Wednesday, April 20, 2005

   Teeth of wisdom
My brother got his wisdom teeth out today. He came home with blood streaming from his mouth O.O I had to watch him while my mom went shopping, apparently all those drugs can do weird things to you so I had to make sure he didn't do anything... well... you know...
Other than that, I watched the first four episodes of Cardcaptor Sakura (again, borrowed from my friend... what would I do without her?) and I thought it was fairly amusing. Sakura is such a sweet person!! A direct opposite to me in more ways than I can count, though. Anyway, what sort of bothered me-- or I guess I just found it interesting-- was that all the clow cards were in english and apparently random english words were thrown in here or there (I was watching the "origonal uncut Japanese" version, in Japanese). It was kind of amusing. Right now I've borrowed the next four episodes to watch as soon as I can ^_^
Other than that, I watched Rem Saverem (the Trigun episode) with Vash and Knives when they still have long hair... I love that episode. It's so *gasp* INSPIRING!!
Okay now that you all think I'm a freak I have to go back to watching my bro. It's really too bad that he just lost the only wisdom he ever had (*evil laugh*)
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   Story...
Well, that's the end of chapter 2!! I think I might take a break from story for a day or so before I post chapter 3. If you're twiddling your thumb and yahning don't worry; the action will start to pick up now that a lot of introduction is over ^_^
(Oh yeah, don't forget to leave a comment please!!)
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   Chapter 2: Falamarana (part 4)
Fala stepped outside, and had to delete the picture from her mind.
Welding was nothing like a school. It looked more like a neighborhood, surrounded by a huge, red brick wall. In the middle was the largest building, with a tower on one side. A few of the huts were larger than others. Some were taller, round, or very colorful. The whole place was strangely deserted, empty of life except a few lonely doves, cooing to themselves upon the multi-colored rooftops.
“C’mon,” Blues said. He didn’t seem very surprised at Welding; obviously, he had been there before. He ran dutifully to the nearest section to the wall.
“Where is everyone?” Fala questioned, slowly following.
“Home. Summer Break. But not for long,” Blues shot her a glance. “School’s starting in a couple weeks.”
“Yeah, okay…”
“You’ll be going, too.” It wasn’t a question.
“What?! But… I don’t know magic!”
“Well--” Blues flicked his right hand, and was suddenly holding a black wand. Fala was so surprised by this move that she, literally, sprung back three feet. “—someone’s gonna hafta teach ya.”
“Ahhh…”
“Relax! I’m sure we’ll get you to catch up in time!” he exclaimed.
“You’ll teach me—“
“I never said that!” Blues started, blushing around the edges. But he had to rethink quickly, before he answered: “Although I do think that is what will happen.”
For a second, their eyes met each other. They stared at each other, spellbound by something neither of them could explain. Finally, Fala broke the silence:
“How do we get out?” she asked stupidly. Blues’ face turned slightly pink and he looked away, embarrassed. Fala did her best to ignore it.
There were absolutely no doors in the wall as far as she could see. “Step back,” Blues ordered, raising his wand against the wall. Fala did as he asked. “It’ll be your first lesson. To get in and out of Welding, we do this.” Putting his wand to the wall, he pulled it down to the grass, never leaving the surface. Then, he backed away and he drew a archway in the air. At the joining point, he held his wand still until the wall simply disappeared. Blues slipped his wand back up his sleeve, and he walked through the arch as if he did it every day. After a moment of hesitation, Fala ran through after him. Once she was outside, the wall reappeared.
They faced a little town, separated from them by a clearing. It took her a while to sort out the many family-neighborhoods of houses.
“Welcome,” Blues said, “to WillowWind. The city of the Wind-mage.”
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Hehehe a doorknob!! That's me!!!

Crazy Yu Yu Hakusho Sleepover! by blueberrymuffin
Favorite Yu Yu Hakusho Male?
Username?
Lucky number?
Favorite yu yu hakusho female?
You slept at/in...	Hanging Neck Island
You got dared to...	hug a keyboard
You dared...	Yusuke
To...	To travel to Venus and come back with souvenirs for you & the remainder of the YYH gang
Keiko slapped Yusuke when...	he inflated a beach ball.
Kurama sighed when...	Chu ran in asking for all their liquors.
Kuwabara yelped when...	You told him how he was dumber than a doorknob
How Crazy it was: 57%
Quiz created with MemeGen!

