 'poof' in her hands and are interesting enough, she takes a little bit of it, tosses the rest and stashes it in her own little vault... unless they're too small, then there's no helping it, is there? - Tarot: The cards are shiny and with cool pictures. Mya's decks are also the one thing Dante's guardian would murder the Meta over. The message was clear enough though, so she's learning it bit by bit, or, at least, looking at the cool pictures for now... _¨+ The Item +¨_  An extremely sharp and ancient dagger that was given to Mya by a customer one day. He said that the snakes in the hilt gave him the creeps, that they looked to allive, and the dagger was cursed. Upon closer inspection, one could almost make out the hints of blood hidden within the ridges of the handle, betraying a past far murkier than the pristine state of the blade. From Mya's mystical delvings, the only things she got before the dagger mysteriously disappeared from her sight was that it had belonged to a thief... and little more.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:05 am
_¨+ The Parent?? +¨_ Name: Mya BlackGender: Female Age: She doesn't tell, but seems to be around her thirties. Race: Human... -ish. There's something wierd mixed in. Height: 5' 8'' Hair: Sky blue Eyes: Swirlie mix of blue and green Skin: Tanned, towards milk chocolatey Style: Simple and flow-y. Turtleneck, sleeveless tunics and black jeans are her usual attire. Personality: One'd think that a fortune teller had to be quirky to BE one... but Mya is actually a lot saner than the lot, without silly frufrus and a very polite business disposition. Tends to be a bit too distant at times, lost in thoughts of things she's lost and others she wishes for, which tends to create a bit of a mess, when it's not chaos, in her house. There's no lack of good will, and Mya's one of the first to lend a helping hand, but sometimes there is such a thing as excessive honesty and sincerity... Job: Fortune teller. Mya uses Tarot cards for her readings, and only cards. No crystal ball, numbers or voodoo mumble jumble. Cards. Interestingly enough, she doesn't so much make predictions, but instead uses a more insight driven approach that has made her increasingly popular. And busy. People call her to do private sessions many times, to the point where she spends most of her time away from her little shop. Business trips are frequent to. She runs her little thing in a small shop, where she also sells all kinds of esoteric materials... even if she doesn't believe much in more than half her wares... Love?: Those who she's aquainted with and are a bit closer than the usual distant friendship say that there's a love interest somewhere out there for her and that maybe that's the reason Mya's so airheaded at times. No one's seen who it is though, only that it's a he. And nothing else. Past: According to what little tidbits Mya's voluntarily let out, it's nothing worth telling. And it's not relevant to her current life. Or perhaps it is, given her reluctance to speak of it... Other than having been in town for a couple of years and the opening of her little shop, there's nothing else that's been divulged. As far as Mya is concerned, she prefers it this way too.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:06 am
_¨+ Allies and Backstabbed +¨_
Watch your back | Probation | Analyzing | Resource | Partner in crime | Blood is thicker | For you I kill Mya - Mya Moma givez me cookys. Fud is gud. I lyke.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:13 am
_¨+ The Magic +¨_
Powers Eye of the Basilisklvl 1 - Passive - Wherever Dante looks, if it hits a living, senscient being, it has the uncanny knack to make them aware of her gaze. The most sensitive might even feel a shiver run down their back, and animals... well, aren't too keen about it. Small static living elements, like plants and small mushrooms, have their outter layers petrified for around 3 minutes. After that, it flakes away to ash, leaving the organism that was underneath intact... unless someone kicks it. Wonderland Syndromelvl 1 - With a little concentration, Dante feels ease on climbing things that are actually a bit challenging to others. The girl monkeys around a lot, granted, but this is beyond trees and street signs. It's not exactly easy to climb up a full grown, standing adult, but in fact, it's what Dante does. The most disturbing fact though? The Meta, while concentrating on it, feels actually lighter than she really is. Silver Serpentlvl 1 - Snakes peel off their skin when they grow and sport a brand new set of perfect scales underneath, no matter how bad the old ones were damage. Dante can manipulate her skin in a similar way, small cuts and scrapes flaking off as a little silvery cloud of dust. Deeper things may become less deep, but once Dante's flaked something off, she can't repeat it in the same place for a month. Extrasensorylvl 0 Dark Artifactlvl 0 Blood Favorlvl 0 Flightlvl 0 Resistances Poison lvl 1 - Resists the effects of bug bites, the normal kind. No itchiness or swelling. OOC note: /envy <<... Hunger lvl 0 Weaknesses
Reptilian ThermostatDante doesn't do too well under cold temperatures. Like a reptile, her activity levels lower the colder the temperature becomes. No level of focus can get her to fight against it. Winter time is especially bad, obviously. From 15ºC and downward, her reaction time begins to slow down, her eyes start getting heavier, thinking gets hard, and its a continuous spiral until she's basically barely awake. Warmth is the only way to reverse it, obviously. Curiously though, alcohol and jalapeños can be a temporary fix. ExtrasensoryOf course, the more refined Dante's senses are, the worse backlash she recieves. Acute hearing isn't all good stuff; unless Dante finds a way to shield herself, her eardrums are bound to end up bleeding and her head splitting just from hearing people talk. It can be an extremely disabling, painwrecking thing, just as useful as it can be. SHINIES!!! Ha. As simple as it comes. Dante just has an intrinsic attraction to shiny stuff. One that she has a very hard time resisting. No, really. Imagine a giant DO NOT PRESS BUTTON all made of diamond or something like that. Pressing it would destroy the world, but then it'd come off for the taking. Dante'd be all for going at it. That's how bad it is. The more obvious and easy it is to get it, the more powerful the attraction.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:16 am
_¨+ The Gifts
and
the 'Gifts' +¨_  The stash to put all the pilfered stuff in. The instant Dante got home with Mya, she absolutely jumped on it and clang to it with teeth and nails. The fortune teller had no other solution than give it to her.  The tarot deck Mya gave Dante. The only one she could actually part with. It was either that or have her collection vanish under her nose, so it was better to make an itty bitty sacrifice...
