After much thought and consideration, I'm starting a club for select individuals.

Prerequisites:
-must have died
-must be willing to share story of death
-must now be alive, obviously

This club will be called...well, I'm open to suggestions!

The meetings will have punch and pie, of course.

I think that I might have gotten ahold of a bit too much sugar over the past few days. In between coffees and slurpees, and dessert items...I'm finding myself to be increasingly perky and bubbly. I've used more exclamation points than I ever did in my previous existance, just this morning while talking to others ( Read more... )

I don't believe I've ever seen the sky this color before. How very odd...
And the sounds coming from the streets below are very unsettling. One would swear that there were some kind of vicious fiends out on the loose...

Vergil?

Where are you? I need to speak with you. Its very urgent.

Things have gotten so slow and tedious, honestly. Thankfully, Vergil has provided me with a wonderful library of books I can spend days with. There isn't anything more relaxing than spending hours curled up in a large leather chair, reading about ancient civilizations or religions from other worlds ( Read more... )

A guardian is a very wonderful and useful thing to have.

Especially with Vergil always being busy with his business.

Now lonliness hopefully won't be a problem any longer.

Being in this place has given me much time to think. Too much time, most likely. Everyone seems to be in a scramble to find these portals to return home, but I am perfectly content to stay right where I am.

Vergil? I'd like for you to assist me in an...experiment of sorts. I need to test a theory to see exactly what I am.

I think I'm most certain that I'm most defenitely not in Spira, as I don't think its changed this much over the years.

I only wish I knew where I was now, however. At least the people in this area seem to be kind enough.

-All one can see is a closeup of Lenne's not-very-happy face.-

Things are not right. This is most defenitely not the farplane. And yet it is not Spira, either. There is something quite unsettling about all of this, and I think I know what it is. Shuyin. He is not here, with me. He had finally earned redemption and we had both gone to rest, but now ( Read more... )

I just found the most interesting little thing ( Read more... )

As I sit here and try to figure out where in Yevon's name I currently am, only one thought passes my mind.

I despise the Fayth and the Farplane.After all, its the Fayth's fault I'm in this place. I was resting, and I know that now I'm most certainly am not. And this new location most certainly isn't the Farplane ( Read more... )