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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 11:56 am
  ~More will be added later~
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 6:28 pm
Navigation and Rules
Do not post.
Feel free to read.
No stealing any content, such as my writing, or images I may post here that I specifically state belong to me.
PM me if you want to RP with Kirumachi. *yes that will be her name, and if she's a boy, you'll find out ^.~*
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 6:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 6:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 9:22 pm
Information Name Hopefully, Kirumachi
Hair Unknown
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 9:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 9:31 pm
All posts after this are entries!!! (I posted this to use as a reserve j.i.c.)
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 9:50 pm
01.21.2006.Saturday.
Entry Started At: 12:33 AM
Entry Finished At: 12:48 AM
There is no sound from the night. No sound about the entire place. It's dead quiet... and that is the truth. There were no owls, no mice, no people, no birds... no creatures upon the forest floor. No one in the city, no one in the house... but perhaps this is untrue... perhaps it was so quiet that you could not notice the people in the city... so quiet you could not hear the people in the house... and yet one woman heard it all... she was not oblivious to the sounds of the world and as her light bare feet stepped upon the newly dewed grass you could see the wisdom in her gorgeous sparkling blue eyes. Something had called her out of her bed in the dead of the night and she had come to find it, she kneeled down about the backyard of her home and blinked, eyes narrow. Her gloved fingers trembled as they touched a stone amongst all the wet grass and using both her hands she brought it into her lap. Gently caressing it, she stood up, and holding it close to her chest delicately pattered back into her home. This was the beginning...
Her name, we have learned, is Miss Zaner Rikuo Sakei and for you to understand perhaps we should start at the beginning. To be frank Miss Sakei is not human. She is, as she says, the 'Elite Ninja Fox Mage'. Yes, you heard correctly, she is a ninja, a fox and also... on top of everything... a mage. She is a remarkable woman with more pets then there are letters in the alphabet and on top of that she loves each and every one of them despite the fact that most were found and taken in to care for... even more odd was the fact that most refer to her as mother if not momma or something of the sort. Unfortunately in the prime and ripe beginning of our story... she is not fated to become the stone's parent. Truth be told... she will not even live much longer... and you all shout the same thing: She's merely 22, to die so young is a horror! And wouldn't we know that? Of course we know it... but that is the way the world works and if you can't comprehend it I suggest you do not try to read the rest of this story.
Moving on... the stone Miss Sakei found is one of the esteemed Teyco Birthstones which she recognized immediately at discovery. There was nothing else it could be... and in her short life she'd seen many things and she had recognized and studied many hundreds of pets... but the Teyco was one she knew well, one she longed to have... it was... in a sense... her most sought after... and now she finally had one. The thought brought tears to her as she sat under her covers staring and caressing the stone... she knew that long before it would hatch... long before the child inside would come to know her.... she would be dead... and that mere image... the image of her future Teyco never knowing her, pained her more then her dying body did each day.
So you all continue to ask why her? Why now? Why does this need to be so complicated? If you are asking these things, you most obviously have not read the other sections of this story... and I request you do so... if not all then at least the History of Miss Sakei for that will answer most if not all of your questions...
Now where was I? Oh yes... before I was interupted I had told of how she longed to care for this Teyco child but knew she could not. She had no choice... she would entrust it and all the rest of her many children to her best friend and syndicate sister: Lolabel Skrye. Tomorrow there would be a meeting between them and it would be with great reluctance that Lola would leave to return another day. That was the last time Lola ever saw her friend alive... within a few days... Miss Zaner Rikuo Sakei, the Elite Ninja Fox Mage... would be dead.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 9:47 am
01.25.2006.Wednesday.
Entry Started At: 12:21 PM
Entry Finished At: 12:41 PM
Previously established was the death of Miss Zaner Rikuo Sakei. Perhaps a few days was misjudgement upon anyone for the amazing fox mage had no intentions of dying just yet. Death was growing angry and the storm clouds seemed to prove it.
The day was normal for someone like her. The blossom of magic upon the air made it all seem heavy, thick, perhaps even deadly. A black sort of smog surrounded the external area and the gathering storm clouds of grey and gold seemed eager for a show. No one was bothered by it. Not the mice, not the cats, not the dragons and not the children. No one in the Sakei household seemed to care much, all of them seemed to loll about wondering what perhaps they should do today. This fine day.
