Past | Kimiko.
Present | 17
Steal | Procrastinating
Scorn | Procrastination
Thought |

Past | Kamini.
Present | Being Dead.
Steal | Too many to list.
Scorn | Exams and FY
Thought |



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/Star-struck/

Still very cute, though.

Very cute.

Kam
Stalked the night on [07:16 p.m.] at [Tuesday, June 15, 2004]

/Chrno Crusade Anime/

Phft.

Manga still better.

[Eidt: and on a completely different note: Now you can get all your favourite quotes from HP3 in audio! Yes, right now I am playing that 'married couple' thing over and over again............ *sounds of giggling in the distance*]

Kam
Stalked the night on [12:45 p.m.] at [Monday, June 14, 2004]

/Wizard of Wind and Wave/

Ah, I've finished Stormwarden! *cheers* It's spiffy: I love the characterisation; Taen is a nifty female protagonist, which is odd cause I normally can't stand female characters. Her brother Emien is a sufficiently tragically flawed character whom I see the beginnings of Lysaer in. And Jaric makes me laugh to no end - ever wondered how a bish would actually react to his physique in real life? Look no further!

And damnit that Stormfalcon is cool!

Uh, anyway. I've finally got my hands on the rest of CC 'volume 08.' I'm still mourning; apparently the anime's come to an end too. Not that I would know, seeing as I abandoned that piece of crap before it screwed up my perspective of CC permanently. *starts sobbing again*

Meanwhile; I really have to stop procrastinating and finish my chemistry assignment.

*runs off with Anskiere in her fangirl head*

Kam
Stalked the night on [05:55 p.m.] at [Sunday, June 13, 2004]

/Fandom Blows/

I mean! Hyphen's gone! Canis drifted away too and I've just discovered that not only did Rage Point; the girl who did that awfully traumatic but fantastic AU fic- On Moonlight's Leash; shake off her Rowling obsession like a wet dog, but she deleted EVERYONE of her fics! IT'S ALL GONE!!! No more OML, how horrible is that?

Kam
Stalked the night on [09:24 p.m.] at [Thursday, June 10, 2004]

/SCOOP: Puppy Love Immortalised!/

Die, David Thewlis, die. And the stupid nitwit who designed that godawful 'werewolf.'

Meanwhile, I'll be over here, stroking my little Gary Oldman icon. *croons*

Kam
Stalked the night on [05:03 p.m.] at [Thursday, June 10, 2004]

/*reads*/

*gasp*. Have actually been asked to beta-read someone's writing. When I'm on the writers forum I usually just enjoy thrashing it out to helpless newbies who have no sense of tense. Its all rather fun actually. Especially when they bite your head off afterwards. But anyway~

Not sure about... (Am so bad with these terms ._.) the personification of the sun. Maybe 'itself' instead? First sentence of the second paragraph is a bit wordy. Maybe shove a semicolon in there somewhere or break it up into two sentences. Your forgot to spell out '4' too. Also, the inclusion of “I” in the 3rd person perspective was a bit odd. It was like this disembodied voice spoke out of nowhere. It pops up again in the latter bit too, with this section:

Yes, eight years of sailing and still not used to the rolling, and tumbling and the swirling and the spinning and the-

‘Yes, yes, I get the point!’

It has a slight tendency to give it a farce-like quality where the narrative voice actually interacts with the character and descriptions. Which could be good or bad depending on what type of reaction you want from the reader. Personally I found that at times it distracted a bit from what was going on.

It sounds remarkably a lot like a wooden ladle hitting a metal pot repetitively.

Tense-shift. Should probably be 'sounded' instead of 'sounds'.

There was a little wisp of black hair that peeked out from its hiding place.

Something irked me about that sentence and I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe because the 'hiding place' isn't made very clear, so It gives a mental picture which is a tad too vague.

Can a clenched fist looked annoyed? But then again it's more one of the idiosyncratic elements of your writing style, so after a while it starts to slide into normality. And the “Whoa. Bed hair” bit as well ;D. Not entirely sure on some of the more minor points of punctuation in the dialogue though.

“I lost count.’ Another absentminded rub on the head, ‘But I suppose fifty is pretty close to it.’

Might be this instead:

“I lost count,’ another absentminded rub on the head, ‘But I suppose fifty is pretty close to it.’

At least... I think that's how it works. Must admit I've never been much of a grammar whore ._.. You probably don't need to bother with those minor grammatical points though. It's not as if they affect the story.

