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 Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:18 pm
This is the journal of the demonic brown Pundu Thomas and her watcher. Please be courteous and do not post in here, to keep this thread clean. 
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:22 pm
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
1: Thomas
2: You are here.
3: General info, latest development and friends
4: Items, photos and other things
5: A watcher and Pundu's first impressions.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:24 pm
General Info:
Name: Thomas Despereaux
Age: Child
Profession: None chosen, favoring explorer
Type: Demonic
Likes: Sneaking, narrow caves that extend into larger hidden caverns, underground springs, tattoos, asserting her masculinity, bantering with her watcher, the air after a rainstorm, lightning and thunder, sparring among friends
Dislikes: Insects, especially Cicadas, OH GOD DOES SHE HATE SPIDERS AND CICADAS!! Mold, being made to look foolish, people stronger physically than herself, the way you can never remove all the sand out of your fur on the first try, riptide.
Personality quirks: She absolutely loathes it when people make an issue of pointing out her gender and changing how they act around her based on it, particularly if they try to patronize her by babying her or whatnot. When alone, she's really a quiet and patient pundu, but the presence of others immediately casts up her masculine behavior with the need to prove herself physically capable. It takes time for her to let people through that. Her one friend who she trusted enough to confide in perished in the monster attack.
Latest developments:
Dian: Wait...can this be...? Thomas actually met someone who doesn't make her want to commit assault? It's true!
At the local high school, Thomas met angelic pundus Ivan Aimanes, and his brother, Valenius. Val's pretty sick, so she hasn't had much a chance to speak with him, but she secretly thinks he's kind of cute. ^.~
Thomas: Don't you debase me by saying I think they're cute!
Dian: Oh...? I only said you thought Val was cute. Do you perhaps have a fondness for Ivan as well?
Thomas: Rrrgh!
Friends:
'Tis hard to make friends among demons. However, she has two now, angelic pundus Ivan and Valenius Aimanes. While Ivan is a little obnoxiously charming, he does have an allure Thomas cannot comprehend, and his flirting confuses her greatly. His brother is a little safer for her in that regard, though she doesn't know him very well just yet.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:31 pm
Items, Photos and Other things.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 9:01 pm
First impressions: Of Watcher and Pundu Watcher: Pundu:
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 9:41 pm
Prompt 1st-Most of you are people that have been killed by this monster. It tore you up and ate you. You must now write a journal entry from your point of view that describes how you feel now that you know that it hadn't died, your fears for your Pundu now that it has to deal with the monster, and what you think should be done. Looking back on it now, I realize death hasn't been as painful as I'd always imagined. Actually, I now know I was wrong with my assumptions of what happens after the soul leaves the body. Sure, I'd heard of spirits and such like, but I always thought they were created to be what they were, not that they had once been something else and through an untimely demise somehow transformed into powerful and incoporeal beings. Why not? Where do spirits come from? How are we composed in the first place? What materials, what atoms or molecules are present within that which we know to be spirits? As far as I can tell now, I have no such powers, actually, I can't so much as touch a single thing. Not a blade of grass, not the wind as it passes through me, nor the fluffy brown hair on my Pundu's head. I'm now what is called a watcher, me! Assigned to a young Pundu who probably could not have been further in personality from myself. Disorganized, unfocused, too trained on pushing her physique to take what she wanted, the only thing that ran through for the two of us was her thoughtful demeanor. She has survived, weathered the attack dispite her young age. Poor Thomas, none of this has done anything to encourage her to further her mind. I am unsure how to encourage her to expand her thinking. This thing, the creature that decimated all of our lives, it isn't going to be beaten on brute stregnth alone, because it is too powerful. Pundus are not stones to be bashed against the bolder known as the creature until one of it cracks. But Thomas is resourceful...I've told her to run if things become dire. I...I can't really remember much of the attack, nor much of the creature itself, so i'm not one to provide advice. The best I can do is encourage Thomas to pursue her career and stay strong.
