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Character: Mahiru Shiraishi
Series: Crescent Moon
Age: 17
Canon: Mahiru is pretty much a normal school girl. She gossips about boys, worries about her clothes, and spends her afternoons helping demons steal back ancient artifacts. She has the power to give good luck to anyone who touches her, and the price for this is exceedingly bad luck for herself (and underwater visions, but that's another story). Examples being that her parents died before their time, she can never have a boyfriend, and she always ruins new clothes. Luckily, she isn't from Gundam Seed Destiny, and never lets this get her down for very long. She's cheerful, energetic, helpful, and just a tad nosy.
Mahiru refuses to let the demons she lives with hurt human beings, and she stops human beings from hurting the demons, as well, to the point of sacrificing herself. When she touches a demon, her 'good luck' gives them an extra boost of power which enables them to transform at times when they would otherwise be incapable of doing so. As a result, she often goes with them into the middle of danger.
Wow, Mr. Batty. I don't think this is the Lunar Palace. Wasn't it just a little bit wetter last time? And I thought the sickness was cured, why are some of them still decomposing? Maybe if I try to heal them - Ackphht! Okay, Mr. Demon, please don't reach under my skirt like that, it's not polite at all! And yes, it's very nice you found a nice purse full of money and I hope you'll share with all your friends that are coming around. That's weird, though... usually that doesn't happen with demons.
Er, hello everyone! I'm Mahiru, and I hope we can get along well. Oboro told me that he was sending me to a summer camp for some relaxation and when I saw the advertising brochure, I just knew I needed to come here! It's almost like a theme park, right? It's even got one of those trendy murder mystery games! I can't wait to meet everyone - they look like they're having so much fun, even if there are a few sad faces, and a little bit of fighting, and um... was that two guys I saw kissing? ...That's okay, though! Love is love, after al- Mr. Demon, please stop trying to touch me! You've already found the money and now - oh, where did that piece of gold from? Good for you, Mr. De - well, hello Mr. Demon the 2nd, it's nice to meet you, too. Gee, please don't tell me that it's passing to the DEMONS now... and I like the nice purple and fur on your coat. Please, all you, stop shoving! I'm sure there's a way to get along and - NOT THE LAKE!
Nozomu, Mitsuru? I changed my mind - I don't think I like it here....
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Character: Nataku
Series: Saiyuki
Age: It’s never really said, but I speculate somewhere around 14 or 15. Goku is approximately 13 in Gaiden (if you do the math), and Nataku is around his age but clearly older. He’s a kid. I promise. ♥
Canon: The Crown Prince of War Nataku is the only being in Heaven allowed to kill. As such, he is called "The Killing Puppet" and is basically treated as Heaven's bitch to destroy whatever he's told to (and he always obeys, even if reluctant to do so). He's constantly told by his father that he was only born to kill and that no one would care if he died. To make matters worse, he believes this. Since his interactions with adults tend to be on the negative side, he's developed a distaste and mistrust of his elders. He's said more than once that he'll never grow up to be like them.
Nataku was the only kid in Heaven until Son Goku showed up. At first arrogant with the boy, the two struck up a fast albeit brief friendship. Goku was about the only one with whom Nataku would allow himself to act like a child. At all other times, Nataku was mature and ultimately obedient, though prone to make sarcastic, snarky remarks. He's also a prankster--the first line in the sample entry is something that actually happened. :D
So. Killing Puppet, hates adults, prankster, arrogant, smart ass. Go!
Um...Is this some delayed punishment for drawing nose hairs on the emperor's face while he was sleeping?
I have to admit, the idea of camp was interesting, at first. The only other child I've ever been around was...well, I never knew his name. But we were only able to play together briefly and Father didn't approve of our friendship at all. When Kanzeon Bosatsu demanded that he send me to summer camp even though she had that strange grin on her face, I was intrigued. I was then told that the camp would have counselors to protect me in case anything should happen. I have complete confidence in my abilities to protect myself, but nevertheless, I will...obey their commands.
