[There's nothing written, and nothing to indicate who's doing it (except perhaps those that know him extremely well).

Just streaks of color. Mostly yellows and blues. There's no real direction to them, as a line goes this way, another starts that way, different shades, like perhaps someone's trying to find just the right colors. Paints, ( Read more... )

Home is a nice thought, but it's still out of our grasp.

I hope this weather lasts. Even if it proves to be a hindrance to some.

I suppose I ought to let people on patrol know that I've taken over Sonic's nightly duties for the time being in case they haven't noticed yet/care to know. It's better than doing very little.

And yet I still find myself awake during the daylight hours. (Not that daylight lasts very long anymore.) At least it's given me more time to read.

I'm beginning to feel it. A sort of...restlessness. Something like a claustrophobia. This place at times feels simply too small ( Read more... )

[Shadow's been unconscious (in his own room; thanks, Sonic) ever since the battle. Yes, that many days ago. But lo, life stirs! Slowly. He's, well, he's still recovering his strength, but. :\ He can at least swipe his journal off the nightstand and flip it open.]

...Well. At least I'm not dead. Unless this is what people typically refer to as

Two days to rid the village of 300, at full strength?

Tch. Child's play.

[The sound of something almost electric fizzles through the journal.] It's good to be back. Just don't get in my way!

Elisha
Eliseus?
Jacob John Elisha

In any event, why mourn such a man? Was he a friend to any of you? I realize some fools thought him an ally, but I highly doubt he was more.

I am curious as to how many have witnessed death. Not that you witnessed much--clearly we were spared the details.

Whatever it is, no, I will not. Don't make me get a blindfold and earplugs.

...Hn. Might as well try: STOP SUGGESTING FOOLISH, CHILDISH THINGS.

See if that works any.

[Oh yeah, he's affected, of course; a little resistant, maybe, but... And he? He is avoiding the hectic village and chillaxing by the lake instead, dipping his feet in the

[It is a god damn heat wave. Now, it's not that Shadow can't stand the heat, because he can, but honestly, it's fucking hot out, and he's made of black and furSo what does a grumpyhog do on a lazy Sunday during a heatwave? Sit in a tree reading a book, of course. Hey, he's not Sonic, he doesn't mind being inactive sometimes ( Read more... )