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 8:23 pm
Prompt 2nd-Your pundu is still young, and hasn't really faced death or been introduced to mixed cultures. From your pundus point of view, write what they fear or expect from this whole event, and what they plan to do to help out or save their own skins. What the hell do I need a watcher for? No one has explained this to me, why this stupid...stupid ghost has started following me around! He's tiresome! Early in the morning his nagging wakes me up, his voice follows me like a gnat buzzing in the backround in a 'irritable enough to actively ignore but too loud to fully tune out.' way, and all the other pundus who vaugely pretended to begin to fathom not totally loathing me think i'm a complete wackjob when I start to talk to nothing. None of them are stuck with this annoyance, so why am I so special!? Though...When I was climbing through the caves, he did warn me about the moss patch that loosened the rock I was holding onto. It would have been one nasty fall if he hadn't told me to move in time, so I suppose he's not all bad. Well he's not bad, just annoying, and I can't find the switch to turn him off. Well, that was before that thing came down and tore apart everything. I was hiding in a crevice on the cave ceiling with a diameter no bigger than a barrel. I could hear the carnage below, the screams for help, the enraged battle cries, the wails of the wounded. I heard one of my friends calling for help, and I wanted to yell to her to join me up here, but I was afraid...I was afraid the thing would see her, and come after both of us. Well it saw her, and tufts of her fur was all I could find when I finally crawled down out of the crack in the ceiling. Normal pundus make me feel stupid. I tried going to school, but even the most basic of math equations went right over my head. As much as I loathed their laughter, I hate even more that the demonics never bothered to try and teach us anything above being able to read and write. 'You don't need to know math to punch someone.' or some schlock like that. But maybe if we WERE a little smarter, we wouldn't have gotten so royally beaten by that beast. As far as I can tell though, the winged pundus suffered heavier casualties. It's all such a mess now! Now I hear we're all going to be recruited into some army to fight that thing, and try to kill it, so it never bothers us again. I don't want to be inducted into any army! All the fighting pundus always end up dying! We're all going to be slaughtered. I have so many questions, but my wise and mighty Watcher always falls silent when I ask him what I should do. Isn't he supposed to like know all or see the future or something? No one is really helpful after all. All I ever get is scoffs, sneers, snickering or silence. The rest, as they say, is silence.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 5:32 am
Pundus Child to Teen
Prompt It's summer vacation between elementary school and high school! Please describe what your kid thought about elementary school, and what its favorite subject was. ((While you're at it, tell us why that's its favorite subject!)) What will it miss about elementary school, and what is it looking forward to in highschool? Please also describe the relationship between another Pundu and your Pundu. Hmph. Elementary school wasn't what I'd expected it to be. As I thought though, I was far behind everyone academically, though none of those idiots could hold a candle to me physically. They all laugh at me until they realize i'm no sissy pushover. I almost got expelled for starting fights, but they let me off the hook when I told them how they were taunting me. I still thought most of it was a load of schlock. I mean, when am I really ever going to need to know what layer of the atmosphere clouds are in!? I suppose I liked music the best though, it was always kind of fun, and I can actually do it. It doesn't take too much thinking, a lot of it is kind of instinctive. Plus, everyone's too busy with a piece of bone or reed in their mouthes to even try to laugh. I cussed out one kid with a kazoo, though, that was funny. Still, I have found less and less need for me to actually hurt anyone. I don't think I've drawn blood in weeks. Dian has been trying to teach me the peaks of diplomacy to settle disputes, as well as the value of discipline. I told him we learned all about dicipline when they taught us how to fight, but he argued that because I obviously showed very little impulse control, I clearly hadn't learned how to apply it to the rest of my life. What a jerk, huh? I mean, it's not like I asked him to follow me around. I wonder if I can get him excorsized... Ah hey! He won't stop whining unless I say i'm sorry. So here, to keep him from verbally ripping my ears off; I'm sorry. ...Sorry you poor poltergeist had to get stuck with bitter 'ol me! Getting back to school, I don't think i'll miss that heap at all. No, actually i'm certain i'm not. Dian hopes i'll persue science, or magic. Okay, magic's pretty cool. I always kinda wanted to learn how to patch someone up really perfectly. Of course it hides the incriminating evidence, but it also wipes the smug grins of those stupid nurse's faces. It's like they enjoy seeing us in pain-- that's why they give us those tiny ice packs that almost burn, and are stiff so they don't fit over it properly. I can almost hear 'em giggling when they