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 Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 3:25 pm
FORGOTTEN DOCUMENT JOURNALS "...ies piteously. She tries to dig out the mud from underneath his head. It's hopeless. Her sharp claws cut through the mud but can't shovel it out. Her own hind feet are beginning to sink through the surface of the mud flat, now churned up and liquefied by the frantic actions of the dinosaurs' feet. She doesn't know what to do. Nothing works. Nothing in her learned experience is helpful; nothing in her instinctive repertoire.
Finally her sense of self-preservation overcomes the pair-bond, and she retreats to a bit of high ground. In ten more minutes the trapped raptor is dead, his body totally submerged in the dark sediment. The female raptor sits stunned for hours - she has just lost the mate she had chosen for life. They had hunted together successfully hundreds of times. They made countless kills without either raptor being injured in the slightest. She doe..."
Birthdate: 04/01/05
Gender: Female
Guardian: Shadow Puppet
Daemon: Instinct
Powers: Unknown
Past Identity: Unknown
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 5:10 pm
Navigation
1. Introduction
2. Navigation
3. About Siiri/Instinct
4. Photo Album
5. Family/Friends/Enemies/Nemesis
6. Gifts? O_o;
7. Rulezorz
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 5:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 5:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 5:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 5:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 5:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 5:21 pm
Entry 1 - The Library Beckons
Shadow released a soft sigh, her eyes falling halfway closed as she meandered down the dimly lit streets. It was still early morning, only god knows why she was up at this hour.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd been up this early, dew was still present on the grass, birds had only just barely begun to awaken for the morning rituals. Why she was up, she didn't know.
And now her path had led her to this strange, but large, building. There were half muddied footprints leading to where she was standing now, and something inside here was telling her to go inside. She didn't know why she had the desire to make her way inside, she just did.
She raised her palm up to whipe the sleep from her eyes, and make sure this wasn't some twisted dream.
"Ah, gah damnit!" She cried. Nope, this wasn't a dream. And now she had something in her eye.
The building, concealed only slightly by the newly budding trees on both sides, holds a balance of strength as well as aged experience. The wooden exterior looks almost exhasted, windows blocked to conceal any activity inside.
Hundreds of feet below the earth of said building, a tired, newly brunette man busies himself with tidying the painted "masterpiece" his daughter created on his office wall while he was turned away for just a moment. Okay, so maybe it was longer than that, but how can a toddler create such images from the top of her head in such a constricted time period, seemingly without hesitation and somehow with an odd determined purpose?
Sighing, Pippin shakes his head, scrubbing the waterbased paint away. At least nothing else is on his agenda for today..
It reminded her, slightly, of some old building from a scary movie of sorts, had it not been daylight she might have been hesitant to approach it. However, seeing as the sun was up over the horizon, Shadow made her way to the doorway.
A creak of the wood beneath her feet only managed to entice her further, and, carefully, she attempted to push open the aged doorway.
Instead of calling out to see if someone was there, she kept quiet, and crept inside, letting her curiousity and instinct get the best of her.
Had this been any other day, she probably would have kept on walking past the building, past the newly budding trees, past the aged doorways. This certainly wasn't the best neighborhood after all. At least.. She wasn't familiar with it, and usually unfamiliar things to her meant bad.
The walls seem to breathe a sigh as soon as the door is opened, trembling gently to accomidate for a visitor. From the lack of lights on inside, and due to the windows blocking out any natural light, the first rooms are fairly dark. Nothing more than the occasional candle or hallway light helps aid the eye to prevent the body from knocking into anything.
A gentle murr erupts from the throat of the second left hallway, often unused as it is. The noises come few and far between, but grow louder after the fourth attempt.
Definately, from the sound of things, it isn't quite human.
Shadow stood there for a moment, letting the herself get used to the area around her, as it seemed to almost be alive just with her presence. It was captivating and strange, and seemed like not a great place to be, but nonetheless, she made her way further into the old building.
She sneezed, dust having caught itself under her nose. Not by anyone's suprise at all, this wasn't exactly the cleanest house on the block.
A few more steps and she paused at the second hallway, listening as it sounded almost like it was speaking to her. "Something's wrong with this place.." She muttered to herself, but for reasons beyond her, she continued her journey further inside. Something was here.. She didn't know what it was but she needed to find it.
Besides the noises and the lack of light, the number of locks doors in this place can be just as intimidating. The hallway beckoning for this visitor has furnature strewn randomly throughout, and if one isn't careful they could easily mistake their next step for what used to be most of an ironing board.
