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Oct. 12th, 2012

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kyu ☁

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[ Why she'd been plagued with such bad cooking luck, she didn't know. The oil had been safe at first, she figured, but when she spilled some of it onto her hand and shrieked loud enough for the neighbors to hear, she understood that somewhere down the line, karma had it in for her. ]

i will have some difficulty posting for some days, but i think i am quiet enough anyway?

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i burned myself last night but please don't worry! please come visit though?


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t w e n t y - f o u r.


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Seeing fat people not only eat, but also lick the grease off their fingers, is nauseating. I nearly threw up my lunch earlier. No one can tell me otherwise.

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Feeling any better these days?

Sep. 29th, 2012


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[They didn't understand. That was War's revelation as she dropped off another job application that was half-assed and probably not going to lead her anyway. That realization made her unsteady on her feet for a moment because Horsemen were Horsemen, first and foremost, she always counted on them to understand her. War didn't know how to put that thought into words, just clench her jaw and stomp down the street.

War and Gabriel had a bond, one which had not been determined by their choices but by Him. The Archangel owed her the sword that would be used to destroy 1/4 of humanity, he was the only other being created by Him that interacted with her. It was not about love (though there was a lingering sentimentality War felt anchored by).

The marriage (a cheap, Vegas wedding, not a proper wedding driven by love and a need for companionship) but the bond was a physical thing that War needed. Something outside of the ties with Horsemen, something outside of what War had always known, something that made her a little more human. Not unlike Famine's whatever-it-was with Mordred, or Death's whatever-friendship-thing with Uriel. It was just that her bond had a physical tangibility.

Gabriel was just different for War, it didn't mean her routines, thoughts, habits changed. She didn't change, just there was something more to think about. And War wouldn't make Gabriel fall, it certainly wasn't that.]
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Sep. 22nd, 2012


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t w e n t y - t h r e e.


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We should do something, the four of us.

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If you touch her, I'm plucking your wings.

Sep. 18th, 2012


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Single white female searching for a job. Will not do anything too disgusting or unethical, but is open for suggestions. Prefers to do as little as possible for as much money as possible.

[Filter: Horsemen]
Are you done talking about humping?

Sep. 15th, 2012


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I know something you don't know nyea nyea nyea nyea nyea.
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[No Subject]


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[Filter: Horsemen]

technically, we can't fucking kill archangels, can we?
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Sep. 14th, 2012


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nineteenth ✝


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[ filter; gabija & mordred ]
It occurred to me I never told you my mortal name. It's Carmine. Whether or not I'm in uniform if we meet, Carmine is more socially acceptable than Uriel. I'd also like to ask you a favor: please do not divulge my real name publicly. I don't plan to make my presence as an angel known.

[ filter; diva ]
I'm visiting Lucia tomorrow at 1, if you and Mark would like to come. I know it's last minute.

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I am aware of our arrangement in Zurvan, but it no longer is our reality. We co-exist and share this earth together, but it isn't in our nature to mingle or procreate. However, should you have need of me, I will do what's in my power to help you. You know what I'll allow, and what He allows of His angels.

Sep. 8th, 2012


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[War would never yield to anyone. War couldn't be restrained, bound or controlled. It was meant to run free, burn and consume everything in its path. She might be trapped in a human form but War was still War. There were things War did not know how to handle, feelings, attachments, friendship, family - she was the one thing that broke all else.

The ring weighed heavily on her finger, even as War toyed with the idea of taking it off, she couldn't. War was bloody and wild, but she value her word, an oath, a vow. It didn't stop her from considering the Biblical repercussions of killing archangels. She twirled the ring, feeling the band warm against her skin. What she felt (or more like, what she didn't feel) was confusing. But Gabriel had started this. What came for the Horsemen after the Apocalypse? War never thought of that, or cared. Besides, what place would any Horsemen have in Paradise? (Wasn't the point not to have them?)