I was dropped off at the end of a pathway and told to follow it up to the camp grounds. Without a light. In the night fog. As if that wasn't enough, a bunny with big, sharp, pointed teeth appeared out of nowhere and stole my sword from me before hopping back into the woods. And I used to think those things were cute.
I was running after it when suddenly something grabbed at me. As if I wasn’t disappointed enough so far, some creature thought it would be fun to mate with me. So I shoved my hand through its chest and killed it.
...Or so I thought. It got back up and started grabbing at me again, despite the big gaping hole in its chest. This time I grabbed its hand, only half the creature’s arm came off with it and it started batting me in the head. I probably should have saved it to put under someone’s sheets... More of the creatures started showing up, so I actually had to run like hell draw back. So I could reorganize another plan of attack.
Lucky for the creatures, I made it to camp before thinking up another attack scheme. I've now been told that the creatures are called "zombies" and that the only way to kill them is to shoot at their eyes, so I was given this huge weapon. Why the counselors think this thing could help me is beyond me. Anyway, I tried to practice swinging this thing at a tree earlier and it didn’t even scratch the bark. I think it needs to be sharpened.
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Character: Lowe Guele
Series: Gundam SEED Astray
Age: 18 (20 during Destiny)
Canon: Lowe Guele is your everyday Gundam-piloting mechanic Natural from the Cosmic Era who gathers and sells junked parts from battlefields for a living. He is normally a happy-go-lucky person, but if trouble should arise, in the form of some harassment, mistreatment, or other injustice, Lowe will gladly take up his mobile suit to fight such evils. He also has a tendency to do something that nobody would even think about doing. Ability-wise, he has a natural talent of detecting and fixing broken mechanical parts (which is mainly the reason why he joined the Junk Guild, a neutral organization dedicated to sell salvaged parts to noncombatants[read: Anyone that is not ZAFT or EA] and other organizations, at the age of 16), and he is a very skilled swordfighter as well. He also makes mobile suits and customizes mobile weapons in his spare time, and treats them not as a tool for destruction, but as a way to bring peace. He brings along with him his trusty computer "Eight", who has a personality of its own.
Man, these guys are tough crowd.
It's been only two days at camp, and already the zombies dislike me. I've been trying so hard to get them enthusiastic for giant robots, but it just seems that they won't listen! I can't understand it!
Look, a good camp needs good activities, and what better activity is there than building your own mobile suit? It's fun to design and build! It helps build important engineering skills and teamwork! It's much more unique than making the same ol' trinkets that most other camps have! There's nothing wrong with it at all.
But, why are the people so hostile? At the very moment I've tried to introduce myself, they just started to attack me! And it wasn't just to maim, they were going to kill me if I didn't run away! I expected it to be weird, which was probably the only reason why I came here in the first place, but not this violent. And they didn't even like it when I tried to introduce mobile suits to them. They were too focused on 'brains' to think about creating their own awesome giant robots. Heck, if I were them, I would be rather glad that they have something to distract themselves from their horrible breath and peeling skin. Wonder if they don't have toothpaste...
Well! That's not going to stop me!
I will make it my goal to convert all the undead into mecha addicts! They WILL learn to stop being so aggressive and truly appreciate what a work of art a mobile suit really is! There will be no need for fighting anymore, since they will be too busy designing and building. After all, that is the true way of the Junk Guild, to not see these creations as a weapon of war, but to love them as a tool for creation and innovation! They will stop mumbling 'brains', and instead start ranting 'machines'!
Something tells me that I should've done this with the campers first, though... Ah, eventually I'll get to all of them somehow.
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Character: Enjolras (As a featured character in a lengthy nineteenth century novel, he is not granted a given name by the author - his player calls him Michel for convenience)
Series: Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
Age: 19 (In his official description in canon, it reads that “his two-and-twenty years looked like only seventeen,” but the point in time to which that age applies is somewhat ambiguous. He runs with a bunch of university students, and it is generally accepted that he is both young and strange for his age. I think that it would be reasonable for him to be about 19 when he first met Marius, i.e. circa 1828, approximately four years before the events covered in the musical occur.)