The temperature down this way not-so-slowly rises, giving the already dry atmosphere a suffocating feel to the air. A door just like all of the others, the ninth on the left side of the second hallway, is abnormally hot to the touch..
Finally, after much mental debate, she pushed her way into the crowded hallway, squinting her eyes as best she could to see what exactly was in this hallway. Her hands slipped across each consecutive doorway, but somehow, something told her each one was incorrect.
"Ahh!" She cried, pulling her hand back from the ninth doorway. It's not that the knob burned her, it was just.. way to hot for any normal door. She breathed heavily as the heat in the hallway was almost imbearable and glanced past the door, down the rest of the hallway. Then back the way she had come.
Knock knock. The sound echoed as she rapped her hand on the doorway.
She was curious.. perhaps too curious. Something told her to just go home, something told her to keep moving, and yet something else told her to find out why the room was so damn hot.
Waiting.. that's exactly what was happening. The target, spotted and now cornered.. it'd grin if it had the lips to do so.
A single light flickers above the ninth door, singling it out in this hallway as a surge of electricity decides to stream to this spot directly. Too much of a coincidence that at the exact moment the light turns on, a deafening screech erupts from the direction of behind the door and down. Off the light goes, and ears are met with silence again.
Another light flicker ensures this noise to have a certain truth, lasting only the seconds that the hallway door is illuminated.
Shadow fell back against the opposite wall, covering her ears as quickly as she could manage. By the time her hands reached their destination, though, the sound had already stopped.
She sat tehre, stunned for a moment as she tried to figure out what exactly was possessing this house, and why in GODS name she was there. Why was she STAYING there and getting further into the house? Why, why, why, why...
WHY?
With a snort, she lifted her foot and kicked at the doorway, as if saying 'Don't you EVER do that again'! Stupid house, freaking her out like that.
On cue, the door caves in, crashing down the staircase previously hidden behind it. Or.. so the hunted is made to think. In reality, it is the oldest trick of illusions owned by the hunter, but nothing will let on otherwise.
There is no heat source visible, as one would be made to think a great fire had possessed the door, the way it was back then. No, here is just a staircase, the only light at the bottom of the spiraled thing. The one above the door has long burnt out again, and either side of the hallway now seems more threatening in its uncertainty than the very door that had been hiding screeches moments earlier.
No way but down now, it seems.
Shadow fell foreward, just barely managing to catch herself on the railing of the staircase. How she managed to do so in this lighting would certainly captivate her for days to come, but for now, she just.. had to follow her gut.
After righting herself she peered both ways out of the doorway and only managed to send a shiver down her spine. It was like she was being herded to go farther and farther.
With another shiver she turned and made he way hastily down the staircase. No sense in standing around to get screamed at again, or perhaps burned by some unknown cosmic force.
Just let this morning get over with!
She came to a hault at the very bottom of the staircase... spiral... thing. Directy beneath the light that was once a great distance beneath her.
Waiting only seconds for her to move through the doorway, the real door slams shut with a definate click of a lock. Trapped now, the victim has no other choice but embrace what's to come.
Two large doors, fogged glass with gold engravings the shapes of vines dancing up the sides stand at the bottom. The single lightbulb holds strong, but inside there is much more light, once can definately see. Through the fogged glass rows and rows of books can be noted, but just barely and mostly if you knew what you were looking at. Otherwise, it just looks like stacks of.. something.
Far, far within the walls of this impossibly immense library, Pippin has put April down for her nap and has taken to his almost silent television set. The sound was mostly broken, and he likes to hold to the tradition of a library being a silent place anyway, so it doesn't matter to him that he has to turn it all the way off in order to keep his daughter undisturbed. His feet up and positioned at an angle that he doesn't catch door movements that far off, he isn't able to see anything of anyone entering.
Shadow wrinkled her nose slightly. Had this house been a person, she probably would have smacked it good and hard by now. But there really wasn't a way she could punish a doorway or a lightbulb to really have any effect other than hurting herself.
She gathered her strength and her wits, balled her hands into fists and marched up tot he large double doorway. Without hesitation, she pushed on he knobs, letting her thumbs slip into place in the delicate patterning, and made her way inside. Aside from the dust and smell of old books, it was much more welcoming than the rest of the house.
Her gaze travelled upwards, in an awe inspired way and she shifted off to a row of books on the side, letting her fingers tap against the bindings. This was the last thing she expected to find here... if anything, she expected something more along the lines of doom and firey torment.
