Live; I wanna live inspired.

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 23:59:32 GMT

[The writing is sloppy but legible.]

Ah, I'm sorry for- ...[There's a spill of ink here.]

Anyways, I'll be reporting for duty as soon as possible. Do we need any supplies down at medical I can bring down with me?

I'll aid where I can, but its limited until I find my arm. I'll do so as fast as I can.

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 05:53:08 GMT

[There are spots on the page that look suspiciously like tear stains. They're carefully avoided as the writing starts.]

What happened? ...I'd like a count of the injured. Do we need a medical team dispatched onto the scene?

~~I don't know why~~-

[More of those spots on the page that some ink tries to cover but to no avail.]

Memory #004

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 00:14:00 GMT

His breathing was constricted and his teeth gritted together in what he could only tell was a feral snarl. He was so tired, his body ached as if he'd over taxed it to the point...his arm was numb. The first thing he could smell was blood. He wasn't sure where it was coming from. That was a dirty lie he could feel it dribbling down his chin and sluggishly dripping from his normal hand.

Without any warning his left arm exploded with pain and he fell his back making contact with what he was going to assume was the ground. He inhaled sharply through his nose, the scent the ground made when lightning struck filling his nostrils. Everything was alive with agony while his heart thudded rapidly in his chest. Some part of him that was experiencing the memory knew what was going to happen. It didn't want to know the rest of this. It wasn't going to end pretty.

His lips moved slowly then in a desperate plead. He could feel the air being expelled through his lungs in a shout but it did him little good. Everything was made worse without any sound or sight. He wondered if whatever was attacking him could smell his fear a mile off. His lips moved again and a faint breeze trickled his hair until he stopped. A sudden gust of air made his heart feel strangely lighter. This still wasn't going to end well.

He knew it as easily as he knew he'd by curling up in Dash's room on the spare bed later. There was something above him he could feel the heat of another person then something was shoved into his chest. It hurt. He couldn't even describe the sheer agony of whatever was being shoved up against his heart. It was unbearable and if he'd have had the time he probably would have screamed. His back arched and blood was expelled forcefully out of his mouth.

That's when the chewing started. He barely fell what felt like cards being dumped over him over the sensation something was chewing a hole in his heart. It was that terror that dragged him down as the memory drew to a close.

[023]

Wed, 27 May 2009 08:17:16 GMT

[There's a loose sketch of a rose cross on the page.]

Ah, does any recognize that? I'm interested in who knows it. Rabbit? We need to talk, sooner than later if preferable.

I have more faces to search for, and more answers to seek. But all I can do is walk forward from here. I'll make up the work I missed, boss.

Dash I'm not sure where you are right now so I'll say this here. We're out of bread, eggs, and a lot of other things. We need to make a market run. ~~We're out of TEA.~~

...Miss? The one caught with us? I'm sorry you had to see that. Sir, Ah, I think I've seen you around work. I'd like to discuss what we saw in person possibly whenever we're both on break.

[022]

Sat, 23 May 2009 07:46:05 GMT

Dear Sphere,

To whom it may concern and or runs this place,

...I'm not too terribly surprised you put me in something like this. After the wardrobe issues and getting arrested for jay walking - I've come to expect the worst. Let's not mention the singing event. I haven't been on good terms with you lately. I don't think I'll ever be on good terms with you.

But I ask you for a little boredom. Don't turn me into anything and don't take away my dignity for a while. Please, after the 'I can't wait to be king' and The Rack I've had enough.

Signed, Cross.

Ps: Quit taking people away and causing heart ache and suffering for the masses.

...

Ah, Bastet? Ready when you are.

Sun, 17 May 2009 22:33:58 GMT

[The handwriting is messy and all over the pages. Things are hastily crossed out and others filled in the gaps. Its readable but the way the letters are crushed together its clear the writer wants the words out quickly to be forgotten or dealt with.]

