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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:40 am
.::RP Contest::.Lyndexer's Journal
Starts: Now
Ends: Last day of the Event
Please post all entries in this Thread!
No one really knows what this thing is. Or what the story is behind the mysterious 'Lyndexer' and this fox like creature he found. Here is a spot where you can let your imagination run wild onto the story of this guy. there will be two prompts and anyone can join!
Prompt 1:No one knows who Lyndexer is and how he stumbled across a creature like this. Tell me a tale, of this little guy and how you meet him with your reaction, and your relation. Give him a personality, a history and his adventurous past.
Prompt 2:Write me a letter. A Letter to Lyndexer, the Fox or to yourself! Have it be about the history, what happened, who the fox or lyndexer is. Entry Form[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Fox's name:[/b]
[b]Prompt:[/b]
[b]Entry:[/b]
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:27 pm
Username: antonio3654
Fox's name: Beau
Prompt: 1
Entry:
Beau (short for Beauregard) was a mysterious fox. Always hanging on the outskirts of places because of his strange color, and his wings. If any other human would have found him, he would have been stuffed into a cage in a zoo somewhere in Northern Washington.
But no other human found him. Instead, Lyndexer found him. Upon finding him, he asked the name, even knowing that foxes cant talk. Turning around to walk away, he heard a small voice behind him.
"Beau"
Whipping back around, Lyndexer saw only the fox, and thought maybe it had coughed or such. Starting to turn around again, he saw the fox move his mouth, and heard that same small voice say "Beau"
Stooping down, he looked the fox in the eye and asked "Can you talk?" The fox nodded and licked Lyndexer's face.
Picking Beau up, he carried him to the forest and set him down. The fox glided down to the ground. He was a young fox, but he seemed a lot older than he looked.
"Thanks for that" The fox said in his small voice. "You dont know how hard it is to find you."
Looking at the fox in wonder, his mouth working furiously, but no sound coming out, he finally mouthed "Me?"
The fox nodded.
Still spluttering, Lyndexer mouthed out "Why me?"
The fox shrugged and stated mysteriously "Because it was meant to be"
"But.... But... what am I important for?"
"You are not important, I am your spirit guide, to help you, and take notes of your everyday life. Think of me as your journal."
Thinking this over, Lyndexer thought that it wouldnt be that bad to have a journal. "Have you had any other humans to guide?"
"Yes, I have been a guide to King Arthur, George Washington, and many other great leaders."
"Wow, but how old are you?"
The fox shrugged as if he didnt know.
"Why do you have a Zune?"
"I do not know, I usually come equipped with the 'times' favorite toy. When I was with King Arthur, I had a sword, and with Washington, I had a gun."
Beauregard was an enigma, but as Lyndexer grew up, he was a constant companion, chronicling his life so others could read about it in the future.
Gah, terrible, best I could come up with.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 3:33 pm
Username: Nemuru_Rain
Fox's name: Burton
Prompt: Prompt 1~
Entry: An old man sat by the window in his warm room, the fireplace flickering a bit. He rocked his chair slowly as he lit an old pipe, feeling that his last breaths of life were close. Slowly reaching for his youthful diaries of the past, an intricate golden envelope flew out, the red seal on it quite hard from the old age it has been. It was addressed to him, and the writing was in a pitch black, swirly Old English like text. Oddly enough it seemed that he never remembered receiving such a fancy letter. With haste, he opened it carefully. The date was certainly unreadable, but he was sure it was from the era of his brilliant researching days.... AFTER the war, that is.
Dear Mister Lyndexer, may you read this when you are finally at home outside of your work, or on your way to the Lake District for more research.
Greetings, this is the same so-called 'feral', 'petite', and 'obnoxiously bright coloured pixie-rat' you have crossed in the fields of Dartmoor, Devon precisely ten years ago, writing to you in complaint of your heavy packages of data you have been sending to your fellow researchers. May I remind you that it is I, Burton of the Letter Guard, that has been reassuring your beloved stacks of papers of your bombastic scribblings about 'obnoxiously bright coloured pixie-rats' such as myself.
I do not wish to take all of your precious, bloody time at all, but this is your final notice, and I do not care at all if you are barely reading this about the age close to your death by the fireplace with your young grandchildren running about following after your steps. What a load of bullocks. If such a scenario is true, then let me say that I could have destroyed all your blasted notes on my way from helping you deliver these mass numbers of journals you've written. My wings are small, and I barely have the paws to write. (Please excuse the cursive, I enjoy making my curls a lot after my own studying on human behavior.)