Now you see.... Death is a common feared word in the English language. He is also a person, deity or higher ... perhaps lower being, then you would think he was. He was not crude, not ugly and not pretty persay... he just simply... was. His black cloak seemed to be more a part of him then his sunken eternally blue eyes. It wasn't a normal blue like Zan's, it was that deep space blue that you could loose yourself in if you stared too long. Now you look at me and you think, how odd of her to state such a thing... how odd of her to say perhaps so many times... well that is how I am and that is how this story is and like I always say, if you don't like it... don't read it... but trust me... this is a legend in the making and if you don't... you'll deeply regret it. Moving on before your gaze pierces me anymore... I speak of Death with such high regards for he is not a mean deity filled with Malice... no he is not Kind either... he simply is well suited for his job.
It was upon this dreary day that He visited our darling mage and it was with a trembling face she greeted him. The conversation went as follows:
Death: LADY ZANER, IT IS TIME FOR THE END. I AM TIRED OF THESE GAMES.
(Please take note, because Death has ultimate authority of Life and ...Death of course... he speaks in capitals.)
Zaner: These games shall never end Death. Not until I say they end.
Death: (sighs) YOU ARE TROUBLESOME BUT YOU WILL NOT LAST LONGER, YOURE STILL A HUMAN AND WITH ALL MY DAUGHTERS TORMENT YOU WILL SOON GIVE IN. I WILL RETURN THEN... COUNT ON IT.
Zaner: (nods) I shall.
With a burst of smoke Death disappeared and Zan let out a weak sob, burying her face in her hands. The woman with violet hair had been hiding the stone from him, she'd not wanted him to capture it like he had capture back his son Klonoa. The stone was trembling in her lap, it felt her fear.
I look upon her face in the casket, I look upon her gravestone... I see it. The future shows it to me... perhaps readers... perhaps someday I will reveal myself to you... but for now... let it be known that the horror on her face was so terrible that the stone caught it and began to fear. That was the only time it would ever show fear... never again... the small child inside it would be emotionless.... intelligent... but still... she'd never shed a tear... you could almost think of her as a doll... ragged and cute... but lifeless.
((DISCLAIMER: The character of Death, and everything about him is in no way mine. I do not take any credit for him. He belongs to Terry Pratchett and the Discworld series, I merely like the character and include him into my plots. I am in no way stealing him as I take absolutely no credit for him. Thank you.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 8:00 am
02.04.2006.Saturday.
Entry Started At: 10:45 AM
Entry Finished At: 10:59 AM
How the wind howls on these long forsaken nights when my heart beats with a thriving longing to have revealed my person to the wonderous Miss Sakei. It has been two weeks or so since her death and demise and it would seem the new woman of the house hold is a nervous wreck. Try as she might to employ her wonderous manners her timid alchemist form is not enough to command the family.
She goes by the name and title of Chimera Alchemist Lolabel Skrye. To me she is nothing more then a trembling blue mistress of twenty-five. From the distance I watch her but that is not the story I am here to tell. I am here to tell the story of the stone and how it fares in this life anew.
Day by day the blue haired alchemist takes charge in waking all the children, all fourty or so of them and then she preceeds to burn breakfast. The daily routine has become so common in the family that even before dawn breaks and light seeps through the window, most of the children are up and making their own breakfast to fill their bellies.
Then everyone seems to go about the hose in a daze, doing the necessary, going out in a disorganized fashion. The house has lost its shine without the real mistress commanding and it seems it will never return. The woman in charge does her very best but as the moon drops from the sky and the stars twinkle into being, as the shadows overcast the world and overcast the house, it would seem her tiny rulership over this huge household grows smaller and smaller each day. The beating of their hearts are unified in their desire to obey her but their souls are too weak and their minds too preoccupied.
Do they not realize their mortality at this moment? Do they not see that Zaner would've never wanted this reaction? Perhaps a reminder will come, will come to awaken them. I hear tell of the phoenix children talking to and fro of the full moon to come in a few days give or take a week. They say perhaps Yuli, the icy looking feather the alchemist carries, will bring new life into Lola and urge her to take command as Zan once did. I am more concerned with the stone. The feather and the family is not my tale although I tell it well, the story I try to teach is about life and science, and it's all about that stone.
It can hear my subtle voice, the timid scratching of my quill pen on this parchment journal. It pulsates to my scrawling rhythm. Perhaps when Lola feels the pulsating, perhaps she'll pause and look out the window and discover me. Me the divine stalker. Or perhaps she'll pet the stone and keep walking... probably the latter for she is a simple woman, misunderstanding the world and creatures around her. She does not yet realize the prize which Miss Sakei left her, and I wonder if even when it emerges if she ever will.
