What a Pleasant Nightmare

Ahahahaha.

This feeling, this pain. So familiar. I believe this will be most welcome. It may be time to move, to act again. While we still can, it would seem.

The sky is falling, children.

So, in the North Crater lies my favorite old toy, yet it has fallen to other hands. This is most amusing. I may have to see if I can relay any claim on it.

It may become useful, yet again.

( So, either two other spiky blonds....or a vampire. Yummy.Collapse )

( The girl finds this FAR too amusing...Collapse )

How dissapointing.

What could have been quite an interesting game was quite ruined by a sudden Quake and a bit of a flood. So tragic.

Still, that was not the only disappointing thing. It seems one of my favored puppets has again proven himself to be entirely useless. A reject. A failure. He couldn't even stand to protect his own friends, let alone himself. It's rather sad when you're defeated by the one whom you claim to have killed, don't you think? Still, I don't believe I would have even dirtied my sword with his blood, even if it did mean his death; such a small reward for such a deep tainting would hardly be worth it.

Ah. So many disappointments. I may need time to recover from it all.

My puppets have cut their strings and left me. It's a tragic thing, I'm certain, but not unexpected. They were flawed from the first and I am sure that they would only have broken with use.

I think that I shall leave this place. There are many other worlds for me as well as many other toys.

I shall seem them all, but not before I leave a...reminder of the ghosts in the woodwork.

My puppets seem to be attempting to cut their strings and to walk on their own. They even voice objections, now, to my methods and think to limit me.

It is quite amusing.

I have sought to teach my newest subject a small lesson, but I am quite unsure as to how well it was taken. It was a lovely moment, however, to see the dawning understanding in those eyes and to see her realize how foolish her actions had been. I think I will treasure that the most of all of which I take from this experience.

Still, will the child survive her first lesson? It is in her hands. I left aid with her--not enough that she could escape, even if she willed to--but whether she decides to succumb or to fight is her own choice.

I will be quite interested to note her choice.

Foolish children follow even the darkest paths if they think a friend may lie at the end, yet even this seemingly heroic and altruistic act should not save them from the consequences. Even a child's mind can learn that her actions cannot come without punishment.

I think it will please me to teach this...once my dear companions have finished their own games.

( Private to the Lovely MageCollapse )

Life gets ever the more interesting as we travel the roads set before us and unseen turns can lead to new paradises.

Sometimes, fortune just rains from a kind heavens.