He was short; dark skinned and was hired from a tribe of desert men.

Not sure of you need the semicolon there... well, not with the 'and was hired' – otherwise it sounds slightly awkward. A comma or two might work better.

Dakar nodded. The distance and the salt water made it difficult for Arithon to know exactly what she was feeling.

That probably made more sense to you while writing it than it did to me while reading it. For a second I thought 'she' was a typo. I can understand in theory what the sentence is on about, but that's because I'm slightly familiar with the characters. Someone else might have trouble understanding what you mean with that last sentence.

Bah. You realise the only thing I can really nitpick on this is the grammar. Blast you ;P. It feels so refreshing to read something well-written that isn't riddled with typos and bad grammar. So apart from those little discrepancies it was a most enjoyable read :D. The dialogue had a good natural flow and the descriptions, minor idiosyncratic quibbles aside, worked well and gave the whole thing a good uplifting and jovial tone. And the ending was just cute X3

P.S: Any more luck on the crossword?

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [05:41 p.m.] at [Monday, June 7, 2004]

/BITE ME! *runs in circles and trips over*/

On a side note; my jersey smells a little bit like your cat. It's not unpleasant or anything, it just... has this smell that reminds me of cats. I think it's our detergent - too strong. :P

Kimi; be a dear and beta-read for me, will you? Low suggested I should keep up my english skills by writing, so I thought I might as well do something fun.

Title: Dawn

It was morning over the uncharted bay, leagues away from the nearest shore on the main continent. The sun peeped over the horizon, as if debating whether the effort was really worth it, before pulling himself out of the water and into the sky. The stars faded in the coming dawn, merging with the purple, now pink, now brilliant yellow backdrop of the heavens. The ocean stirred gently in greeting and reflected the glory as tribute to the new day.

In the bay, anchored safely in the sheltered harbour, was a small fleet of brigantines, sails diligently stored away, the lines clear, and all rocking in time to the wash of the waves against the starboard side. The cry of gulls rang loud, but every deck was scrubbed clean of guano and debris. It was largely silent (well, as silent as you can get on a ship anyway) most of the crew still asleep in a well deserved break: there wasn’t all that much planned for today and the captain was feeling lenient.

There was a subtle banging echoing softly from one of the brigs, but it was the softness that comes from distance and several layers of wood. It probably wasn’t very soft where the sound originated from. In fact, I’d say it was driving the nearest ear absolutely insane. It sounds remarkably a lot like a wooden ladle hitting a metal pot repetitively.

In actuality, it was. A small boy, about 4 years old, was doing just that. He was marching in time to his cacophony, shouting cheerily at the top of his lungs. It was, in fact, a birthday song he was singing – and I mean that in the most liberal of terms. The recipient of all this attention was nested away in his cot; blankets rucked up by his squirming and head tucked under a feather pillow. The clenched fists currently tearing themselves into the fabric of the pillow were tanned and slim, although they also appear to be very annoyed at the moment. There was a little wisp of black hair that peeked out from its hiding place.

The banging finally stopped as the boy finished his anthem. He beamed expectantly at the figure huddled on the mattress.

‘Do you like it?’ A queer accent, clear and well spoken.

‘No.’ A similar accent, but issued from a voice that was both elder and strangely melodious. A bleary eye, an irate curve of the lips, and a lift of an eyebrow. The boy was not daunted.

The grin on his face, if possible, went even wider. ‘Do you know what today is?’

‘No. I do not. You have not been singing it at me for the last half hour. Please, do inform me.’ Perhaps the speaker was unaware that children under eight are oblivious to sarcasm.

‘It’s someone’s birthday!’ The boy cheered with all the glee a four year old could muster and banged on his make-shift drum. ‘Dakar told us, but I was the only one who wanted to surprise you.’

‘Remind me to thank Dakar.’ The rest of the face emerged from beneath the pillow, slowly. The back of his hair stuck up at odd angles. Whoa. Bed hair. He yawned and scratched his head, before flatting the persistent locks with a few pats. ‘Epa, you really know how to make one’s day special. I now know why your parents named you as they did.’

The boy’s name was Epash; which meant, in the old tongue, ‘little gravel.’ He seemed extraordinarily proud of this fact.

‘How old are you, A? Dakar said you were fifty! But he must be lying, because Riel’s father is fifty and you look nothing like him.’ The boy clambered onto the berth, regardless of the occupant’s protests.

‘I don’t know.’ He was less annoyed now and more tolerant of his young companion’s actions.