This entry talks so much about myself and about the family, that is a wrong-doing on my part ... especially because no one shall know my true nature until the time has come. Furthermore the stone does not stop shaking, it is beating and vibrating with a rhythm close to my own writing, and it glows once or twice with a radioactive brightness of the moon. It sense the stalker amongst the trees, it sense the world and it gages them... readying itself for the day upon which it can emerge... the day upon which it can say to the world, 'It's finished. Guardian Relaxation Chair version 1.0.'
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 9:41 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 10:03 pm
03.04.2006.Saturday.
Entry Started At: 12:48 AM
Entry Finished At: 1:01 AM
Ah, how the times flies. Is it not true that when one experiences enjoyment time seems to move faster rather then stop? Of course this is so for I can never be wrong when I am the one speaking. You see, the days have gone so fast and I have been writing so many notes for myself about Zaner, and her child and the next child whom's soul I shall take into my arms. Two of her children will make her all the more likely to come to me. As my fingers caress this delicate stone I feel it's power pulsating beneath my skin, it etches itself into the fiber of my being. It's pityless examining eyes feel me and see me as no one else can. It is alive more then anyone would believe and perhaps more alive then even you can tell. I wonder if it is of any importance...
Zaner. She... I saw a friend of hers the other day. Upon my further examination of the Sakei household (obviously under new management by that alchemist wench) I felt the essence of someone lurking amongst the shadows of the trees. Quickly I placed myself in the higher of the branches from my own spot in the surrounding area. This... this neko... called out to me. He knew I was there... I did not answer for a moment... all held still and silent as I slipped the radioactive stone into it's leather pouch at my waist. Then as quick as a descendng rain of spattered blood I appeared behind the neko boy. I saw in his eyes his nervousness, I knew him well. He was Zaner's real lover, the one she loved essentially and eternally... the one her soul would return to this world for. An urge stormed within my very heart and soul (the little I have left in my vampric being). It was a feeling of hate and remorse... he must die. What good would it do though? Would it give me satisfaction to have his woman crying in my arms when she regained her memories? Did I want to see her tears? No. No. Whether tears of salt or tears of blood, I did not want them on her cheeks. On the day she would return, I would be at her side. On the day she would regain her memories, I would kill her trust for this... Riddle. That was his name, I had remembered her mutterings.
Gently, I took out something from my pocket. This thing, this object, happened to be a book I'd stolen from the mistress' house. It was a leatherbound copy of all her trainings and jutsus and such. This was what he wanted and needed at the moment. I also saw something else... a lust. There was a lust to harm me and to harm himself for his loss of the girl. The sneer on my lips unnerved him as I said quite clearly she was my lover and he would do well to keep away from her. With that I took my leave, the stone jangling at my side. It being my only possession left to remind me of her.
Am I insane? I want to badly to cradle this child, the Teyco which she found. The stone which she herself caressed. When I touch it, I feel nothing but pain and an extreme dullness but when she touched it, when she touched it, her face would light up like the sun and her shimmering blue eyes seemed to glow with the deepness of the sky. She was Heaven in a mortal body (or well, about as mortal as you can call the fox mage). My love for her was immense on moments like these, and all these feelings seemed to disappear the second I looked at the stone. It was not so much they left my memory, but they were sucked from my very being, as if the child in this stone was determined to be emotionless and make everyone around her the same. Peculiar... very... peculiar...
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:42 am
((Notice: This is just a little note for various persons who do not yet know and who enjoy reading other people's journals. My main account is currently experiencing a problem, so obviously... any posts made by .Zan.38. cannot be editted by me. So most of the information in this journal will never change. This does not in any way means I'm giving up my Teyco or asking for a new journal. It simply means that I will posting from this account and if I don't update one of the sections made with .Zan.38. please try to understand that I CANNOT do such a thing. Thank you.))
03.18.2006.Saturday.
Entry Started At: 11:05 AM
Entry Finished At: 11:37 AM
During my various moonlit strolls I grew thirsty for dinner. The dinner of a maiden's blood or that of a gentlemen's. I do not approve of much less then such a delicious thing, for why should I? To what extent do I need to lower myself to eating animals or human food? To the fact and extent that I can indeed stomach it because I am not simply vampire, but elf? Feh. Such logic is what kills people, such logic is the basis for how people act. To be bias against others for what they are? That is blasphemy.
