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    Harry Potter Fanfiction- Chapter 1, Part 2

    Continued

    Harry shook with poorly disguised, silent remorse. Guiltily, he stole a glance at Hermione. He had never told her of the events that happened during his last night in the Room of Requirement. Voice cracking, he began his story:
    He had been pacing the halls of the 7th floor corridor, asking for a room to be alone for a bit, where he could release his rage without harming anyone - out of the way of anyone who couldn’t understand his rage. ‘Which would be nobody!’ He added vehemently, but a pale set of doors that blended in with the castle walls had already appeared. Roughly pulling one open, he stormed into the room.
    Throwing himself inside with all the dignity and grace of an irritated lion, he tore down the facade over his face that concealed his emotions. His eyes flashed with the violent snarl on his lips. The Room of Requirement quietly summoned a few pieces of elegant furnishing bidden by his unspoken desire to vent his anger. A lovely couch of dark leather adorned by elegant fastenings was quickly set to flames with a wandless Incendio. Hexes and curses flew from his mouth, all of which wandless, most of which wordless. Harry exploded several desks into tiny bits, set several things on fire, froze a few things before shattering them into smaller pieces, even levitated a king sized bed and threw it across the room, where it smashed into splintered pieces of wood. He never used the same spell twice, as a personal rule. When fighting Death Eaters, one had to be as varied and creative with the hexes as possible.
    Harry’s fury faded and disappeared with the evidence of his rendezvous with the furniture. The splinters of wood and tufts of stuffing vanished without a trace. A moment later, a long couch appeared, but instead of destroying it, The Boy Who Lived fell into the deep cushions and curled onto his side, energy and magical resources effectively spent. In a similar situation in which he was currently in with ‘Mione, he let loose heartbreaking sobs of grief. He missed Sirius. He wanted the parents had never had, and would never get. He hurt for Cedric's unnecessary death. He repeatedly apologized to Cho, who wasn't even here. Harry cried for anyone and everyone who had lost someone in this merciless war, and for everyone who had risked their lives defending him, a helpless boy who stumbled into traps and bad situations because his lack of foresight and caution. He couldn’t believe how anyone would remain his friend, much less follow him into battle, after everything everyone had gone through to protect him.
    A pair of warm, pale arms wrapped around him. He jumped slightly, but did not defend himself. What did it matter if it was an enemy anyway? He was a useless cause to this war. Eyes closed, Harry relinquished himself to whims of a complete stranger, feeling empty and broken. Normally, he would have defended himself, or identified the stranger, but today... He felt as if it didn’t matter. Much to his surprise, the cold tears of the stranger mingled with his own. Quiet and undisturbed, they released their pain together, uncaring if the other would judge or ridicule them in their moment of weakness.
    Much later, Harry woke from a slumber he didn’t remember falling into. Groggily, he became aware of his surroundings. Pale arms were wrapped around his waist, firmly holding him to a hard body laying behind. He nearly jumped off of the couch he was lounging on in shock, but managed to contain himself, if only barely. The reason he was here, sleeping on a couch with someone whose identity was currently unknown in what appeared to be the Room of Requirement with the smell of smoke in the air and trails of salt on his cheeks slammed into him harder than a speeding broom. It would be a good idea to know the stranger who was made aware the secret inhibitions and self doubts of the famous Harry Potter, the Golden Boy Who Lived.
    Harry braced himself for a nasty surprise- fate always found a way to screw him over- and tried to wring his hands in anxiety, finding them intertwined with someone else’s. He looked down. Slender fingers were knotted with his own, belonging to the man whose arms were around his waist. He thought it was a man, at least, the body on his back seemed to square and hard to be a female. Something shiny glinted at him, and Harry squinted to take another look, realizing that his glasses were crooked on his face. There was a ring was in the shape of a snake swallowing its own tail, with small emeralds dotting the snake’s eyes. Slytherin, then. Harry nearly groaned out loud. His eyes traveled along the pale limbs snaked around him. Hair covered the arm thickly, but was nearly unnoticeable due to its extremely pale nature. ‘A patriotic, pale haired slytherin... Oh!’
    Draco Malfoy pulled Harry closer to him in his sleep. Harry nearly recoiled in shock. ‘Merlin’s beard, what deity have I royally pissed off this time?’ Once he woke, Malfoy would probably tell him all about how he could use this as blackmail and force something out of him. Or he wouldn’t even do that, he could just tell the entire Slytherin house that he caught Harry Potter bawling like a baby in the Room of Requirement. Harry could already feel the burn of stares of contempt into his back, and the humiliation that would follow.
    The self-proclaimed future death eater muttered something in his sleep. Harry stopped his mental rant to listen, “bloody guilt complex... poor innocent chair... idiot Gryffindor...” The raven haired boy stopped for a moment and softened. Perhaps, this time, Malfoy wasn’t out to get him. ‘Malfoy didn’t say a word to me in... my moment of weakness - neither did he throw jibes, or make himself known to bask in my humiliation. ’ Harry had hardly been the only one crying, either. Malfoy had also witnessed the wide variety of spells that might be turned on him instead of innocent chairs if he dare cross Harry. He turned to gaze at the pale boy. Thin golden locks framed a face that had lost its usual sneer like a shining halo, accentuated by the pale skin,made somewhat rosy with the memory of tears.
    Draco began to stir, eyes fluttering slightly. Quickly, Harry pretended to sleep, closing his eyes and washing his face of emotion while the other came to terms with his predicament in a similar way Harry had. He felt him tense for a long moment, then finally relax, clearly coming to the same conclusion.
    Later, when they were both honestly awake, they talked. Apologies were exchanged, conclusions reached, and explanations spoken. Draco had simply been walking down the corridor, taking the long way from the Astronomy tower to the dungeons, when the Room of Requirement had simply appeared. He didn’t remember asking for anything, but curiosity, the git, had shoved him inside, only to find Harry Potter throwing hexes and curses like someone had stepped on his tail. Draco had run back to the door (not out of fear, just self preservation, of course) but it had vanished, trapping him inside. Harry didn’t even notice the presence, but luckily, most of the furniture ended up on the other half of the room. No hexes went Draco’s way, so neither did the other boy’s gaze. When The Boy Who Won’t Fucking Die stopped his tirade, and collapsed to the couch, the names murmured under cries of distress stopped him in his tracks. The heir to the Malfoy family and to Voldemort’s reign did something very unusual that day; he risked being cursed to comfort Harry Potter, his school and war rival.

    END OF FLASHBACK

    Harry’s tears slowed and eventually stopped. Hermione was looking at him as if he’d grown a second head and it had started singing Celestina Warbek’s latest album off key.
    “Harry... you trusted that lout? How can you forget six years of torture and betrayal in one evening?” She actually looked worried for his safety.
    “‘Mione, it wasn’t like I was telling him the secrets of the Light side or anything, it was just a tender moment. It wasn’t exactly my best day on the job, either.” He scowled.
    “You need to be more careful,” She thought for a moment before continuing, “That’s why you’re so upset? He went back to his selfish, cockroach self even after you two came to a sort of truce?” He merely nodded. Voices from outside the door started to rise in protest. They were probably angry that they couldn’t enter their dorms yet. It had been a while, after all.
    Hermione quickly turned to Harry and uttered a few quick cleaning spells. When she was satisfied that he looked presentable, she turned from his bed and canceled the hexes on the door.
    “Finite Incantatem.” The girl strode from the dorm with confidence, and answered the boy’s bewildering looks with, “What? Haven’t had a quick shag before?” and sauntered off, leaving whoops in her wake. Harry was quickly bombarded by congratulations and slaps on the back. In truth, he was worried about he would say to Ron.
    ⇜⇜⇜⇜ ⇝⇝⇝⇝

    Draco was a slytherin, a pureblood, and above all else, a Malfoy. None of those qualifications constituted any form of sentimental behavior or public display of emotion or distress of any kind, ever. Yet when Pansy altered the course of his paper ball, thinking she was helping him, to smack Harry in the forehead, his grin faltered. Even more so, when Harry shot back a death glare worthy of You-Know-Who himself, all color faded from his already pale face and dread hovered beyond the edges of his consciousness.
    After the achingly long feast was over and students had begun to take their leave, Draco walked with his usual swagger to erase suspicious to the Gryffindor table. Hardly any had were left, mostly people outside of Harry’s year. Picking up the paper ball from where it had ended up on the table. Uncrumpling it, he reread the words he had written earlier in his neatest scrawl;

    Room of Requirement. 8 o’clock. See you there.
    ~DM


    ‘The bloody gryffindor didn’t have the foresight to even take a closer look at the paper ball, or at my expression, which I’m sure betrayed enough emotion at that moment in time... Dammit! It’s going to take forever to win back his trust.’ He entertained a few different ways of getting back at Pansy, but he knew he couldn’t actually reciprocate. Pansy would recognize his revenge, and know something was wrong and easily trace it back to the only moment he seemed uncomfortable this year. ‘I could, of course, wait an appropriate amount of time, then she probably would have forgotten or wouldn’t see the connection...'
    Draco plotted a nasty retaliation for Pansy as he went down the Hall to the Slytherin dorms in the dungeons.
    ⇜⇜⇜⇜ ⇝⇝⇝⇝


    Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction ever. For once, I wholly and completely welcome- no, encourage- constructive criticism, suggestions, and/or input regarding spelling errors, better syntax, character development, storyline, etc.
    I do not own Harry Potter as in the book series, the movie series, the characters, or the backstory. I am not making any money off of this, and mean no disrespect to the proper owners and/or JK Rowling.
    Last edited by Hiuknowme; 04-07-2013 at 12:10 AM. Reason: WEARS TIGHTS EVERYDAY, DON'T GIVE A D-- WHAT YOU SAY.
    YOUU!

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    can you hear them?

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    the voices?

    the voices of the characters you've killed?

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    ill tell you a secret...

    THEY WHISPER TO ME


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    they sow me beautiful seedlings of stories whispering leaves across asphalt blank as snow fallen in---


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    A conversation I had today with my best friend.

    BEWARE: Uncomfortable content regarding female periods and what results from them! Also, repetitive, explicit language usage You have been warned.