Canon: A young, fanatical leader of a group of student revolutionaries in early nineteenth century Paris, France. Not simply idealistic, he is presented in canon as embodying revolutionary ideal himself: “a soldier of democracy,” a “priest of the ideal” with “one passion, justice.” While charismatic enough to gain himself a following, he is also very stern, even harsh at times, and his single-minded devotion to what he views as the betterment of his country and her people excludes things part of a normal university student’s life, such as women, from his life. He is portrayed as primarily interacting with members of the political club (Les Amis de l’ABC that he leads, though it is probable that he views his acquaintances more as political allies and debating
partners (and oneadmirer stalker literary foil thorn in his side) rather than friends. In other words, he loves the People and has the ability to gain the loyalty of people but still manages to be something of a social retard. For all of his speechifying, he prefers to be a man of action; during the Insurrection of 1832, he is less chatty than the other students during the actual insurrection-ing, giving his big speeches during times of waiting. Oh, yeah, and Hugo says that he’s “angelically beautiful."
It seems that the tyranny of Charles X is more oppressive than we ever knew. I was leaving the Café Musain alone last night (that medical student, Combeferre, has been insisting on accompanying me for the past few weeks, but last night said something about something being “like trying to seduce a brick wall”; I can only figure that he was metaphorically referring to attempting to convince the stone workers to our cause, though I must debate the use of the vocabulary of lust in his rhetoric), after being sure to check the street for those pitiable grisettes, who like to invade my personal space and blink rapidly at me for some reason, when all went black. When I awoke, I was in a strange forest; certainly not Paris, and I cannot say for sure if I am even still in my beloved France. I had not thought that the true nature of our meetings at the Café Musain were known to the police, but the recent election of the leftist majority in Parliament must have Charles X fearing (and correctly so, for the divine right of the people will triumph in the end - may I live to see it!) and, as a result, taking despotic action against those who would oppose his unjust rule. I can only surmise that I am a political prisoner of some sort, though it is odd that I would have been abandoned to my own devices rather than being confronted by an authority figure of some sort; still, not even presenting a man with the opportunity to argue in his own defense, no matter how futile his arguments may be in the face of unjust absolutism, is only more evidence of the king’s tyranny.
It is a relief to find some indication of civilization. This appears to be a printing machine of some sort, though I cannot locate any of the parts that one would think necessary for such a device (I am no student of mechanics, but I would like to think that I possess enough sense and education to see what should be obvious). At least it seems to record text. If I am unable to ever return to Paris, perhaps one of my comrades - or any child of France who can and will bear witness of what the king will do against the citizens of his own motherland - will find this. I have already been attacked once since I awoke here; a small group of pitiable individuals, their clothes and physical features eaten away by the ravages of poverty, approached me and attempted to do me violence. I was forced to defend myself, possibly killing one or two of them in the process, which weighs heavily on my soul. Still, a lifetime of abasement had possibly twisted these souls beyond saving. The unfortunates swarmed around me worse than the whores that gather in the Rue des Grès. I am not familiar with the native vernacular of the people, but the word that they repeated with the highest frequency and the greatest passion sounded oddly like “Braaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiinnnnsssssssssss.” Perhaps it was Polish; I now regret not paying greater attention to Feuilly’s latest rant discourse on the most recent developments in Polish nationalism.
There is also the possibility that one of my “friends” finally succeeded in slipping absinthe into my glass while I was not looking; if that is, indeed, the case, I not only fail to comprehend the appeal of the drink, but I also plan to have a few words with them regarding behavior appropriate for those responsible for the deliverance of the nation.
I will now attempt to ascertain whether the unfortunates whom I encountered earlier were political prisoners like me or are the downtrodden citizens of this country. Their state of being appears to be truly miserable, though I have to say from my own observations that the rural poor, though destitute, are not as pitiable as the urban poor, who suffer from decay of the spirit as well as the body. If I can prevent them from attempting to gnaw on me in their great hunger, as the last crowd tried to do, I am sure that I will be able to convince them of hope; and from hope, to action. Though France will always have the highest place in my heart, perhaps I will be able to do some good here, too. In the words of Rousseau, “When something an affliction happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.”