The life of a vampire is never dull, never slow. You would think if you were immortal you would get bored of watching people change around you. It never bores me, I love to watch them squirm and suffer. A sadist you say? Perhaps. Perhaps. I am who I am, accept it or deny it but if it makes you happier then I am half elf. Although this should only frighten you, the normal human, more then before. Being a magical creature as well as being a creature of the damned, that's a forbidden taboo love combination. I am a child of taboo. A forbidden child who is almost as horrifying as Marquis de Sade himself.
On to more important matters though. During my search for a delectable dinner, I had the child stone in my pocket. I couldn't seem to find a place to live and thus had no place to leave it. As if I would abandon Zaner's pride and joy anyway. Sitting in the branches of a tree, I had been caressing the stone again. I loved its life essence. That feeling, that pulsating calming feeling just sends shivers down my body and I wonder if my love, my darling Zan, felt this way. There were voices, my superficial and very effecient hearing detected them slightly a bit away. With a leap from the tree, my delicate landing could barely be heard. One step, two step, three. Soon I found myself in the park, and even sooner feasting on a maiden who's name, she made quite clearly, was Zac. Almost finished with her, he was trying desperately to suck all the blood that was spilling onto his lips and hands. It had been so long since a woman's blood had this kind of effect on this poor vamp elf. Suddenly though, a sound reached my ears, a voice. I had heard it but was angered and immediately let the maiden out of my grasp, and with blood dripping madly and hotly off my lips I turned upon the man I presume might have been the woman's lover. The woman was half-dead but the other was yelling at me, telling to get. And so, with a shrugging uncaring attitude I took myself away from them. I wasn't bothered, that blood was delicious.
I am sure, that this child, who resonates within me nowadays, could feel the feelings. It's a very accute little thing, this stone. The spirit inside even more so. And as I walked back into the woods with my shadowy form, her own form began vibrating warningly and as I took it out, the green stripes flashed threateningly. I wonder what was wrong with her, this wasn't the good feeling of her changing, this was a warning sign.
Suddenly as the woman's blood infused with mine I was brought to my knees. It was a feeling I'd never felt before, I was not used to this at all. That woman was on a serious medication dose and it was not doing well with me. As I fell, the stone tumbled out of my hand's and I convulsed viciously, unable to move. My body shook with such a feeling I did not enjoy. I felt myself going white and I knew I could not move. I knew I had my arms wrapped around my body but I could not feel them. My eyes went blank and I have no memory of what happened afterwards.
The next day I went through what the human's call 'withdrawal'. I assumed, the dosage was so high and so infused with my blood, that now that I couldn't have it, my body wanted it. For the next week I experienced such horrible shaking that I could not understand. At least now, I could hold the stone tight and know I was holding it. Though it sickened me... it sickened me deeply that the stone could feel all of my feelings, and that it's father was brought to his knees by such a humanly disgrace. I remember throwing up things I didn't have, I remember the horroible nightmares that shook my sleep.
Eventually... it all wore off and I was so weak from lack of blood or food that I could barely get up and feed the next day. I allowed myself to eat the human food of a 'hamburger' and allowed myself to stroke the stone. I hated myself right now, and I knew better then to trust such stupid looking woman ever again.
What I just realized as I write this horrific entry of a bad memory... was that the stone warned me. It cared about me and so it warned me. Perhaps the child was not as heartless or emotionless as I suspected... we will see...
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 10:25 am
04.12.2006.Wednesday.
Entry Started At: 1:01 PM
Entry Finished At: 1:23 PM
Ebb and flow. That's what the waters did, that's what they do. And as the moon rose ever higher I could feel myself growing stiff with a need beyond any human comparison. Of course, since I was a vampire it is to be expected... but as I was also an elf... it should be even more noted that elf's are quite in tune with nature. All of this was quite beneficial to me and to my life... I wondered perhaps if the silvery liquid glow the moon gave off... if it would take my pain away. I knew it would not release me from my curse but I continued wishing it would.
There was something coming that was making me think this way, making me write this way. I cannot describe it but I can say it would affect my darling child... the ever glowing, ever beating life force that resided in the stone... unmanifested and visible to all the world as simply something out of the ordinary.
