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Who has two thumbs and just came out of a super bad/long Manic Depressive swing! This person!! Iโll get to things again on here, I promise ^.^;ย But tonight is Doggo Farm
lonebaelsarโ:
ย โโฆI would leave the names to others, it seems my mind does not dwell on names of myself for it is quickly forgotten days after.โ Perhaps it is of old age, unknown is his age and everything that was him five years. It was before the calamity, he wonders how would he meet these wonderful people.ย
ย โMost would call me warrior of light, after all I am still garlean, and Eorza would suffer no tarnish on their warrior image.โย it was politics, somehow he is not affected by it. That is why he never tells anyone about who he is.ย
ย โI wonder if Master Garlond fixed the coffee makerโฆโ
ย ย ย ย โYes, well, forgive my hesitance to address you as such. I, too, am still reluctant to believe that the savior of Eorzea is-โ Garlean? One of the men who profited from her destruction? Gaius only remembered one of those identities. Fine. Let her sound racist. As far as the Leveilleur female was concerned, the whole bloody civilization of Garlemald could rot, people included.
ย ย ย ย She took a deep breath to steady already affected nerves, then allowed herself to shrug.ย โThe Mark XII Thermocoil Boilmaster? Fair bit of rubbish, that thing is. Barely boils water, let alone coffee. What sort of kettle cannot even handle waterย for a proper cup of tea?โ
ย ย ย ย Coffee was gross, anyroad.
witchofdomaโ:
Ahโฆso it was, that.
Hien told me about his departure before, the fact he made a decision before even knowing I actually survived broke my heart the moment I was given the news about it. And the worst of all was that, Gosetsu had no idea I was actually here, breathing, living. Deep inside I didnโt want to be reminded of it, but at the same time, part of me tried to deny that I could even feel bad about the fact that the old man was goneโฆapparently forever.
โHien. He told me about itโฆbut not about the fact he wasnโt going to come back. I couldnโt even say goodbyeโฆbut I guess that, with Tsuyu gone, it didnโt matter that muchโฆI think I am used by now to have rough departures with that old samurai- the story repeats itself.โ I wasnโt sure if people would even want to accept me as long as I wasnโt Tsuyu anymore, but this reminded me way too much about my own past; my childhood.
Where there was tension before, I let my rabbit ears to drop backwards. I hated how my own emotions would be way more obvious in this condition, but at least I wasnโt alone this moment- Alisaieโs own eyes said enough as well.
โWorry not, however. This just happensโฆsometimes. Specially at night and when the moon is as its peak. The people at the Enclave already hate me enough, but it would give them even more reasons to want my head in a pike.โ Counting with that the last time my acceptance of becoming a Primal was impulsive and not really minding the consequences, it was hard to believe that I wasnโt going to be any more reckless in the future.ย โI can take care of myself, though. I have enough with the shinobi stalking me almost all day everyday- and even if I shouldnโt ask for them to trust me, I can definitely show everyone I can go out withoutโฆtrying to run away or something.โ I had nowhere to go, anyways, so I didnโt have a reason to do so in the first place.
ย ย ย ย โIn truth, we all thought you dead. He, most of all. And it... it hurt him. All that pain and loss from the first time returned. He was a man broken again. I can think of no other reason why someone would so drastically change themselves in such little time.โ As if she had done any better after the death of Louisoix. Alisaie chose not to linger on that matter; she was here to speak to, not to take her own advice.
ย ย ย ย The Elezen closed her eyes, trying to harden them once again to the woman who should be her enemy. It did not do to sympathize with one that was just so recently Hellsbent on the destruction of all. She swallowed a lump in her throat and forced her mind back to the business of the matter.
ย ย ย ย Alisaie shook her head.ย โThis is not about you running. Last time, you did not run. The Enemy came to you and took you back into itโs folds. Yet, we are still allowed to worry. It is impossible not to. Such is how people learn from their mistakes. And we? We cannotย afford another mistake like last time.โ
ย ย ย ย No. More. Fucking. Primals.
ย ย ย ย โOtherwise... how do you feel? Any Aethersickness? Surely, with the transformation...โ
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One Cup.
Brought to mind by @lonebaelsar ... Alisaie, on trial for murder.
Judge: How do you plead.
Alisaie: Guilty.
Judge: ... you... you arenโt supposed to say that.
Alisaie: Bitches get Stitches.
lonebaelsarโ:
He frowns but says nothing. Being in front of many types of people, many al mhigos who hate him, it was hard to not have the desire to hate oneself. though there is a certain feeling he canโt place everytime he sees them. A image of a young girl with orange hairโฆ but the image fades over time, much like many of the memories he must have had. ever since the calamity, there was little he could remember, what his name originally was, he could not even feel comfortable being called Gaius.ย
Whatever his name is now, he will forget. His brain feels scrambled unless it was in a fight.ย
He crosses his arms, neck stiff from many stiff nods.ย
ย โโฆ.Your brother will worry, shall we return or do you wish to return by yourself?โ
ย ย ย ย Alphinaud wouldย worry. It was concern for his mental well-being that brought Alisaie back to reality. Her twin was often the fretful sort, and to make him fuss like a fishwife would only make things worse. At least Urianger had the sense to not worry over such small things...