And even if this is nothing but a chemical-fueled hallucination, however, I will act as though it is real. I believe that the tree next to this printing machine is attempting to touch me in an inappropriate manner, and I am feeling too discomforted to ignore it as a product of my imagination (surely my imagination is not so depraved as this).
If this is absinthe, there will be serious words with those useless and depraved university students my comrades.
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Character: Yami no Bakura
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh
Age: Spiritually 3000+, Physically 16-ish
Canon: Yami Bakura is the soul of an ancient Egyptian
tomb robber who, after a bit of a skirmish with the pharaoh, got himself
sealed in the millennium ring (one of seven magical dark items which he had
been trying to steal). In recent times, the ring came into the possession of
unwary Ryou Bakura, who then played host for the spirit as he once more
sought the millennium items so he could use them to summon the ultimate
creature of darkness and bring the world to destruction. Yami Bakura faced
the spirit of the Pharaoh in a final game of darkness and lost…again.
Despite his constant defeat at the hands of the Pharaoh, Yami Bakura is
confident and egotistical. He’s a talented and ruthless thief and gamer and
is not at all above creatively manipulating (or outright killing) others if
it’ll get him what he wants. He rather enjoys being evil and has both
sadistic and masochistic tendencies. His interests include the occult (so
not much scares him) card battling games and tabletop RPGs and his special
skill is the ability to seal all or part of a soul (others or his own) into
inanimate objects.
This is not how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to
win. The world was supposed to be thrown into utter darkness, chaos, and
suffering…
I was not supposed to lose and find myself in the middle of this damnable
swamp.
No doubt the Egyptian gods found some humor in sending me to this armpit of
the world after my temporary defeat (only temporary, mind you).
Well, I don’t find this funny. It’s wet, swarming with insects, and the
stench is overpowering. Yet this is not how I envisioned Hell or oblivion,
therefore I must still be somewhere in the living world.
Averted death yet again. Hello chance number four (or is it five? I may have
lost count).
I still posses the body of my host, but haven’t sensed his presence since my
arrival. All the better. And my millennium ring appears to have retained its
power - well most of it, anyway. It doesn’t seem able to get me out of here.
No matter. I’m leaving these unworthy surroundings and if I must walk, then
I’ll walk. I have revenge to plot.
Unfortunately, every time I turn around I’m faced with the locals. The
moaning, decaying and perpetually hungry locals. I assumed, since I’d
already established that this was not Hell, that they were merely
masquerading mortals. I found this to be false when I discovered that they
had no souls to steal or banish and yet they managed to remain active
despite this handicap. They’re an interesting lot, but alas, they are in my
way and must be dealt with accordingly. Can you believe they have the nerve
to attack me? Ballsy devils, I’ll give them that. But they’d be so much more
amusing if only they screamed. I just can’t get the same level of
satisfaction from destroying creatures that can’t feel the beautiful pain I
am giving them. Thought the squelching, snapping wet noises they do make are
sheer music.
But with their numbers, it will take too much time and effort to slaughter
them all. I need a new plan, but this irritating swamp forces me to maintain
a brisk pace to keep the zombies mosquitoes from biting,
making it difficult to focus. So I am attempting to seek temporary shelter
in this Camp Fuck You Die (doesn’t it sound inviting?). It’s not often that
I prefer the accompaniment of the living over the dead, but this is a
special situation. I must strategize. Hmm…perhaps my ring would be able to
get me out of here if I recharged it…
Would anyone like to play a game? I promise to play nice…
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Character: Mahiru Shiraishi
Series: Crescent Moon
Age: 17
Canon: Mahiru is pretty much a normal school girl. She gossips about boys, worries about her clothes, and spends her afternoons helping demons steal back ancient artifacts. She has the power to give good luck to anyone who touches her, and the price for this is exceedingly bad luck for herself (and underwater visions, but that's another story). Examples being that her parents died before their time, she can never have a boyfriend, and she always ruins new clothes. Luckily, she isn't from Gundam Seed Destiny, and never lets this get her down for very long. She's cheerful, energetic, helpful, and just a tad nosy.
