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OOC: I shall do one of these posts then just in case.
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Another curious curse.
My robe has gained a pocket, full of cards.
And I have a hat, which says "Intrinsic Anguish of Unknown Extent and Endless Despair, Abyssal Woe of Perennial Contrition Club : President Since 10,000 BCE"
It is a hat with much writing on it, and I do not seem to be able to remove it from my head.
I am confused.
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That was....
An extremely strange curse. But curiously enjoyable.
Have all survived intact?
[[ooc: Utterly bewildered at the idea of having A) A real, if dysfunctional family and B)Alexiel, for a day. You all are made of win and awesome for yesterday.]] -
[[Accidental Voice Post]]
Hey...has anyone seen my mansion?
[[muttering]]
I wake up in a garden, no idea where I am, no memory of how I got here. Well, jeez, at least it must have been a good night....
[[click...]]
[[ooc:For the duration of the Soap Opera curse, Uriel thinks he is a flirtatious playboy millionnaire by the name of Paulie Heartsen. As far as he is ( Read more... ) -
Water is not of my Sephirah.
Nay, but I wish that it were: The glistening of pearls, the myriad colours of fish, the gentle waving of the anemones. I have sat in this tree this past day watching it all. Splendour, thy name is sea.
But after this, I greet my garden again with love.
Private to VimesCommander Vimes, now that the water has seceded and there is a brief lull, I ( Read more... ) -
I ate nothing
Nor would I do so. What need have I to know your secrets?
And any who have eaten anything with my name: Speak it to all if you will. There is nothing I would not speak aloud if asked. I am justice. I have no fear of the truth. -
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I was.
And then I was not.
And now I am again.
I remember sudden pain.
And then I was not.
And now I am again.
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Something is afoot, something martial,
There are vibrations in the city's pattern of a kind I do not recognise. The great principle of survival of the strongest, the urge to destroy, to be victorious. It is nothing of Atziluth, or of Sheol, but relentless and unmerciful. Something deep, and ancient and terrible. Something as old as I ( Read more... ) -
It is dark.
And at the hour when the sun should rise, the moon shines bright in the sky against the nature of things. The air is full of glittering and a strange joy. A curse, but a harmless one, perchance ( Read more... ) -
Hail, citizens. I hope this day finds ye better than the last.
I would have spoken before now, but alas have spent this last day in corvid form. It was a new thing to see with the eyes of a bird, the colours brighter and the world a larger place, but I could not use the network with beak alone, and thus have had converse with no-one ( Read more... )