    Sure2HerWord: How the hell do we still manage to be on the same time schedule for our periods? If I am correct, You, -Omitted Name- and I are all on our periods at the same time.
    Sent at 9:38 PM on Sunday
    Sure2HerWord: URGH.
    me: WHAT
    I blame the moon
    I've heard that our periods follow the moon cycle
    Sure2HerWord: Not every females'.
    me: XD
    It's a near new moon tonight
    ^u^
    Chocolate
    Ilovechocolatesomuch
    Sure2HerWord: MY VAGINA HATES ME
    I can't have artifical sweetners any more because the reaction is a fucking UTI.
    me: Is it possible to feel stabs of pain in 6 places at once, in time with each other, in the same region of the body.
    ?
    It shouldn't be.
    Its just not fair.
    I'm sorry.
    Sure2HerWord: sigh I just needed to rant that to someone.
    You were the nearest victim that wouldn't mind too much of this oversharing...
    me: I spologize
    Oh, its okay
    I dont mind
    Sure2HerWord: Oh.
    HEY
    Odd question time.
    me: WAIT
    Sure2HerWord: MMKAY
    me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkSdh5kGxEA
    Sure2HerWord: LOL, I've seen that.
    me: It's amazing.
    Sure2HerWord: YUS.
    me: I think I'm going to post it and tag every male I know
    Wait
    I should wait on that important decision untul my period is finished
    I might have porr judgement today
    Sure2HerWord: Poor judgement? Explain.
    me: I do stupid stuff on my period.
    Like all my inhibitions are released
    I rant and rave and make out and accuse people with no evidence and act like an idiot overall
    So I make a habit of putting off all important decisions until my period is finished
    And my head is clear of pain and/or medication
    Or chocolate induce happiness
    I also talk alot
    I;ve noticed
    I think you have too
    ARE YOU THERE
    Sure2HerWord: YEEEES.
    me: Oh look, she came back
    I was wondering if you disapearededed
    FUCK TOO MANY EDEDED
    Sure2HerWord: Explain your last comment?
    me: I have walls of text
    WALLS
    OF
    TEXT
    I talk too much..
    Sure2HerWord: XD It is okay.
    me: shame on me.
    My fingers need muzzles
    Do they invent that?
    Muzzled fingers?
    Sure2HerWord: I have an odd thing to tell you about that I found earlier...
    me: OH
    Sure2HerWord: AND HAH. NO
    me: Yeah
    What was that odd thing
    You said
    Earlier
    Before i interrupted you
    With youtub
    Youtube is amazing
    But the popups are ridiculous
    They're like
    POP
    and Im like
    FUCK OOOOF!
    Are you there?
    Oh no, shes disappeared again.
    T.T
    Sure2HerWord: Okay, so i was in the shower and I was rinsing off and I look down. Looks like there is a red beta in the tub with me. I lean down and scoop it up with a cup to find that it was my period blood and it was all clumpy and freaking big and fish shaped.
    ._.
    me: Oh
    You know youre period is you uterus lining
    right?
    Sure2HerWord: Yeah. It just freaked me out. XD
    FREAKING FISH SHAPED
    me: O.O
    NO WONDER IT SMELLS LIKE FISH
    FIIISH PERIIOOODDD
    Fishy
    Fishy
    FISH FISH MCBITES
    Sure2HerWord: AND THIS IS WHY I TALK TO YOU.
    me: MCBITES
    Sure2HerWord: YES
    me: FISH FISH MCBITES
    MICBITES
    dun dun dun
    FISHY FISHY
    Oh, damn this medication
    Sure2HerWord: You just made me laugh to hard.
    me: I'm fucking high.
    DAMN THE PAMPRIN
    DOWN TO FISHY HEEELLLLL
    Sure2HerWord: I would imagine so. I am high on UTI meds and other crap to keep me from being so pissed off.
    me: I am so totally posting this convo.
    Sure2HerWord: XD LOL OKAY
    Sent at 9:51 PM on Sunday
    me: I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO COPY AND PASTE

    And later...

    me: You know, my period was nearly 2 weeks late
    xD
    Sure2HerWord: As mine was. ._.
    me: o.o
    Sure2HerWord: O_O
    Last edited by Hiuknowme; 04-08-2013 at 02:57 AM.
    YOUU!

    STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP---

    shhhhhhh......

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    can you hear them?

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    the voices?

    the voices of the characters you've killed?

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    ill tell you a secret...

    THEY WHISPER TO ME


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    they sow me beautiful seedlings of stories whispering leaves across asphalt blank as snow fallen in---


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    Thoughts.

    I'm trying to get past my prejudices and misconceptions for the greater good for a class of people that don't get fair treatment. Before even reading onward, this is just me dealing with the past on a very controversial subject. Not even my most open and accepting friends are ready to even consider this yet. I’m writing about pedophiles.
    NO FLAMES. I’m writing about this to get over something that happened to me in my past, so don’t try to tell me how I don’t understand what I’m talking about unless you know what you’re talking about. If you can’t accept it, don’t read it. Move along, now.


    If you have a special fetish that you can't get off without, you expect that fetish to be fulfilled. And, just like an extremely out of the ordinary fetish, people without said fetish won’t even begin to understand. If you went without sex for thirty, forty years, because a fetish/ preference someone has makes them into something hated and feared, you would snap, too.

    John is a man. He works in an office, likes to mountain climb in his spare time, and has had few steady relationships. He's attempting to figure out why he has such an issue in his nonexistent love life, when it hits him.

    He's not attracted women, or men. He's attracted to boys.

    He’s gone thirty, forty years without so much as a lingering touch or gaze on anyone. Limited porn through shady sources, and absolutely no sexual activity combined with a friend’s bachelor party one evening leaving him staggeringly drunk lead him to do things he wouldn’t normally do. Those actions, of which you can guess, put him in prison for years, and even outside of prison, people will look at him differently for the Rest. Of. His Life. Few understand him, and even fewer will accept his presence.

    Redefining Pedophile: The term 'Pedophile' does not mean 'Child molestor' 'child rapist' or 'online predator'. It's an attraction towards minors, nothing more, and nothing less. Just like 'Ex Convict' doesn't mean 'Natural Killer' 'Self-Proclaimed Sinner' or 'Murderer'. Just like any other attraction, it's simply a preference, similar to homosexuality. Just as being homosexual was worthy of jail in the past, being a pedophile today brings on a world of prejudice and association with the wrong crowd.

    It's a sensitive subject. Children so young can't defend themselves if their counterpart wants to take their relationship to the next level. Children so young aren’t even seen as sexually active until they're older, but once they're older, they're no longer of sexual interest to their older counterpart (its hits me that it's impossible to hold a relationship with someone so young with someone do old, because the younger one will age to maturity faster). Paradox, yes?

    I don’t pity those who prey on the younger generation. I pity those that limit themselves to looking from afar and resign themselves to their situation, like a gay man living in a world of Catholics, or someone practicing ‘witchcraft’ in the dark ages. I ask you to open up your mind a little, and understand something beyond your normal sphere of comprehension. Leave the dusty old box behind and come join the real world, where an idea is a gateway to possibilities, not just a statement to be brushed off because it doesn't fall in the norm.
    YOUU!

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    the voices of the characters you've killed?

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    THEY WHISPER TO ME


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    they sow me beautiful seedlings of stories whispering leaves across asphalt blank as snow fallen in---


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    Thoughts

    A woman is returning home early from a long, tiring day at an office job. Her boyfriend passionately kissing another woman in the guest bedroom is your greeting. Without question, the woman leaves, never to return or accepting the calls of her ex.

    At home, her ex and his twin brother are trapped in an argument. The one the woman saw was her boyfriend's brother, not her boyfriend. The twin doesn't see what he did wrong, pinning the blame on the woman. The boyfriend is furious, and punches his brother squarely in the jaw for such an accusation. The brother falls back, trips over his suitcase on the floor, and tumbles out of the apartment window, tumbling headlong to the street below.

    In jail for murder, the boyfriend has no one. His family has turned on him without asking the circumstance of the accidental killing, and his ex girlfriend thinks he's a cheater. A life is ruined, a life is taken, a heart is broken, and countless others will not walk out of the experience the same. Granted, this is a situation blown out of proportion, but it could happen.

    Moral: Look at something at every angle before deciding on action. Time for me to take my own medicine...
    YOUU!

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    the voices of the characters you've killed?

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    THEY WHISPER TO ME


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    they sow me beautiful seedlings of stories whispering leaves across asphalt blank as snow fallen in---


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    Thoughts

    Let me start off this post by saying that I am *so* sorry. The last few months of school was full of so many final exams, and end of the year tests, both standardized and not, and the first few weeks of summer was spent moving and spending time with family, and helping my disabled grandmother. You can't yell at me for thaaat, right? Please don't kill me. Here, I'll make it up to you with another post. Also, I'm using a new, less decipherable naming system to protect the identity of the people I reference to.

    Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

    I think the meaning of this quote is fairly straightforward. Power inevitably corrupts, if allowed to go unchecked, and the ability to do whatever you want to whoever you want without limitations (absolute power) corrupts even more so. I, myself, have always longed to be in a position of power and make some difference in this monochrome world, but have exempt myself from this psychological law of physics. Of course, I would always know what I was doing. Of course, I wouldn't let the power get to my head. But just like everyone else, I must acknowledge that power corrupts, and even I wouldn't know if I was doing something wrong, should I manage to achieve my long- term goals.

    Before acknowledging that power could corrupt even me, I noticed something that caused me to question my morals. Though I am still young, the handful of relationships I have cautiously entered died once I had my significant other's personality figured out. Upon comparing my various lovers, I could only find one thing they all had in common, without fail. They all had some knowledge, or possessed some useful skill, that was beyond my own abilities, or had some personality quirk I coudln't understand. When I felt I had achieved what they had, what I thought I recognized as attraction died. Now, knowing myself a little bit better, I wasn't actually attracted to them physically or psychologically, but attracted to the thing that made them (somewhere in my odd subconscious) more powerful than I. Andrew had knowledge of space and spacecrafts, and of higher level maths and physics. Max was much more socially capable than I, and absorbed information about the most trivial things. Sam was both mentally and physically stronger than anyone else I know, and has withstood trials that would crumble others. To this day, I admire Sam.

    By contrast, those I call my dearest friends are not divided by power, but by intellect. Anyone I would care to protect has the same intellectual abilities that I do, without the fatal flaw of arrogance so common among those who believe themselves to be infinitely smart. This hardly needs to be said, but I have few true friends. Hence, the concrete division between my work/ academic life and my personal life.

    Back to my original statements... How do you achieve power, without corrupting yourself and those around you in the process? How do you stay in power and still maintain the tried and true morals you used to live with? Is everyone in power already corrupted, and if so, how do we change it?
    YOUU!

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    the voices of the characters you've killed?

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    ill tell you a secret...

    THEY WHISPER TO ME


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    they sow me beautiful seedlings of stories whispering leaves across asphalt blank as snow fallen in---


    SHHHHH!--

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    Pointless Statements

    Pale, bare feet propped on the tan dash in a spot of warm sunlight that sends satisfying tingle all the way up my legs. All the windows down, letting a breeze wander through the car and temper some of the blistering California summer heat. The radio flicks on with a dull crackle, and the beat of a familiar song attacks my ears.

    Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time
    Turning all against one is an art that's hard to teach


    My head and my feet twitch and bob to the beat as my mouth works to gently caress the shape of the words on my tongue. In my mind, the background guitar and bass join together in unsung harmony. All together, I slowly lose awareness of my surroundings, just focusing on the well-traveled road map of syllables, notes, and beats. I'm halfway through the song before I realize we've stopped. My eyes open for a moment to scan my surroundings. As it's only a red light, I close my eyes again and allow myself to drift away on the current of music.

    Slowly outta line and drifting closer in your sights
    So play it out I'm wide awake, it's a scene---

    Tell security we're 'bout to tear this club up
    Bottoms up, bottoms up


    My eyes shoot open and my ears twitch to locate the intruding cacophony of sound. Beside us, also stopped at the red light, is a large black van, playing a totally different genre of music. I hesitate for a moment, testing if I could manage to ignore one and not the other. My attention slingshots between the two songs. Both appear to be at roughly the same volume. I sigh and reach to roll up the window in defeat. My eyes drift to the other car as I grumble about odd music ruining my song, only to meet eyes with the woman in the other car, who appeared to be doing the exact same thing. We stare, eyes joined for a moment, before I break out into a smile, and we burst into gales of laughter. Beside me, my friend accelerates the car at the signal of the green light and shoots me a questioning glance. Smiling, I only shake my head at the odd variety that is life.
    Last edited by Hiuknowme; 07-18-2013 at 04:32 AM. Reason: BOTTOMS UP, BOTTOMS UP!
    YOUU!

    STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP---

    shhhhhhh......

    ..........................

    ......

    ...

    can you hear them?

    .....

    the voices?

    the voices of the characters you've killed?

    ...

    ill tell you a secret...

    THEY WHISPER TO ME


    ....................
    ..........
    ...

    they sow me beautiful seedlings of stories whispering leaves across asphalt blank as snow fallen in---


    SHHHHH!--

    LISTEN!....

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    Dream- July 18th- 19th, 2013

    This is the first night I tried a dream catcher. They say that bad dreams are big enough to get caught in its web, but good dreams slip through easily. I don't know if I can consider this dream a 'nightmare', but it certainly wasn't a walk in the park.

    Warning: Some graphic violence.

    I belonged somewhere. There's a group of people, led by a wise old man, whom I belong to. Every day, we leave the cave to tend to something. We're always busy, you see. Before the incident, my thought process was slow, lulling, and contented. I'm faintly aware that we're traveling in the woods. I perk up slightly, when we reach what appears to be a witch's home. The entire build is leaning one way or another, and is made of dark purple wood with black trim. The door comes to a point. On the side, underneath a bit of roof extending from the side of the house, is a shrine. The entire thing is perfectly circular stone, light gray bricks touching each other in a circle, with what appears to be misty blue liquid in the center. It's slanted towards the entrance of the 'shrine', so as to give the viewer better access. Something about it draws me, and soon, I begin to hear whispers. They're only barely there, and just as I begin to concentrate on hearing one, it fades and is replaced by another in a different pitch. I don't even realize I'm approaching the shrine until someone calls out to me. I turn, but not quickly enough to avoid falling into it like a pensieve. Just before my everything fades to black for a moment, I see that the shrine has changed from misty blue to a shimmery mirror.