Mahiru refuses to let the demons she lives with hurt human beings, and she stops human beings from hurting the demons, as well, to the point of sacrificing herself. When she touches a demon, her 'good luck' gives them an extra boost of power which enables them to transform at times when they would otherwise be incapable of doing so. As a result, she often goes with them into the middle of danger.
Wow, Mr. Batty. I don't think this is the Lunar Palace. Wasn't it just a little bit wetter last time? And I thought the sickness was cured, why are some of them still decomposing? Maybe if I try to heal them - Ackphht! Okay, Mr. Demon, please don't reach under my skirt like that, it's not polite at all! And yes, it's very nice you found a nice purse full of money and I hope you'll share with all your friends that are coming around. That's weird, though... usually that doesn't happen with demons.
Er, hello everyone! I'm Mahiru, and I hope we can get along well. Oboro told me that he was sending me to a summer camp for some relaxation and when I saw the advertising brochure, I just knew I needed to come here! It's almost like a theme park, right? It's even got one of those trendy murder mystery games! I can't wait to meet everyone - they look like they're having so much fun, even if there are a few sad faces, and a little bit of fighting, and um... was that two guys I saw kissing? ...That's okay, though! Love is love, after al- Mr. Demon, please stop trying to touch me! You've already found the money and now - oh, where did that piece of gold from? Good for you, Mr. De - well, hello Mr. Demon the 2nd, it's nice to meet you, too. Gee, please don't tell me that it's passing to the DEMONS now... and I like the nice purple and fur on your coat. Please, all you, stop shoving! I'm sure there's a way to get along and - NOT THE LAKE!
Nozomu, Mitsuru? I changed my mind - I don't think I like it here....
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Character: Nataku
Series: Saiyuki
Age: It’s never really said, but I speculate somewhere around 14 or 15. Goku is approximately 13 in Gaiden (if you do the math), and Nataku is around his age but clearly older. He’s a kid. I promise. ♥
Canon: The Crown Prince of War Nataku is the only being in Heaven allowed to kill. As such, he is called "The Killing Puppet" and is basically treated as Heaven's bitch to destroy whatever he's told to (and he always obeys, even if reluctant to do so). He's constantly told by his father that he was only born to kill and that no one would care if he died. To make matters worse, he believes this. Since his interactions with adults tend to be on the negative side, he's developed a distaste and mistrust of his elders. He's said more than once that he'll never grow up to be like them.
Nataku was the only kid in Heaven until Son Goku showed up. At first arrogant with the boy, the two struck up a fast albeit brief friendship. Goku was about the only one with whom Nataku would allow himself to act like a child. At all other times, Nataku was mature and ultimately obedient, though prone to make sarcastic, snarky remarks. He's also a prankster--the first line in the sample entry is something that actually happened. :D
So. Killing Puppet, hates adults, prankster, arrogant, smart ass. Go!
Um...Is this some delayed punishment for drawing nose hairs on the emperor's face while he was sleeping?
I have to admit, the idea of camp was interesting, at first. The only other child I've ever been around was...well, I never knew his name. But we were only able to play together briefly and Father didn't approve of our friendship at all. When Kanzeon Bosatsu demanded that he send me to summer camp even though she had that strange grin on her face, I was intrigued. I was then told that the camp would have counselors to protect me in case anything should happen. I have complete confidence in my abilities to protect myself, but nevertheless, I will...obey their commands.
I was dropped off at the end of a pathway and told to follow it up to the camp grounds. Without a light. In the night fog. As if that wasn't enough, a bunny with big, sharp, pointed teeth appeared out of nowhere and stole my sword from me before hopping back into the woods. And I used to think those things were cute.