War didn't take off the ring- she didn't want to. And it wasn't that she was a wife or had any desire to start a family, or anything like that. It was an irrationality born from the fine line between the Horsemen and the person. War knew there was more than one truth to this matter, and until she, and Gabriel figured it out - the issue was best left alone by everyone else.]
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Sep. 5th, 2012


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THERE IS A FUCKING WINGED FUCKER OUT THERE WHO IS GOING TO DIE.


TWO FUCKERS ACTUALLY.

RUN, BITCH.

Aug. 28th, 2012

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This place is a load of fucking bullshit. Married to Athena. It couldn't even be a sibling I can tolerate? Or one who is fun to pick on? Forced to sneak around with the woman I actually love because of some fucked up family duty. Bullfuckingshit. I am done with that

At least there is a war going on. War I can do. Maybe she'll get lucky and I'll make her a widow.

Aug. 23rd, 2012


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[Filter; Horsemen]

hey
fuck this

[Filter: Gabriel]

take the fucking day off.

Jul. 29th, 2012


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twelve.


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[Some moments were just priceless. His Admiral, with aid from the Babylonian Marshal and their men, had come through for him. For Ryugu-jo. It was something not to be forgotten in the long run. Soon, he would have that wretched girl back and then he would show everyone why you could not wrong the Ryugunese.]

[Filter: Current Citizens of Ryugu-jo]

The princess and the man who aided her escape have been caught. Expect the trials this week as well as punishment. We will not drag this out.

[Filter: Current Leaders of the World]

The job is done. Any Ryugunese military will be pulling out of Babylon immediately. We thank you for your absolute support.

Jul. 26th, 2012


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n i n e t e e n.


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So who is more likely to win this war? If I don't say my own region, I'd be such a shit Iriyian, wouldn't I? Even if I identify as being something else by birth.

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You've been quiet.

Jul. 18th, 2012


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thirty-three.


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[Filter: Family (siblings, in-laws, cousins, etc)]

Polyxena and I are very happy to announce that we will be parents within a few months. And, really, is there anything more than needs to be said?

Brothers of mine~ visit soon and adore your sister-in-law. Euterpe, tell Reed for me. ♥

[Filter: Private]

The war...is going to be a problem. This was too soon.

Jul. 15th, 2012


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who in the fuck makes letter openers so sharp

unless this wasn't





GABRIEL WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS KNIFE DOING HERE

Jun. 30th, 2012


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I am thinking very seriously in hiring someone to guide me around for protection. While I can guard myself well enough, I don't have eyes in the back of my head and losing wares every time I turn to show something to a customer is slightly annoying.

Jun. 26th, 2012

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[filter; sigyn]
On a scale of one to ten, can you guess how much you've made things awkward for me Too forward? Oh well Princess~ If you're still princess, that is.

[filter; dearest emperor]
Morpheus has the conversational skills of a wall. What do you have him fed when he's here?

[filtered away from ryujin and all ryugunese officials]
I was going to write out a complaint, but then I decided I was too lazy.

Jun. 25th, 2012


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s e v e n t e e n.


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[Iriy was better at night, Famine realized, even when the streetlamps bled into the forgotten alleyways and lit up the crooks and crannies that were meant to be hidden. He didn't want to use the word "prettier", but it was. Easier on the eyes, easier to slip in and out unnoticed. He could be anyone in the dark.

Not in the best of moods that night, nor in the best of neighborhoods, he was momentarily blinded by the headlights a passing car before he felt the blade of a knife pierce him through coat and journal. And had the journal not been there, maybe the knife might have gone deeper. The wallet was picked from his pocket, and soon the knife and the person holding it were gone into the wind. Mugged and stabbed in an empty street. It was pathetic.

So he laughed.
]


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fuck

Jun. 23rd, 2012


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six.