Instead she found books.
.. And one book in particular finds her.
Along the spine of the book are small jagged horns, so to speak; they aren't sharp enough to cut, but do scrape enough to draw attention. The entire cover is a faded black, textured in a way to slightly resemble scales. The space for a title is covered by a thick and strongly adhesived material, one that'd probably take forever to tug at without ripping the book apart to find out a title.
Pippin grins to himself at something on screen, giving a quick glance at April to ensure that he hadn't yet woken her up. From habit, and mainly because it was a commerical now, Pippin scans the Library offhandedly for anything out of the ordinary. His eyes lock on Shadow, and immediately he has to bite his lower lip to keep from groaning aloud.
.. Maybe, if he's lucky, he'll be back before the commerical ends? This thought settles as reassuring as he raises slowly in order not to disturb April. A tricky one, she is, always seeming to know where everyone is or something.
Shadow let a hiss pass through her teeth, looking down at her fingers to make sure she didn't cut herself. Her attention, however, was quickly taken away from her hand and focused on the strange book on the shelf.
Carefully, she reached foreward to pry the book from it's resting place on the shelf, making sure not to snag her fingers on one of the odd jagged structures sticking out of it.
She rested the book in her hand and carefully opened it, flipping through the pages. Is this why she was here? To find this scraped up, prehistoric book? Strange it was..
Very strange.. but entrancing!
Pippin ducks out from his cove of an office, the door shutting quietly behind him, though still making a noise. He winces, hoping that was only audible from this side of the wall. Getting April to sleep = worst task ever.
"Ahem." He clears his throat gently, coming into view of the row the latest victim had chosen to wander down. With a quick check - no sort of weapon, good! And they don't look all that dangerous, either.. - Pippin nervously greets this one with one of his signature smiles.
" 'Lo there! Lovely morning for you to drop by," he continues with a heated and strained laugh. Twisting his hand in a gesture toward a slightly uneven table out in the nearest clearing, he takes a good look at the book, trying not to shudder. "No need for alarm, ma'am, but I'll need for you to put that book down on that there table.. I'll explain everything once we get out of earshot of it."
Shadow pulled he book close to her chest, feeling somewhat disconnected. She glanced up at Pippin, still holding fast to the strange peice of literature.
"Eh?" She piped with suprise, she didn't WANT to let go of the book, she'd come all this way through screaming and unbearable heat. Why would she just want to let it go?
"Good morning to you too.. What is this place?" She asked, the book pressed close to her chest. She didn't want to let it go now, she'd found it, amongst all the other books, it was too interesting to just set down. Something that belonged in a museum for sure!.
Pippin raises an eyebrow, his smile turning somewhat more truthful at the curiosity. It's best to show than to explain, he always feels, so he'd do just that.
Advancing a few steps toward her again, he takes a heavy book off the shelf. "It's a Library," he chuckles softly, "if you couldn't already tell. Can't tell you how it got here, or how it's possible it even exists.. or how it manages to prevent outsiders and lure only certain ones."
He knows full well that what he says doesn't make much sense to the latest victim. Curling his fingers around the cover of this dirty, brown and teal book, he holds it at eye level and heaves, attempting to rip the book open. It doesn't budge, nor does a single page loosen. It remains perfectly shut, just as it had when it lay on the shelf.
"You've picked your one book," he explains cheerfully, reaching over and tapping what he can see of her book with his pointer finger. "You can try it for yourself, but first you'll need to put the book down. Then I can sit you down and explain the rest -"
Suddenly remembering something, his eyes jolt down to his watch.
"- and perhaps meet someone who'll make it clearer to you what you've managed to get yourself into."
Shadow, reluctantly, set the book down to the side. There was definately some explaining to do, and if she had to set the book down for a moment to do so, I guess that's what needed to be done.
She offered him a slight nod, as confused as she was, "My name's Shadow, by the way. I.. really don't know how or why I came here, but.. eh.." She stopped and gently brushed back her hair.
"And eh... what do you mean 'what I've managed to get myself into'?" She said, a distinct feeling of regret laying down on her. Oh great~
Pippin gives the smile he likes to show off when he knows something the other person doesn't. Leading her away without an explination, he ducks expertly through the maze of bookshelving units to the office at the rear of the Library.
Holding open the door, he wastes no time. A sideglance at the crib told that April has already woken up, as she's intently peering over the side with large black eyes.
