[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY xxxxx xxxxxIt was then that Cherno was struck with an idea, curled up in a teary, teeth-clenching ball by the bedside. He slowly let his phone slide from his hand as he gazed back up at his jacket. He still kept it there, right? The problem was that ... that-- he didn't know where she lived. That's assuming that she even went back there. Would she go back there? Where else did she have to go, right? She would tell him these things -- or refrain to, while he struggled to discern them. Okay ... okay. You have to be rational about this, Cherno Plume. Cherno slowly stood up, still clad in his pajamas, as he walked with bare feet and dreary, sick eyes towards his jacket. Grabbing it by the sleeve, he draped it around his shoulders, and felt around in his pocket. And there it was. The familiar metal sphere. It still existed. Items had temporal displacement as well, did they? ... Ah, this may even work for the future. Knock knock. unison | red vector of negative t-values A light and airy, gentle knock on the door. What? Someone was at the-- Right. He made a huge dilly-shaw of noise, didn't he? ... "... Come in."
Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] This was becoming too much for Olivia to handle. That was most definitely Mr. Plume. She had played hard to get enough, hadn't she? ... Well then. It was time to confront the past. She turned her head away from the ceiling, and looked back at Miss Sario with a stern, emotionless gaze. "... Please excuse my adjournment from the rest of this meeting, but I must look after my stray dog. I certainly hope you understand." Without another word, she gently placed Miss Sario's book on the table and left the room, slinking through the empty, pristine hallways to reach the stairs. The scream had stopped, but the echo was still concrete within her ears. Oh, no, she did not try to hide her worried gaze. How ever could she forget the scream of someone who had lost so much?
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Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] A-anyway ... Olivia needed to regain her composure in an effective manner. That sound was loud. How dare it hurt her ears so effectively. She made a point to investigate its origin after she was finished here. game of conjecture : : red thread to the past "It is a certainty that certain fellows have regained their memories in an intentional manner. This is simply because they have the power to influence, and I do believe this was already suggested." She briefly turned to Ben, and to Miss Sario. Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened -- just briefly -- before she abashedly lowered them towards the coffee table. That's right. This was the past, and-- and it seemed to remind her too much of how things had been before all of this insanity ... Ah ... stay calm, Olivia. "As has been implied already, we can be positive that this has been done to give some of us a chance of changing the future. Do we truly understand the implications of changing the future, however?" Olivia curled a strand of her silvery hair around her finger and leaned delicately upon the side of the coffee table. "Assuming we do have the chance to change it, we must be careful that things do not get out of hand -- out of control -- perhaps, while--" She turned to Miss Sario. "Preventing ... as many, deaths as possible." "... Assuming, of course, that is the goal of this ridiculous e-mail--" Olivia was interrupted by a loud scream from above. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
. "There is also members of this game that are not players or pawns. We met someone of this nature by the name of Rhia. She called herself, The Overseer of Hearts--whatever that means." Olivia emerged from beneath the coffee table with a yawn, holding a copy of one of Miss Sario's fashion books in her hands. "Good, very good! My ears have been peered and tuned to this discussion for the past minutes it has been going on, and I am certain we are on a lovely track. Please pardon my presence beneath your table, Miss Sario." Olivia ducked behind the masked girl's legs and emerged, dusting off one of her white dresses. She took her place beside dearest Ben, and had an inquisitive look on her face. She then turned to Miss Sario. "I have listened quite well enough to the current discussions. Would it be correct to assume that our two beautiful witch demon seamstresses would be playing a game like this?" Olivia glanced at her nails briefly. "That is taking a very chessic approach. Although they may be rivals, who is to say that either one of the two sopranos we burden ourselves with own any distinct ownership over groups of these players?" Before she could get to Marina's intriguing idea of the Overseer of Hearts, she heard a loud crash come from the room up above. What in the world?
Cherno woke up with a violent start Beads of cold sweat dripped down his trembling fingers. What time was it? Were the others there? Downstairs? Ugh . . . It felt like he had a fever. His nose was burning, yet the soles of his feet were positively frozen. That dream. That ****ing dream. It- ugh. Was he going to believe it? What Orpheus and Prescott and the bearded man kept saying? This was ridiculous. This was just his conscience. Just his conscience, right? No. No more. Cherno lifted himself up with shaking hands and fell off the bed with a loud thud, shaking the bedroom floor. The bedside lamp collapsed beside him, just missing his head. He was causing such a ruckus. Could the others downstairs hear him? He scrambled up towards the nearby chair and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. Quickly, quickly. //// Temperance. Temperance? Please tell me everythings dandy i heard a noise fromthe door it was you aint it god ****ing dammit i need to know if youre okaytell me where you weny I am going to collapse you dig /// Cherno wanted to cry as he sent the text. That dream. That dream was too much.
KS. Krusty Skrab. The S is silent, you see.
