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Chapter 31 - Happiness Is A Warm Throat

Submitted by irk on Fri, 02/05/2010 - 5:40pm
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Lyric
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I drum, just like Elric told me to.  Now, I've never been much of a musician.  My family'd be the first to tell you so, and we were all raised to at least appreciate music, if not make it.  I don't really understand all those fiddly music note marks that Stevane and Daddy read when they're playing piano or whatever else, and I can't understand why my singing sounds "off-key" to everyone else.  But I do understand a beat, because I understand dancing, and I am at least good at that.  That being said, when I start drumming, it's more of a konk-konk-konk than anything else, and I wonder what Elric thinks is so special about this drum other than what it's made out of.

Chapter 30 - Relics

Submitted by irk on Thu, 01/28/2010 - 9:55pm
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Lyric
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It's strange walking down this hallway.  There's something weird in the air - like something's going on, or it's just about to happen.  Is this how Poets feel?  I don't quite like it.  I start to wish I'd been able to train a little bit before getting kidnapped - maybe if I were a really good Poet, I could have planned for this all.  Jhe h'Logos is a Time Lord, after all.  Couldn't he help me predict stuff like this?  I mean, Gerald didn't seem like he was doing anything Poetic on purpose, but he's Gerald, not the Poet King.

Surely the Poet King would know what to do about this ominous feeling, and the near-visible flashes I'm starting to get of other places and familiar people.  I'm thinking of Ebrellin-i so much right now - maybe because I've been around his mother so much?  Ugh, that just gives me the chills.

Chapter 29 - In Which There Are Spiders

Submitted by irk on Fri, 01/22/2010 - 5:31pm

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Jax
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We're hacking through the undergrowth in the woods around the big castle here when Gerude tells us all that we shouldn't be hacking through it with the particular method that we're using now.  He phrases it in a pretty creative way, though:

"YEEEAAAUUUUGH!!!"

I think pretty much anybody could understand that.

Chapter 28 - Meaningless Words

Submitted by irk on Fri, 01/15/2010 - 11:45am
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Lyric
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I expect to have tea in Lady Thelea's room, as was planned before - but instead she decides to have tea out on the patio that adjoins her room, 'as the day is quite fine, is it not?'  I agree out loud, schooling my expression carefully.

Now, I can't really disagree if the observation is held according to the weather.  The weather is nice outside.  A bit chilly, but there are heaters out here to tend to our comfort.  The day itself is beautiful.  The surroundings, however...

"My Lady, may I assume you tend this beautiful garden yourself?"

She giggles, her eyes sparkling as she looks at me far too intimately.  "Why, Jhe Lotus, so I do!  What gave me away?"

I smile at her.  "Your touch with flora is very distinct."

Chapter 27 - Capture Shock

Submitted by Char on Fri, 01/08/2010 - 12:48pm
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Stevane
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I follow the Kommissar down the hallway, my violin at the ready.  "Should I play as we walk?"

The Kommissar considers this.  "...Yes, actually, that is a good idea."  It would be a compliment if there weren't such shock in his tone.  I sigh and set the violin under my chin in preparation to play.  "None of that Rhivendish drivel, though.  Surely you can think of something more suitable."

Behind me, Calyx tries to hide a chuckle.  He needs to watch that.  I might start to like him.

Chapter 26 - The Nut That Holds The Bow

Submitted by Char on Fri, 01/01/2010 - 8:50pm
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Stevane
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I settle into position in a new room that's mostly desk area, wall charts and maps, and a lot of papers that I'd love to have a chance to sort through.  Everything has the feel of carefully guarded information and secret operations.  Sadly, I'm not in a position to peek right now, and the Kommissar has his eye on me at all times.

"So... you won't know any proper Lyiannethe songs, then?"

I stare at the Kommissar like he's grown a third arm.

His grin twists up, marring the stern disapproval on his face.  "No, I didn't presume to expect your education would be anything but sheltered and insular.  I will have to make do with something else, then."  He starts to ponder what music to request as I sit on a stool with the violin perched under my chin.

Chapter 25 - At Last, You.

Submitted by irk on Fri, 12/25/2009 - 9:19pm
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Lyric
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"If you were to need a whip now, I would think you were not as highly skilled a trainer as you have claimed to be.  So, with this I leave you--" Thelea gestures at me in my fine servant's robes.  I've nothing on me except the clothing.  "I look forward to seeing your display of skill and daring, young trainer."  She gives a tight little grin, a bit of pride actually winking in her eyes.  Over her shoulder, Edward glowers at me.  His glance appraises me and finds me sorely lacking.  With that, his expression shifts into a smirk.

Chapter 24 - Black Water Son

Submitted by Char on Fri, 12/18/2009 - 6:19pm
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'Sy
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I arrive in the dungeons to what could almost be utter madness, if all the instigators weren't already locked in their cells.  Mostly it's the noise that's making it seem unmanageable--

"YEH STAGGER THREE PACES RIGHT, AND POUR US MORE ALE!!"

--because they're all singing bar songs in chorus.

"AND MAKE YOUR BED UP REAL NICE, IT'S SHAG TIME FOR ALES!"

"Oh goodness.  They're not-- Men!  Good sirs!  Please, this jail is full of polite company!"  Elesse sounds truly wretched as he pleads for his fellow brigands to stop singing.  I can't blame him.  This pirate crew is made up of terrible singers.

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