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[Sep. 30th, 2006|08:08 pm] |
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[Filter: Myself; Kalrian]
Twenty-three, born in November. Two sisters. Ceissa liked horses. Black hair, blue eyes. Dead.
[Common]
But mostly dull. Back to headquarters! |
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[Sep. 16th, 2006|06:40 am] |
[Filter: Myself]
Whooops. Looks like some people might be reading this still, huh~ Not rightly private, I don't think, but now I don't feel so alone~! Hope awfully you don't mind too much, I ain't gonna stop, y'know~ And it ain't every day you read an assassin's most inner most thoughts.
Should I introduce myself~? My name's Seth if you promise not to tell. If you don't, then, well, I guess it ain't that after all! I like whores and money. Have this little habit of killing for the latter.
Pleasure's all yours, I'm sure. |
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| VIII |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|01:16 pm] |
[Filter: Myself]
Thanks, sir, never woulda thought of that, sir, ain't we just lucky t'have you with us, sir? Lucky, sure~
[Filter: Everyone]
Ain't that a right shame. It's always the pretty ones~ |
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| VII |
[Sep. 2nd, 2006|03:52 pm] |
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[Filter: Myself; Kalrian]
At Harning. It'll be fastest to take the main routes. Weather isn't ideal for travel but I'm not waiting for it to get worse. Leave at dawn for Rannys. Better than going the road less taken. More people the better.
Can't wait. |
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| VI |
[Aug. 29th, 2006|10:16 pm] |
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[Filter: Myself; Kalrian]
Falinese noble, fancy that, coming to this hell hole. Bad idea, my lord. I'll feel bad for this, that I promise you, if you'll ignore the part where I can't bring myself to keep promises.
I would make a very nice, respectable escort to the capital, wouldn't I.
[Common]
Why the fuck not.
[Filter: Everyone]
No do-gooder types? None? Disappointing a guy, y'know~ |
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[Aug. 27th, 2006|10:12 am] |
Alright, alright, I don't really care. Watch as I break rules, everyone~
My name's Uriel, not Kain. Got it? That's U-R-I-E-L. Five letters. Starts with U, ends with L.
Sure, has no meaning if y'don't know the meaning already but ain't it a damn fine name anyhow? |
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| IV |
[Aug. 24th, 2006|04:58 pm] |
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[Filter: Myself; Kalrian]
[writing starts off hesitant and a bit shaky, as if writer hasn't used the language in a while-- which is exactly the case]
Luciea. Logically in early twenties. Appears to be around twenty-one to twenty-five. One of few acknowledged bastards of Lord Francys Renaus. Mother the lord's wife's cousin, died a year ago for unknown reasons. Born in Harkan, three day's ride from Rannys. Red hair. Green eyes. Wanted for "knowing too much".
[a pause]
Dead. |
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| III |
[Aug. 23rd, 2006|03:50 pm] |
[Filter: Myself]
liar
[Filter: Everyone]
Looky looky, rain's stopped! Time to go home~ |
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| II |
[Aug. 20th, 2006|11:25 am] |
[Filter: Myself]
This workin'? Better. Heh, well~
I weren't even gonna laugh after or nothing, doll. Why you gotta make this hard for me? Just disappeared, heh. No one saw no one leave. Well. Let's just call it you vanishing on me, yeah? Good as dead. And if y'ever come back, we'll just say you got better.
You got that?
Don't.
[Filter: Everyone]
C'mon, book. Be more fun than that. No action, no excitement, no nothin'. Bo~ring. |
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[Aug. 19th, 2006|03:26 pm] |
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Girl's gone! Ain't that a right fucking shame, huh? Was just getting, heh, interesting~ But at least my book's all talking, innit. |
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