ย ย ย ย โTogether. If you return before me, there may be fear you did me in. If I before you, the opposite. Either, in this case, is somewhat expected.โ
ย ย ย ย She turned away from the Praetorium and its scrap-metal remains before walking away.
ย ย ย ย โCome. I trust you enough to follow me... but not enough for you to linger.โ It was the least of a kindness that she could offer the amnesiac. She paused, then looked back to him.
ย ย ย ย โIf you are not who I insist you are, what would you wish I call you?โ
lonebaelsarโ:
In hindsight having the mother of crystals, the elder primal herself tamperย with his mind could have not helped with his memory. It was something that came to mind, but alas they are not that far into the story to know of such truths of the worlds above.ย
ย โYou keep saying such names, and yet nothing is remembered. How are you so certain that I am thisโฆGaius Baelsar?โ
ย ย โAs I said before, many times even to the alliance leaders, even to the bloody dragons. I remember nothing.โ
ย ย ย ย โThalโs giant gilded balls,โ Alisaie muttered, trying not to roll her eyes and suck her teeth. Her arms itched to cross in front of her chest. Her lungs strained not to heave, and her shoulders pushed down the desire to shrug. This was something, alright. This man, one of many who represented everything wrongย with Garlemaldโs Colonialist mindset. One of many whom she personally blamed the death of her beloved Grandfather on.
ย ย ย ย โYou know, it makes it much harder to hate you when you simply do not comprehend that which I wantย to hate you for.โ She glanced away from Gaius - no, he went by another name now - and to the destruction. This complicated things. Oh, how she had plotted what to say if ever faced with one of these Garlean monsters. Now that he stood before her? What could she say?
ย ย ย ย Her head shook.ย โMay She help you if you ever do remember... because I will never forget.โ
๐ง๐๐ ย ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ย ๐ข๐ ย ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ ย ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐.
Your Resule: Volcanic Fissure Ventย
ย ย ย ย Your soul sinks. The earth around it as loose as cotton, it sinks and sinks until it joins the core of the earth. There it feels at home in the magma, in the heat! your thoughts, your feelings โ they glow as vividly as the molten rock. You go through the world looking for that which will ignite a fire in you! and the things that do bask in your glow. You could hold an ordinary river rock and, in your hand, it would be gold. Your passion flows over and lucky are those who are witness to it! Do not give in to the pressure to present yourself in more palatable ways, demureness serves you badly. Know the power you hold and your worth! Your spark, your ardor โ they ignite a fire in those around you as it nurtures your own. Magma spews from the earth and erects mountains, creates islands, makes land were there wasnโt one, life where there wasnโt any. You โ the creator. You โ creative force. To read a book is never just a passive action, by consuming you create! You interpret, you visualize, you analyze. You fill the story with you! And what beauty and thrill do you add!
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ย โโฆNo, there is nothing that comes to mind.โ Looking at the ruins of an abandoned imperial base, there was a effort to remember. But no matter how hard he tries, there seems to be nothing that comes to mind.ย
ย ย ย ย He hadย to be joking. Nothing came to mind? He could remember nothing? That smoldering, maimed failure of expensive Garlean might triggered nothing? Blue eye stared up in incredulous disbelief, and her jaw dropped.ย There was no way he could not remember!
ย ย ย ย โTwelve have mercy, if you are lying to me, I will have your head!โ Petulant upstart of a child. Her jaw returned to where it should, and her mouth set in a line before relaxing to a pout.
ย ย ย ย โYou, Gaius von Baelsar, the Black Wolf, remember nothing? Hydaelyn has a wicked sense of humor, indeed.โ
witchofdomaโ:
I felt a little more at ease the moment the Elezen girl closed the doors of the room. I even moved a little to make myself more visible, before I sat properly in front of her. If she was right about something, it was that eventually, someone that could sense Aether would notice it from me, the same way I became more sensitive to it when bound to the Primal.
โI donโtโฆreally know what I will do, specially when I am chained to remain here at the Enclave. I have limits, rules I must live under. It wonโt only be a problem of the Aetherical disturbances, my own mood could make it better or worse seeing as how this force fed itself upon my suffering.โ And what was there to say? I may be at peace about revenge, but I knew that wasnโt enough to undo all the wrong things of my life.