"That there is April," he explains, reaching over to her and messing with her pigtails. "And she came from my book. I can't open up any other book in the Library anymore, and neither can you. That one that you picked - s'yours. The next time you go back to see that book, it won't be a story novel anymore."
April ducks after her father's hand brushes between her black and orange hair, pulling the blanket over her head to pretend she is still, and always was, asleep.
Pippin turns his eyes back to Shadow, his smile much more sincere after the antics of his daughter. "Well, Shadow," he begins to say, pausing briefly. Something is progressing its cold paws up his arm.. His eyes dashing to the eyes in question, Curiosity's own large eyes widen at being caught trying to escape from the crib. He pulls himself into his orange shell, sliding on his belly back down beside his April.
"- Ah yes. The daemons - nearly forgot."
Bringing his arm back to his person, his eyes go back to Shadow. "From what we can tell, they come from an excerpt of the book, just enough to leave you guessing. They keep that much - the rest of the book is always gone. They have those little critters with'm always, but what they are is always up for guessing. All we know is that they've got their name as one of the words from the excerpt, the paper slip they still have with them when you go back and greet them. They're a pair from birth to death, but we don't have a clue where that just might lead them."
Pippin scratches his chin thoughtfully, pausing either for dramatic effect or just to regain his place. "You prolly think I'm nuts right about now, saying my daughter's from a book. But you go back there now, and I'm betting when people ask you where you got yours, they'll think the same thing - that you're nuts about your baby being from a book."
Sighing quietly, he gives a slightly worn smile. "Til the Library gets them, at least," he jokes, laughing tiredly.
Shadow rubbed her hand on the back of her head, trying to make sense of what the strange man was talking about. Certainly she'd seen odd things before, like children popping out of lanterns, rocks, relics, and god only knows what else.
"Wait, wait, wait.. "
She paused for several moments, just letting everything seep in, letting her brow furrow slightly at the strange little turtle like creature. "So what are you telling me? I opened that book.. that scratchy.. leathery... odd book... Now what?" Why was she getting children left and right?
She'd just been lured into purchasing a lantern for Seven, and now some.. screaming... hot... spikey book was luring her too?
Pippin chuckles softly, moving to the side of April's crib to lift her out. The blanket slides off of the toddler, and there is a brief flash of orange as her daemon scurries into hiding within the girl's jacket.
"You're now the guardian to your very own Forgotten Document," he exclaims, resting April against his side in a natural carrying position. Her chubby fingers grasp the closest material of his shirt, her knuckles whitening at how hard she has her hold. "Not so forgotten anymore, anyway, just like April here. The Library chose you particularly, and though we haven't figured out exactly why it picks and choses its victims.."
With his free hand, Pippin pushes his chair out of the way and presses the power button on his small portable television, silently sad he managed to miss the entire program. His remorse is momentary, as he already continues to reach at the door again.
"Of course, it's probably all a bit hard to swallow at once.. I'd understand if you don't believe me yet. Not many do." He seems amused by this as he opens the door, leaning up against it with April latched onto his arm like a leech. "But they always change their mind once they go take a look."
Oblivious to any type of confusion on Shadow's part, Pippin nuzzles his daughter gently with his nose, grinning from ear to ear at the delight of interaction with her. It seems that as he talks next, he aims it at both females in the room, though his tone is babied like he is talking only at the toddler.
"You wanna go meet the new baaaaby?"
New baby.... NEW baby...
..New BABY.. NEW BABY...
Please say it isn't so. Shadow cried mentally. It wouldn't matter if it was the nicest baby ever, it STILL meant another mouth to feed. Another room to furnish. Another diaper to change... shudder.
"Baby?" Shadow squeaked slightly, looking down at April.
...Well... she certainly was a cute one, but then again, mayber her book was cute?
Shadow glanced down at her hand, at the tiny scrapes left on her palm from brushing across the tattered book. Oh boy. What had she gotten herself into now..?
April has her pigtailed head resting against her father's shoulder, but her eyes had been elsewhere. Now, they flicker up at Shadow's face, black and concentrated.
Tightening his hold around April's bottom and legs, Pippin puts on his best pout. "It's not all that bad, Miss! The Library wouldn't pull any ol' person down here if it thought-"
He drifts from that line of thinking. Libraries.. don't think. It's so odd of an explination that Pippin just has to let out a small giggle at the idea before continuing.
"- that you couldn't handle what's waiting for you out on that table. Though, I'd probably go check on it if I were you, before they might decide to clamber right off the wobbly thing."