    That is the incident. Emerging from blackness, my attention is on high alert. I seem to have landed in the courtyard of a castle. Well, I call it a courtyard, but it's a courtyard without the greenery. The grass has been replaced by dark purple and black stone, and there are gaps in the floor where you could fall into the misty blue-black abyss that surrounds us like a cloud. Ahead, I can see towers and large buildings, with huge geometrical chunks ripped out of it, and in the holes you can see the abyss beyond.

    Something hisses and whizzes past the back of my head. I looked back to see an electrically charged orange cloud. It lands on the floor of the castle instead of my face, and leaves a blackened scorch mark. Instantly, I try to locate the source. As a green spell barely misses me, I'm fairly certain I found it. Ahead, a vague black shape darts to and fro, shooting off spells in my direction. Before I know it, I'm shooting off spells too, like it's second nature to me. The black shape and I enter a beautiful dance of blocking, dodging, firing and maneuvering. Eventually, my opponent makes himself scarce. I am unsure whether or not he ran or I took him down, finally. I don't even know what half the bright flashes of light I let loose were supposed to do.

    More hissing a cackling of magic reaches my ears now that I'm no longer focused on our duel. Around me, my group of people have landed in various points around the castle as well, and are running for their lives. I flex my fingers, realizing that they didn't know how to shoot a spell like I was doing. The next moments are a blur of getting people to safety, fighting for my life, and saving others. Someone is whispering in my ear, and I turn to snap at them that I'm busy, but no one is next to me. No one on the other side either. I remember that what drew me here in the first place were whispers that I couldn't quite catch, and the notion catches my attention enough to distract me, causing a sharp spell to hit my left arm. Not long after that, I hear the whisper again. 'Come away!' The world blacks out once more.

    Instead of waking at the shrine like I would have expected, we landed at the cave at home. Quickly, we organize in a circle. The wise old man stands on a pedestal, and proceeds to insult me and declare that I'm evil. After all, why else did I drag them to the Shrine? And how did I start firing off spells, when they were previously an unknown magic? Evidently, I nearly killed all of them today. Sarcastic retorts make its way from my lips before I can stop them with rational thinking. Out loud, I say, "Alright, so next time some crazy being we've never seen before is attacking you with magic, I'll go ahead and leave you to your own devices, since I'm evil and all, and evil people are only out to save their own skin." Around me, some people shift uncomfortably, doubtlessly remembering that I saved their asses not ten minutes ago, but no one speaks in my defense. Quickly, I shut out the pain of being shunned and alone, in favor of sticking to my sarcasm, which were now restrained to my mind. Wordlessly, the group starts to head inside. I am last, and as I move to head into the door as well, the metal circle slams abruptly, nearly taking off my nose. Perhaps now, I should describe the scene for you. The cave we stay in it hidden under an overhang at the base of a mountain. The overhang forms a sort of rectangle a couple of feet above the ground, and if you slide into the gap, the dirt has been cleared away to accommodate much taller people. Straight ahead, there is a metal circle, like the ones you see on high-security vaults in the movies. That's the door. On either side, there is a messy roundish rectangle full of glass and lit by the warm light of a candle. Both windows show someone I 'nearly killed' today, laughing warmly. I turn away from the scene and face the clouds outside. I sleep out there, cold and wet from the rain. ((Here, I step out of the dream for a moment to pull on the blanket that's slipped off in my sleep. Too late, though. Even if I'm perfectly warm outside the dream, being freezing cold has already become a pattern within it.))

    The next morning, it seems to be a typical day. Today, we take our two dogs hunting, a golden lab named Houston, and a chocolate lab named Molly. ((In actuality, these are my neighbor's dogs, who I spent the evening with. I don't know how they ended up in my dream.)) I listen to the wind as the group spreads out to check traps and shoot what they can. I don't help them hunt, since they probably wouldn't feed me anyway- I'm a terrible, evil, creature after all- but I do watch them, and observe my surroundings. The air is crisp, the sky clear, and the trees are all evergreen. I think that suggests a high elevation in a cold climate, but I'm not sure. At the moment, I'm sitting in a tree while someone checks their rabbit trap. They can't understand why they didn't catch anything. A few biting sarcastic jibes at his technique, and he's telling me to do it myself. His round face flushes in anger, and his mustache twitches downward with his frown. It's an amusing sight. I'm not exactly sure what I do, or how I do it, but I feel the tingle of energy in the air as I work my magic. Soon, a brown rabbit hops out of the nearby bushes and neatly steps into the trap. The spell releases with an irritable crackle, and I savor the electric feeling of magic in the air. The man who was doubting me earlier now looks on in wonder at the rabbit I brought him. Going for theatricality, I nimbly slide out of my spot high in the tree, and land on my feet gracefully. "You're welcome." is all I say, as I walk away and flip my hair behind my back.

    The rest of the evening I spend with Molly the dog. We creep around in the bushes, watching everyone else's work, and subtly influencing it. A well timed snap at the air from Molly brings a rabbit out of the bushes, right at someone's feet. A subtle shift in the wind ensures that an arrow makes its mark. Small things, really, but it had its effect. Our group met again in a clearing, everyone marveling at their abundance of kill. People are in high spirits now, which means it's time to make my move.

    As per usual, we roast our kill in large spits over several different fires. The largest in the center is currently holding a deer and two small rabbits. It's also the fire that the wise old man is seated. Nonchalantly, but directly in the old man's view, I move forward to collect some meat for myself. Just as I predicted, the old man barks at me to back away, loud enough for nearly everyone to at least glance in our direction. I raise both hands in a silent signal of defeat, and move back to sit away from the crowd. Molly gets up to follow me to my seclusion, which I hadn't counted on, but works well anyway. The others have gone from merry cheer to subdued murmurs. Several people, those who noticed my help today, glance towards me uneasily. The wise old man might think he's protecting his people, but his people wonder about his morality in the process. The seeds of doubt have been sown, and it will merely take some well placed action and reaction to get me back in the circle. The fact that Molly, a dog most distrustful of strangers, followed me when I left shall play in my favor as well. I sit against a tree looking slightly sorrowful and shameful, but I'm grinning on the inside.

    We make our way home that night, and I'm still left outside in the cold, even if it isn't raining. This time, Molly sticks with me. I'm wondering if this is going to become a usual thing.

    Our group moves out early the next morning. Mist hangs in the air without a sun to vanish it. We move through woods on a more southern route, with more leaves painting the ground. Eventually, we arrive at our destination. Two fences, fifteen feet tall at least, converge and leave only a thin pathway. Most worms through, but some simply climb over. Something catches my eye behind me, and I leave the group to check it out.

    I move around a tree to see... only Molly. She's staring at me intently, deliberately. I shake off the uneasiness of having an animal stare lasers into your soul, and turn to leave, but just as I was leaving, Molly moves forward. Only a moment later, her legs and torso lengthen, fur fades, and her shoulders pull back and move upwards. Standing in front of me now, is Chewbacca, not my dog Molly. I stare for only a moment, before shaking my head a moving away. After all, I've seen stranger things happen. The crunching of leaves behind me says that she's- he's?- still following me, even after her 'metamorphosis.'

    Ahead of me, it's... silent, almost. It seems like our feet on the leaves is the only quiver in the air. I don't even hear the woods or birds anymore. I tred carefully, walking forward between the two fences slowly. Just past my nose, and icy cold followed by a black shape flies past, and then I'm aware of why it's silent. All around, my people are held, wrapped in cloth from the people dressed in black behind them, pressing wandpoints into their throats. ((Anyone think this scene is familiar? Brownie points on who can guess where my subconscious picked this scene up from.)) I throw a spell into the air, and battle begins.

    Just like the battle near the beginning of this dream, everything is a blur of protecting, defending, attacking, and capturing. I remember throwing someone out of the way of a bright flash. Blue eyes and dirty brown hair fly past and stares at me open mouthed as I duel the person who nearly killed him. A moment later, I'm flying past and shoved to the ground, as a dull spark of red flies near my left ear from behind. I can only spare the boy a glance to record his identity, and I'm off again. It had been the same one I saved earlier. Not long after that, the boy twisted his hand in just the right direction, and a cloud of purple flew from his palm and slammed bodily into an enemy. My eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, but I'm soon grinning. This is an exciting development. I get so distracted by it, in fact, that I narrowly dodge a curse flying just under my chin. Eventually, my opponents blast holes into the ground, leading to the abyss like the one surrounding the castle, and ever familiar shifting shape of black, purple, and blue, and flee through those holes. Slowly, the close up behind them, shining with gold around the edges until they close completely.

    Everyone simply goes back to gardening like nothing happened. In front of me, a sort of cylinder sticks out of the ground. It's roughly eight or nine feet tall on one side, but brushes the ground on the other, descending and ascending smoothly. The ground around the stone circle raises to frame the crisp stone, but within the circle remains flat, and makes a place to observe the complex runes and symbols on inside of the the grey brick. Dotted everywhere are potted plants, well- trimmed bushes, carefully grooms trees and flowers, tastefully placed around the stone circle. Our group is watering, trimming, rearranging, weeding... At this point, my perspective shifts a bit. We aren't a random group of people living off the land, we're more like a group that tends to a reservation and keeps it usable for both humans and animals. I sit and watch on the side, and quickly grow bored. Gardening has never been my... strong suit.

    Wordlessly and in unison, the group finishes their work, and moves out. I stay, on instinct. After the last of them have dissapeared behind the last fenceline, I hear something strange. A whispering voice in my head, smooth as silk and soft. Though I probably shouldn't trust voices in my head, I instantly trust hers. 'I have a task for you. The others, they have the right idea to tend to my shrine, but they are wrong. I look to the plants and trees in confusion. 'You must water the stone itself, not tend to the plants around it. The stone must grow roots into the soil if it is to work properly.' That was definately the strangest part of my dream, but I didn't even have second thoughts or slightest doubts as I did exactly as she asked and watered the stone. Below me, I could hear a great rumbling, as if it were really growing roots as she said. As I finish, my own thoughts whisper goddess to me, as if putting a name to a voice. And then I am on my way, leaving the watering can where I found it.

    By running, I manage to catch up with the group before the reach our home. Their home, rather, since I sleep outside. They march in single file, and I feel like an outsider more than ever since Molly/ Chewbacca had disappeared earlier, and would not be joining me this night. I turn and sit down, facing away from the door even before it shuts in my face. I hear it slam, and jump a foot in the air when I hear someone settle beside me. Turning to look, I see a Hobbit with dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I've not had the chance to really observe myself or anyone else up close in this dream, and I wonder if we're all Hobbits. The hobbit smiles at me and extends his hand to shake. I shake it, but still eye him questioningly. He says, "They're all idiots. I'd prefer to be outside than stand by a bunch of morons." Now, I recognize him and slap a personality to his face. He's the troublemaker, prankster, and witty sarcasm man. I'm surprised, but I don't say anything beyond and heartfelt thank-you. We lay close to eachother, and I sense that this is how they keep warm even inside the house.

    As I fall asleep in the dream, I wake in RL, to find myself completely wrapped and tangled in the blankets, and an arm stretched over the pillow beside me. It's still early, so I simply go back close my eyes again to catch some actual sleep.
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    Dream- July 25th- July 26th, 2013

    This is what I get for reading Snarry before bed. Some mature content... Sort of. It's just a bit fluffy, really.

    A large, ornate mansion sits on top of a green hill. The moon is a crescent, positioned high in the sky and lighting the castle of a home with pale, monochrome light. The star aren't out, so it's safe to assume that we aren't too far from a city. Around the estate, smaller, more urban homes fall in parallel lines on the street, but pale in comparison to the enormous home.