Epa stared up in disbelief. ‘How can you not know how old you are?’

‘I lost count.’ Another absentminded rub on the head, ‘But I suppose fifty is pretty close to it.’

The boy blinked and swore. He received a whack around the head. Then he continued: ‘You can’t be fifty! You look just like my dad!’ He blinked again, ‘And how do you lose count of your age? I’ve never forgotten my age!’

‘I’ll ignore that comment about your dad.’ He yawned again. ‘Well, I don’t age as other people do. And I’ve forgotten how old I am because when you get to my age you tend to not care.’ He swung himself off the berth and adjusted the nightshirt which was hanging crookedly off his shoulders. ‘And now get out so I can change.’

The boy was evicted from the cabin without further comment. Which is not the same as saying he went out without complaints.

-

There were six of them in total. They varied in age from two years to eight. These were the children born after the evacuation from the mainland and they were the pride of the fleet. They were the future; a new generation of clans, the ocean ran in their veins. (Arr, me hearties)

And five of them were waiting in the kitchen when he went down to breakfast. The smallest was still asleep; dawn being far too challenging a task for one so young.

On opening the door, Arithon was greeted with two hugs, three shouts of joy, two shouts of happy birthday, one grunt, three steamers made of someone’s shirt laces and one handkerchief in the face. It was clean, thankfully.

The odd little man, who served as the ship’s cook, was also there. In fact, if you were observant, you might’ve guessed it was he who grunted. And threw the handkerchief. He was short; dark skinned and was hired from a tribe of desert men. He was also, very, very talented with the spices; a skill of upmost importance when it comes to cooking on a ship.

And he wouldn’t have trusted those kids near his kitchen by themselves with a twenty foot pole. Which explains why the cake sitting on the wooden table was, in fact, edible.

It was lemon flavoured. Because, when you’re on a ship, leagues away from decent shopping, lemons are the only fruit in good supply. Arithon was aware of things like scurvy, having been brought up in the right background for this sort of thing. (He would also like to keep all his teeth, thank you very much.)

The eldest, Kai, presented him with a funny little contraption made of bits and pieces of shell on a leather thong; from all of us, she had said. It was a little while before he worked out that it was meant to be a bracelet. Then it was more hugs from all five of them at once, and when Arithon had seated himself upright again it was time to roust out the crew.

-

Dakar was awake, strangely enough. He was aware of the commotion going on the kitchen, which was even odder yet. Eight and a half years of sailing had done a life time’s work on him. He was not drunk, (mainly because there was no alcohol in the vicinity), he was not whoring (mainly because all the women onboard were respectable clanswomen – i.e. they’ll killed him if he so much as looked at them), neither was he asleep. The last was due to him being far too busy throwing up what remained of his dinner over the railing. Yes, eight years of sailing and still not used to the rolling, and tumbling and the swirling and the spinning and the-

‘Yes, yes, I get the point!’

‘Sorry?’ Arithon had, evidently, managed to escape from youth’s clutches. He came to lean against the railing next to Dakar. ‘If it weren’t completely useless of me to do so, I would ask you if you were alright.’

‘I’m not.’ Dakar moaned.

‘I worked that part out for myself, yes.’ He fiddled with the peculiar fitting armlet around his wrist, an item which Dakar eyed in an amused manner.

‘Oh yes. How was your birthday surprise?’ He smirked, well aware of the racket in Arithon’s cabin, having planted it there himself.

Arithon wrote off that comment as unimportant.

They stood there, for a little while, an odd pair: one thin to the point of effeminate and the other still retaining evidence of slack living. The sun was going about his way now, rising with all the anticipation of a bright and sunny day in the tropics.

‘Eight years, Dakar.’

Dakar didn’t reply. He knew what was coming next.

‘I wonder what she’s doing now.’

Dakar shrugged. This was familiar territory. There was a pause. A pregnant pause, if I may say so myself. It was filled with a quiet inner search.

‘I think she’s sleeping.’

Dakar nodded. The distance and the salt water made it difficult for Arithon to know exactly what she was feeling.

‘And what about you? What do you miss?’

Dakar turned to look at his interrogator. This was not what usually followed. ‘Beer.’ There was another pause. Then he added; ‘And whores.’

Arithon smiled it off. ‘I know you better than that. Honestly, now.’

Dakar thought about it for a little bit longer. But not by much. ‘Solid ground.’