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[The kill had been good. He runs his hands down the back of his dog, a beastly thing that stood tall and had a wild look about him. In the real world, it would have been known as a Scottish Deerhound but Scotland didn't exist here. It didn't change the fact the dog was a fantastic partner for times like this.

And the deer never had stood a chance against them. Kills loaded and the dog allowed to rest, Cù Sìth takes a moment to scribble in his journal.
]

I went hunting and it was great. Look at me, sis, I'm not even bleeding on the pages. I'm a good boy, yes, I am.

For the soldier in Ryugu-jo: played by the railroad tracks and then crossed them to go hunting. Still alive as you can see. Don't be too mad. If there's something else you've done that you think I can't do, name it. I'll consider it.

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Does anyone know any good bedtime stories??

[Filter: Hades]
You must be busy.

Jun. 17th, 2012


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[Imagine her surprise this morning when the delivery came... for her. And imagine her surprise upon realizing how...pink it was. Frilly and pink and... proper. It was not a cheap dress either.

Only her siblings would think this amusing. War did crack a wry smile before returning to her usual rant-slash-rage self.]


[Filter: Gabriel]

Do not. fucking ask about the pink.

Just. Don't.

[Filter: Siblings]

If anyone ever sends me anything pink again, I will go to your home and feed it to you.

I know where you all live- DEATH.

Jun. 11th, 2012


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[The night was much nicer and she found herself sitting up in her room, dressed in a silvery-white dress she'd found, and painting her toenails. Her window was open. The night was always cooler and she rarely dressed in anything heavy enough to warrant discomfort.

As she finished with the nailpolish, she set the bottle aside carefully after closing it. She'd already spilled one this week. Another would just be tragic. She pulled her computer over, humming softly as it booted up. Leaning against the wall, she looked out the window at the moon. It was half gone. Natural as it was, she still wondered at it. It was still beautiful and with it, she felt beautiful.]


Blue is a perfect color. The moon is half gone. I've been watching it outside my window. I cannot wait for the full moon, to see it in all its beauty. Will you admire it like I do? So many slumbering people...

[Filter: Private]
I will find you Endymion and you'll never escape from me again. I will make sure.

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[When she finally woke up, War felt uncomfortable and cranky. Lord, she was fucking cranky. The ceiling was too white, the sheets were too itchy and there too many tubes going into her mouth, her wrist- and the instinct was to shove them all out. So War did just that, to the alarm of the nurses - which had then ended up in the whole fiasco of having to be strapped to the bed. A week or so trapped in a chemical-induced calm had War so furious it was a miracle no one had been set on fire by the power of her will.

War waking up to flowers and a pair of hulk hands was never going to end well. It just couldn't end like that, even if the ghost of a smile crossed her expression. She's drowsy as fuck, but that had never stopped War before. Oh well.

Her wrists unstrapped, she yanked off the drip and reached over for the phone.]


[Filter: Gabriel]

you feathery fucking stalker

[Filter: Horsemen]


im awake now someone bring me something to fucking eat

[Filter: Gawain]

our parents are freaking the fuck out
tell them to calm down
or ill have to punch someone.

[Filter: CuSith]


rematch bitch

Jun. 2nd, 2012


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[War wasn't awake; a few hours ago she had been, and in a moment of clear lack of self-preservation, tried to get out of bed. She'd tore the stitches open, punched five nurses and was strapped to the bed.

It was a sad thing, one of the doctors had commented, that such a young girl had been attacked by a gang of hooligans. War would've liked to correct him, she could take them on; plus that hadn't been what really happened.

She didn't even get to argue, War continued sleeping as her mortal, adoptive parents sat out in the hallway.]
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May. 22nd, 2012

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Good luck to all of those who are fighting. I fear I shall not see the dusk of the day after my fight

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[ filter; mother ]

He's not dying. I promise you.

[ / ]

[ filter; polyxena ]

I could use some words. If you would. Please.

[ / ]

[ filter; brothers ]

I don't care about what these people think of me. I'll surrender. Better than the alternative.