Anyways, straight to the point. Please lighten your load or I will stop delivering your blasted nonsense just so you can earn some small pocket money.
Sincerely yours,
Burton of the 'Obnoxiously Coloured Pixie-Rats'
The old man rubbed his eyes. Those little critters in his childhood were never this... formal, so intimidating. "I must have misjudged them..." He softly mused before taking a sip of tea.
P.S. I hated it when you pulled at my ears when you were only five. You bloody t**t.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:59 pm
Username: Kurluu
Fox's name: Quincy
Prompt: 2
Entry:
Dearest Son of Mine,
I cordially request that you read thoroughly this query of mine.
Since it seems that I am no longer able to provide my services as a guardian I ask for your grace and upmost consideration for this matter. It is my deepest wish that I may entrust this post to you. For this family, if not of blood, is a family of my heart and I desire they be the same to you. It must have come to your knowledge that I am getting on in years and the effects of that is my magic is condensing and the essence of my tangible being is dissipating. I have walked this land for millennia and nothing has enraptured me as much as watching the humans. Even with your ways of avoidance now I do hope you'll come to love them as much as I. A new life has come into play and I think you might like the child.
I will stay with them as long as time allows, which I fear may not be long, so if you do not submit your accordance with my last wish the pact I had made upon myself will be forcibly transferred.
Your loving Father,
AlmeadnMy Beloved Father,
I hope you didn't think I'd be so stupid and unthinking as to not see through your 'query'? This is unbecoming of you to force such an order upon your spawn whom you have not seen for years. I do take stance against that belittlement. Though it is not proper of me to refuse the wish of a dying man, so I will accept this request. I hold no ill will against you my Father, but only harbor such thought towards the humans you love. I will be in wait until I feel the weight of the pact and not a moment sooner will I go near a two-legged menace with nothing less than a fifty foot halberd. I dost apologize for my brash manner but this is how I've been in my life and I pray tell you do understand. I will take your mantle with all the grace I can manage.
Your Son,
Quincy
P.S. I do harbor malevolent feelings for the name bestowed upon me still. >:PDearest Son of Mine,
....Thank you.
Your loving Father,
AlmeadnMy Eternal Father,
I have gone as the pact commands and now stand guardian over this family. It is in all probability that I will not pursue an active role such as you had. Family dog and all, but I must admit that I have no qualms on this group of humans. I have your crystal and wear it close, guarding it with as much affluency as I protect the family you left me.
Those I stand sentinel for get along fine.
Your Son,
Quincy
My Beloved Father,
Not a day goes by that I do not think of how hard it must of been for you to guard them. Though it shames me to admit that even with my protection the father of the mated pair has died. Vincent was an honorable man whom I have had the pleasure of meeting. The wife, Emma, is alive and well along with the child Lyndexer who is now four years of age. To keep them safe in best way possible I have donned a human form. It is marvelous how I have gotten attached to the family in a short span of years. So now I wear the face of a teenaged boy, Lyn's older brother if you will. I interact with the family, helping to keep Emma and Lyndexer afloat in these troubled times. Lyn enjoys having a brother and I take joy in entertaining and the teaching the lad. He has a spark for knowledge.
I hope I am keeping to your wishes and I miss your warm presence on my mind.
Your Son,
Quincy
Dearest Father,
It has been years since I last wrote to you, delivery possible or not. Emma now lives with her sister and Lyn is now off to college. Emma professed that I should follow him there and I couldn't refuse. They know of my true existence from a multiple amount of clues that Lyndexer solved. He is quite the brilliant young man now, and you would be glad of his progress.
I am allotted more time in my form of origin and I did not think being scratched and petted at like a dog was nice, though I am a tad bit embarrassed to admit is is pleasing. Lyn and I have formed a great bond and he makes used of my abilities well for odd-job tasks which I am surprised to find do not bother me. He caters to my whims as well though and we have a comfortable bond.
I am still a youngling of our type, though I am but a half-breed and it amazes me how much a human ages in so little time. In all I have not changed much but Lyn has gone from a clueless child to a well-educated adult. He has the habit of calling me Quin which is it seems, a shortened version of the name I was bestowed with. It is a good nickname and gives myself more liking of my birth name.
All in all I still watch over the family and I am sure that you partake of the knowledge that I still don your crystal close to mine heart.