    Inside, I, Omlyt (Previously known as Sure2HerWord), Doryu, and other roleplayers I had the honor of befriending before I knew the WTF universe existed, seem to be preparing for bed. I'm uneasy as I step into my room, to the point that I barely look around to register the cream colors. Omlyt steps in for a minute for a bit of conversation, but it soon becomes apparent that I'm not up to the menial social activity, and she leaves. Doryu pops her head in to say goodnight, before disappearing as well. All the while, I sit on the windowsill, scouring the sky for the familiar specs of light that bring me so much comfort by simply existing, and doing nothing more. Few things satisfy me more that stargazing.

    Finally, I seem to make my mind about something. A moment later, the light turns off in my room, and I slip out of the window in search of the stars that are hiding from the blaring city lights. I slip among the shadows behind carefully trimmed bushes and groomed hedges. Finding shadows within shadows, hiding from a foreboding unknown, I slink down the street in search of darkness only penetrable by natural pinpoints of light that mark the night sky like mother nature's lovebites on father sky.

    I find a forest. It takes me longer to navigate its lush terrain, but it's worth it as I reach a clearing and stare upwards. Unfortunately, the peace lasts only a moment before I hear a rustle out of the bushes somewhere. I turn and watch in surprise as Severus Snape steps out from behind some tree. His pale skin glows in the moonlight in stark contrast to his raven- dark hair and eyes. Eyes that are staring me down intensley. I balk in response to his mere presence, shiver when he speaks to me in a tone that simply radiates distaste and carefully hidden anger. "Mr. Potter. Surely you are aware that the Forbidden Forest is just that; Forbidden? Ten points from Gryffindor for being out after curfew. Thirty points for being in a forbidden region of Hogwarts grounds. He almost looks like he's finished for a moment, but he continues, "Being the oh- so worshipped Gryffindor Golden boy does not exempt you from the rules, and I implore you to keep the fame and attention of your adoring fans from going to your head." He sneers at me, before beckoning me to follow him- presumably back to Hogwarts. I don't even question the odd direction this dream has gone, or the odd fact of being referred to as a boy, while still feeling quite like a female.

    When we finally arrive at 'Hogwarts'... It doesn't look very much like Hogwarts. The room I'm in right now somewhat resembles the Great Hall, with the Head Table and everything, but only if someone turned Hogwarts into a functional waterpark. No one even blinked twice at the tile and ceramic architecture, the pale blue water rushing and smoothly falling over everything in the room. The area where the Slytherin table would be is where I was guided to, but it wasn't a table at all. A huge slide, at least six or seven feet wide with sides that blocked the view of all the other tables, except for the Head table in front of us. A handful of students were sprinkled around me. They sneered at me like a proper Slytherin scolding one of its own for being late, then turned to the Head table. Every student was in a strange, crab-like position to avoid being swept along in the water on what appears to be, for all intents and purposes, a giant waterslide. Clearly, Proffessor McGonnagal is giving a speech, but I've practically tuned her out in favor of examining my surroundings.

    Suddenly, like a flash flood, the waters begin rising. It becoms harder to stay in one place and not get lost among the moving, shifting mounds of chlorinated water. Ahead of me, students have already been swept away in the flood. Some appeared to be riding the current, while others dipped and splashed in the water, perhaps drowning. I've nearly drowned to death twice in my life, both times in a giant pool at a waterpark. I was terrified. Swiftly, a torrent of water swept me into the thrashing current below, and I'm off into my nightmare.

    Gasping breaths taken when I feel my face break the water. Legs and arms making whirlwinds in the water. Desperate the get air. Lungs burning, nose stinging from the chemicals in the water, heart racing from the panic running 100 mph in my veins. When your adrenaline is pumping like that, you can focus on only keeping yourself alive. You're only aware of what happens between this moment and the next, brain kicked into hyper drive yet unable to think beyond right now, because right now could be your last moment to breathe. I don't know where I am, who I am, just where the next blast of water is going to hit, and my legs and arms desperately trying to keep my very un-buoyant body from sinking into the deep blue depths below me.

    Just as quickly as it began, my battle with the elements is over. It takes me a moment to fall out of my near- death adrenaline high and take in my surroundings, but when I do, I'm being protectively cradled by Severus Snape. (He still thinks I'm Harry Potter. How I'm Harry Potter in SLYTHERIN, I have no idea, but that might be why he saved me instead of letting my -arrogant/ inconsiderate, famous/ just like his bloody father/ other insult worthy of the Half Blood Prince- ass drown.)

    I stand unsteadily, leaning heavily on him for support. It's surreal, curled close to him and his batlike stance, watching the world wash away beneath me, like a God watching the happenings of the mortal world below. I begin to feel detached, slightly sorrowful, and very, very weary, watching the water wash away everything around me. Apathetic, indifferent, bored, the dream ends in a swirl of darkness like rising from a pensieve.
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    the voices of the characters you've killed?

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    ill tell you a secret...

    THEY WHISPER TO ME


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    they sow me beautiful seedlings of stories whispering leaves across asphalt blank as snow fallen in---


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    I have news! Read me!

    This summer, I spent most of my time out- of- state, visiting family. Imagine my surprise when I came home to find a letter made of fancy parchment stuck to the fridge, inviting me to come study in Britain, Wales, Scotland, and Ireland next year, for a flat fee of $8,000. Our family owns a small business in the entertainment industry, as well as three school aged kids, so we obviously can't afford to simply pull that kind of money out of thin air. Right now would be a good time to mention that another of our own, Omlyt (Previously known as Sure2HerWord) received the same letter, for the same places, for the same price. To help pay the fee, we will be making comic books, writing stories, and drawing new art as much as possible to sell and encourage donations to make our $16,000 goal.

    I am not asking for donations, not in the least. What I would like the roleplayers to WTF to help us with is what we're all good at in the first place: coming up with new ideas. If you have a funny scenario in mind to add to our comic books, shoot us a message and we'll include your (user)name in the Thank- you's. When I start posting chapter of my short story, I want all of you hard-ass critics to come harass me into making it better and shoot me ideas for character development and plot twists. If you have an idea to help us earn money, don't hesitate to tell me. All support is appreciated as we work to further our education.

    Now that that is out of the way, I'll focus on my favorite part. I originally intended for this story plan to be applied to a fanfiction, but in light of recent events, I'd rather start working on a short story of my own creation, so I can legally make money off of it and not insult JK Rowling. It will be an action- adventure book, based around the stories of the Seelie and Unseelie fairies. No, no delicate fairy wings and pint sized little humans here. My upcoming book will be full of ass kicking, magic using, evil fighting creatures with complex personalities and more than just a little bit of deceit and manipulation. I'll be posting the raw, unedited chapters here, and edit them privately for the market.

    Questions? Comments? Suggestions? PM me here, or email me at TheRightHandedWriter@Gmail.com. I encourage you to speak your mind.
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    Poetry

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    Sun dazzling smiles of acres of white canvas,

    Pulled at the edges by thrumming flesh

    Humming with energy, bouncing with restrained joy

    Sparkled in the eyes of the night sky, twirling and turning

    To the beat of a song.

    A song that blinks out among the vast, full nothingness

    I call my dear mother.

    This is why I write.

    To exist and fade, changing nothing, always forgotten, like dust in the wind.

    Every breath might be my last, and I will have changed

    Nothing.

    Touched the heart of

    No one.

    No!

    My dances of words remain!

    What is a sway, skip, and a hum among friends?

    Shall we foxtrot among whispers of devotion uttered to a lover?

    Yes, let us waltz into declarations of joy and excitement!

    Careen into a turbulent ocean of temperamental emotions!

    And frolic amidst delicate implications of hidden conspiracy.

    I write to express what I cannot speak.

    I write to convey the dance of words

    Prancing behind my eyelids like deer in the spring.

    I write to release the flood.
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    THEY WHISPER TO ME


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    they sow me beautiful seedlings of stories whispering leaves across asphalt blank as snow fallen in---


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    World of Virigo: Breakdown


    World of Virigo: Breakdown.


    Etymology: Latin root Vir, "man", and from Latin originalis, from originem (nominative origo) "beginning, source, birth."


    Physical Status:

    Combat: Strictly magical combat spells cannot be learned by everyone, (See: Law of Magical Alignment) and as a result, other magical fields are usually employed to achieve the same purpose. For example, Natural Magic can be used to divert the enemy spells away from oneself and turned towards the enemy. In another instance, as Earth elemental can block it by pulling up a sheet of earth. Magical fields are divided as such:

    Conjuration- Summoning objects or energy out of nothing.

    Alteration- Changing or altering what already exists physically, like the color, texture, or size.

    Offense- Spells meant for offensive use only, like stopping someone's heart from a distance.

    Defense- Shields, wards, and counterspells used to defend oneself.

    Natural Magic- Manipulation of magic that already exists, like the magic within materials or animals.

    Elemental
    -Energy- Fire, electricity, kinetic and/or physical force.
    -Gases- Gas forms of many different elements can be manipulated individually or as a whole, to push air, or combine volatile gases to ignite something, for example.
    -Stone- All forms of solid rock, and rock only. Diamond, limestone, marble, etc. Used to create architecture.
    -Water- Unlike the other elemental abilities, this form can manipulate all forms of H2O, gas, solid, and liquid. Can be used to manipulate blood in a living thing.

    Alchemy- Combining precise ingredients sparked by a magical element to transform or create things, always using transmutation circles. Usually requires time and preparation beforehand, but can yield fantastic results.

    Potions- Like cooking, but by adding together suspicious ingredients bound by a base to yield specific results when drunk or applied to skin, whether in battle or medicine.

    Ritual- Not a common practice today, Magical rituals use a combination of dates, sacrifices both willing and unwilling, religious elements, and magical objects to achieve goals that can often be misinterpreted, or glean information that may or may not come in a literal form. It's seen as unreliable and useless in some groups, and yet is revered as the peak of magical activity in other circles. Many laws have been passed to limit some elements of rituals like unwilling sacrifice, and interfering in the mortal world.

    Emotional compulsion- By far the most volatile, yet powerful forms of magic. Emotional compulsion is the manipulation of of human emotions, and can often be used to help along mortals to conveniently 'forget' if they saw something unexplained, or to nudge along ideas a person would not have normally without the emotional compulsion. It can be used to calm a panicking crown, incite a riot, introduce telepathy to an inexperience mind, and bypass the Law of Magical alignment if performed by a master.

    Medical: Virigo are designed to be immortal. Therefore, there are no diseases save basic colds and possible allergies. Any fatal wound that would kill a mortal will kill a fey, however, magical potions and certain forms of Alteration or Natural Magic can be used to speed he recovery process. A combination of mortal and magical machines and spells achieve maximum medical performance, or they should, anyhow/

    Identifying Markings: According to the Law of Magical Alignment, the magic of every Virigo is different and reacts to different forms of magic in different ways. Every Virigo have tattooed anklets and bracelets, winding in different patterns depending on your magical alignment. Myths surrounding the origin of these tattoes are wide and varied, but nothing is for certain. One story claims that the tattoos are remains of the manacles that held the original Virigo Veronica in the prison chambers where she was first Changed.

    Additional:

    Social Structure (Gwydia):

    University: The grounds are levitated permanently at exactly 800 feet above the ground below, fixed to a permanent path around the globe, which is repeated every 365 days. The giant mass is charmed to be invisible to the human eye, and to sometimes only appear to be a large cloud. Additional attention had to be paid the the path that was taken yearly when five thousand blackbirds ran into the invisible barrier and fell dead to Arkansas below. The university itself divides its classes by field, focusing primarily on the broader basics the first year, and delving into specific uses and practical application the second, dividing one course into multiple depending on the area of focus. For example: Defense is merely Defense for the first four years, but is divided into Shields, Counterspells, and Offensive uses of Defense for your next two. for the first three years, Potions covers a broad range of subjects in relation to potions, but is then divided into Offensive Elixirs, Medical Remedies, Advanced Potion Making I and II, and History of Potion Making and Potioneers. Other subjects are divided similarly.

