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Post by FancyCyclops » Mon Nov 19, 2018 1:26 pm

Kyn you be quiet?
13/3/337
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Another calm day in Cellsvich square. I psyched myself up, ready to properly spread Mercala's light, and to spur others to think on it.
One such enlightening conversation came from with a rather depressive fellow named Kyn. They seem to be a non-worshipper, if only because they were empty. They tended to fight a lot and if they are to be believed, they try to spread their beliefs...
...However, contrary to the title, they are not what sticks out today.
Thore is. As I had a brief argument with him (that derailed from a parallel), we were told to take it outside.
One rain later, he decided to, indeed, take it outside. But he chose to turn his blade upon me. He insisted on cutting me down, no matter what it took. I'm not even sure if I should call him friend. He's got the keys into the house. At least he's in the fort, for now...
Perhaps he was reacting out of anger... but, why?
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Post by FancyCyclops » Mon Dec 03, 2018 8:39 am

(Miss)Fortunate Encounter
6/25/339
Ah, Cellsvich. The square's empty (or might as well be), but the strip club's packed.
So, in my infinite wisdom and knowledgeable decision making, I headed into the strip club, unwilling to sully my eyes (further).
I spotted two familiar faces; Yakin and Ardnaid. The former which was too thoroughly broken (Mercala grant him peace) to *ahem* appreciate the view. The latter was as prudish as I am. (or maybe she just didn't want to see a naked woman. Which I can understand, reversing the sexes.)
However, the most unexpected (and absolutely still most precious to me. I should have wrote her a letter, may Mercala forgive me...) was Yaeko, who later arrived... as the show was going on. I don't know. I must have disappointed her to the point that she... was driven to drink.
She... was a different person. Seemed to want to see the show... thank Mercala she didn't try anything, though. Still,
I'm such a wretched creature. I still feel guilty about doing that to her. I really hope she's okay.
I made my way home quickly as Ard left... wait. Where's Yaeko?
...On my way home to write this log, I saw Thore. My heart skipped a beat. Then, looking back on this moment, skipped a couple more. I hope I'm not having a heart attack.
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Post by FancyCyclops » Tue Dec 04, 2018 5:48 am

Cratered Creighton
7/1/339

Something tells me I should get ready quicker.
I headed for the Cellsvich Monastery, praying to Mercala as I usually did, (I thank her for preventing whatever came next from getting worse) when I came across a most stressful (it only got worse) scene.
Strangelove was attempting to wrangle Seix. Very, very violently. So violently in fact, that Creighton intervened; switching positions with him.
This didn't go so smoothly. Creighton was slammed into the ground in an attempt to show a lesson, but it only served to mortally wound him, scare Seix off and make my shirt cling to my back. Help was needed. However, he didn't want to be immediately treated. I gave a potion and bolted off.

As the guard was brought to the scene, I was reminded of my duty. I was still frozen. With the help of Atlas (and more importantly, Mercala and a fairy somewhat similar to Vera), I brought Creighton to a more stable condition. As Atlas went off to give her a peace of her mind, and... Julian? (I hope I got it right) went off to give Strangelove her sentence, I did some further treatment on Creighton, before bringing him to the hospital...

After he was brought in, further diagnosis and treatment(?) was done. Those robots are really handy... but I should get my own tools and learn some more. I hope Seix is okay. I hope Creighton's alright. Still, what would her sentence be?
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Post by FancyCyclops » Sat Dec 08, 2018 3:15 am

Shinobi Sellsword Scuffle
7/30/336

It was a quiet day. Besides a case of void poisoning...
...It turns out my head has a bounty on it, as well. I was called by a bounty hunter, one of a black cloak.
Asked to meet me in the church (the ivory pilgrims monastery), in a manner that suggested claiming my head.
So, with caution held by a thread, I went off... not before asking Walter to come along. As I headed towards the Monastery, I saw a ninja, clad in green.
He didn't seem like someone I could reason with. He transitioned to battle... awfully quickly. Calming didn't work... but incapacitating did.
But there was much more battle outside. The hunter in question, covered in gore all over, explained as much as he could.
More just confirming everything I thought. As he headed off (leaving the monastery in disrepair), I was left with the cleanup.
...It didn't look like a fight, rather, a slaughter, men against monsters. A pyre was needed.
Ard... everyone... I hope they're okay. But this won't be the end. But I must not kill. No matter what. May Mercala guide me...
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Post by FancyCyclops » Sun Dec 09, 2018 6:02 am

Clanning for Ninjas
8/8/339
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A lazy day, or so I hoped it would be. As I readied myself for the day,
I headed to the stall and said my good mornings (or rather, evenings) to the square.
Ard was already in the stall. As I made my way in to continue cleaning, I was told to stop for a moment. Things were serious. Tensions were high.
We headed elsewhere so that nobody eavesdropped, then,
I learned that she learned that I was attacked, from Yakin. I told her what I knew, attempted to reason WHY this is happening,
then afterwards, she decided to extend Tedric's protection to me, Mercala bless her.