There was silence from both of them, but this meant nothing as the ship came alive around them with crew members spilling out of the hold like, well, rats from a sinking ship, if you’ll pardon the expression. It was impressive how they went about their tasks without a single comment from their captain, who was currently engaged in his own personal battles anyway.

Dakar was thinking. He was thinking: ‘It’s funny how one can continue to throw up even after there’s nothing left to hurl out.’ Then he was thinking: ‘I wonder what’s up with Arithon.’

Meanwhile Arithon was thinking: ‘Is it sailors or shepherds? Cause that sky’s pretty red.’ Then he was thinking: ‘Did Dakar really mean that? ‘Solid ground’? Pretty pathetic.’

And the day passed like that, nostalgic and highly uneventful.

Except at night when Dakar managed to get himself so inebriated on the wine Arithon brought out from his hidden cache that he fell overboard and had to be rescued.

They all had a good laugh. (Aside from Dakar who was quite miserable and very sober from his dunking.)

-fin

Note: I can think of at least five things that I've seriously screwed up along the way. Aside from the whole ship terminology thing, I am not going to learn all that just for some crappy four page fic!
And sorry if you wanted something along the lines of JannyWriting. Because the woman is Ath and heavens forbid I should so attempt to blaspheme and copy her writing style. (Besides, I can't. And neither am I the Almighty LCM who can do Smut!Fics with Plot!Somewhat *laughs*)
Technically, if it's only eight years, Arithon is nowhere near fifty. Maybe forty. But hey!
And gosh, I do love Dakar. *hugs*

Kam
Stalked the night on [03:01 p.m.] at [Monday, June 7, 2004]

/Breaking the piggy bank once more/

And like the stupid fangirl I am, I couldn't resist.

So... should I bring it on monday? :P

Known Upcoming Stuff to Buy:
June: [Novel] Brilliance of the Moon - Tales Book 03 ($25)
June: [Manga] Plus Anima - Vol 08 ($12-13)
June: [Movie] Harry Potter 03 - Azbakan ($10)
July: [Novel] Child of Prophecy - Short Story ($25)
August: [Novel] Elegy For a Lost Star - Rhapsody Book 05 ($24)
August: [Manga] Chrono Crusade - Vol 02 ($14)
October: [Novel] Curse - Wars Book 01 ($25)
October: [Novel] Ships - Wars Book 02 ($25)
October: [Novel] Warhost - Wars Book 03 ($25)
November: [Novel] Traitor's Knot - Wars Book 07 ($50)
November: [Manga] Plus Anima - Vol 09 ($12-13)
Total: //$285
Estimated balance: -$135

Does anyone else feel 7h4 p41|\|?! *sighs* No more movies, I think.

Kam
Stalked the night on [05:46 p.m.] at [Sunday, June 6, 2004]

/Rolling up the ol' jaw again./

But TK more. :P

I should stop ranting about that.

I should.

But I CAN'T! I'm so estatic about the whole thing! Can you imagine a non-whingy Angst-boi?! A confident Arithon? One that's not guilt-wracked? And able to weld bloody death once more, except now he's determined not to do so? I have this horrible feeling that one day he'll be up against the Fellowship... I'd hate it if he'd have to fight Sethvir or /Asandir/ full out. I wonder who'd win, though; cause if it's magic wise, they'll wh00p his a$$ and wipe the floor with it. Of course, I can't imagine any of the Fellowship in a physical battle - aside from Davien.

Oh sorry! Went off in a rant again.

Kam
Stalked the night on [12:49 p.m.] at [Sunday, June 6, 2004]

/Kowai~/

Hmmm... interesting *wants next chapter*

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [07:10 p.m.] at [Saturday, June 5, 2004]

/*Yawns*/

I'm pretty sure they're not the book characters, although from what little I've read of the comic; it sounds like a cheap rip-off parody of the opening.

I think Anima 8 isn't in yet. If you go and check and it's still not there; could you order it in for me? :)

Kam
Stalked the night on [11:58 a.m.] at [Saturday, June 5, 2004]

/Ooooh.../

Oooh! I found something else on that FTP server which you might be interested in. "Howl's Moving Castle Image Album". I'm downloading it now. It sounds like an orchestrated acompanyment to the book or something, with ten long-ish (5 minutes or so) tracks. I'll tell you if it's any good when it's finished~ [update on that] It's composed by Joe Hisaishi, the dude who did the Ghibli Studio stuff. Maybe it's a prelude to the Movie Soundtrack or something.