    Spread of Population:

    Hierarchy:

    Government Structure:

    Political Status:

    Social Structure (Macha):

    University:

    Spread of Population:

    Hierarchy:

    Government Structure:

    Political Status:

    Magical Fauna:

    Hooved:

    Unicorn: Unicorns have built up a flawless reputation over the centuries, but remain elusive even in the World of Virigo. Some field researchers report sightings of unicorns changing appearance depending on who they were standing in front of, but they are unconfirmed.

    Pegasus: Winged horses, but not with a horn. Bred for racing. Pack animals, friendly when tames, but possibly dangerous in the wild. Typically exist in the highlands, plains, and occasionally mountains.

    Cartazonon: A flame unicorn, usually with golden skin, a tawny red mane of hair, a lion- like tail, and a curved golden horn. Some breeds reveal other colors seen in flame, like blue and white. Pack animals that gather around volcanoes or deserts, unfriendly to outsiders. Considerably more dangerous than a Pegasus, but not as elusive as a Unicorn.

    Noggle: Small grayish- blue breed of horse, often confused with a Kelpie or a non magical breed of horse. These horses are very much sentient, and have developed their Emotional Compulsion alignment to mentally link with Virigo and the occasional mortal to convey thoughts and feelings. These proud creatures refuse to be held in stables, and prefer to wander forests of plains without restraints. Perhaps due to their sentience, these horses are not typically pack animals and live individually or in small groups to raise young. Noggles refuse to be bred like 'a common animal', do not race unless it is in jest with a fellow Noggle, and do not parade around with people on their backs to be used as transportation. They can, however, develop loyalty to a specific person and allow that person to ride them. if treated fairly, Noggles make fair companions, even best friends.

    Centaur: Similar to Noggles, Centaurs refuse to be ridden like a common animal, bred like on, or treated like one. Nearly as elusive as Unicorns, Centaurs refuse to interact with people and most humanoid creatures, save Dryads, and quite verbally tell us so. Most Virigo respect their privacy, to avoid enticing their fury more than anything else. Centaurs are very well known for their fantastic battle strategies and formidable armies.

    Winged:

    See: Pegasus.

    Gryffin: Griffins are in contract with Gwydia University, and act as protectors for the mobile block of land. As such, most around campus are quite familiar with them. Like Noggle, they do not talk, but communicate telepathically both with eachother and other creatures. They are generally secretive about their home land, but do describe a safe haven where all griffins grow and mature, before leaving the nest, so to speak. They refuse to disclose its location or describe it in further detail, but legendary Viriga Theodosia Alston was chosen by a Griffin to be an ambassador between this mysterious location and Gwydia University. She reportedly spends the majority of her time there, but is seen occasionally at annual meeting held to discuss the state of affairs in the world. Anyone who questions her, whether it be family, friends, or reporters, find themselves on the wrong end of a nasty curse.

    Dragon: Enormous, vicious creatures, Dragons normally travel alone a live in the mountains, only leaving for food. Dragons have a permanent price on their head for simply killing too many people and animals in one area, unless on a reservation which is stocked with large animals. Breeding dragons, riding dragons, or murdering dragons within a reservation is illegal and punishable by death in some cases, if the lawbreaker was not already dead.

    Wyvern: Wyverns are held under the same protections and restrictions, because they are the same general size as dragons and can be just a ferocious. However, Wyverns are gentler creatures when unprovoked, and exist quietly among swamps and rain forests.

    Simurgh: Simurgh are benevolent creatures, immortal like Virigo. With a wingspan of over fifteen feet, Simurgh are enormous birds, but have the heads of wolves. They always manage to appear near civilization before great historical moments, be the bad or good. These birds are invisible to most, and appear to only a select few.

    Fins:

    Hippocampus:

    Deep ocean/lake monsters: More monsters exist beneath dark murky waters than most care to count. Many explorers have died searching for answers, and as such, the majority of he World of Virigo tend to stick to the skies.

    Naiad: River spirits that protect channels and tributaries. All naiads and dryads are female, and trap young men to mate with and then kill, but some men escape out of reverence to their power.

    Claws:

    Chimera:

    Raiju:

    Spiritual:

    Wraith:

    Shaman:

    Humanoid:

    Brownie: Small creatures with pointed ears. They will clean your home if you leave out porridge and honey to feed them every night, and will lie in an unused part of the house. Many buildings have special fixtures at attached to the bottom half of the walls to feed such creatures, hidden doors, and small passageways in between the walls to assist them in moving around unseen, as well as their own rooms to live in. If provided for, brownies will work of their own accord to clean your home, mend your clothing, or repair things around the house. They are shy creatures that work at night to avoid being seen, and will leave if they feel threatened.

    Dryad:

    Mermaid:

    Leprechaun:

    Werecreatures: You might have heard of werewolves, but those aren't the only creatures that might actually be a Virigo. Wolves happen to be the most common, the most visible, and the least careful, so that's where the myth lies. As for the full moon, how else are you going to see an animal moving quickly at night? A crescent moon doesn't provide much light. Werewolves as the mortal myths go do not exist, however, experienced Virigo can manage to turn into a few different animals, depending on your magical alignment, but only two or three. If you remain in your animal transformation too long, you can forget who you really are and simply exist as that animal forever, if you're not careful to take breaks and stretch your human arms every once in a while.

    Vampire: To start, I'll tell you a few things that separate mortal humans from apes. Three endogenous retroviruses, which are dormant disease that change your genetic code and are passed down through reproduction, without fail. These are not normal viruses(Virusi?). They don't make you sick like you would expect, but merely exist to live on our DNA. Endogenous means indigenous to the human body. Retrovirus is merely in reference to the shape of the virus. What separates humans and vampires is that a vampire has one extra endogenous retrovirus than a human, making them more evolved than a mortal. They drink blood to survive, get severe migraines in direct sunlight, have advanced night vision, and are generally capable of performing spells like a Virigo. Physically, they look no different than a human other than a paler shade of skin and a dark ring of color somewhere in the iris.

    See Centaur, Naiad.

    Beings related to Virigo

    Mahisha: This is what a Seelie Virigo turns into when one of us does anything outside of our magical limits in relation to wrath, anger, or revenge. For example, losing your temper and slapping your wife across the room would turn you into a Mahisha, however, losing your temper and slapping anyone who has done injustice to you will not. Mahisha, representing their theme, typically have angry red skin, black horns that curl upwards, and weapons in place of hands and feet. Fairies and Imps do not turn into tiny Mahisha, and do not change Imp shape depending on their lapse in judgement. More will be explained when you reach fairies.

    Mammon: This is what a Seelie Virigo turns into when one of us does anything outside of our magical limits in relation to greed, injustice, or gluttony. For example, if you cheated a stranger while playing poker, you would turn into a Mammon, however, if you cheated on someone who was cheating on you while playing poker, nothing would happen. A gamble within a gamble, that one. Fairies and Imps do not turn into tiny mammon, and do not change Imp shape depending on their lapse in judgement. More will be explained when you reach fairies.

    Incubus/Succubus: This is what a Seelie Virigo turns into when one of us does anything outside of our magical limits in relation to lust or sex. For example, cheating in a spouse without cause would turn a virigo into a succubus. Cheating on a spouse for any perceived transgression, no matter how small, does not. Typically, their appearance reflects whatever they did to deserve their fate, and a succubus specifically is usually scantily clad with gray skin and over- exaggerated sexual features, because they are turned when their transgression is related to anything of a sexual nature. Fairies and Imps do not turn into tiny succubi, and do not change Imp shape depending on their lapse in judgement. More will be explained when you reach fairies.

    Pixie: Pixies are a cousin to the fairy. They are alike in every way, except Pixies tend to be close to nature and have no wings. Fairies are below.

    Fairy: These tiny creatures are our ancestors. They come in either Seelie or Unseelie like us, but are born, not made. That, and the obvious physical differences, separate us from them. They are about three inches tall, with tiny incandescent wings that physically shouldn't be able to hold them, but they do. Because they're related to us, it's illegal to kill one of them, but searching their naturally dead corpses for potions ingredients is still legal. Socially, most of us can hardly believe we're related. I mean, honestly, those tiny creatures are like a bunch of children, playing pranks and killing mortals for fun when they think they're not being watched. They can also be quite daft.

    Imp: These are tiny, demonic y creatures are created when a Seelie Fairy or Pixie does something around their magical limits. For example, taking a life without cause would turn a fairy into an imp. Taking a life because of any perceived transgression, no matter how small, does not. They're about four or five inches tall, with lumpy noses and ragged clothing. Some, ones who turned from fairies, have inky black membranous wings.


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    Virigo- One

    Alice




    Alice lightly bobbed her head to the music pumping in her ears. It might seem strange that she was listening to her own music while music was playing, quite loudly actually, but she preferred the music on her Mp3 player to the pop music playing as loudly as possible on the over sized speakers shaking the room with its sub woofers. Somehow, she had gotten roped into chaperoning the end of the year dance the school held annually, to celebrate a whole three months without the hundred of kids that didn't want to be there anyway. Even with a dozen other people in Student Council, it had to be her. Ugh.

    Ice blue eyes skimmed over the crown of people, watching for anyone putting on a particularly vulgar show, and the exits, alert for students looking to leave and have fun elsewhere. Rows of students seemed to be so crowded they were practically on top of each other, on the linoleum floor of the gymnasium. Lights had been affixed to the walls, ceilings, and floors to throw strobe lights and neon sparks over everything, contrasting sharply with darkness of the room. A fog machine was on earlier, but had been turned off since then, and little clouds still wandered around the ankles dancing and stomping in the middle of the room. Stragglers hung out against the walls or in corners. The air vibrated with energy, stirring up the stagnant scent of cheap perfume and sweat. All in all, nothing too much out of the ordinary... Wait. Who was that, over in the corner? Resigned, Alice took out her earphones and strode over to a couple that seemed to tangled up in each other to be two separate people. She tapped a shoulder and tried to yell over the music, "This isn't your bedroom. No enamored couples allowed. " The pair glared at her ferociously, and reluctantly unwrapped arms and legs to strut off, managing to put attitude even in the way they retreated. Alice took the spot they had just vacated and pushed the ear-buds back into her ears, calmed by familiar strums of the guitar and soft whispers of music. It was nothing like the harsh crashing and rhythmless lyrics everyone here so loved. The unfortunately responsible teenager sighed and leaned against the wall for another several more hours.



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    Update

    Some might have been wondering why I haven't been posting much recently, and I do have a semi- excuse. School's back up and running, and for those of us who are still in school, that's a big deal. Unfortunately, my utter lack of sleep means less dreams, my ridiculous 11 hours daily away from home because of my hour long commute means I have less time for both homework and writing, and the lack of new General Rated roleplays on the site means I don't have much to post or have a roleplay to go play with. This saddens me.

    I'll still be here, though, and I'll try to post something as much as I can, at least every two weeks from now on. Procrastination is a habit I'm trying to break.

    So, for this post, it's not a dream, nor an experience. I'll just blurb for a while.

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    Esotericism


    The world is full of life. Thrumming, humming, pulsing like a giant brain. Dying, birthing, thinking, doing, or simply existing. The smallest insect and the wildest predator are connected as surely as a leaf to a tree. Bound by an invisible force as vast as you can imagine, more precious than the rarest stone. It cannot be duplicated or imitated. It cannot be seen. It cannot be dragged into the light as part of a science experiment. But it can be eliminated. So fragile, so easily terminated, yet as abundant as we could possibly be. What a cosmic joke; sending us to witness something of the most perfect, whole creation only to snuff it out before our eyes like a candle in a storm.
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    Thoughts: Synergy

    On the topic of Synergy.

    Synergy is the interaction of multiple elements in a system to produce an effect different from or greater than the sum of their individual effects. The term synergy comes from the Greek word synergia συνέργια from synergos, συνεργός, meaning "working together".*



    Synergy, as I am using it, is the joined cumulative collection of human knowledge, originally through language and more recently, the internet.