[ / ]


Good luck, Asya. Good luck to all of the involved.

May. 21st, 2012


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[ filter; gladiators ]

Those who do not have previous experience wielding either a sword or spear - my name is Gabriel, look for me in the training yard and I will work with you to help as best I can. I will not let you go into this fearful and unprepared. Or doubting yourselves. For the rest; good luck, God bless you... and may the odds be ever in your favor.

[ filter; calliope ]

I pray that neither of my opponents are your family - be it true or in this time? I simply would not be able to do that to you while you watch. And are you safe?

[ filter; angels ]

Should one of us fall

[ filter; public ]

I really wanted to see Battleship. First thing I'm going to do after sitting in church for a few hours praying when we get back is see that movie. With the largest popcorn and every sugary/sour gummie candy they have. What about everyone else?

Perhaps something to look forward to will help.

May. 20th, 2012


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credimi almen


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I am so sick of being so helpless.

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he's here he's here he's here no no no he can't be here

i need anthony where is his name i need him now





i am so afraid

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Why wh

Why isn't

Why isn't your name on the announcement? Have they - have they let you off the hook? Please please please let it be that.

May. 17th, 2012


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You know what?

Go fuck yourselves. Yeah, read that right. FUCK YOU.

[info]appetentia
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f o u r t e e n.


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No fucking words.

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Polly.

May. 16th, 2012


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twelfth ✝


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It appears I'm a gladiator as well. I have a wife.

May. 9th, 2012


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t h i r t e e n.


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So I got a job. [address and store name] I don't know what my hours are yet. But it's full-time.

If you're going to make a joke about sausages, I suggest you make it now.

[filter; mordred]
Alive still?

May. 3rd, 2012


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Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya..

Actually it's Nate. Though some know me as Gabriel. I'm a Leo; I like average walks through the city, traveling, talking for hours on end, and I will eat anything you put in front of me that has an unhealthy amount of sugar. So what's the buzz, tell me what's happening?

Who do I know, who don't I know, who should I know? Talk to me, Goose!

May. 1st, 2012


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[Filter: Private]

FUCK. FUCK. I may love my siblings but this proximity thing only works when we're out destroying the fucking world.


Would Death be very pissed if I locked her in my fucking closet? Probably. She's never finding out. Only Pestilence gets a free pass, it is good to see him walking again.


I should fucking kick Famine out of my bed. Eventually.

FUCK.

What the fuck is my life.

Apr. 30th, 2012


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[Pestilence's idea of a perfect world is not different from Famine's. In it he has two legs that work; his siblings are in harmony; Beast is not dying. But War and Death are not his only two siblings around. One of his half-sisters from Zurvan is a notable addition to the cramped one bedroom apartment. Sigyn spends most of her time draped across the couch in the living room, the scrawny feline named Gaunt all but glued to her lap. Or, at least that's what he sees when he returns home late at night and leaves early in the morning before Famine can question him about her presence.]


Is it over yet? These stupid tricks of theirs never last. Nothing ever does.

Apr. 27th, 2012


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eleven ♞


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How does it go -- three's a crowd?

Well, four is fucking annoying.

Apr. 4th, 2012


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n i n e.


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[Ever since coming across Mordred, Famine had realized one thing: he wasn't unhappy. He remembered living a similar life in Zurvan, unaware of where he was going next, how he'd get to the next place. Though he was without horse and better supplies, it wasn't too bad.

But really, that was just an invitation for things to get worse. Best not to say all that outloud.
]


[filter; private]
And happiest of birthdays to me.

[filter; horsemen]
General locations? I'm South of somewhere. Not sure which side I'm on.

Apr. 1st, 2012


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In action how like an angel )

Mar. 16th, 2012


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e i g h t.


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It's cancer, but it was caught in an early stage. For the dog.

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For you, little brother.

