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[dark0messenger.livejournal.com]

This intermission lasted far longer than I had hoped. Seeing that the cast has changed quite dramatically I thought I’d have to re-designate roles. Ah, but what’s this? The star performers are still lingering about? Perfect! How much has the story progressed in my absence? I do hope everyone aspired to make this act a great deal more entertaining than the last. Nevertheless, the succeeding will undoubtedly upstage the former. Before the curtain rises, tell me, should I be highly anticipating what is to come or is an intervention required to liven up your boring little lives?

I see that the Mist has returned. That warms my heart. As your daily lives are infiltrated by the stagnant and tormented souls refusing to flow back into the cycle of life, has anyone taken advantage of the primary use of this ingredient? I have a few recipes that I think quite a bit of you will find useful. Dare anyone seek?


Private to self;

Out of all the welcoming gifts this is my least favorite. Though aesthetically pleasing, it is completely useless to me. Perhaps I should bid it off. I assume the Auction House in Treno is still around. Or maybe I'll add it to my collection - if I can locate my desert palace. It appears to be missing. This is rather strange and unfortunate; if something were to have happened, why, that would be tragic. So many rarities and beautiful pieces of art gone to waste. It'll be like starting all over again.


((ooc: Should note that the Crystal Chalice is in his possession, being 'conveniently' discovered by him upon arrival.))

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[Voice] - It is until you only have four hours total to do it. :<

[recites-always.livejournal.com]

Ah, but is it not She who governs the planet and therefore can set her own destiny? You are Her creation after all.

My intent? Why I have no intent of anything on this planet other than to find a way back to my own. Nothing more and nothing less. I am but a mere foreigner, so it really comes to no surprise that you would not tell me about this world. It seems no one here deem us worthy to know, despite being brought here against our wills.

My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

A shame, really.

[Voice] - bah you can do it

[dark0messenger.livejournal.com]

No. She is our creation.

That is a shame. But in itself a blessing. Do you care whether the beings that inhabit this planet live or die? It isn't your home, so why should you?

[For once, curiosity wins over better judgment.] ...what is that from?

[Voice] - *fails*

[recites-always.livejournal.com]

And how does one create a planet, I wonder?

Ignorance is bliss? I think not. After all, if the people of this world die, then how will I ever return home? And yet I cannot make a home here if I must for sheer fact that I do not belong.

I seem to be damned if I do and damned if I don;t.

What is what from?

[Voice]

[dark0messenger.livejournal.com]

Your existence itself is tragic, then.

[Irritated sigh. He's well aware of this game, having orchestrated it himself many a time before.] Perhaps it is unimportant.

[Voice]

[recites-always.livejournal.com]

So I've noticed.

My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.

Loveless, Act III

[Voice]

[dark0messenger.livejournal.com]

[That may be all he needs to know.]

I intend to inquire further about this at some time, after all, the wandering soul knows no rest.

[Voice]

[recites-always.livejournal.com]

Feel free to do so.

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return.