After that, we made our way back to Cellsvich, where once more I was brought along for explanations.
As it turns out, he (and his friends, Claudia and a blue-haired Zeran among them) were in the middle of a civil war between
ninja. The ones we can't afford to trust would be the colored ones, while the colorless ones...I should be careful and keep
an eye out, nonetheless. (Hiro and Jin are names I should keep in mind.)
Apparently, sanctuary is being made within Cellsvich for protection against enemies. There's a chance that we (myself, and Walter's group) could be denied, so I must be on the lookout for the other that is being built.
After all was said and done, the group dispersed...
Those scrolls are truly interesting. Though the fourty-nine that possess them can't be prepared for, they are truly curious. Perhaps it's the mage in me speaking (or rather, penning), but I feel like I might want to study one of those.
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Post by FancyCyclops » Tue Dec 11, 2018 10:29 am

On the Subject of Clans
8/24/339

Another tense day in Cellsvich. Another day where I'm only half-focused.
The main focus of this entry, of course, is the info I've learned about the Shinobi Scroll Shadow Showdown,
why this is happening, how this is happening and snippets of what is happening, in no particular order.
First, I learned that the Ivory Pilgrims Monastery is now safe to reside in (thank Mercala), thanks to the cautious eyes of the allied ninja/shinobi.
(I should really catch his name next time...)
As well as within the walls of Cellsvich.

Also, I learned why this is happening. Me, Ard and Alex are mere distractions, so I've heard.
Training. Not even for the money, but mere training. What kind of training?
Milling on it won't help...
Some day, I will go back to my normal life. No more ninja nonsense. No more magical scrolls.
Then, I will get engaged... Yaeko. I'm so sorry I kept it waiting...
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Post by FancyCyclops » Tue Jan 01, 2019 3:55 pm

Note;
There's going to be a lot of pages, and this might be a bit unsorted.
Please be advised. I have tried to seperate each "chapter" to the best of my ability.
A back-breaking mistake and the story so far;
10/26/339 ~ 1/27/340
The Beginning
It's been a long time in that hospital, and in that time a lot happened.
However, each day, besides the events, have become a blur. It all started on the day 10/26/339,
when I was doing what just about everyone (I know) does in Cellsvich; loiter around the square, when Walter had decided to remind me
I had an exercise schedule (that didn't involve holding the rucksack for as long as possible), and that I was to train my arms, through the practice of push-ups. However, I believed that I could, in fact, lift my rucksack and was confident in my strength.
How far from the truth I was. As I attempted to do my first push-up with the rucksack on, pain shot through my body, and I had a back-breaking realization (in more ways than one);
I was not quite that strong. Nor was I my own best judge. It was loud enough for all to hear.
The session was terminated, as I had to be brought to Sanctuary, put in a brace (after diagnosis), then await recovery.

And so began the two month wait.
The Wait - Ard's Visit
In the beginning, all that I can recall is that I had to wait. A lot. Prayer helped to pass the time, as did Vera's questioning.
Nothing noteworthy. However, what was noteworthy;
I had to go through some awkward explanations in the beginning; starting with Ardnaid. After explaining the situation to her,
she told me to stay, for not only my sake, but Yaeko's May Mercala's light keep her safe and hers.
I lent her some potions, also lightening the load on my back a bit.

