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25 0'clock. Charisma speaks on the coming of NYX.
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22nd-Jul-2010 03:06 pm(no subject)
twilight time
This entry is simply an update so that LJ doesn't think this journal is abandoned. Please reply
9th-Aug-2009 04:53 pm(no subject)
talking
Here's an odd word of Vietnamese I encountered today.

(cái) thóp: the soft spot on the top of a newborn baby's head.
Makes you think, doesn't it?

But anyway..


I am he. As you are he.

And if need be, I'll be whatever you need me to be. Just be here with me.

Here at the end of all things.
It seems funny yet fitting some 1960s pop group got it. The interchangablity of all things, all creatures. All the masks we wear as silly humans, flitting about in our brief time on the ever changing stage of life.

I am he. As you are he. But you are me and we? are all together.

All together and awaiting the end, again. Again? Yes, I fear sometimes that this type of thing is a never ending cycle, and oft-repeating loop. After all it's a known fact most people are xenophobic and sedentary. They live, they die, never going more than perhaps ten miles in either direction. They fear anything even remotely different from themselves, and they watch the rest of the world with wary eyes, taking up perpetual guard duty over their tiny little sanctuaries full of the useless junk that for them passes as treasure.

If you never leave your hometown, and in turn that town succumbs to some unspeakable disaster- war, pestilence, freakish acts of nature- for you that moment IS the end of the world, is it not? Nothing you know can ever be the same again, can it?

The finite cycle of walking the streets of your familiar sights are erased in one weary flick of some indifferent god's hand. How sad.

Oh, tell me you cannot smell this one coming, Silent Hill! I can, and I am not even from your dreary berg, I merely find myself squatting in it.

But then, I am the Prophet Charisma. If nothing else we need must not remember our most cherished names and at one time that was all I was- Charisma, the King of the Shadows. The executor of random revenge upon Port Island's hapless populi. The be-crier of Nyx. The founding father of the revolution! against the Kirijou and all their pestilent pals.

I do not forget even in moments of most tender love or the deepest of fear awaking as I do from the nightmares this town imparts, yet still I do not forget. I know who I am.

Goo goo ga joob, children.
1st-Apr-2009 06:29 am(no subject)
scared

An Omnipresence in the Network


A BROKEN BELL. I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT WHY IT WAS THERE.


I REMEMBERED A TERRIFYING DREAM, BUT NONE OF THE DETAILS.

I DIDN'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT, SO I BURIED IT UNDER THE SWINGS OUT IN THE BACKYARD.



NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW...

IF NO ONE KNOWS, IT CAN BE THE SAME AS IF IT NEVER HAPPENED AT ALL.

SO I'M SECRETLY REWRITING MY MEMORIES.


I'VE BURIED THAT SCARY DREAM.

BECAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENED.




{{OOC:Takaya found that scarier website, the 666 one.}}

11th-Mar-2009 06:19 am(no subject)
twilight time
One thing I really missed while being dead: food. Omg, since I couldn't eat anything, I craved and even dreamed about food {which makes no sense}. Matsutake gohan, hot and sour soup, sukiyaki, winter melon soup, naengmyeon, vegetable croquette, yakiniku-don, fried rice, chilled tofu with green onion and soy sauce.. my stomach wants to throw up, but my brain and mouth never cease craving for food.

Of course, all we have here is Happy Burger, so perhaps this is why I oft take ill.

I do not wish to go home again. But sometimes I wish these Americans had ONE decent place to eat!

Perhaps I never reincarnated as I thought. Perhaps this IS one of the many Hells we are warned about in the cosmological myths of the ages.
28th-Oct-2008 11:15 pm(no subject)
scared
Q:Pick a word that starts with the first letter of your name:
Trinitrophenylmethylnitramine...it's a type of explosive...

What is a shadow? It is the self without a face or a name, all outline and no feature, the self on the verge of being erased. It is the incidental child of matter and light. Look how it spreads itself on the ground, weary but weightless, unable to leave a trace.
It's cooler here now, the winds wilder.
Is it possible for this not to be a story of disappearance?

I walk one block and pass a series of testaments to failure —the skeleton of a building, a half-built bridge already breaking down. On the dusty metal fence hangs a sign that promises a highway.
You were in love, you wanted out of a city that screamed abandonment. Well then, why not? We need to leave this scene soon- me, my friends who've seen so much of the dark side of the world, and the girl whose poetry has made me feel something once again. We need leave, but we need to stop the shadows, someone shouts and why? Why why why not? I never wanted to see this day come, but then again I always did.

Yes. Let's face this right this time.

Let's stop the shadows.

life.

i want your super secret answer.


let me in on it.

Why this side this time? Did one elevator ride change me for life? I'd like to think not; I'm still absolutely certain whether we stop this or not we're doomed because that's just as it is, and as it should be. For all the evil I've committed, and all the evil that's been unleashed on myself and on everyone else in the world the human race really deserves no better than the doom it's hashed out upon itself as its fair portion. However.. I guess having seen the mechanism of the greedy shadows that live within the Tower of Demise I've no intention of dying so very base and ignoble a death. If the choice is mine, perhaps it's best I join these heroic idiots this time and face what it is I once merely wanted to see, and see alone- pure terror.

Is that what life is, what it's about? Fighting the fight in spite of the imminent ending? I've no idea. I never gave life a lot of thought, save to live it, one moment at a time, ever aware of it's consequential ending.

Did this mean I wasn't doing it right? Always looking towards the tolling of the bell. Well. This time it might be a bit different.. or exactly the same, who knows?
9th-Aug-2008 08:54 pm(no subject)
bugging ppl
Jin?

They said Jin was out here, can it be true? Jin?

How is it you come to be alive? This is a wondrous thing, is it not?

If only Chidori had had more courage she might yet be here with us as well to rejoice in this bounteous new life that has been given us..

I saw it, you know. I saw NYX..

It was all that I had hoped it would be, and yet.. it was nothing like anything I could have imagined. I'm sorry that I left you there to fulfill your duty but as you know, those meddlesome fools would have done what they could to prevent Her from coming..

In the end I believe its radiance is what killed me. I'd like to believe that that was what it was. It was both laughable and lamentable watching them, Gekkokan's golden heroes, as they realised what an immense and unstoppable majesty it was they were truly facing..

Look. I'm at a place called Brookhaven. Where can I find you? Will you still want to meet me? There's someone here with me.. someone I'd like you to meet.

::private::

The SEES robot has survived, and means you harm. I had been conversing with it but now? I'm not so sure this is wise to continue. If it would dare to threaten you than it is clearly something that will once again become hostile to me as well.

The late Aragaki-san has seen fit to quit his grave as well. We had an altercation once, but I believe he is, for the most part harmless.. he may even, should we deign to trust him, be swayed to our way of thinking with a little pushing. I doubt very much he would see fit to listen to me; after all, I killed him. But you.. that may be another story entire.

Oh yes. One thing more. A dog is here as well. The SEES group seem to have somehow fitted it with some means to summon a Persona as well.
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