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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:15 am
Welcome to the journal of Rituk, the Fortune Dragon.
Please do not post without Kayakurai's permission.
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquaintances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:26 am
[I totally stole this picture from like, someone's photobucket. <3]
Name: Rituk
Gender: Male
Stage: Undera
Race: Dragon
Personality: Rituk is slowly growing more mature and understanding of the world. His temper can be easily brought forth, but it is clear that he is thinking about things more. Often he is pensive, trying to comprehend things.
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquaintances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:28 am
 Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquaintances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:29 am
Carmaic - Rituk thinks him an interesting fellow, even if he can't quite understand him.
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquaintances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:29 am
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquaintances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:31 am
This is Cecil's bedroom, located in his compact apartment. The apartment is in a rather large, tall building and contains one bathroom, two bedrooms, a small kitchen with an adjoining family room and a tiny dining area. It's perfect for someone who's single like Cecil and he has made it quite to his tastes. Little does he know he's going to have a guest that will soon be occupying his pace full-time.
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquaintances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:32 am
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquaintances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:36 am
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquaintances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:37 am
A windchime Cecilius keeps in his apartment. Rituk loves it because it is shiny.
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquaintances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 5:32 am
Cecilius gazed curiously at the small orb he now held in his hands. He was now sitting on a bench in a park not far from where he had found it... on the side of the road. Sure, he had comtemplated returning it to the side of the road, but there was something odd that had kept him from making the decision. There was also something odd keeping him from going to trun the orb into the police-- but, who did that anyway unless they'd found one million dollars? Well, certainly not Cecilius. The orb he was holding had a certain, surreal warmth to it and was made up of lovely swirling greens, yellows, and oranges. It piqued his curiousity to no end. His final decision was sudden, but not so very impulsive. Cecilius would take this orb home. He had a feeling it wasn't normal and he was going to take it home and find out-- who cared about the consequences at the present time? He moved to stand up from the bench but paused, the orb was shaking! Cecilius cracked a grin as he studied the mist inside of the orb. Interesting. He hadn't seen something this interesting in ages. Very interesting indeed.
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquiantances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 1:37 pm
Dear journal,
I'm not sure as to whether I should confide in you or that orb. The orb seems to react more to my presence... but... well, I think it's best to talk about the orb in writing when the orb's in the other room. Am I going insane now? Well, if I am, it's not as bad as I'd thought it would be. Actually, it's pretty interesting. I could be compared to an old lady and her small pet dog by now even though I've only had the orb for one day. It comes everywhere with me- or... I carry it everywhere. This really does sound crazy, but I've already read a few poems to it. But you don't understand, it likes poems! The only bad thing about insanity is trying to prove that your sane, you know. Yet this glass orb with swirling mists is so curious! I surmise that it is alive. I don't know... perhaps it's an egg of some type? That would explain a bit, but then... does a chicken egg react when you chat with it? Ahh! I don't know! Right now I just feel like scribbling all over this page! But no, I won't. I musn't. I do believe I'll go for a walk in the city now to clear my head. -Cecil
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquiantances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 4:50 am
Dear Journal,
This orb... and it's amazements.. how can I even describe the feeling I get everytime I gaze upon it? Yes, yes, I am convinced there is something inside. I am convinced that this is nowhere near normal. Science hasn't found this one out yet, but I will. I am dumbstruck by it, utterly amazed... especially when it moves. Ah, it's the most lovely thing though. Whatever could it be? I'll ask it sometimes. Yes, I will. I'll ask it and it will just answer with one of those enigmatic little shakes, piquing my curiousity to no end. I figure I should name whatever comes out of this little egg though, what shall I name it? Something does come to mind. Rituk. And so Rituk it shall be. The price of my sanity is well worth it though, or so I believe. - Cecil
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquiantances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 5:08 am
Dear Journal,
The extremeties of my feelings for the orb have taken me on a complete roller coaster. The realization that I'm scared of it hits me hard almost every twenty minutes while I'm at home, trying to type something up on my laptop, but finding it useless. It is only when I go out to roam the city that the comforting balm is on my mind. The weather is so very nice out as of late-- lovely. It's had it's ups and downs, but, as I stated before, most of the time the city proves to be absolutely lovely. I find my refuge in that dense, concrete jungle. It's easier to hide when there are many people around it seems. Now if I truly went out into the wilderness I wouldn't be hiding at all. They notice you there. Well, not in the city. They don't care there. They don't care if I'm mad. - Cecil
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquiantances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 9:37 am
Cecilius rolled back to relax on his bed, allowing his eyes to wander the tasteful, contemperary, and clean room he had designed. It had something of an oriental touch to it, and sometimes it could seem even coldly detached from the rest of the world, but this was one of the rooms Cecilius spent most of him time in and he had grown very comfortable with everything in it. Yet... he allowed his eyes to rest on the restless-looking orb that stood on the same table as his lamp. It seemed to be vibrating pleasantly at the moment and he moved with a languid step as he pulled himself off of his bed to go take the small orb into his hands. Attachment to an inatimate object... he smiled wryly as he reflected that it was slightly like that one movie... what was it? Castaway? With the ball named Wilson. Yet this seemed entirely different. "Rituk." The man whispered. The orb jerked precariously in his hands, as if it knew what it's very 'name' was. Cecil chuckled softly before putting the orb down again and going to get to his work. He was writing a piece about some nature-loving freak and he had to make sure it sounded as if he were admiring before he got into a bad mood and totally dissed the guy. Which... had happened before. He seated himself at his computer desk and promptly began typing.
Intro :: Rituk :: Cecilius :: Rituk's Acquiantances :: Cecilius's Acquaintaces :: Accomadations :: Interactions :: Gallery :: Toybox :: Journal
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 5:50 pm
Dear Journal,
I am feeling... strangely normal. Why not feel normal?, you may ask, but if you've been following along you'd know. Rituk is just another part of my everyday life, and speaking to it is like speaking to a person, with reactions and all. I only wish Rituk could speak back. Sometimes it's frustrating that he can't, but these are just the factors of my life now. I am finding 'regular' normalities highly overrated right now and I haven't really written anything in a day or so, yet I know I must for that is my job. Lierally. Writing can be a bit of a hardship at times, I admit, but I love it when I can. When I can. - Cecil
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