I was running after it when suddenly something grabbed at me. As if I wasn’t disappointed enough so far, some creature thought it would be fun to mate with me. So I shoved my hand through its chest and killed it.
...Or so I thought. It got back up and started grabbing at me again, despite the big gaping hole in its chest. This time I grabbed its hand, only half the creature’s arm came off with it and it started batting me in the head. I probably should have saved it to put under someone’s sheets... More of the creatures started showing up, so I actually had to run like hell draw back. So I could reorganize another plan of attack.
Lucky for the creatures, I made it to camp before thinking up another attack scheme. I've now been told that the creatures are called "zombies" and that the only way to kill them is to shoot at their eyes, so I was given this huge weapon. Why the counselors think this thing could help me is beyond me. Anyway, I tried to practice swinging this thing at a tree earlier and it didn’t even scratch the bark. I think it needs to be sharpened.
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Character: Lowe Guele
Series: Gundam SEED Astray
Age: 18 (20 during Destiny)
Canon: Lowe Guele is your everyday Gundam-piloting mechanic Natural from the Cosmic Era who gathers and sells junked parts from battlefields for a living. He is normally a happy-go-lucky person, but if trouble should arise, in the form of some harassment, mistreatment, or other injustice, Lowe will gladly take up his mobile suit to fight such evils. He also has a tendency to do something that nobody would even think about doing. Ability-wise, he has a natural talent of detecting and fixing broken mechanical parts (which is mainly the reason why he joined the Junk Guild, a neutral organization dedicated to sell salvaged parts to noncombatants[read: Anyone that is not ZAFT or EA] and other organizations, at the age of 16), and he is a very skilled swordfighter as well. He also makes mobile suits and customizes mobile weapons in his spare time, and treats them not as a tool for destruction, but as a way to bring peace. He brings along with him his trusty computer "Eight", who has a personality of its own.
Man, these guys are tough crowd.
It's been only two days at camp, and already the zombies dislike me. I've been trying so hard to get them enthusiastic for giant robots, but it just seems that they won't listen! I can't understand it!
Look, a good camp needs good activities, and what better activity is there than building your own mobile suit? It's fun to design and build! It helps build important engineering skills and teamwork! It's much more unique than making the same ol' trinkets that most other camps have! There's nothing wrong with it at all.
But, why are the people so hostile? At the very moment I've tried to introduce myself, they just started to attack me! And it wasn't just to maim, they were going to kill me if I didn't run away! I expected it to be weird, which was probably the only reason why I came here in the first place, but not this violent. And they didn't even like it when I tried to introduce mobile suits to them. They were too focused on 'brains' to think about creating their own awesome giant robots. Heck, if I were them, I would be rather glad that they have something to distract themselves from their horrible breath and peeling skin. Wonder if they don't have toothpaste...
Well! That's not going to stop me!
I will make it my goal to convert all the undead into mecha addicts! They WILL learn to stop being so aggressive and truly appreciate what a work of art a mobile suit really is! There will be no need for fighting anymore, since they will be too busy designing and building. After all, that is the true way of the Junk Guild, to not see these creations as a weapon of war, but to love them as a tool for creation and innovation! They will stop mumbling 'brains', and instead start ranting 'machines'!
Something tells me that I should've done this with the campers first, though... Ah, eventually I'll get to all of them somehow.
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Character: Enjolras (As a featured character in a lengthy nineteenth century novel, he is not granted a given name by the author - his player calls him Michel for convenience)
Series: Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
Age: 19 (In his official description in canon, it reads that “his two-and-twenty years looked like only seventeen,” but the point in time to which that age applies is somewhat ambiguous. He runs with a bunch of university students, and it is generally accepted that he is both young and strange for his age. I think that it would be reasonable for him to be about 19 when he first met Marius, i.e. circa 1828, approximately four years before the events covered in the musical occur.)