*busily scribbles down a plot outline for the thing-that-will-be-finished*. I tried it once before... lets I hope I don't get bored halfway through again ._.

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [11:23 p.m.] at [Friday, June 4, 2004]

/*halts in her mindless websurfing* *cracks up with laughter*/

Ah yes, could you check for me when you go? I don't think I'll bother ringing. And nah, I'm so not interested in CC anime anymore. I've left the anime fandom officially. Oh yess, when you go also check if the translated CC volume 1 has arrived in Kino! :P

Kam
Stalked the night on [08:37 p.m.] at [Friday, June 4, 2004]

/*thinks some more*/

(*gnaws on FTP server to let her in so she can download the rest of the Wolf's Rain 2nd OST.* While I'm at it, do you want the Chrono Crusade OST? I saw it somewhere there amongst all the game soundtracks)

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [08:21 p.m.] at [Friday, June 4, 2004]

/*also thinks*/

Kam
Stalked the night on [08:13 p.m.] at [Friday, June 4, 2004]

/*thinks*/

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [05:09 p.m.] at [Friday, June 4, 2004]

/Question for Kimi/

Kam
Stalked the night on [02:17 p.m.] at [Friday, June 4, 2004]

/I am a hat!/

I am a Bowler Hat.
I'm very proper, often politically correct, precise and dapper. I generally look down on the masses, but I usually try not to let it show. (If I was not a Bowler hat I would be a translucent Visor: something of a gambler, but generally a wise one - I only gamble if I expect to win. A negative aspect of this is that people tend to shy away from playing with me.)

What Sort of Hat Are You?

Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.

I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. (If I didn't taste like Tea I would be Vanilla: one of the most popular flavours in the world. Subtle and smooth, I go reasonably with anyone, and rarely do anything to offend. I can be expected to be blending in in society.)

What Flavour Are You?

Why do I get stuck with all the english things? o_O. Gentle? Ha! Um... yeah. Because randomness 0wnz j00~ *reads that character post again*. Wah. Now I sound cruel to my main-ish character. It's not my fault actually it probably is I didn't make you as cool as other people. And now I must study for English ._.

[edit] Holy crap... I was looking up some info on the Truman Show for suplementary material, and I find a site which purports that aliens live on earth and want to turn us into cows as part of some great galactic space-bargain with this race who are using Venus and Mars as military bases (or something like that... It's really very strange. The thing was like, 50 frikkin pages or something! It was quite scary). If it wasn't so serious it would be utterly hillarious.

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [08:42 p.m.] at [Thursday, June 3, 2004]

/End of the Road/

OMG!

So... does he come back? Did Rosette die without meeting him again? Is Aion dead? WAI!

He left her! He told her he loved her and then left!!!

*weeping*

Kam
Stalked the night on [01:23 p.m.] at [Thursday, June 3, 2004]

/Elizabeth Haydon Book Fetish/

I'm still a tad obssessed about the whole Elizabeth Haydon thing. So bear with me while I rant.

I heard Rhapsody: Child of Blood is being turned into a movie (started before RotK: so I assume it is nearly done). Now, I'm not enough of a fan to start screaming over the horror, (yet) but this does bring some... interesting questions in mind. You'd be very hard pressed to find anyone of Achmed's... uh... physique, because most decent actors these days are choosen from a certain level of physical appeal.

Which is just /wrong/.

Not that I would mind too much if they did decide to fuck the descriptions and go with someone hot. I might be a little... miffed, but not particularly angry. *laughs in an embarassed manner*

And on another note; how come none of her fans seem to be all that fond of Threshold? I mean, damnit, that story made me depressed for /yonks/. Just thinking about it is making me depressed! And Anais is so darn /hot/

Anais: Why thank you!

if you don't mind me saying so. He's like a glorified version of Tolkien's elves

Anais: Excuse me; I am not an elf!

without the singing. And the pansy prancing across snow.

Anais: Just because you haven't heard me, it doesn't mean I don't sing! I am a Lirin!

Eat that Legolas! In yer face! In yer face!

Anais: Yeah! In yer face!

And I love Hector too. This Hector. You know, I'm leeching onto three Hectors, how creepy is that? If I were a less controlled fangirl I would start dropping slash all over the place; simply becuase I could see it, but I don't believe in it.

Anais: *blinks* What was that? Did you cross out something?

Um. Yeah.