Mar. 15th, 2012


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[Filter: Death & Pestilence]

Death. Job details?

Pestilence. Nice job on the poisoning shit.



So we're all on the same fucking page: yes, I'm still pissed off at Famine for being a fucktard a few months ago.

[Filter: Lucifer]

Dude. Loserfer. Let's go set someone on fire.

Feb. 27th, 2012


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s i x.


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[filter; private]
What?

[filter; death & war, visible to pesticide]
I know you.

Feb. 22nd, 2012


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You fucks are so unoriginal.

I mean fuck, setting half the city on fire and poisoning the water supply? Fucking lame.

Apparently it is very difficult for most people to engage their brain. Not impressed. mildly amused.

Feb. 21st, 2012


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Academic and political circles debate what poverty truly is; many perceive poverty through different perspectives, depending on the wheeling and dealing that must be endured by our dearest politicians. While they sit in their armchairs before the fire, people of our common places struggle to survive in the barest ways. Almost like animals.

But really, the question I ask. What is poverty? I feel that once the question is answered then surely the culprit may be accountable. Is it a social concern? An ethnographic problem, or a theoretical concept with no true bearings? Perhaps it's merely politics.. or even just the luck of your hand by being a locational concern. Whatever the case, who do we hold responsible?

If it's social, then might we all be responsible for the poor? Might we all feel guilt for not helping our brothers and sisters in their less than necessary and entirely non-noble struggle? If it's ethnographic, then might the academy be held accountable? They examine, write and exoticize our under represented masses. Or no, perhaps it's theoretical and all wise men are to blame. But politics. Politics seems most likely, and I don't say this blindly. Our politicians, our monarchy even, has its way with the world as the cost of those that serve them.

For them, poverty and indebtedness--slavery if you will--is a God riven right to their comforts and luxuries. The monarchy stands upon its high grounds and looks down upon the fragile world, watching it breathe and weep for its misery and feeling no remorse. No indeed, why should they? All their comforts are provided. Poverty then, for these moral-less rulers, is a product of social inequality. It is a direct result of the struggle between the political and the Divine Right of Kings.

The amoral guardians of our dearest Ilium practice a thing called oppression. I use oppression here not to signify cruelty, but more of an unjust treatment of our fellows. An unjust and absolute control where our brothers and sisters have no power over themselves, the products of their labor or even of their fates. Our brothers and sisters have been reduced to animals, stripped of their freedoms and their rights, stripped of their humanity to serve like baseless dogs the Kingdom upon which our monarchy stands! And it's wrong, I argue, because the monarchy of Ilium should defend its people and seek to raise them up high, not drive them to the ground.

But, no! No indeed, for the people over which they rule are no better than the dogs that feed from the scraps at their feet. That's what they've been reduced to. Animalistic barbarism where survival alone is the only key. The only aspiration, no matter the means to their end.

It is an inherently unfair system. A system that was deliberately created by our industrious monarchy of Ilium. A consequence, perhaps, a punishment to show just who has the power; putting people in their rightful place.

And so I call, now at the last upon the springs of revolution, for a transformation of society. For a rebirth. Transformation is necessary, from industrial dogs to egalitarian freedom! To equality. Equality to achieve autonomy.

Feb. 1st, 2012


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[War isn't the one who pays attention to journals or book or those sorts of things. She considers them a waste of time, but she does occasionally glance at them (mostly to insult someone).

Yet when Lucifer shows his face in the journals she softens up a little and makes a point to check them again. If her twin is around, then she ought to poke her face in more often. Mostly she prefers Death to fill her in whatever is going on.]

Jan. 30th, 2012

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[The problem with Lucifer's handwriting is that it's almost illegible unless he makes an effort and, to be honest, after all the comings and goings from Glastheim to Svarga and back again, he has no desire to make that effort.

Odds are that Bastet can read it and War certainly can.

Today, Lucifer is making no effort.]


Jan. 18th, 2012


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