-is there no one who can show me-
[[Private, unhackable]]
I've looked back as far as I can recall, and there's no sign of Tomoe in the ranks of the Dark as I know them. I don't see why there isn't, though. What could he possibly hope to gain by allowing his daughter to be possessed so haphazardly? Is it a plan? An experiment? There's more to learn, and yet... if he harms that child, I will find a way to bring the deed to his door.
A few more notes on this era's cryptological complications, and then Filch can put the tablets in storage until the beginning of the year.
[[/private]]
*singing as he studies the tablets, unaware that the lyrics are being transcribed*
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring....
[[This is what comes of listening to Terrence Mann's Broadway work while writing a post. The verses are from Shakespeare's Henry VIII, Act III, Scene I, so Bob, who has a frankly magnificent voice, is essentially singing show-tunes from the sixteen-hundreds.
And to continue the memeage, here's the Candybar Bob Doll. Ta-da!
This post has been edited for quality control. ^^]]
I've looked back as far as I can recall, and there's no sign of Tomoe in the ranks of the Dark as I know them. I don't see why there isn't, though. What could he possibly hope to gain by allowing his daughter to be possessed so haphazardly? Is it a plan? An experiment? There's more to learn, and yet... if he harms that child, I will find a way to bring the deed to his door.
A few more notes on this era's cryptological complications, and then Filch can put the tablets in storage until the beginning of the year.
[[/private]]
*singing as he studies the tablets, unaware that the lyrics are being transcribed*
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring....
[[This is what comes of listening to Terrence Mann's Broadway work while writing a post. The verses are from Shakespeare's Henry VIII, Act III, Scene I, so Bob, who has a frankly magnificent voice, is essentially singing show-tunes from the sixteen-hundreds.
And to continue the memeage, here's the Candybar Bob Doll. Ta-da!
This post has been edited for quality control. ^^]]