I have an immense problem. Now, I do not often discuss my problems, but I feel this is serious enough to warrant some sort of assistance. As some of you may be aware, I am a resident of the lovely, peaceful nation of Canada. There is not very much of interest to most others that may occur here, but this quaint solitude is one of the reasons why I find this lovely location absolutely enjoyable. I live near the rural edge of the nation's largest metropolis, and as a result there are forests literally a few minutes away from me. This is where my problem lies. Tonight, as I was walking home in the dark at about 6:30 PM, I heard a harsh shriek from the forest. I was alone and the only one on the road, so naturally I was a rather bit suspicious. But since I was already nearing my home, I decided to pick up my pace and run as quick as possible. Indeed, I suspected that I was momentarily safe, but it was only a few minutes later, as I had turned towards my street, that I felt as if I was being followed. When I turned around, I caught a glimpse of something, off in the corner of my eye, that sent shivers down my spine. It was a strange creature, with a fairly large head and what I presumed to be a long mane. Its most startling features -- the ones most clearly visible in the darkness of the street -- were its eyes. They were bright and luminescent, and looked almost alien. I would have thought it was some sort of cat, but its harsh cries seemed much less feline. I tried running, but I could hear its hard steps upon the road behind me. It was most certainly following me. For an instant, I was able to take out my phone and get a mildly blurry picture in the street lights. I was able to enter the home and shut the door quickly, but I am currently the only one home. However, I have suspicions that I am still being watched. I require your assistance to combat this foe, KH-Vids. It may simply be my imagination, but the evidence I possess is making my heart palpitate. Image of the creature from the forest is attached below. Spoiler What in the world must I do?
Donald Trump? I was never aware you were a Kingdom Hearts fan.
I see they are going with a minimalist postmodern abstract expressionist look for this title. I always knew, in my heart, that Kingdom Hearts was the highest pinnacle of art that exists.
The colour of the blue buttons does not match my bedsheets nor my shirt! Clearly this is an enormous travesty and a direct offense to all that is sacred in my perception of the world and thus I will excommunicate this home page! (wonderful job!)
Oh goodness, it would be a true honour. Thank you sir! How is the writing going?
Things have been extremely busy here, sir! How have you been?
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY ... Temperance? Cherno woke up- OH- OH FUCK. Spoiler Ahahaha. Ahahahahahahahaha. Well then! Fufufu, I think it's time, isn't it? A cold sweat lined his face. His fingers were trembling. This pain ... it-- it was unbearable-- But-- aa--aah-- Spoiler Knockout. Bang. Cherno gently closed his eyes, and fell back to the bed.
Spoiler: this is ridiculous
Cherno was beat. That was a long talk, but-- But they didn't get anywhere, did they? Ah ... When they reached the estate, Temperance had rushed off quickly. He, too, decided to sneak into the house, and get to his designated room. What a large place. When he reached there, he changed, slunk into the bed, and decided to rest to the throbbing of his head.
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY Marina. She called them there? Oh ... she was alive. Ah ... His headache was terrible. "I'm sorry I had to just jive-drop you ... off-- there." Cherno scratched the back of his head. "I need to explain things, I really do. Especially in regards to how the hell you died." "Would you like to talk in the car? At least we won't fall asleep in the middle of the forest."
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY ... Temperance? Oh. She was there, was she okay? What was going on? Ahahaha. What-- Ugh. Ever since that crazy-- what was it-- that fuck-all hanky-pank factory toyland beneath the library? Cherno would have sworn it was a dream. And now this. This was all getting too much. He hadn't had such a terrible headache since -- since -- ... Cherno let out a sigh that brought with it the solemn mountain winds. He wanted to sleep oh so badly tonight. His aimless wandering of these hot springs grounds brought little joy, and he tried his best to stay away from the others as much as possible for the moment so he could just ... ponder. Who was that girl earlier? Dark skin. Young. She never promptly introduced herself in a way that Cherno could remember. He did not remember that in his previous time here. And yet, the stars seemed just as hollow and aimless tonight. Ahahahahahaha! Did he still have a chance at stopping what was to come? He-- he had to be subtle about it, right? Ah ... if they found out about the future nonsense, people could indeed die because of -- oh what the fuck, whatever cluster-pansy hob-smackin' jive-train shenaniganery that demoness witch would justify in her latest pawn genocide. Cherno approached Temperance, the shadows of the night casting him in a nightly cloak. He looked and felt so, so old ... And his voice was but a whisper on the breeze. "... Hey."
Cherno awoke. Ugh ... his head. That dream. What a stupid dream. How long was it? The sun, from the window, seemed beyond the point of noon. How long had he been out? ... Cherno rubbed his eyes and stepped out of his bed. Oh. Oh ... Were they still here? A massive headache crippled his head today.
Cherno rushed into the hall. There she was. There she was! Ah-- ahaha ... And the others! They were all here! He could hardly breathe. He ran over to Temperance and looked her in the eyes with a set, determined expression. He would not mess this up, no. "Sister, sister, I need to tell you something important. I don't really know stancin' if you'll believe me, but hear me out." Cherno breathed in deeply. "Something bad could happen to you tonight -- something real bad, to you, and to our sister M. I need you to stay safe. And we could prevent this calamity. But to say the details, I think we've got to make sure that everyone else knows about what's going on." He was out of breath, and his hair was still wet. Cherno turned to the others gathered. He didn't know if the others were to find out themselves, or not. This was dangerous. Altering the past was dangerous. He couldn't tell them outright directly ... yet. He yelled out a single phrase: "Timelines!" Hopefully that would catch their attention.