go into the next room. But, I've only really met two Pundu where I remember their name. D called them friends, but I don't know. Ivan is very charmingly obnoxious, and Valenius was just too sick for me to really talk to him much at all. I got the feeling he didn't want me carrying him to the nurse. (Who could blame him? Old hag.) Ivan is totally protective, or something I guess. In more sucky news, Its been confirmed, my chest is growing. Pretty soon, and I won't be able to pass it off as chest fur anymore. Dian thinks maybe it will help soften me out and make me less agressive, but I say that it will have the same effect as his being dead making him less annoying. He got real mad at that. Oh well. Just gotta take things as they come, and if they end up crappy, well, that's just how things are, right? Some things are just meant to be.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 11:04 pm
Pundus Your little baby is almost all grown up! Wow time flew by! You'd better write down some stuff about its teen years so that you don't forget the good old times! In highschool Pundus have to choose a career to study for. What branch (mental, social, or physical) did your Pundu pick, and which career in it? (Branches and Careers are listed in the main thread on the front page!) Why did it choose it? Also, tell us about one event at school that helped them learn about their career. (Like, for science, they made something explode.) Also describe a romantic relationship with another Pundu that our Pundu had. Or if they had none, describe how your Pundu and You feel about your Pundu's lack of romance. Recently, I found myself having trouble with myself. I'm being unclear-- I've been having trouble with my gender. Increasingly, I've found myself extremely dissatisfied with being a girl...woman. It's not just that i'm tired of guys staring at these two puffs on my chest, although that is part of the problem. I just...It's so very hard to describe. I started by cutting my hair. It was a kind of impulsive act, I know, but now it's...Not cropped, but it hangs closer to my eyes than my jaw now. In the front it kind of does a neat flippy thing, because Dian says I have a cowlick. It kind of bounces up before flopping over. It's fun to play with. Then I started to bind. It hurt like a b***h at first, but i'm getting better at it. When I get it down really good, which I do all the time now, my chest pretty much dissappeares. It's kind of amazing how flat I can go. For some reason, it feels right to me. Like when I was born, my name Thomas was selected for a reason aside from keeping guys from trying to make a sissy of me in the caves, and i'm only now realizing it. I do believe, with every piece of my pundu heart, I wasn't destined to be born a girl. I still wear the same clothes I always have, though because I bind, I have to wear a tank with two straps instead of one, so the binds won't show. The pants though, nothing's happening to them, I love them to bits. Although...My coat got ripped. Tore the bottom all up, so I cut it off to make a vest. Aside from those things little has changed. Just outward appearances, i'm still the pundu I always was. In less...Awkward matters, I'm fully stretching my abilities as an explorer. I realized I have more fun romping around the island than dealing with other people and their problems. I just like to find out about everything about the island we live on, from the beaches to the forests, and eventually perhaps the sea. I've been struck with wanderlust ever since we had to leave the caves, and I don't think anyone could ever force me to live within their confines again. There is just too much about the open sky, and looking out over the horison I would miss far too much. School doesn't have much to offer me. Cartography and maps, information about tectonics, and guids about plants and such. They come in handy, but the teachers themselves have little to offer. I know more about mitosis than where in the woods the bacteria spawn now. With age studying has come easier, and not even Dian has had reason to breathe down my neck. Speaking of breathing on people's necks...Dian...He wants to know if I've fallen in love. No, I havent. Fallen in lust? No. No I haven't. Admired someone intensely? Yes, I suppose so. The closest encounter I've had to romance is Ivan, and I was too young to really make much of a judgement on that. Honestly, I haven't thought too much about it. It all seems terribly complicated to me, and something less rewarding than geographic discovery. ...Dian smiled and told me to just wait. Somehow, that makes me more worried. I'm not going to go delving in the land of romance. If it finds me, it finds me. There really isn't much else I can hope for. Actually, there is a lot I can hope for. The monster, the one who killed Dian, I don't want it to ever wake up. I don't want it to rouse from its terrible slumber and bring ruin to the island I have barely begun to know. I don't want anyone else to die, to leave more guardians needlessly killed before their times, for any more children to be left without parents, evicted from their homes, and forced terrified into a world completely opposite their own. I've thought about how I would have ended up had all this never happened, and I'm glad it has, but I want it to end here. Unfortunately, the time of reckoning is soon upon us.
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