~~W-what did I cause-~~

~~Why was-~~

~~My chest hurts and that was-~~

~~I don't agree with-~~

Boss, I need the day off. I'm not fit to work today. I don't want to give someone the wrong thing because my head is ah, not as focused as it should be.

[ooc: All strikes semi-readable.]

[021]

Tue, 05 May 2009 21:02:28 GMT

Ah, might I make a tiny suggestion to all residents? When packing please only consider the following.

- Clothes; The Wilderness isn't a clothing store right now so please pack enough but not too much.
- Non-perishable rations: Anything that doesn't require cold or special means to stay safe for consumption.
- Water: Only a gallon or so but with extra water in case we're down there long enough for the change and there is no source of water; we'll have that to fall back on.
- First aid kit: It should contain a roll of bandages, a strong disinfectant, a face mask for cpr, and Aspirin.

We've got the temporary clinic mostly set up down here. Do you need help with the evacuation? Anywhere you need assistance I can lend a hand.

Memory [003] Tell me what I will never be.

Wed, 18 Feb 2009 17:09:05 GMT

The first thing he sees is a seal he feels shouldn't be in the center of a bunch of symbols. A clock ticks in the background as his hand reaches for the glowing symbols. "E-everyone..." His voice sounds hoarse as if he's been screaming and he feels so tired. He knows he has to do this or they'll die and their sacrifices up until now will mean nothing. Allen can't let let that happen.

The sheet music is warm under his fingers even when he traces his fingertips over the seal. "This seal...No..." The fingers slide down away from what is disturbing him but his mind reels with the possibilities. "Could it be...No..." He doesn't have time to linger on the details but he does anyways. "This mark...Why is it here...?" It shouldn't be sitting in there he thinks but a voice that echoes through out the room interrupts his thoughts.

"That is the 'Song' and as for the 'Melody'... There's someone else in the room but where? His memory self touches the keys delicately as if he knows how to use it properly. "It is within 'Allen'..." The first notes drift up from where his fingers press down. It's a shock for the boy who has never touched a piano in his life. "My hands are moving?!" It's as if his hands are separate from the rest of his body as they flow over the keys like an expert musician.

"I-I can play it? But why...? The tune matches the written verse here...?!" It doesn't seem strange that he can read the sheet music only his sudden level of skill bothers him. "As I read it...the melody...just appears inside my head...!" No. That isn't right at all. "Melody...? No..." Allen lifts his normal hand and presses it over his normal eye. Something is INSIDE his head and the voice was- "Who is this... singing inside my head?!" The voice inside continues to sing, the tune washing over his senses and flowing out through his fingers.

And then the boy...fell deep asleep...
The gasping flames within the ashes one by one...
Rise up and expand...
Into that beloved face...
Suspended from the earth...
Thousands of dreams...
On the night when those silver eyes trembled/ you were born/ Shining brightly...

His fingers continue to move as the song wells up inside his chest and he feels fit to burst.

Hundreds of millions
Of months and years
No matter how many prayers
are returned to earth...

He can't hold back any longer. He begins to sing with his own voice while the one in his head continues on. "I shall...continue to pray..." His earring begins to crackle before a voice that is very familiar to him erupts into his ear. "Operate the Ark, Allen! Weave your hopes into the music!" He knows that gruff voice...he knows it so- "My- my wishes?!" The man snaps in reply. "Hurry up!"

"Wish" That softer voice again..."My wish...the download...the Ark..." At first it seems hopeless until the whispers of a memory he can't remember but his memory self could welled up into his heart. He stared at the piano keys silently for a moment then he began to play as he wove the hopes of that memory into the melody. As the song reachess it's crescendo he slams his hands down on the keys and screams. Bring back my Nakama! "DON'T DISAPPEAR AAAAAARRRRK!!!!"

He sinks against the piano for a moment so he misses most of what comes into his ear. He barely catches the tail end of "Master and student stand victorious, Allen...Ha,ha,ha!" The soft voice of a woman inquires about him. "Allen?" He still doesn't answer either of them. "Allen, are you okay?" He can't ignore the request that came from the man. That was a not. "Allen, we're coming in there, okay, so if you could just send us a door..." He isn't sure how to do that but he follows his 'master's instructions. "If you wish for it, it will open."