Kam
Stalked the night on [08:32 p.m.] at [Wednesday, June 2, 2004]

/Spiffy music/

Tales of Symphonia OST
It's alright. Probably not one of Sakuraba's best. It sas some memorable songs, however, like "The Law of Battle", "Mitos", "Walking on Tethe Alla" and "spirits Whisper" (amongst others.. it's 4 discs long). It's not very... sweeping though. It has a tendency to remind me of SNES midi's on occasion.

Tales of Phantasia PSX version OST
*clings* I've been trying to find that for a while. Ah, orchestrated nostalgia. Some realy nice songs there, like "Ressurection", "Forest of the Treant", "Midgard" and "Freeze", amongst others. Never realised how cool Mint's theme was before either. I like it better overall than Symphonia anyway.

Baten Kaitos
Another one by Motoi Sakuraba. I lurve this soundtrack right now. Has some really interesting pieces and nice, dramatic orchestral ones. They have some strange names though... like "To the White Peach Fragrant Afterlife Banquet". I like that song though. Served as perfect inspiration for my English major. Also snagging Final Fantasy Tactics right now, and I'm getting Valkyrie Profile after that. Total song count: 262 XD

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [06:59 p.m.] at [Wednesday, June 2, 2004]

/Hammering the nail in the procrastinative coffin/

You know, I've sometimes wondered if any of my characters would be accounted leechable. Funnily enough I don't even like my main-ish character aaaall that much. He's just kind of... there. I'll have to rectify that to some degree. The side characters are so much more leechable and interesting though. Like Kathan and whore-boi Mika (who has too many names)... ._.; Every time that newfound nick-name pops up in my head I can't help but grin and twitch. It's so.. stupid... But the plot element sticks nevertheless. Am going to relish in writing certain scenes, however. Hehe XD. But don't get any strange ideas hell knows I have enough running around. I have something else in mind. Not that the blasted thing will be finished for about another five years or something. *laments over her under developed characters*

No school tomorrow~ w00tage for lack of government funding to teachers. Have... oh so much crap to do (Art, English, English, Modern). I feel the noose of procrastination lessening in its hold. Maybe. Spent all afternoon doing work! *gasp*. But honestly, I'l slap myself if I procrastinate tomorrow. Time to work! There would be nothing worse than to look back on these days and say 'If only I had worked harder'. Because procrastination always bites you in the ass only after you've indulged in it.

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [11:14 p.m.] at [Tuesday, June 1, 2004]

/No; the last one; I swear!/

Kam
Stalked the night on [05:37 p.m.] at [Tuesday, June 1, 2004]

/Last One/

Honestly; I don't know what they're complaining about; those whingy pretty boys (with the exception of one). The Harem is such a misnomer; it's more of a highly established bachelor party. They've all got there own rooms and I never force them to do anything they don't want to! I mean; some people I know put them in /cages/ and force 'em to do... well, you know, acts of gratuitous sexwotnot. One day I'll show you insides more carefully; it's really quite a nice little mansion. I admit there is the slight chance of a stampede occasionally, but they're all used to it. Have you seen Arithon flee from fangirlssprint before? It's quite amazing.

This is really a most unique way of reviewing a book. It's the last one, I promise!

Lujan: Why do you bother anyway?
Achmed: Bother with what?
Lujan: *sniggers* You're obviously one lovesick little puppy.
Achmed: I am not! *frowns* I'm- just- attempting to escape- that's all!
John: I get it now; you're going for the sappy routine!
Arakasi: It won't work, really. Take it from me.
Lujan: She won't fall for that sudden change of heart thing.
Anais: Dying will only glorify you in her eyes.
John: And changing your preference in the bed chamber will possibly make her love you even more.
*awkward silence, followed by twitching from the others*
John: *flushes* Or maybe I shouldn't have said that...
Lujan: *ignoring him* And as for angst...
*everybody looks directly at Arithon, who waves back nervously*
Anais: And you get that.
Achmed: So... is there any sure way of getting out of here?
Anais: Haven't found one yet, all the ones who did have never returned to tell.
Arakasi: The love-starved thing you had going seemed to be working a little while ago; I heard The Mistress throwing a tantrum upstairs.
Arithon: If you really want to get out of here, just start acting like that Ashe character. She seems to really loathe him.
Achmed: /Hrekin/. Not even freedom is worth that sort of degradation.

