Lesson of the Day : A Picture's Worth A 1000 Words...
Edit : [[Filtered from Luca]]
Yesterday... was certainly...uncomfortable to say the least. A custom from another place. I lit candles in a cathedral. Many, many candles. Seed, Culgan, Han Cunningham who was once my father's best friend, Gorudo & Luca Blight (although I don't think I shall ever have an ounce of regret over those two)...
I have a new tablet, so I don't have to run to the internet cafe every time to post anymore. Writing on the glass itself seems much easier than poking at those confounded unalphabetical keyboard things. (I probably shouldn't have taken my other tablet-- all of a day old-- into the bathtub with me. It stopped working halfway through that cursed day and even though the blood later disappeared, it wouldn't work again. My prying it apart to look at its innards probably didn't help, either.)
I've also bought a wonderful gadget that originates from another world... a 'camera'. It takes startling accurate images of anything I want it to, much better than any painting I've ever seen. So now I can keep a better record of what I discover in this strange city, and even if I should suddenly find a way back home, the camera is small enough for me to take these images with me. (I don't even want to know what the shopkeeper is going to do with the toenail clippings he asked in payment for it.)
I must have some secret masochistic streak. I went to look at the fountains again. This time Bright Shield attacked and it was Black Sword who was destroyed. I don't find this ending any more comforting than the first.
That stuff they were handing out yesterday is pretty good. (I couldn't eat it then. Not like that) I'll have to see if they sell it in the square.
[[OOC : Strikes = deleted. Shuichi! You got Riou hooked on pocky!]]
Yesterday... was certainly...uncomfortable to say the least. A custom from another place. I lit candles in a cathedral. Many, many candles. Seed, Culgan, Han Cunningham who was once my father's best friend, Gorudo & Luca Blight (although I don't think I shall ever have an ounce of regret over those two)...
I have a new tablet, so I don't have to run to the internet cafe every time to post anymore. Writing on the glass itself seems much easier than poking at those confounded unalphabetical keyboard things. (I probably shouldn't have taken my other tablet-- all of a day old-- into the bathtub with me. It stopped working halfway through that cursed day and even though the blood later disappeared, it wouldn't work again. My prying it apart to look at its innards probably didn't help, either.)
I've also bought a wonderful gadget that originates from another world... a 'camera'. It takes startling accurate images of anything I want it to, much better than any painting I've ever seen. So now I can keep a better record of what I discover in this strange city, and even if I should suddenly find a way back home, the camera is small enough for me to take these images with me. (I don't even want to know what the shopkeeper is going to do with the toenail clippings he asked in payment for it.)
I must have some secret masochistic streak. I went to look at the fountains again. This time Bright Shield attacked and it was Black Sword who was destroyed. I don't find this ending any more comforting than the first.
That stuff they were handing out yesterday is pretty good. (I couldn't eat it then. Not like that) I'll have to see if they sell it in the square.
[[OOC : Strikes = deleted. Shuichi! You got Riou hooked on pocky!]]