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   Nothing...
There isn't anything happening here. I stayed up until 2 this morning watch anime ^_^ which made me happy. I got to see Trigun and I haven't seen that in a long time. I also watched the second Inuyasha movie (also borrowed from my friend). It was okay, but the art was a bit different from the series (everyone's eyes were bigger) which annoyed me a little.
Other than that there isn't anything happening.
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   Chapter 2: Falamarana (part 3)
The walls of the hall were white, like the room she had just left. There were many other doors on the right-hand-side, making it look a lot like a hospital, but it lacked the strict stench of antibiotics.
She started to the only door on the left, which she guessed led to outside. But just then, the door next to her own opened. Out stepped a boy with frizzy brown hair and robes that were black and long-sleeved.
“Hello Blues,” she said as he also turned in the direction of the door at the end of the hall, not seeing her. Blues jumped, his right hand seeming to squirm up into the sleeve until he realized that there was no threat meant.
“W-who are you?” he asked, surprised.
“I’m Falamarana, but most people just call me Fala,” she answered, smiling kindly.
“Well, how d’you know my name?”
“You just pulled me out of that fire.”
“No, it can’t be. That was a bird.”
Fala suppressed a sigh. She knew how strange her answer would sound. “I was the bird.”
“But you’re a person now.”
“Yeah. I dunno, turning into an animal is not really a common talent, is it?”
Blues shook his head thoughtfully. Seeing that Fala was watching him, he continued. “You mean, you were a person to start with?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have mage-blood?”
“What?” Fala was taken aback: what kind of question was that? What was he talking about?
“She has much besides,” said a new voice. A short, long-legged man stepped into the hall. He was wearing orange robes, and had a youthful, smiling face with straight eyebrows that lined kindly, gray eyes. His hair was an odd blonde color; it seemed to have a slight green tinge to it.
“You…” Blues started. “I’ve seen you before somewhere...”
“I’m Predicus,” the man said, his eyes twinkling.
Blues’ face lit up in comprehension. “You’re the Welding Watcher,” he replied.
“I know I am,” said Predicus, smiling.
“What’s that?” Fala asked. This whole thing sounded very strange, indeed.
“Explain later, Blues. I’m in a hurry. Could you show Fala around a little? Go to the Three Walls before you do anything else. You can show her more in the morning.”
“Fala,” he continued, turning to her. “You might want to use Jet to send a letter to your parents, so they don’t worry. If they want to see you to be sure, tell them to send a time when they can come to visit.”
“Blues, I need a private word,” he added suddenly, beckoning toward the door of Blues’ room. As soon as it behind them, Fala pressed her ear against it.
Deep inside the room, she could hear Predicus speak.
“Fala is the Warden,” he said, in his cheerful way.
There was silence, then: “No way.”
“She has the Ring. The Legend is true.”
“Damn!” Blues exclaimed, surprised.
Fala didn’t hear anymore. She had suddenly noticed that she was eavesdropping, and that was not the right way to find out the truth. But she couldn’t stop her thoughts: so this had to do with a ring, but which? Fala never had a ring, besides the one around her ankle. If it was the one, why was it so important? She knew no more than that she held the title of the Warden.
Predicus left silently. Blues looked at her with curiosity, but he seemed shyer, also. After a minute of quiet, Fala finally managed to speak.
“So, what is a Welding Watcher?” she asked.
“Huh?” he started, caught off guard for a minute, his thoughts lost elsewhere. “Oh, Welding is a place where you learn to use magic.”
“So it’s like a school?”
“It is a school. Except on weekends, apprentices walk around in Welding and go to whatever lessons are available. The teachers are none other than some people from the village. Of course, there are certain requirements and that stuff. We’re actually in Welding right now.”
Fala imagined a large school building, with a bunch of classrooms with schedules on the doors. Kids walk down the halls in friend-groups, thinking and talking about the next class to go to. But magic... what’s up with that? Magic doesn’t exist. And who were apprentices? Was she going crazy?
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Monday, April 18, 2005

