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How's My Driving?
Here lies a centralized place for any comments/questions/critiques/suggestions for me as to how I play Jenova.
Everything and anything's fair game, I just ask three things:
1) Please don't just use this as an opportunity to slag me off and spew vitriol at me. I've heard it all before, it doesn't impress me. Reasonable spelling and grammar is also ( Read more... ) -
[Accidental Voice] 013
(backdated to a couple hours after this)
[the journal cuts into a sequence of quiet murmurs--Luceti auto-translate might not be working completely up to speed because most of what can be heard is a blur of languages spilling from one to another...
then it stops abruptly before getting louder, quick, not panicked but shocked-startled-surprised]"-- ( Read more... ) -
[Voice] 012
Darkness falling.
Lost?
Not anymore.
[Mama's taking a nap in a coma and gone dormant. All the better to reorganize herself. Martel, Yazoo, you know where she is and you're welcome to poke at her... but you'll just find she's standing still and completely unresponsive, anchored to the ground with her creepy red coral.] -
[Accidental voice] 011
[Jenova's voice cuts in abruptly mid-sentence]--take me, lose too much of me, what left is there here? Shells and sycophants, still wandering the confines and will not silence themselves, why? why? This is not right. The knowledge of thousands and millions, eternities and Planets lost in the dark-black-other, so many of them sing in my mind and ( Read more... ) -
[Voice// Action] 010
[If you'd been anywhere near the border this past week, you may have heard, and seen, a loud ruckus caused by one seriously not-happy alien mama. Sephiroth disappeared just as she was beginning to latch back onto his mind again, and having him suddenly torn from her grasp--no, that hasn't made her happy ( Read more... ) -
[Voice] 009
[wistfully]
Meteor...
Ah, my dark-jet-black treasure, would that I had you now. -
[Accidental Voice] 008
[voice; melancholy]
TAKEN.
Lost, lost, a segment of self broken off when it has taken so long, so long to gather all together again what was once broken-dispersed-scattered. Time moves so slow here; seconds, minutes, millennia, one so like another. I cannot... I cannot...
The wound closes. What was Lifestream is now mine. My knowledge, my ( Read more... ) -
[Voice // Action] 007
[Here come the sounds of delighted laughter. Mama's got her powers back, and she's out near the treeline, levitating in the air, her form rippling from one appearance to the next.]
Yessss.... yes, this is how things should be! -
[Voice] 006
[wistfully]
How far-fast-high can your wings fly? -
[Accidental Voice] 005
Pain.
Pain of the mind, of body, of soul, of shape NO MORE of flesh of bone no no not now not like this not like--
Fear and fear and pain and worry. You shall not have them MINE they are of me mine no.
Then the lightning burning--physical overtaking mental STOP rushing past me through me hurting, burning, burning
--So close. No. No.
[And for ( Read more... )