He looks up as the door appears, his shoulders falling slack with relief at the sight of the dark haired girl. "Le-" What? Why? Her name... isn't he saying it? Why can't he hear it? He smiles anyways as she approaches him. "I'm so glad... you're safe." She looks concerned as she pauses before him. "Allen...? The Ark stopped breaking down! We heard the sound of a piano... Allen...was that you...?" He shifts slightly one hand falling away from the piano. "Yeah..."

Something red catches his eye and he looks up. For a moment he glares at the man...his master. He's a tall man with an elegant coat and the ruffles don't take away from the power he represents. Wing flaps over to him almost excitedly while the lone red eye stares into his. "I know what it is you want to say. Stop making that face at me." He can hear the rumble of a command there but he doesn't care. Master is always like this. He won't stand for it this time. "Why...?" He moves enough away from the piano that his hands fall to his sides. "That...musical score..."

The memory ends abruptly then leaving him with questions and very few answers. However the man in his dream has been filled in. "...Master, who are you?"

[017]

Tue, 03 Feb 2009 03:22:20 GMT

HEY! Whoever takes things from people after a memory? SCREW YOU! I HOPE SOMETHING UNPLEASANT HAPPENS TO YOUR SOCKS!

...

Oh by the bloody it's so cold out here.

[016] I didn't know it was broken

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 23:17:18 GMT

[The writing is so hurried and swift as if the person is doing on the run.]

no no no no no no

he's still here

Please. please sphere don't you dare do this

don't do this

[015] You can hear the rattling breaths of the past.

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 08:32:04 GMT

][The writing is messy and all over the page in various lines. Everything is scratched fast as if the owner is trying to get it all out at once. Things are sketched at the edges; an upside down pentacle, a strange lens with a gear at the side, and the cross.]

White

Black... returned to me. Returned to me. Forgot how to- forgot something-

Not here, not here. Chained- something forgotten. Metal...flesh...blood...sometime missing no. Stopped before it could rise... stopped before it could-

What? forgotten. Eye hurts- Eye feels right.

Can't be lax. Blind. Blind eye. White

Black.

....S-shiro I need a change of clothes. Front desk. Please. White.

black

returned to me this fragment-

of a pr- white and black. white and black.

Drake come down here. Something...something is in the Sphere. Something i have forgotten. Forgotten this important -- white

black.

Give it back.

[Scratched in much later in careful handwriting.]

Mister Lezard, I need you to come down to the clinic.

Memory [002] Can you hear those words you've always longed for?

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 06:50:01 GMT

He'd been trudging through the snow on his way to work when he was badgered by snowballs. Cross swore and shielded his face but the childish laughter made him wonder just who was behind it. He started to lower his arms when one smacked him right in the side of the head. Instinctively he reached for it and was carried away to somewhere else.

His head hurt and he was clearly laying down on a rather comfortable couch. Someone set a damp cloth on his forehead, the fingers were soft and had a tenderness that tugged at his memory. Cross bolted upright in alarm for some reason. He couldn't place his finger on why. "Aw! You scared me."

A girl? Her voice was pleasant and he felt relief when he heard it. She was alright. "" There it was again. He resisted feeling frustrated while his memory self prevented the towel from falling with a hand. "I'm sorry. It's all because of my brother's invention." Invention? What? Where was he? "This place is...?" The girl patiently explained as he regained his bearings. "The science sections research room. Everyone left so they could repair the inside of the fortress. Listen to that sound."

He listened like she'd asked and sure enough there was banging and hammering going on. Huh. He nearly missed the rustle of cloth. What was she doing? "This was in your coat." She stated and his memory self jumped. "Ah! The innocence!" Whatever it was that he took from what he assumed was her hands warmed up in his hands. It thrummed the same way his evil double's arm had and he felt comfortable around it.