I feel like yelling hrekin myself. Ashe is such a tedious character; I was skimming through half his yabbering (love this love that... ah shut yer trap!) I am still undecided about Raps, she's a pretty mediocre sort of character. I do love Grunthor to death though; he's so cuddly for a seven foot green monster with tusks.
As for Achmed... alot better that the second book: I so love that scene where they steal the slaves; I can imagine Omet being picked up from his hidden spot and startling at the sudden increase in body count on the floor. He is, however, still not as cool as Arakasi. (His name's sort of dorky too. :P)

Yatta! I've got meh 'ands on /Stormwarden/! I've wanted to read that for ages ever since I saw it in the bookshop and decided that this Anskiere person was spiffy sounding! But only the first one...

That's right; remember how I lent The Chocoholic Assassin’s Apprentice? Hehe, she's hooked! She's gone to borrow the second one without my prodding. I'm telling you; I'm way too good at the game! :P That's Kam-2; EveryoneElse-0

Kam
Stalked the night on [06:47 p.m.] at [Monday, May 31, 2004]

/Crappy socks/

I feel like I'm coming down with some kind of sickness ._.. Maybe a sore throat or something. Ugh, blah. Have modern speech tomorrow (maybe). Not finished yet *laments*. Just have to finish off the consolidation of Bolshevik power after the Civil War. And write up a one page summary. And prepare the damn speech. It can't be that hard, can it?

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [11:42 p.m.] at [Sunday, May 30, 2004]

/Oh gods/

Lujan: Well done. Keep this up and she'll kick you out of The Harem.
Achmed: You can thank Rhapsody for that.

Farking hell, wtf was that?!

Kam
Stalked the night on [12:34 a.m.] at [Sunday, May 30, 2004]

/Oh the smut.../

When Massachusetts became the first American state to allow gay marriage, Craig Kilborn joked on his Late Late Show, "Last weekend, thousands of gay men asked themselves the same soul-searching question: Do I get married, or see Brad Pitt half-naked in Troy?"

*sniggers*

Troy seems to have become a new catalyst for hordes of, erm... slashy fans. Why can't people leave myths well enough alone? Homer would be rolling around in his grave at all the crap that's being spouted from deranged minds in lieu of a smutty fanfic. I mean, I was looking over the threads in the Gaia writers forum, and someone wanted inspiration for a Troy fic about Paris/Hector........

I mean... what the fuck? *gags*

For the love of all things good, why? Leave the incest to Caligula and Oedipus, and the homosexuality to those who were at least questionably gay. Ugh. Slash annoys me sometimes. Or rather, fangirls propencity for improbable slash annoys me. If you want smut, write an original fic or something. Leave the poor historical figures alone~ >.<

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [05:59 p.m.] at [Saturday, May 29, 2004]

//

Very confusing...

Lujan: The Mistress doesn't usually allow us to wear so many layers of clothing.
John: She likes skin.
Arakasi: A lot of skin.

*snorts with laughter* Bah, that made me crack up XD. I'm not sure if I harbour a Harem quite so interesting as yours. I have enough people running around being chased by plot-bunnies. I'm not sure what they fear more those or the products of my deranged mind which often get inflicted upon them before I drift off to sleep. I come up with some whacked-up plot ideas sometimes. Although maybe that's the bunnies talking. I got over that subject of chat-room rantage and general twitching however. The more I thought about it (eeep) the more it didn't work (for obvious reasons, really). It was definitely the plot bunnies talking in that one...

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [10:27 a.m.] at [Saturday, May 29, 2004]

/The Harem/

Makes you wonder... really.

[RANT Warning]