    The largest step humanity has taken in its development is written language. Language allowed for information to be passed more efficiently and thoroughly down each generation. Every generation could learn what their great- great grandfather learned before them, eventually growing a link through his/her peers through the presence of common knowledge. Shared knowledge within a community encouraged and stimulated new, abstract ways of thought, and in turn, technological innovation.

    Closer to today, the invention of the internet has been the next largest step in humanity's development tract. Not only can we share knowledge in our community, but we can share it all the way across the globe, in a click and a brief moment to download.

    My point? Both of these advances achieved the same goal: Uniting humanity through joined information. There is a whisper, floating around in the great space of the internet, of synergy. Say, for science's sake, we upload every human being into a super computer, forever linking each and every person by the thoughts in our head. Imagine moving through society knowing exactly what the person next to you it thinking, never having to voice your opinion or look anything up, because someone, somewhere, knows it, and can feel you searching for that little tidbit of knowledge.

    At first glance, it seems almost unreal. Easy to imagine as a whole, yet difficult to picture individually. So, I've broken it down.

    First, it would complete advance our ability to think, and our advances in technology would be astronomical. All it takes for a new invention is for an imaginist to reach a scientist- for an abstract idea to meet a logical, step by step specialist. Every problem- Instantly solved, with only an outward reaching thought. Secrets wouldn't exist, because hiding them would be impossible. Crime rates would drop, because after all, how do you murder someone while feeling their intense fear, while, at the same time, a police officer is receiving those thoughts and is on his way to the scene. Voting would be redundant. If we take it a step further, and simply leave our material bodies in exchange for the incorporeal world of the internet, we could live infinitely, without a body to age, or the drawbacks of requiring sustenance. Essentially, we could cut ties from the earth entirely. But where do we draw the line between can, and should? The moral arguments are very tangible, and besides the point of the possible detrimental long-term qualities.

    Some of the more extreme disadvantages of synergy include what makes natural selection work so well. If we chose to enter this world of inter-connected minds, and brought each and every child into the world, that next generation would not rely on his/her own thought, but simply use the thoughts of others, because every thought in the universe would enter your mind. We would become viewers and readers, not thinking for ourselves, but simply accepting the thought of another. One generation of that, and we simply become one vague mass of potential, but no original thought, because after all, every thought comes from an individual, and every individual would depend on another, so on and so forth. Natural selection dictates that we use what we need to survive, and cut off the unnecessary pieces to make room for more tools. If we don't require individual thought, and rely on the thoughts of another, than it is hypothetically possible that humanity would eventually lose the ability to think individually. It should also be noted that every thought originates with an individual human. We would accidentally eliminate the need to think, and as such, eliminate our individual intelligence, and begin a detrimental cycle that results in humanity losing the ability to think critically at all. Not only would this be counterproductive the original purpose of synergy, but it would reverse the progress humanity as a whole has made since 1500 BCE. Even if we chose to cut ties with our corporeal bodies and simply exist in the Database, thereby no longer reproducing, but rather, existing infinitely, our own minds would become lax without the constant requirement to think critically.

    Analytical and critical thinking skills aren’t the only forms of thought we would eliminate. Creative thought, which goes hand in hand with analytical thinking, would become unnecessary, and would eventually fade away in a similar manner. After all, creative thought originates from the individual and an individual’s personal perspectives and ideas. One stray thought that is totally unique may be eliminated or left unexplored in the presence of the overwhelming amount of information one would receive from the outside world. This is, perhaps, my strongest objection to synergy. The loss of creative thought, especially to writers and artisans like me, would catastrophic.

    To recapitulate, synergy may have some life-saving, money- saving benefits at first glance, but could result in long- term drawbacks that not only ruin progress for the current generation, but would make human progress as a species made for the last several thousand obsolete. Perhaps with some specific tweaks and modifications, synergy may be mankind's next big step of evolution, but as it is now, it would cause more problems than it solves.

    *The Strategy Reader, Edited by Susan Segal-Horn, The Open University, 2004 Great Britain, ISBN 1-4051-2687-6
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    Creating a Character

    So, you found a really fun looking roleplay you want to join, and now it's time to make your character. Writers everywhere, no matter the level of experience, all have problems creating the perfect characters, with both winning personality and a few flaws. You don't want to fall into a stereotypical or overused archetype, but you don't want to make a Mary Sue/ Gary Stu either. Should it be male or female? Kind or cynical? Brave or calculating? I made this short guide to help you create a character that you are compatible with. (Feedback is appreciated.)


    Your Writing Ability



    Most people instinctively think of what they can do, and are immediately overwhelmed with the possibilities and choices. More likely, you have less things you can't do, or character types you don't enjoy playing or don't play very well. What I usually find is that your personality decides what who you can or can't play. An loud extrovert may find it difficult to play a character that prefers to think quietly before thinking. I myself and a rather quiet and introvertive individual, and am more likely to think about something for any length of time from a few minutes to a few months before deciding exactly what I think about it. As a result, my serious nature prevents me from playing impulsive or easily amused characters very well, nor do I particularly enjoy playing them either.

    Think about yourself. Not your character, not whatever flawless mask you put in place in front of strangers, you. I’ve provided some questions to help you contemplate your personality.
    • Do you find it easy to greet new people in your school or workplace?
    • If you caught someone pickpocketing your wallet, would you let them go, report them to the police, beat them where they stood, or teach them how not to get caught in the future?
    • You and your friends are at a party. Are you the one conversing quietly in the corner with someone familiar, the one drinking shots out of a hot blonde's cleavage, the DJ picking all the songs, or the one about to get into a fight with another person?
    • After the party, you are totally wasted. Drunker than you've ever been. You and a group of friends get into the car, and (surprise, surprise) crashed your dad's car into the tree a block. Who do you blame: Yourself, or the driver, or someone else?
    • Your group at school decided you're in charge of making posters. You: Make the craziest, most eye-catching poster of all time, sketch out a subtle yet complex drawing, or pull up a Publisher template from online and fill in the blanks (you have no creative ability).
    • Oh crap, you have about a ton of homework and an exam tomorrow. You have no idea where to start, and you're totally stressed out. This is where you'd probably: Break down and cry from the pressure, make a list and start working from the most important assignments and back, or blow it all off to text your friend.
    • Your school is hosting a Pep rally. Your job is to: Create advertisements, put the 'Pep' in 'Pep Rally', host a booth to sell things and make money, or work with the orchestra, marching band, band, drama, or dance departments to provide entertainment.
    • Out of your life, the thing you value most is: Money (How much profit can you make from this), love (I would buy the moon for her), family (Blood runs thicker than water), career (Can and will make it to the top!).


    These are just a few examples. A better personality test can be found here.

    After you get an idea of who you are, you can get a grasp of who you are not. Whatever you cannot be, not matter how hard you try to force yourself, would not be a good character for you to play. Some people can play a character well, no matter the character, but most have difficulty playing two or three specific personality types. For example, since I am a quiet and serious person, I don't enjoy playing lolitas, loudmouths, or amusing people. I can play introverts, nerds, clutzes, cynical bastards, etc. Whatever personality is the exact invert of yours is the personality of the character you cannot play.

    Common Archetypes



    Now that you've established what you can't play, let's look at what you can. It's best to start with broader ideas, then work your way into the specifics. I use literary archetypes for inspiration.


    This circle organizes character types based on what they value. Here they are in more detail.

    Order
    A character that values order prefers rules and regulations, plans and statistics. They're best for leadership positions, white collar jobs, and are commonly vocal and charismatic.
    Social
    Social characters want to interact and care for others more than anything else. They'd rather stay home and tend the hearth than be out fighting the battle.
    Freedom
    Characters that need freedom to function can't be bound by the rules and regulations of an office environment. They need open air and space, both in mind and body.
    Ego
    Ego may sound a bit harsh, but it's the best way to describe someone who puts themselves knowingly or unintentionally in positions that is likely to spread their name far and wide. Bravery is irrelevant.

    From those four main 'slots', characters can be blended and divided into subcategories. Refer back to the Attachment for a visual.

    Outlaw-
    Motto: Rules are made to be broken
    Core desire: revenge or revolution
    Goal: to overturn what isn't working
    Greatest fear: to be powerless or ineffectual
    Strategy: disrupt, destroy, or shock
    Weakness: crossing over to the dark side, crime
    Talent: outrageousness, radical freedom
    The Outlaw is also known as: The rebel, revolutionary, wild man, the misfit, or iconoclast.

    Jester-
    Motto: You only live once
    Core desire: to live in the moment with full enjoyment
    Goal: to have a great time and lighten up the world
    Greatest fear: being bored or boring others
    Strategy: play, make jokes, be funny
    Weakness: frivolity, wasting time
    Talent: joy
    The Jester is also known as: The fool, trickster, joker, practical joker or comedian.

    Lover-
    Motto: You're the only one
    Core desire: intimacy and experience
    Goal: being in a relationship with the people, work and surroundings they love
    Greatest fear: being alone, a wallflower, unwanted, unloved
    Strategy: to become more and more physically and emotionally attractive
    Weakness: outward-directed desire to please others at risk of losing own identity
    Talent: passion, gratitude, appreciation, and commitment
    The Lover is also known as: The partner, friend, intimate, enthusiast, sensualist, spouse, team-builder.

    Caregiver-
    Motto: Love your neighbour as yourself
    Core desire: to protect and care for others
    Goal: to help others
    Greatest fear: selfishness and ingratitude
    Strategy: doing things for others
    Weakness: martyrdom and being exploited
    Talent: compassion, generosity
    The Caregiver is also known as: The saint, altruist, parent, helper, supporter.

    Everyman-
    Motto: All men and women are created equal
    Core Desire: connecting with others
    Goal: to belong
    Greatest fear: to be left out or to stand out from the crowd
    Strategy: develop ordinary solid virtues, be down to earth, the common touch
    Weakness: losing one's own self in an effort to blend in or for the sake of superficial relationships
    Talent: realism, empathy, lack of pretense
    The Everyman is also known as: The good old boy, the regular person, the person next door, the realist, the working stiff, the solid citizen, the good neighbor, the silent majority.

    Innocent-
    Motto: Free to be you and me
    Core desire: to get to paradise
    Goal: to be happy
    Greatest fear: to be punished for doing something bad or wrong
    Strategy: to do things right
    Weakness: boring for all their naive innocence
    Talent: faith and optimism
    The Innocent is also known as: Utopian, traditionalist, naive, mystic, saint, romantic, dreamer, lolita.

    Ruler-
    Motto: Power isn't everything, it's the only thing.
    Core desire: control
    Goal: create a prosperous, successful family or community
    Strategy: exercise power
    Greatest fear: chaos, being overthrown
    Weakness: being authoritarian, unable to delegate
    Talent: responsibility, leadership
    The Ruler is also known as: The boss, leader, aristocrat, king, queen, politician, role model, manager or administrator.

    Sage-
    Motto: The truth will set you free
    Core desire: to find the truth.
    Goal: to use intelligence and analysis to understand the world.
    Biggest fear: being duped, misled—or ignorance.
    Strategy: seeking out information and knowledge; self-reflection and understanding thought processes.
    Weakness: can study details forever and never act.
    Talent: wisdom, intelligence.
    The Sage is also known as: The expert, scholar, detective, advisor, thinker, philosopher, academic, researcher, thinker, planner, professional, mentor, teacher, contemplative.

    Magician-
    Motto: I make things happen.
    Core desire: understanding the fundamental laws of the universe
    Goal: to make dreams come true
    Greatest fear: unintended negative consequences
    Strategy: develop a vision and live by it
    Weakness: becoming manipulative
    Talent: finding win-win solutions
    The Magician is also known as:The visionary, catalyst, inventor, charismatic leader, shaman, healer, medicine man.

    Hero-
    Motto: Where there's a will, there's a way
    Core desire: to prove one's worth through courageous acts
    Goal: expert mastery in a way that improves the world
    Greatest fear: weakness, vulnerability, being a "chicken"
    Strategy: to be as strong and competent as possible
    Weakness: arrogance, always needing another battle to fight
    Talent: competence and courage
    The Hero is also known as: The warrior, crusader, rescuer, superhero, the soldier, dragon slayer, the winner and the team player.