This was the beginning and now it's the middle of my tale. I feel that things are getting closer to how they should be... I feel so many things and none of them soothing... all of them sharp and jagged and there to pierce my soft soul. You laugh at me. I see it. A vampire who kidnapped a stone has a soft soul... the thought makes you fall over in laughter... but your stupidity makes me chuckle... for I am kinder then any god and yet harsher then any satanic warlord. If Marquis de Sade (the creator of Sadism) ever met me, I can promise you he would be shaking in his boots. It's a shame he never did too... I was alive at that time... oh so long ago...
Ah but there is a sound in the trees... and why do I write out everything I think or feel? That is your question. The question which lies deep in your mind... it is because every one of my words possess a sort of magic you cannot comprehend you filthy human...
But more important right now was the sound. It was a sound I knew... but had long since forgotten... the way the leaves rustled and the footsteps ... a smile graced my lips. Have I ever spoke of my long lost fledgeling... well now... he returns to me... I remember our conversation quite well... especially because he brought his own fledgeling to replace me! Me!
"Marsilius... what have you done? Tsk tsk...."
"Nothing worse then you would expect from me Master."
"...Mar...Marsilius...."
The new vampire gave a tug on his master's arm and my former apprentice just put an arm around him and looked at me. "Have you met my beloved? My Klaus...."
And to spite me, he turned and licked the side of Klaus's cheek affectionately. Shivers racked my body... I remembered his touch so well... sure Zaner was the one I loved... but so many years ago..... Marsilius had been my lover... but... unfortunately he had been such a bad apprentice to me. Completely useless...
"I have not." My voice was sharp.
"Ah well then..." He shoved the quivering form of the newly made vamp at me.
Instantly I gripped Klaus's shoulders and scanned his eyes, "You chose this weakling! Hah! You're as stupid as you were all those years ago my dear Marsilius."
"He's an alchemist Ryuu dear... he has figured out the cure for our disease and not only the cure... but our weakness. It seemed only fit to take him along for the ride of immortality." Marsilius's face was calm and it itched at me.
"Let me go." Although Klaus was quivering, his stern voice took me by suprise and slowly I let go... as I did so he rushed back into Marsilius's open arms and I let out a strangled sound against my will...
A sickening grin played on my former love's lips, "You miss the touch don't you? Where's your girlfriend? Still running from you?"
"It's none of your business. I have other matters to attend to. Another day we shall talk..." And without waiting for their answer I took my leave via the shadows... the grins of the vampires etching into my soul.
As I sunk against a tree trunk in dispair of my lost love and my deceased love the stone began to vibrate soothingly and I took it into my hands and caressed it... the child inside knew my weaknesses and my strengths and that night I fell asleep to it's dull drumming.... and a solemn humming...
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 6:03 pm
05.27.2006.Saturday.
Entry Started At: 8:27 PM
Entry Finished At: 8:59 PM
There seems to be a viciousness flowing in my veins. An experimentation to kill in the most painful ways is what I desire. It is the reason my tongue caresses my lips so hungrily after I have devoured yet another meal.
Another pretty girl... it makes me wonder what I will do with the Teyco I am guarding. Will I allow he or she to remain whatever it is? Will this... creature... be strong enough to fend for itself when time comes? Perhaps the connection and bond we have already created is enough to sustain us both...
As I write this, my mind drifts off so wonderously. It lies on sighs and fates, destiny and unhappiness... a life that I lead, a life my Teyco will be thrust into. It does not care, nor do I. It's consent rings in my heart, in my soul.... or ... what little soul I have left. My heart no longers beats and perhaps I do not have one... but it's the meaning of the saying that matters, does it not?
As my lips mouth the words upon this journal parchment, they long to tell of a dragon I have met in my travels... upon my stumbling and slow days I found myself entering a sort of Sanctuary for the Teycos and in this rather decorative building there was a boy. A dragon boy. A purple dragon boy... a purple dragon Teyco boy. Insane he was, he is. Ah but his blood would've looked gorgeous had it splattered everywhere like I had desired.
Taunting and mocking he attacked me, vicious snarling driveling boy with a metal dagger! Hah! It'd have been funnier if he'd tried using silver, which has no affect on these immortal veins. Ah, and he ripped my jacket. Little snot. I got serious when he did that... not to say he posed a threat to me. Elves can move much faster then normal humans, and this dragon boy was barely grown. S'far as I'm concerned.
There is a sound approaching, something I'd rather not deal with at this moment and so for now the entry will end. To be continued another day, hopefully this stone will have grown properly the next time my pen meets this paper.
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