Your Loving Son,
Quincy
Dearest Father,
I still live with Lyn and don my form of origin more often now as he has become a brilliant researcher and inventor with his own home. He has yet to marry, but he is still young enough to do so if he wishes. Emma has passed away naturally and has been buried 'neath her favored specie of tree, so I am left with only Lyndexer to stand guard over of this family.
I help with his work and enjoy his company as he does mine. It is a comfortable life and I must thank you for entrusting this task to me. I no longer harbor hatred toward humankind but am the right amount of wary. I will stay with this family as long as I live for your memory and mine, father. I see why you had such great enthusiasm for these creatures. Lyn lives comfortably with no flaunting of richness and I must say no ending to prospective wives though it seems he is still caught up by his love of childhood. A girl who moved to France though they promised to meet up again. It is my hope that they meet again soon as she promised or Lyndexer will be severely hurt and that is not something I wish to partake in witnessing.
In other terms I enjoy the merit of this living muchly.
Your Loving Son,
QuincyI hope a series of letters counts.
If not, can this count as under the second prompt?
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 3:10 pm
Username: Kuro-Mizuki.
Fox's name: Alistaire.
Prompt: A letter to someone (2).
Entry:
Dear Freddy,
Go to blazes.
Yours,
Lyn
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Dear Freddy,
All right, perhaps I was mistaken.
Maybe you ARE a self-righteous young p***k.
I hope you fall off a bridge and drown.
Yours,
Lyn
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Dear Frederick,
Fine, I will tell you what happen, you self-absorbed lout. But in return, you must promise to return Alistaire to me at once, else I will be forced to take alternative measures. Stealing my fox is not the most mature thing that you've done in the world when you want to find out its origin. Especially seeing as though he was given to me by my parents, and only a world-class, self-righteous, snotty, conceited...
All right, fine, I am getting off track.
Moving on to the whole bloody reason why I am writing you, then.
Alistaire was a gift; A precious little bundle of joy given to me by my father when I was but a small child for Christmas one year (and you may quit your idiotic yapping now about how sappy I sound; I will sound as sappy as I damn well please, you moronic man you). He was a surprisingly intelligent fox, full of a clever mischief that often got the both of us in trouble at times. I was unsure as to where exactly my father had gotten him from, but I knew that he was a researcher at a certain science facility, and I figured that was where he had found the charming little devil.
As it was, Alistaire and I grew quite close...well, as close as a fox and human can get, you see. He was sincerely one of my best mates, and we took to each other like water and clouds. Always together, whether I was at school, at home, or at work. He and I had learned a way of communicating with one another, and it worked well for us.
However, when I reached the age of seventeen and was forced into attending that horrific boarding school - where I not only met YOU, you insolent cad - but also where I was forced into leaving Alistaire behind, as the school did not allow pets in the dormitories.
It was quite miserable being without him, as you may as well recall. I argued with you countless times about your stubborn idiocy, and you in return would call me a baby and a mama's boy for wanting my little companion back. You would always ask me what was so special about the fox, why I would want such a mangy little pet back. When I showed you that picture of the two of us, you nearly fainted at the color of Alistaire's strange blue fur. Growing up, I had been unaware of the significance of Alistaire's coat, merely thinking that it had been some sort of play on genetics.
After a long degree of time, I was allowed home, where I inquired of my parents the reasons for Alistaire's odd appearance. I discovered that the reason behind his mysterious blue fur happened to be from falling into a vat of ink while he was younger. My father, a researcher of animals at the time, had been unable to use him for the experiment any longer, as the ink had stained his fur, and therefore brought him home and gave him to me, his son. He was given to me with the Zune music player because Father told me that it relaxed him; which it did, quite nicely.
And then you must have gone absolutely batty, or something, because you came in the dead of night and stole my Alistaire away from me just so that you could ask me some rather stupid questions you could have just asked to my face.
You bloody imbecile.
As it was, Alistaire was simply awkward as a kit, and had stumbled and fallen into the vat of ink before he could be caught. Fortunately, however, my father did manage to rescue him before he drowned.
There, I've told you what you want to know. Now give me Alistaire back, please.
Yours,
Lyndexer
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Dear Frederick,
No, I will not give you twenty quid for my own bloody fox back.
Send Alistaire to me, please.
Yours,
Lyndexer
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Dear Freddy,
Thank you for sending Alistaire back in perfect condition.
He says he hates you.
Yours,
Lyn
p.s. Mum says its fine if you come for Christmas. Make sure you bring plenty of gifts.
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