    Creator-
    Motto: If you can imagine it, it can be done
    Core desire: to create things of enduring value
    Goal: to realize a vision
    Greatest fear: mediocre vision or execution
    Strategy: develop artistic control and skill
    Task: to create culture, express own vision
    Weakness: perfectionism, bad solutions
    Talent: creativity and imagination
    The Creator is also known as: The artist, inventor, innovator, musician, writer or dreamer.

    Explorer-
    Motto: Don't fence me in
    Core desire: the freedom to find out who you are through exploring the world
    Goal: to experience a better, more authentic, more fulfilling life
    Biggest fear: getting trapped, conformity, and inner emptiness
    Strategy: journey, seeking out and experiencing new things, escape from boredom
    Weakness: aimless wandering, becoming a misfit
    Talent: autonomy, ambition, being true to one's soul
    The explorer is also known as: The seeker, iconoclast, wanderer, individualist, pilgrim.

    Remember, these are only very basic descriptions. No one likes it when someone decides to make a cookie- cutter character that isn’t unique in any way, and god forbid you make a Mary Sue with no flaws or defining aspects. What I recommend is to pick an archetype that sounds fun and interesting, and run with it.

    Filling in the details



    After you've selected an archetype as a template, the next thing to do is to make it your own. The archetypes are fairly basic by themselves, and are easily recognizable by most literary enthusiasts. However, this is probably the easiest part of making a character, and where your creativity can flow.

    Description
    This should be your character's outward profile. Most people include height, weight, hair and eye color, skin tone, and age, but other details like cup size for women or typical wardrobe are welcome as well. Something to remember here is that most people are plain looking, or vaguely attractive. Not everyone a European model. I recommend sticking to average hair, eye, and skin color for your region, or the region where your roleplay is taking place. Also, some roleplays require characters that aren't normal human beings, like aliens or mystical, humanoid creatures. For those, you should adjust your physical description accordingly.

    Personality
    When I look at a character's profile, I typically go for the personality first because it matters the most to me. Most people, when they make cliche or unoriginal characters, make their mistake in the personality section. Remember to stick to the parameters that your archetype requires, and that everyone has several flaws and pet peeves. The structure of this section is typically in some kind of list form. My character, Alice Meyer, has her personality in list form with a short few sentences of details underneath, in first person. Most people, however, use third person to describe their character, as if the writer him/herself were describing your character. Either works. Really, it's just however you're comfortable with writing.

    Equipment/Abilities
    For roleplays that are probably going to have battle of some kind, this section is just as important as the personality section, if not more so. You may have to refer to your character archetype to figure out the best weaponry. For example, a Hero is more likely to use a sword and shield because he's used to being on the front line, while a Sage is probably going to stay in the library and research or even observe the enemy from a safe position to bring back vital information. For roleplays that aren't likely to have any major battles or confrontations, this section is where you would want to put your skills and talents. A Creator archetype, for example, is very good at solving problems and creating stuff. I'm awful at math, but I'd like to say I'm pretty damned good in my English and History classes.

    History
    The History section has potential to be the downfall for your character or the most important piece. A person's past molds and shapes that person to be the human being they are today. In much the same fashion, your character's history shouldn't contradict your character's personality. For example, if you have a happy, carefree character, than you probably shouldn't have a tormented and violent past. Aside from that, the history section can be anything you want it to be.

    Synopsis
    Personally, I always fill in the Synopsis last, after I've gotten a good idea of who the character is.
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    Know you're probably not gonna get this. But. I'm bored to hell and you're the only person semi-online.
    Sometimes, I wish that when I die, I became a star.
    Not a sun mind, you.
    But like.
    From some creature on a distant planet, they look up
    And see a star.
    And that's me.
    Y'know?
    Not something of major importance or notice. Just something someone looks up at one night, and thinks. "Huh. That looks nice." and just makes them start thinking.
    I'm weird though so.
    That'd be an interesting book though.
    A personified thought process of a star, as it's falling down to earth.
    It'd be more of a poem really.
    Would a star's thought process be chaotic?
    I don't think so.
    It'd be serene, y'know?
    They're almost eternal celestials. I think they'd be pretty calm.
    Could a star appreciate beauty?
    After all, it's never seen what we perceive to be beauty.
    What if the void is beauty?
    And by the star crashing to earth, its beauty has now been ruined?
    Could a star appreciate the beauty of others stars in the distance, if it saw them as beautiful?
    I think so.
    I don't think stars would be gender personified.
    They seem neutral.
    I think that's what makes them beautiful.
    Because, no matter what's happening on Earth...
    The stars are just they're. Being beautiful.
    But then you think, "Aren't those just images of stars that existed millions of years ago, and their current status has yet to get to our eyes?"
    I don't know. I feel like that's an urban myth.
    I don't think it's possible for humans to perceive the ability to see the past.
    Which is what we'd be seeing.
    But would it be the past?
    Would the image rapidly increase as we got closer?
    What if we were able to traverse the stars in such a fashion, that we could reach distant stars in months, without ruining the beauty of them by going as fast as we'd need to?
    Sometimes I wish I was a god.
    Or a star.
    Then I'd know these things.
    It'd make true beauty easier to spot/.
    But then.
    Is that true beauty?
    Or is that my perception of beauty?
    I want to be a star when I die.
    Ignore the grammar issues.
    Sometimes I wish I'd become a true Buddhist.
    Transcend these materialistic thoughts.
    But then.
    I enjoy materialism.
    I enjoy sex, and love, and laughter, and money and games and so many others things.
    Not in gluttonous sense, but in a...
    Appreciative sense.
    And that's not to say Monks don't have that but.
    It's not as easily expressed.
    Sometimes I want to become a slave to my passions, emotions.
    Transcend this sort of, societal limitations I'm chained by.
    But then. I want to do the opposite too.
    Transcend the notions of emotion and human concepts, and just become peaceful.
    I want to do so much.
    I want to travel around the world.
    I want to fall in love, true love. I want to fight in a war, I want to fight against a government, I want a statue erected about me, I want to become a doctor from Harvard, and I want waste my life being a stoner. I want to become a god.
    Not because of power.
    But because, I want to just...
    Be able to know all things.
    Appreciate beauty in the truest of all things.


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    Pointless Statements

    My past is my present and my future.
    Everything that has ever happened to me, and everything that I've ever done or said has contributed to the person I am today. If it were possible, most people would have some of their worst memories removed. I would not take out the few months I was threatened by a pedophile. I would not remove my memories of abuse, or any memories of being abandoned. Perhaps most importantly, I would not remove memories any of my failures. No matter how awful or contradictory it may sound to a person, all of those experiences have made me stronger, and have given me insight and wisdom I would not have otherwise. I have learned from those situations, and will continue to learn from them to the best of my ability.

    My right brain is my left brain.
    I took an IQ test, several years ago. The test in question told me that I was naturally proficient in Science and English, but not very good in History and Math, my IQ was 140, and that I used both my right brain and my left brain. I disagree with the test, no matter how many social scientists looked at it and reviewed it. In my opinion, my right brain makes up for my ridiculously weak left brain. Science has always felt like a puzzle, and has always been something I can envision and feel my way around, in much the same way I do English and parts of History. I cannot memorize anything long term, unless it's in the form of a song, then I could hold onto it for years at a time. I do not fully understand anything told to me, unless I'm given a picture or I envision it myself. History has always been a fight to memorize the dates and events, because it's always been too focused on step by step events rather than larger ideas. My AP history class this year focuses on parallels and broader concepts, which has led me to doing pretty damned well in the class, and further lending to my belief that I am not left brained, and the standard IQ test is wrong.

    I am egotistical.
    I have a natural inclination to believe myself over someone else, regardless of who that person is or how qualified he/she may appear. I also overestimate my abilities to focus for long periods of time, and would rather not believe flaws of myself. I do no know when this developed, or how, but it's there.

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    Thoughts

    Imagine a land. The grass is green, trees and other plants grow of all imaginable shapes an sizes, and innumerable different forms of life writhe and twist on every surface, existing where one would never expect, in forms never experienced before. The smallest worms holds the same potential as the largest, wisest owl in the ever continuing cycle of life. And yet, if you turn your head, a wide, gaping hole larger than a continent yawns and stretches, spitting fire and constantly shifting its unstable gravitational pull. Such impeccable perfection, achieved through the darkest possible means. The splitting of an atom, the piercing blast of a wave of energy, or he tiniest particle bouncing off of the surface of your skin, anything is capable of altering the delicate balance of chance and circumstance that came to be your sentient existence.

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    Always erasing, Backspacing.
    Never, ever really saying.
    Not a girl. Just me, right here, or maybe over there.
    Just me hiding. Don’t look. Don’t stare.

    An Open Book, says all of Them.
    Duller than butter, yet shiny as a gem
    Then They leave, all of Them, over and over again.
    Except for You. You’re the exception.

    I don’t think You understand what I’m trying to say
    My words on replay, Shifting and reforming throughout the day
    Reiterate, restate, find my place and erase
    Avoiding the chasm that pulls me to a ‘higher place’

    Holding my breath and waiting to crash
    Like standing in a plane and waiting to smash
    All in all, is it better unwind your worry?
    Or cut the heartstring, just to limit the agony?

    Is any of This Real?
    Why wouldn’t it be! You don’t know, you can’t see,
    You don’t understand what You’re doing to me.
    Unable to plead with You to stay with me
    Yet equally incapable of letting You leave.
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    Thoughts: The Shadow

    There is a man, dwelling in your mind. He knows everything you know, watches everything you do, and is completely aware of all your weak spots. If you have a flaw, he'll taunt you with it. If you are frightened of something, he'll show you exactly how terrified you can become. If you so much as acknowledge his presence, he will sprout like a beanstalk, bursting with power, a hair's breadth away from visible, just brushing the very tips of your eyelashes. He is a shadow, shifting and twisting just beyond your cognitive recognition.

    Reference: The Shadow
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    Pointless Statements

    What is Christmas?

    Well. Christmas is a holiday for families to gather, charity to be given, and food to be eaten. It's a holiday for joy and contentment, a holiday for realizing just how lucky you are to have your family, and a holiday for shits and giggles with your cousins you haven't seen in years. At least, I think it is.

    For most of my life, it's just been me and my single mother. Christmas was a day when we cooked together, ate cookies, and went out somewhere to socialize with closest thing we had to blood relations- close friends. It's always been nice, but never consistent, and never with any family other than my dear mother. Don't get me wrong- I wouldn't trade it for the world, but it's odd knowing how different my family traditions are compared to those of my friends.

    But... My mother was married last year. I have two new stepbrothers, and stepfather, and a stepgrandmother, along with a whole new family that I've never met before. This year and many more years into the future, I will have a larger family circle to celebrate with. So, what is Christmas? I don't know for sure. But I think I might find out in... 5 days.

    Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.
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    There is a beast.

    He hides in plain sight.
    The elephant in the room
    Is undeserving of notice.

    Some days he is small.
    Miniscule and insignificant
    He chews at my ankles.

    Some days, he is voluminous.
    Mouth wide and full of teeth
    He swallows me whole

    He is black as a vacuum
    Changeable as a ghost
    He never stills

    He doesn’t feel anger
    Doesn’t exhibit affection
    Doesn’t frown of sadness

    He is blank indifference
    Utter uncaring
    Lacking in every emotion.

    He tugs
    And he pulls
    And he eats

    Until there is
    nothing left
    Indifference.
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    Thoughts

    First of all, let me start off with my sincere apologies for not posting nearly as often as I should, or posting any dreams. School is keeping me both busy and exhausted, and any creative thought I have is immediately put down on whatever little piece of homework I have nearby, rather than my craptop. It doesn't help that my dreams have increased in violence and intensity, cutting out a good portion of what I'm even comfortable posting on a forum all ages has access to. But, since the intellectual I usually use for stimuli has fallen asleep on me, I finally have things to talk about today. If you haven't read Harry Potter or The Belgariad, you might not enjoy this post as much.

    The Belgariad VS Harry Potter: Pros and Cons of Writing Good Fantasy Books.