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:17 am
_¨+ Life Song +¨_
Revolution Edit
Faces that look familiar
They advertise their illness
On national TV
They speak of love
You tune it up and praise
the little things
You wait for sales and wish
for nothing in between
So you're sitting by the phone,
you're waiting for the call
A casting to the show,
a ticket to the revolution
We won't let you down
Please don't give in
You'll wave a flag
You'll stick a pin
You'll meet the president
And with a little luck
Shake hands with God
So don't give up
All those familiar faces
Fear it ain't worth dying
If there's no one there to see
If there's no one to
You tune it up and praise
the little screen
You hope it can fill all
the holes in between
Like a decoy to the lies,
in line to be surprised
You will be televised
starring in the revolution
We won't let you down
Please don't give in
You'll wave a flag
You'll stick a pin
You'll meet the president
And with a little luck
Shake hands with God
So don't give up
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:19 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:23 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:24 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:28 pm
_¨+ New Day +¨_ Tarot Card of the Day: 9 of Cauldrons - Satisfaction and satiation.
The handwritting is messy, the letters big and a bit blurred... very unladylike. And, the spelling is obviously not the best...Dairi, Yoo aare maine. Mya moma gave eet to me. She's new... an maine too nao. Many tings SHINY on haus. A lot of kards with pictshoores. Dey have meeningz. Dey fun. Mya moma titch me to reed dem. Place is wiurd. Tis all new, so Ai dunno how tis goin to bee. But it has pruttie stuffs and Mya moma fud. Mya moma fud is gud. Mya moma is naice. She gave me tings, laik yoo and a trejoore chest. Ai hug trejoore chest an it hug me. And cards. Mya moma gave me cards wit faeris but nao Ai can't touch oders. She mad if Ai touch oders. So no touchie. She had a pruttie knife tingie. It had snakes. Snakes are pruttie. I put mai finger thur and it poofed. It tingled. Ai laiked it. Ai feel difurent nao. Eyes are itxy. Planties tchanje coler uen Ai look at dem. Tis wiurd. Mya moma is in room nao. Time to sleep, she says. Bai.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 7:15 pm
_¨+ Park Time +¨_ Tarot Card of the Day: 10 of Cauldrons - Home and family.
Here and there, little fingerprints of mud sprinkle the page, and the letters are considerably more rushed looking than the page before, clearly written in a growing hurry towards the end, more spaced and slanted.Diari, Today was a big day! Mya moma and Ai went walkin and eet was fun! She shoued her work to me, her shoppe. Eet has all kainds of cards and purty stoofs. Ai can't take dem though... Ai tried, but Mya moma said Ai can't take dem. Dey for oders. She make maney when selling to oders, so we has hause and fud and everyting. Tis importante. So Ai won't take. Dere was another persun in the shoppe, but she wasn't naice like Mya moma. Her voisse ees all screechy, and she was meen to me cus Ai touched her magazeen and flipped the page. Said Ai "unmarkeded the paige" and went all fussie and stoopid. She's stoopid. Tried hittin me but Mya moma stopped her and yelled. Den we left. Ai put gum on chair as presunt. Suits her rite. Bestest was after. We went to the park! Many kids! Many tings to climb! Many tings people left alone! Ai likeded the swings and the jangle tingie best. High jumps! Sand was itchy, but Ai can make fun tings with eet, like sand in a sammich. Fun faces. Plaid ball too. Took ball and ran. Kids ran too. Kicked ball to kid face. He meen and noisy. And call me bad names. Hope it hurt. Made mud cakes. Dey gud to throw. Day was fun, but eyes hurt nao. Dey sting when I looked at grass and color changed. It looked like stone, and felt like stone, but it kinda broke a bit when I touchie, and it turn back to grass a bit latur. Lotsa funny powder. Ai tried to make drowings, but it all just got stoney. Not much fun. Oh well. Mya moma said eyes are a bit red in the white. I checkeded and tis true. Ai hiding nao. Mya moma ees calling, but Ai dun want bath. Dirt is fun. Makes my skin look like Mya moma's, so Ai want to stay dirty! Dun care about ba______________________ _ _____ _ _ The text ends abruptly, and a broken line continues from the last letter, as well as lines of dirty fingers being dragged across the paper.Ai took bath. Not happy. Bed nao. Bai.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:34 pm
_¨+ For Justice or For Fun +¨_ Tarot Card of the Day: 7 of Swords - stealth and suspicionOngoing.
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