"Thank goodness it wasn't broken." This was Innocence? What did it look like? He wanted to know so badly that he missed the next thing the girl said. He tuned back in after that. "Welcome home, Allen." Cross felt his cheeks heat as he gripped the canister in his hands. "I'm...I'm back." He breathed out before a commotion started in the hall.

He heard so many voices and he knew them all. They were home. That sense of loss was shattered as his heart felt fit to burst with cheer and warmth. He was home.

"Come now why must a Head Chef like me play carpenter?" "We don't have enough helping hands." "That's because you guys skipped breakfast!!" The voices grew closer and he smiled. "Oh Allen you're awake." "What happened Allen? The fortress's a mess." Someone leaned close and told him some rather bad news. "Allen your room was destroyed. It's super messed up!" Cross let out a distressed cry but the laughter in the room filled his heart with more warmth and love.

"Welcome home, Allen."

Cross no Allen stood in the empty park for a few moments. He knew where he belonged - with those precious people. But for now he'd stay with the people that had become treasures to him. They were just as important. Home was far, far away but he'd get back there. One day.

[014] Now back to our regular schedule

Fri, 02 Jan 2009 05:38:47 GMT

Wow for once there's nothing weird in the house or otherwise. ~~This calls for a lazy night.~~ How is everyone else doing? Ah, I've been lax in checking this thing lately. Sorry about that!

...

I know others have spoken about it but, anyone recognize that island in the sky? Something about it is bothering me. Besides the fact it's upside down.

[ooc: Thank you anon! That was very sweet of you and I'll do my best to make your gift count!]

[013] There's something wrong with this picture...

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 01:25:13 GMT

...I really have no words for this. I...no words. First the cat and now this, I'm going to take the day off. Am I stuck like this? I hope not.

[012]

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 08:06:02 GMT

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL- [The ink goes off the page before scrawled under it in careful lettering is the following.]

...Bugger whatever is doing this. You're queer and unusual in your punishment.

[ooc: Cross found a cat in the tea cupboard. Then demonstrated his lung power in his surprise. /o/]

[011]

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 07:30:40 GMT

...After that umm whatever that was last night. I'm happy to be back home.

~~Shiro, we need to do something about all of this cash in the house. Did we really hit each other that much?~~

So now it's flags as well as shooting each other with paint? This could be interesting.

[010]

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 09:08:05 GMT

...I don't believe this. When did that become a crime? It's the most buggering ridicu-

[There's a few splats of ink and the next part is written carefully.]

That's the fifth time that thing tried for my wallet.

~~They even took away what I earned the casino. The bloody jerks.~~

...This feels familiar in ways I don't think it should.

[the ink goes to the edge of the page before more is written.]

That's SIX TIMES....

SEVEN!

[009] This isn't funny//no it's hilarious from this side

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 22:04:47 GMT

Shiro? You have no idea how sorry I am!

~~Why on earth-? I- ...I didn't intend to be THAT loud.~~

[ooc: Because it's hilarious, Cross sang the I can't wait to be king. He's grateful there was no dancing.]

[008] You say we're not responsible // We are, we are

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 05:31:43 GMT

I don't like this Sphere. Whatever joke you're playing is calling to me. I know these clothes, just like I knew the uniform before. ~~My heart aches when I look at them. Why?~~ What game are you playing? I'm tired of these games that hurt people.

...

Shiro, I think I need that tea again. I can't afford to slow down. I need to keep walking. I...I think there's something I should be saying after that? Whose path am I walking? Allen's? My own? Did I do this here before? Did I make it myself or? These symbols on the sleeves. I know this symbol, like I knew the cross.

...

That...that

No. I- Thor? Anyone new here? Everyone period? I think we need to make an introduction program. Not that the current introductions when we're 'born' isn't sufficient! But for the Sphere it's self. Where to find jobs and what places are best for what.

But Thor, do you want me to show you around still?

We can't change what has been. I'm sorry, I wish I could do more than what I am now. But...if we mourn too much and fall too deep into grief...