    The Harry Potter series is one of the most globally known young adult fiction books of this day and age, and for good reason. JK Rowling creates a story full of creative and fantastical ideas that appeal to anyone's sense of curiosity and imagination, yet I still refuse to choose this book as a favorite. Why, exactly? While the premise of the novels themselves hold an enormous amount of creativity, the actual characters are often two dimensional and don't change very much throughout the entire series, regardless of the tragedies they live through. Besides this fact, the Harry Potter series fails to present every aspect of The War it should have, including cutting out any sort of diplomacy or alliance forming, resulting in the encouragement segregationalism and bigotry.

    Naturally, I wouldn't make such bold claims without reason. I'm a scientist at heart, after all. Take the main character, Harry Potter. A level of immaturity is expected at the age he's introduced, 11, but as the Hero of the story, he's expected to grow out of that immaturity. Instead, you see a rivalry between himself and a Slytherin grow until he almost kills the other by foolishly using a spell he didn't know, stubborn fights between himself and his closest friend, and he grows to like a girl over a series of books whom we don't know anything about- except she's pretty.

    1- Rivalry with Draco Malfoy. I, for one, found the remarks Draco made against Harry and his friends humorous in its stupidity, and after watching him run away from multiple things throughout the series in childish fear, could not grow to hate the little idiot simply because he's not a sadistic mastermind, but rather an immature, cowardly idiot. Yet Harry grows to hate this Slytherin based simply off of the stinging remarks he throws around, and almost kills him by using a spell he happened to see scrawled on a secondhand book. Wait, back up, Harry Potter not only nearly killed him by using a spell he didn't know, he used this spell after watching him cry. Obviously, the logical thing to do to a boy in tears is fight him. Why didn't I think of that?

    2- Ronald Weasley never particularly had any loyalty in him anyway, but the several times that he abandons his friends based on rumor and suspicion is almost boggling. However, those near- fall outs could have been easily avoided if the two boys would talk like mature adults. Early in the series, I could understand immaturity, but the later books presents these main characters as adults who are supposed to be able to make their own mature decisions. Evidently not.

    3- Ginny Weasley is a very underdeveloped character, and since the entire book is told from Harry's perspective, that means Harry knows very little about Ginny. He begins having feelings for her right about when he hits puberty, which is pure teenage hormones acting silly, but he holds on to this crush for the rest of his life- yet we know nothing about Ginny. Well, she's brave, and sexually promiscuous, but that's all we know, and that's all we find out. She remains to be a very two dimensional character with no outstanding aspects, yet Harry Potter marries her. Remember, if we know nothing about her, neither does Harry, since the entire books is told from his perspective and therefore from inside his head.

    These are only three markers that show how Harry Potter doesn't develop as a character throughout the entire series. He's brave, but he has to be, since he was abused as a child and is used to dangerous situations, and he would rather die himself than watch his friends suffer, but that also ties back to the fact he didn't have anyone who cared about him until he went to Hogwarts, so he holds onto those friends as a defense mechanism. He's not particularly sensitive, he's not intelligent, he doesn't strategize, and he's not the best at giving pep talks. If you look closely enough, this is the same for every character. No matter what hardships they go through, every character remains roughly the same, especially the main characters.

    Onto the the messages of segregationalism and bigotry. Slytherin. The very name brings up images of death eaters and evil things, doesn't it? There is only one single Slytherin in the entire series that fights for the good side, and he's depicted as a greasy bastard his entire life. Severus Snape is a deep and moving character, but you don't even learn that until after his death. Besides him, there are no Slytherins who fought on the same side as Harry Potter. In fact, in the last book, every Slytherin child is sent to their dorms for the duration of the last battle, rather than allowed to choose if they could fight. As Harry grows up in Hogwarts, Slytherin continues to grow to represent more and more of the evil side they're fighting, so that it becomes hard to remember what the Houses stood for in the first place. Slytherin was founded based on its ambition and cunning, and nothing more. All you have to be is clever and willing to use that cleverness to do great things to qualify as a Slytherin. Yet, they're depicted as extremist purebloods and not redeemed in the slightest throughout the series. I think there was so much potential in the idea of not just fighting the evildoers but redeeming Slytherin and making that House respected as a part of Hogwarts, not just a breeding ground for Death Eaters.

    That being said, JK Rowling has other qualities. Somehow, she's created an infinitely impossible yet infinitely probable world for these characters to live in. A good writer has to have the ability to imagine something unique, something enormous and beautifully complex, and Rowling does just that with the Harry Potter universe. The ideas of magic and magical innovations are complex, yet realistic. If magic existed in the form JK Rowling wrote it, this is exactly how it would have developed. The premise upon which Rowling builds her story is magical and creative, yet relatable and realistic.

    In addition to the creativity Rowling has put into Harry Potter Universe, the hardships and trauma she puts her characters through are tragic and realistic. Harry Potter and his friends aren't just heroes, but war veterans. Many authors assume that if they kill off a character, their fans will be too furious to continue reading, or they assume that they shouldn't put a character through too much pain, or risk losing fans. In the Harry Potter series, JK Rowling throws every painful aspect of war in her reader's face. Harry Potter was an orphan and abused as a child. Hermione was victim to racist abuse and bullying. Ronald grew up in poor environment. Later, Harry Potter gains a father figure, only to be the reason for his subsequent death. His only other parental figure, Dumbledore, dies as well. Around the same time, Harry finds the person responsible for his parent's death, only to have him escape from under his nose. Hermione erases all the memories her parents had of her to save them from the war, and is put in many tough situations where she has to make a compromise for the war. Ron's home burnt down, and he lost a dear brother, whom the audience had come to love. The Harry Potter series is based around war, and it doesn't sugarcoat a thing. Many people criticize the series for turning as dark as it did, but I commend it for its realism.

    The other book series I love yet refuse to pick as a favorite is the Belgariad series, by David Eddings. It's an older book aimed at an older audience, but still quite amazing, and I'm sure it would appeal to the same demographic as the Harry Potter series with the right amount of publicity. The style of these two books are like yin and yang to me, where one is strong where the other is weak. David Eddings has an equally creative fantasy world in which the characters live in, but he doesn't go into as much detail simply because the main characters move through so many kingdoms and cultures, it would be impossible to catalog them all in great detail and still make the books interesting. Where Harry Potter has very little character development, The Belgariad metamorphoses characters into their roles over time, softly growing them from closed minded to open, immature to mature, rash to diplomatic. Every single character grows throughout the story. Not only that, but The Belgariad depicts multiple sides to war- the alliances, making enemies, recruiting soldiers, delivering speeches, and fighting battles. While The Belgariad goes into intense depth, it forgets the dirtier aspects of war. The battle aren't particularly gory, the main characters always win in the end, and no one dies except the enemy.

    Harry Potter depicted the rougher, harsher aspects of war while leaving out all forms of diplomacy or other complexities. The Belgariad had the opposite problem. For a good portion of the first and second books, the party accompanying the main character simply goes around looking for a magical object and making allies and friends along the way. Especially in the second book, whole segments are just based around making allies. There is a deep, intense chapter simply about the future queen taking initiative and recruiting soldiers for the war effort, learning how to speak in front of large crowds and connecting to her inner charismatic leader. At the same time, you see her hand off her new-found power to generals and strategists when she knows her help is no longer needed. It doesn't sound like a particularly exciting several chapters, but rather it's my favorite part of the book because you watch the other side of the war move into place. While the Hero, Garion, is on the other side of the world, is damsel in distress is making a name for herself as queen and adding to his supporting soldiers.

    There is a downside to focusing on more diplomatic aspects of war, however. In Harry Potter, every character went through intense tragedy and loss, deepening their reason to fight. In the Belgariad, they come across many near misses and rough situations, but not a single main character dies. Just like Harry, Garion is an orphan who was raised by his aunt, but Garion grew on a farm around friends and family and people who cared, and continued to grow and develop around his aunt who was always looking out for him. Garion does indeed go through his teenage phase of disliking all the attention and wanting to get away from everyone who cared about him, like Harry, but unlike Harry, he came to realize that he was being childish. What I don't understand is that Harry doesn't seem to have this revelation, while he is under enormous amounts of pressure from heartbreak, loss, and society's expectations, but Garion comes upon his maturity rather quickly without the same stresses. Neither book is good at depicting their main character's growth and maturity, but only the Belgariad refuses to put its characters under intense emotional distress like what would actually occur during wartime. Well- I make one concession. There was one character death in the Belgariad, but said character returned to life, and suddenly had magical powers.

    These two book series are my most favorite in the world. I've read them over and over until the bindings tore, literally, and then read fanfiction about them when I got too familiar with the books. Ultimately, I think these two book series represent two sides of one kind of fantasy book, but they also represent two sides of living. There's always a softer, complex side and a harsh, irrevocably real side, but unable to exist alongside one another. You can think, or you can do, but you can't do both.
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    Dream- May 27th, 2014

    Big sigh.

    I don't understand people.

    People over-complicate things.

    People are emotional and volatile.

    People are petty and in comprehensible.

    Sometimes, I wonder if living on earth isn't truly living, that if the fears of being sent to hell or a similar place has already come true, but we're all too wrapped up in our own misery to notice that everyone is miserable.

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    The sun dangled low in the sky as if dangling by a steadily stretching thread. With all the languitey of an appeased lion it hung there above the horizon. Its rays filtered through the minimal cloud cover and scattered across the surface of the ocean, who was curling and spitting foam high into the air as if to someday catch those bright sparks of light and gingerly hold them close.
    A gentle yet quite insistent mew, followed by paws on my leg drew me away from the picturesque scene below my window. The cat was begging for attention, probably because I hadn’t yet fed her. I idly stroked her head and down her back. She purred in contentment and settled in my lap.
    I don’t like animals. I’m a number person- nowhere in my precise calculations did the possibility of caring for another biological unit ever occur to me. My husband, however, is a sucker for anything with big, adorable eyes and soft fur. This cat was his baby, his baby who must be very aware of his absence if she had decided not to ignore me any longer.
    She wasn’t alone, a voice in the back of my head reminded me. You had decided to pet her for once. I looked down at my hand mid scratch, smiling slightly. He has said I would get used to her eventually.
    I understood why he needed to go, or more accurately, why he felt he needed to go. Everything counted when you were fighting a war. His heart condition prevented him from joining the ranks of his brothers, but it didn’t prevent him risking his life in a different way. Even my encouragements to spread war propaganda on other ways would not deter him from his goal. Nothing would get the attention of a crowd like a dancing plane with ‘Fight for you country!’ emblazoned on the side in hige, brilliantly colored letter.
    Many late nights have been spent planning out the flashiest sequence of stunts possible without exceeding the doctor's prescribed amount of G force. Many early mornings have been spent practicing those same stunts to establish that his heart could handle the pressure. Many clear evenings like this have been spent biting my nails and anxiously waiting by the phone either for news of his demise of of his successful run. I knew the numbers well. When a pilot goes up in an aerobatics plane, there was a one in four chance that he wouldn’t come back down again in one piece. For my pilot, with his heart condition, the statistics were even worse. I refused to even go to his performances anymore. He inevitably made every turn sharper, and and push himself harder. My heart couldn’t take it, let alone his.
    The shrill call of a telephone startled me. I jumped and the cat fled from my lap.I was across the room in a moment, lifting the handle to my ear.
    “Hello?” I sounded breathless.
    “Am I speaking to Mrs. Jones?” The voice on the other line was crisp and professional. It wasn’t my pilot. I paused to gather my thoughts. He would call soon, so I would have to keep this conversation short. I must have uttered something akin to an affirmation, because he continued.
    “I’m afraid I have some terrible news.”
    YOUU!

    STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP---

    shhhhhhh......

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    ......

    ...

    can you hear them?

    .....

    the voices?

    the voices of the characters you've killed?

    ...

    ill tell you a secret...

    THEY WHISPER TO ME


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    ..........
    ...

    they sow me beautiful seedlings of stories whispering leaves across asphalt blank as snow fallen in---


    SHHHHH!--

    LISTEN!....

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