   .hack//sign
I just watched the first five episodes of .hack//sign that I borrowed from a friend. I really like it, but now I want to see more! How cool would it be if the World actually existed??!!
Tsukasa is also an interesting character... I want to like him, but there's something about him that just makes me want to knock some sense into him sometimes... pity isn't the right word either... I dunno... whatever...
Well, gotta get back to digging again. Oh yeah, don't forget to read my story before you leave my site ^_^ and leave a comment please.
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   Chapter 2: Falamarana (part 2)
Forcing herself back into her memory, she recollected that she was pulled out of the fire by a boy—Blues. She remembered a sea of violet, and darkness, and anger. His arms were comforting.... holding her from the black abyss from which she could never return.
She opened her eyes again and examined her fingers. They were human. Pushing herself up, she ran her fingers through her tangled hair. Her whole body was the same as it had been before the fire.
Her blue-green eyes reached the anklet that her grandmother had put on her when she was a baby. It was made of beautiful silver, with tiny jewels of many different colors embedded into it. One huge, violet stone was encrusted in the front. It was a handbreadth wide, and had no lock to take it off. Her grandmother said that she would find it in time.
Ava. She could barely remember her—the time she had spent with her grandmother felt like a long, wonderful dream. The single most vivid image she had left in her mind was her eyes. Ava had terrible, fantastic blue eyes that were filled with sky. She had showed her how to read the four poems engraved in it, but never told her what they meant.
But there was no time now; she had to find out where she was. The redhead slipped out of bed, bracing herself for the cold floor beneath her bare feet. To her surprise, the wood was comfortably warm, as if a heat panel was put underneath.
She made her way to the lone mirror, and faced her own reflection.
She was a tall, twelve-year-old girl, with unruly, thick, orange-red hair that came down to her hips because she had never cut it. Her arms were flecked with scars, some that she had since before she could remember; others that she got from climbing mountains—her favorite pastime. She was still wearing the remnants of the pajamas she had on from the night the kidnapper had taken her.
Staring into the mirror, she spotted something else. A folded-up robe lay at the foot of the white bed. It was light violet in color and made of a silken material. She hesitated, but felt embarrassed walking around in her dirty, torn pajamas. With a quick check that the door was locked, she changed into it. Its color made her hair look still redder as it fell over her ankles in graceful curves.
Feeling very comfortable in her new clothes, she unlocked the wooden door, opened it, and entered a hallway. Well, a kidnapper wouldn’t leave the door open, she thought, stilling some of her fears.
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Sunday, April 17, 2005

   Chapter 2: Falamarana (part 1)
She woke up in a little room with white walls, and no windows. There was only a door, a bed, and a mirror. For a moment, she felt confused and disoriented, closing her eyes to remember what had happened.
The first thing that came to her mind was the Olgers, who had adopted her when she was six. She had an older brother, William, who always bossed her around. Her home in Vermont brought painful memories of her pets, and her beloved violin.
And Summer. They had met in the orphanage. The redhead could have been her sister, except that she was a week older. Summer used to play violin. She wouldn’t be surprised if she were the best violinist in the world. Sound was nothing to her, only music.
The next thing she could remember was Chili, her Western Rosella. He was only a small chick when she got him, found in a box addressed to her. He was a beautiful little parrot, with blue, green, black, and yellow wings, a green-blue tail, a red chest, and a yellow cheek patch. It took her a moment to recall that he was gone—escaped through an open window.
Slowly her memory pieced together what had happened.
She had been asleep when she felt a pair of impossibly big arms pick her up. Startled, lost between dreams and life, she tried to scream, but the kidnapper stuffed her mouth with cloth. She was stuffed into a sack that muffled most sounds, but Fala thought she could hear the voices of men quietly conversing around her. Finally, after dreamy days of rough travel, she felt flames licking at her body. She watched as the fire roasted the bag, screaming out in anger and fear. It took her a few seconds to realize the blazing inferno that closed over her head didn’t seem to hurt her. But when she wanted to move, her body felt strangely different, yet familiar all the same. Her fingers had fused together, and the arms they were attached to were sprouting feather-quills. Her feet were clawed. She was a bird! A bird immune to fire.
She had read about Phoenixes, but that was in fantasy books, and she didn’t believe that stuff. Surely, she had been dreaming… but then how did she get here?
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Thanks!
Hello! Thanks to everyone who read my first chapter I know it's long but I felt that it would be best to have it all together. I will divide the rest of my chapters into parts instead.
Other than that, I've just been writing and digging on my pond and all that good stuff. No school rocks. Really.
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