Lujan: Who's that? *points further away in the darkness where a body has been rather unceremoniously dumped*
Anais: It's not dead, is it?
John: Can't be, she never kills the first timers.
Arakasi: *exchanges glances with Arithon* Usually.
John: No wait, he's getting up. Oh and now he's standing around looking confused. *mutters: Now don't we all remember that?*
Lujan: Right, someone go and rescue him.
*silence*
Lujan: Well, don't all shout at once.
*silence*
Lujan: That's it! You, new boy! Go fetch him! *shoves Anais in general direction*
Anais: What? Why me?
Arakasi: Because you're expendable.
John: We're an established tourist attraction.
Lujan: And you're not.
Anais: *looks at Arithon who seems to be the most compassionate out of the bunch*
Arithon: *shrugs in a resigned manner*
Anais: Bastards, the lot of you. *wanders over the figure now staring warily in his direction* Hullo there!
Masked Man: You're Lirin.
Anais: *brightens up considerably* From my dimension! That's wonderful although admittedly mayhap not in the long run. Do you have a name?
Masked Man: *eyes him cautiously* And you are?
Anais: Oh, can't you read the script going up? I am Anais and my friends over there would love to meet... *gestures half-heartedly* you...? *ushers the man over to where the rest of the group are standing*
Lujan: Hey!
Anais: This is... what did you say your name was again?
Masked Man: I didn't.
John: What's with the getup?
Masked Man: *raises an eyebrow*
Lujan: The Mistress doesn't usually allow us to wear so many layers of clothing.
John: She likes skin.
Arakasi: A lot of skin.
Arithon: *shivers*
John: *pats him on the shoulder* There, there, old fellow. You're safe.
Arakasi: For now.
Lujan: *glares at Arakasi*
Arakasi: *innocently* Yes, Lujan?
Anais: *whispers to the Masked Man* Arithon been here since forever... he's a tad traumatized.
Lujan: But seriously, why are you all masked and hooded like that? More importantly, how come you get that privilege? I mean, how long does she think a guy can sustain a six pack in a freezing gale?!
Arakasi: *looks over at Lujan* What six pack?
Anais: But there really is no reason to hide, here, under that mask. The Mistress is very selective, you know. You were chosen for a reason.
John: And it's very nearly always physical.
Masked Man: Somehow, I think differently this time.
Lujan: Ah, just take it off.
Masked Man: *shrugs* You asked. *pulls off the hood and face covering*
*Everybody twitches. Despite having seen some pretty nasty things in their life, it's nothing compared to the monstrosity hidden under black*
John: Ye gods, man! What on earth happened to you?
Arakasi: *kicks Lujan before he says something along the lines of: 'aargh aargh put it back put it back for the love of the empire put it back'*
UnMasked Man: *shrugs*
Anais: Are you... Dhracian? But you don't... Well, I've never...
Masked Man: *shrugs*
Lujan: *hopping on one foot* Well, makes one wonder what you're doing here! This is known as The Harem, after all. I think you might have a chance of escaping.
Masked Man: Escaping? Where is this place? One minute I'm standing in my castle, and next, I’ve been dumped on my face.
Arakasi: Been there, done that.
Arithon *rolls eyes at the mention of 'my castle'*
Anais: You're a king?
Masked Man: You could say that.
Arakasi: *kicks Lujan before he says something along the lines of: 'if the kings look like that then I don't want to know what the women are like'*
John: So... why then, are you here?
Arithon: *points*
*everyone eyes the robe, which seems to blur the edges of one's eyesight; so that there was no clear distinction between the shadow behind him and the actual body of the stranger*
Lujan: *still hopping* The shadow.
Arakasi: Gets them every time.
John: That explains everything, then. It's the movement.
Anais: Well, my friend. I am sorry, but it does looks like you're here to stay.
Arithon: What's your name?
Achmed: *sighs* Achmed the Snake.

How can someone be so cool but have been whacked so badly over the head with the Ugly Stick?!

Kam
Stalked the night on [12:57 a.m.] at [Saturday, May 29, 2004]

/Wai~! *o*/

My luverly set of Tales of Symphonia Trading Figures now sits proudly on my desk. Albeit it's somewhat cluttered looking now, but I managed to distribute the spiffyness evenly. I missed out on the alternate versions of Presea and Zelos though ('snif' I wanted the one where he was holding a bouquet of roses. Hehe XD). But they're so cool~ I wish I'd done this with the ToP ones; getting a whole box. It would have saved a lot of bother, and then I'd have the whole set. Of course, now I have an empty ToS box filled with yet more empty boxes. Maybe I can put things in it...

Dramatic lighting 0wnz j00. Also with Mint from ToP because.. well... I dunno. They're two of my favourite figures and they have similar colour schemes ;P. And I didn't wan tto stick Mint all the way up the top. Zelos's cast is really nice as well though. He's got such a spiffy outfit~

Lloyd has one of the cooler alternate costume thingies. Those swords are see-through plastic~ Spiffy. And they actually do stand up-right without the base. Well, some of them- Collet is really top-heavy. I was surprised that Shiina's furry creature doesn't attach to the base of her thing. It just sits there. Not sure what I'll do with the spares. They'll clutter things up if I put them on the shelf as well. Behold, the whole collection (crappily shot) clustered around my newly-themed desktop. Because colour co-ordination is cool~

And a close-up of Lloyd because getting that digi to focus properly is a bitch.

~Kimi
Stalked the night on [12:05 a.m.] at [Saturday, May 29, 2004]