It feels like something bad will happen. Something- Please understand, I don't want any of you coming to harm. Let's walk forward...together. I'm sorry. It's the only way I know to cope. With anything.

[ooc: A dice roll hit one, so Allen goes from Paladin gear right in the clothes of his foster father. Here He's talking about the buttons on the sleeves. Those pants still get me.]

[007]

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 05:02:15 GMT

I think the Sphere is trying to tell me something and enjoying this too much.

I have...ah...um. Do this really need to show this much of my chest? ...and the bow is um.

Odd.

[ooc: Allen is today dressed as the king of gay. Well not really but Sasuke's Shippuden number

[006]

Tue, 14 Oct 2008 14:56:58 GMT

[The handwriting is messy, the mistakes crossed out. Some parts are struck through and unreadable]

I don't understand. ~~What does a clown and his...dog got to do with me?~~ Ah, um, a fragment is better than nothing I guess!

Shiro? Did you happen to get a decent clothing change this time? ~~I feel a draft...~~ ...T-this isn't funny! I'm a boy not a girl! Oh bugger. This looks familiar. I hope that's not a sign...

...

Ah, any luck with the thefts? If not, I think I have an idea.

~~I actually miss my unicorn.~~

[ooc: Allen's stuck in Rhode's dress and petticoats today.]

Memory: 001 Back to the beginning we go.

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 09:45:16 GMT

He was pretty sure he'd asked a question, but he couldn't hear anything. It was cold out, as he walked towards a clown burying his dog. The man looked up at him while he drew closer and stood by the grave. His lips moved but there was still no sound. Cross could see the dog's body was covered in bruises. He felt a strange pang of anger and disgust for someone he couldn't name. The dirt covered the body and the clown set a ball on top of the grave.

He wanted to know what was being said as he sat down, the silence almost deafening to his heart that ached for a reason he couldn't explain. He jerked away from the man, his lip curled in absolute disgust. Who in there right mind cleaned someone else with spit from their finger? That was gross! He felt flashes of anger at whatever the man was saying before he looked away back to the grave. Out of the corner of his eye the man was making the most ridiculous face at him.

He felt the urge to laugh but the undercurrent of the memory only had this sense of annoyance instead. The silence stretched on in the cold morning until the man fake hung himself making Cross shout in exasperation. That's how it felt anyways. They talked more, he couldn't tell what he was saying, only feel his mouth forming words. But he could feel the hot sting of tears sliding down his cheeks.

Grief swamped over him, strong enough he bit his lip. Was it over the dog? Or something else? There wasn't any clues as everything faded to black.

[005]

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 08:46:29 GMT

[There's a pause before something is scratched with care onto the page. It looks like a cross.]

Ah, this is very interesting! I think I lucked out on anything strange this time. It's very comfortable. Especially the over coat! It's nice and warm! &hearts

It feels familiar. I can't explain why, um...I think I've worn this before.

[Allen is wearing this.]

[004]

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 06:44:55 GMT

Excuse me, I have a question. Unicorns are supposed to be pure and innocent creatures with gentle personalities right?

[The following handwriting is rushed and messy. Allen is a bit twitchy now. The journal page is burnt at the edges.]

Someone LIED! He knocked me out of bed this morning, called me a stupid virgin, badgered me to get him cigarettes and.....

...He hits on women, demands win-

[The entry is cut off because Allen's unicorn was reading over his shoulder and whacked him.]

[003]

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 02:17:12 GMT

...These dreams better be over. Pardon me, but does anyone in the clinic know how to treat a dinosaur? I'm not familiar with them so I thought it better to find someone who is. ~~Someone with two hands would be more suitable and better able to give treatment.~~

Mister Lezard, I know it's taken me a while to request this but I need another limb, a fake one that I could still move. ~~Or my arm back, because it's starting to bother me.~~ And everyone? If most of the repairs are done, please try to rest more.

[ooc: Allen had Throne's dream. It's set him a bit of a mood so he avoided talking much all day.]