Then came Walter's visit.
The Wait - Walter's First Visit
At first, he was surprised that I was still there, which I then explained as for being for my own sake.
Though, loneliness being the beast it is, Walter had prepared to fight it. He has gathered a group of formidable loneliness slayers (aka his friends)
to fell the terrible beast. However, in the process, it is likely that my dignity was also slain, as collateral damage.
After continued conversation, eventually, a subject came up. Not my terrible eating habits within the walls (I should really return this food),
but rumors. Rumors that could ruin the target; Claudia.
After a momentary verbal spat, she and Tani headed off.
The Wait - Claudia's Last Visit
I reassured Walter in the time that they were gone, discussed our relationships, then, afterwards, the topic of rumors came up again, as
Tani and Claudia entered the room, latter in not a very jovial mood. In fact, she was in a state of irrational anger, as it appears that there
were rumors that she was using her friends. Her manner of speech, as I could recall, was her being more angry that there were rumors against her, rather than the problem itself.
She refused to calm down.
After storming off, Walter was less than happy. He saw the best in her, yet......After more talking, the door opens. Claudia is back, irrational want for violence with her, along with Tani. Nobody wanted to fight but Claudia. I forced myself out of the bed in an attempt to end it, but only after the first strike.
After treating Walter's wound (possibly risking myself further injury in the process), against protests, Tani finally got the guard for
Claudia, though nobody else in the room wanted it. As the guard made their way in, there was but one thought that stuck out.
With friends like these, who needs enemies?
The Wait - The Inevitable
I continued to stare a hole into that ceiling. After a brief questioning by the guard, a brief questioning of what was going on,
then a brief exit, I was then greeted by at least two familiar faces; Tosseau and Strangelove. Oh, and Tani gave me a plush.
To be honest, I was quite afraid at first, even with Tosseau to keep her from claiming my head.
Though I did get chewed out as among the worst people she knew. But, a truce was to be struck.
I will not plot behind her back, I will save her life as I would another and I will not talk behind her back. In exchange,
all I got was safety and a second chance. Wouldn't need, nor want anything more.
After a discussion on what may happen when I break the truce (besides my guilt killing me from the inside-out),
there was another familiar face. More friendly, though he did seem completely baffled (I don't blame him) that I broke my
back with a push-up. No, rather, I announced it to a room of friendly faces.
After talk of a game of Technica, as well as implied relationships, enough was enough. Yakin had decided to give Walter the standard punishment in the ice-fishing industry. Behold; fish. As he took out the frozen fish, Walter stood, and faced the music.
With a loud slap, Walter was sent flying into the wall! Yakin's honor avenged, eventually they made up, through only the most
manly of ways; rising up, hugging briefly with mutual pats on the back, but only briefly. Truly, this is how men bond.
After further discussions and well-wishes, they headed off. I began to wonder to myself when the wait will end.
The Wait - The Reminder
It was another wonderful day of staring at the ceiling, interrupted by a menacing gaze from Walter!
Of course, it was dire news, as I had to in fact, get my daily food. Jokes aside, there was, indeed, important news.
The Ninja are still active and they appear to have a (possibly paraphrased) "serial rapist" among their ranks.
Long story short, the ninja(?) tried to take advantage of first someone else, then demanded Walter. Not only that, but a secret was revealed.
For the sake of Walter, this secret will not be jotted down. However, I know not of how long this secret can be kept.
(If you're reading this, please don't inquire.)
And I must remember not to blame myself. Not everything is my fault. Also, I have to remember to eat.
The Wait - The First Steps
Another day of staring into the ceiling, another day of Walter's visit. Or, rather, Doctor Walter. He was in a rather jovial mood!
Or, perhaps he just felt like messing around, or lifting my spirits. Theories non-withstanding, I did, in fact, make my way outside for
the Yuletide season. Unfortunately, it appeared everyone was hatted, and I have chosen the wrong time to be hatless.
However, I was spared, and merely given a chance to convert to the guild of hats. So I did, as it was the season to be jolly (And to be thankful), though I did not get a costume, due to my poor state (though I was not poor of Murai).
As I was given my hat, I sat back and continued chatting with Walter. The square was empty, and after enough time I realized that besides
the company, there was no difference in productivity between lying in bed and being in the square.
As I headed back into the hospital bed, we discussed why Imperial customs are, then eventually, I drifted off.
The Wait - The Recurrence
Perhaps it was another day of the same old, same thing. Perhaps I was doing something different.
It mattered not, not so much as this event did; the recurrence of Strangelove, this time without Tosseau. This time, I was most certainly
uneasy. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Yet I felt a sort of calm. The kind of calm that isn't, for lack of a better team, like
I've come to terms with my own death. Of course, Strangelove merely wanted to warn me of the impending dinner, along with wonder why exactly
I hated her. Ah, now that I ruminated on it, the reason why I loathed her was because she reminded me of the capital incarnate; Imperia.
However, at that moment, I could only remember of her actions. But she had her reasons, too. Almost letting her die. Willing to turn upon my
vows and religions over this petty grudge. Meanwhile, my worst enemy; my self-loathing, mocked me. Mocked me for not simply blindly looking
at her as a mere caricature, as well as mocking me for faltering.
Gods I hate that voice.
But I did hear out her story. That she was loathed throughout her life, even before the guard badge went on. That she relied on what people
liked her, until then they disappeared, and she turned into the person she was today. She is hated by many, but has the conviction to continue
doing what (she thinks) is right, regardless of what others think. (Opposite of me, really.)
Ultimately, they were not the problem with the guard, I realize. Merely their scapegoat. Regardless of perceived favoritism,
as it turns out, the guard were all too willing to kick her off to raise their own standing, through a flawed investigation...
There's some smudged frustrated scribbling below.

Even so, it still appears to be incomplete. Wonder if it'll be completed by next century.
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