The office door open with Pippin resting against it, he waits patiently to see if she'll indeed allow her curiosity to take over. Besides, this job's becoming rather fun! No Ciara to punish him immediately means more time to see all the adorable ikkle tykes..
Shadow was just about on the edge of smacking the man with his riddles, and stories about the library, but the child and that... thing she saw earlier, told her there was some truth to what he was saying.
She balled her hands into fists for a few moments and stood there, examining the both of them for a moment, before she groaned heavily.
Great, great, great. Just great.
With that, she pushed her way out of the office, almost on the edge of childish tantrum stomping to where she left the book. She walked hastily across the library floor, only to come to a quick hault upon spotting the table.
Catching immediately on the movement of Shadow arriving, the girl in the place of the book turns her head sharply. Her daemon, a prehistoric looking raptor beast by the name of Instinct, makes a low clicking noise as he advances across the table, but the uneven legs cause the table to rock slowly and he stops dead in his tracks.
Her tail flickering methodically, she moves her right leg just enough to reveal the invaluable excerpt paper poking out from her sock material.
"...ies piteously. She tries to dig out the mud from underneath his head. It's hopeless. Her sharp claws cut through the mud but can't shovel it out.
Her own hind feet are beginning to sink through the surface of the mud flat, now churned up and liquefied by the frantic actions of the dinosaurs' feet. She doesn't know what to do. Nothing works. Nothing in her learned experience is helpful; nothing in her instinctive repertoire.
Finally her sense of self-preservation overcomes the pair-bond, and she retreats to a bit of high ground. In ten more minutes the trapped raptor is dead, his body totally submerged in the dark sediment.
The female raptor sits stunned for hours - she has just lost the mate she had chosen for life. They had hunted together successfully hundreds of times. They made countless kills without either raptor being injured in the slightest. She doe..."
Pippin follows not far behind, but slow enough to have provided Shadow with the first look of her child. He knows the shelves inside and out from his constant patrols, thus he took the more scenic route to the clearing. From the slight loosening of April's grip, he's positive she's seen this interesting new baby Forgotten as well.
".. She's beautiful," he breathes quietly from his spot a fair distance to her left, pleasantly pleased with this one in particular. "And they're all yours now, Miss Shadow."
Shadow twitched slightly, taking a few, rather hesitant, steps towards the table. She tries her best to not look totally freaked out at seeing a small dinosaur on the table next to the child.
Shadow points towards them and looks to the strange man, "That doesn't look like yours." She stopped and gasped, trotting ever closer to the table to inspect the child.
"Oh my god, oh my god, is she bleeding?" She cried, giving a slightly paniced tone, almost squeaky. Not the same tone as before, this was more of a concerned squeak, rather than terrified.
Oh god, she got a bleeding child, why!?
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 9:00 pm
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 9:01 pm
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 4:17 pm
Entry 4 - Experimentation
Siiri chirped (well, as much as a child can chirp) towards her guardian that had Seven pinned to the floor, Seven of course just laughing a the little nips he recieved to his neck. He wasn't exactly doing the best job of baby sitting, but he was keeping the little one's out of harm... though he did allow Instinct to get a taste of Legend blood, whether this was a good or bad thing... well, we'll find out someday no?
What had led to this unusual setting? Well, Seven thought it would be a fine idea to spend the day figuring out exactly what was up with little Siiri, and why she was so... Well... Bloody? It wasn't really blood when you looked closely, but it always appeared that way whenever Seven had glanced at her before. Finally, now that it was his job to watch the kids for the day, he was going to find out exactly why the child was always 'wounded'. Instinct, however, would have none of this, and assuming he was going to injure his little girl, immediately went into defensive mode and took Seven too the floor.
Of course Seven was large enough to just push the beast off, he found it much more interesting and entertaining, to allow him to do what he wanted. Of course now he'd have to bandage up his neck for a little while, but the little raptor's teeth did little more than scratch. Getting bored with this little ordeal, he gently picked up the reptile and set him back down next to Siiri, letting his hand get just a bit too close for her comfort, so she bit down on his hand as a warning.
Seven crinkled his nose. The baby had sharper teeth than the reptile! How interesting. He made a mental note of what had just happened, Don't look to closely at the girl, lizard bites... Keep hands away from girls mouth, she bites... Wounds aren't really wounds, just markings like mine...
He stood up, quickly fetching some bandages from the table, "So! You lil' guys seem hungry! Time for dinner than!" He chimed, wrapping up his hand on the way to the kitchen. Ohohooho what fun.
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