At the mention of Gosetsu in particular, my rabbit ears twitched, however. Was there something wrong with him I didnโt know about?โฆ
โWhat about Gosetsu?โฆhe canโt know about this either, if thatโs what you are thinking about.โ
ย ย ย ย โGosetsu... he is gone.โ It still weighed heavy on her heart. After his loss, after nursing him back to health, seeing him broken at the supposed death of Tsuyu. But that bald head and the resolve carried on broad shoulders meant that there would be no talking him out of it. Had she shown that same resolve when leaving Sharlayan? Had her Grandfather?
ย ย ย ย โHe left. Became a monk. Chose to wander in an eternal pilgrimage.โ Her blue eyes settled on Yotsuyu, and there was an unexpected softness in them. Deep down, she was sorry.ย โHe is not in the Enclave, and I doubt that he will ever return to Doma. Broken men rarely return to where the hammer fell.โ
ย ย ย ย Urianger would be proud.
ย ย ย ย Alisaie sighed and shook her head, chasing the look of sympathy from her gaze.ย โBut what is most important is that the people do not see you. A primal in their midst... I can only imagine what distrust and hatred it would breed at such an inopportune time.โ As if there was ever an optimal time for civil unrest.
ย ย ย ย โAnd you should be accompanied when you leave. We do not want a repeatย incident of last time, now do we?โ
The Night of the Hunter (1955) Sentence Starters
Change pronouns as necessary
"It's a hard world for little things."
"I'm a strong tree with branches for many birds."
"I'm good for something in this world and I know it too."
"I can hear you whisperin' children, so I know you're down there."
"I can feel myself getting awful mad."
"I'm out of patience, children. I'm coming to find you now."
"A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit. Neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit. Wherefore by their fruits, ye shall know them."
"Can't I get that through your head, you poor, silly, disgusting little wretch?!"
"ย I promised myself that I'd never see the day when my young-uns had want."
"Child. You were looking for love, [name], in the only foolish way you knew how."
"Children are man at his strongest. They abide."
"She'll be losing her mind to a tricky mouth and a full moon, and like as not, I'll be saddled with the consequences."
"I feel clean now. My whole body's just quivering with cleanness."
"Salvation is a last minute business."
"She'll not be back. I reckon I'm safe in promising you that."
"There's too many of them. I can't kill the world."
"A husband's one piece of store goods you never know 'til you get it home and take the paper off."
"Open that door, you spawn of the devil's own strumpet!"
"No, no! Don't you touch that, little lamb."
"Speak! Speak or I'll cut your throat and leave you to drip like a hog hung up in butcherin' time!"
"It's a mighty good man would go out of his way to bring a word of cheer to a grieving widow."
"Now just tell me. Where's the money hid?"
"Twenty-five wives, and he killed every last one of 'em."
"Here! Here! Take it back. Take it back."
"I don't want it. It's too much!"
"Lord, I am tired. Sometimes I wonder if you really understand."
"I tried to save her, but the devil wins sometimes. Can't nobody say I didn't do my best to save her."
"You know, when you're little, you have more endurance than God is ever to grant you again."
"Get your state troopers out here. I got something trapped in my barn."
"You tell me, you little wretch, or I'll tear your arm off!"
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Sword practice, Moravian College (formerly Moravian Female Seminary)
โ We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. โ
ย ย ย ย Alisae turned her head and spit blood, blue eyes alight with the fire that flowed through her veins. This man - this monsterย - spoke of suffering. There was no denying that he and his people had, indeed, suffered. However...
ย ย ย ย โYour agony... your pain... is no excuse for making others suffer!โ She rose shakily to her knees, glaring up at the hooded man.ย โWe sawย your demise! We know it! We felt that fire singe out skins! We heard your screams and cries! Gods, I would feel your wrath, your hurt, your anguish should such a thing happen to my own Sharlayan!
ย ย ย ย โBut making others experience your torment will not end it! Will not bring back your Utopia!โ Alisaie finally stood, chin raises, rapier gripped tightly in her left hand.
ย ย ย ย โI once believed Emet-Selch. I once believed in his pain, his sincerity changed through time and loss. I wanted to remember him. Remember hisย Amaurot. His hollow kingdom of castles without servants, of spires without end, of faceless bodies and places made from a fractured memory of glorious days! But you? You, who stand next to your God and yet forsake all he has given you in the name of a hollow dream? You, I despise!โ
โ My own personality has become a burden to me. โ
ย ย ย ย โWell, there are two ways to go about it all, then.โ
ย ย ย ย Sympathy was something Alisaie was normally quite good at. However, when one was surrounded by those who would drain it of her - and, alas, she would give every drop willingly - there came a time to steel her resolve. Now was that time.
ย ย ย ย โYou can let the burden weigh you down, or you can use it to become stronger. Like lifting weights. Before you know it, you would be like Gosetsu.โ