Canon: A young, fanatical leader of a group of student revolutionaries in early nineteenth century Paris, France. Not simply idealistic, he is presented in canon as embodying revolutionary ideal himself: “a soldier of democracy,” a “priest of the ideal” with “one passion, justice.” While charismatic enough to gain himself a following, he is also very stern, even harsh at times, and his single-minded devotion to what he views as the betterment of his country and her people excludes things part of a normal university student’s life, such as women, from his life. He is portrayed as primarily interacting with members of the political club (Les Amis de l’ABC that he leads, though it is probable that he views his acquaintances more as political allies and debating
partners (and oneadmirer stalker literary foil thorn in his side) rather than friends. In other words, he loves the People and has the ability to gain the loyalty of people but still manages to be something of a social retard. For all of his speechifying, he prefers to be a man of action; during the Insurrection of 1832, he is less chatty than the other students during the actual insurrection-ing, giving his big speeches during times of waiting. Oh, yeah, and Hugo says that he’s “angelically beautiful."
It seems that the tyranny of Charles X is more oppressive than we ever knew. I was leaving the Café Musain alone last night (that medical student, Combeferre, has been insisting on accompanying me for the past few weeks, but last night said something about something being “like trying to seduce a brick wall”; I can only figure that he was metaphorically referring to attempting to convince the stone workers to our cause, though I must debate the use of the vocabulary of lust in his rhetoric), after being sure to check the street for those pitiable grisettes, who like to invade my personal space and blink rapidly at me for some reason, when all went black. When I awoke, I was in a strange forest; certainly not Paris, and I cannot say for sure if I am even still in my beloved France. I had not thought that the true nature of our meetings at the Café Musain were known to the police, but the recent election of the leftist majority in Parliament must have Charles X fearing (and correctly so, for the divine right of the people will triumph in the end - may I live to see it!) and, as a result, taking despotic action against those who would oppose his unjust rule. I can only surmise that I am a political prisoner of some sort, though it is odd that I would have been abandoned to my own devices rather than being confronted by an authority figure of some sort; still, not even presenting a man with the opportunity to argue in his own defense, no matter how futile his arguments may be in the face of unjust absolutism, is only more evidence of the king’s tyranny.
It is a relief to find some indication of civilization. This appears to be a printing machine of some sort, though I cannot locate any of the parts that one would think necessary for such a device (I am no student of mechanics, but I would like to think that I possess enough sense and education to see what should be obvious). At least it seems to record text. If I am unable to ever return to Paris, perhaps one of my comrades - or any child of France who can and will bear witness of what the king will do against the citizens of his own motherland - will find this. I have already been attacked once since I awoke here; a small group of pitiable individuals, their clothes and physical features eaten away by the ravages of poverty, approached me and attempted to do me violence. I was forced to defend myself, possibly killing one or two of them in the process, which weighs heavily on my soul. Still, a lifetime of abasement had possibly twisted these souls beyond saving. The unfortunates swarmed around me worse than the whores that gather in the Rue des Grès. I am not familiar with the native vernacular of the people, but the word that they repeated with the highest frequency and the greatest passion sounded oddly like “Braaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiinnnnsssssssssss.” Perhaps it was Polish; I now regret not paying greater attention to Feuilly’s latest rant discourse on the most recent developments in Polish nationalism.
There is also the possibility that one of my “friends” finally succeeded in slipping absinthe into my glass while I was not looking; if that is, indeed, the case, I not only fail to comprehend the appeal of the drink, but I also plan to have a few words with them regarding behavior appropriate for those responsible for the deliverance of the nation.
I will now attempt to ascertain whether the unfortunates whom I encountered earlier were political prisoners like me or are the downtrodden citizens of this country. Their state of being appears to be truly miserable, though I have to say from my own observations that the rural poor, though destitute, are not as pitiable as the urban poor, who suffer from decay of the spirit as well as the body. If I can prevent them from attempting to gnaw on me in their great hunger, as the last crowd tried to do, I am sure that I will be able to convince them of hope; and from hope, to action. Though France will always have the highest place in my heart, perhaps I will be able to do some good here, too. In the words of Rousseau, “When something an affliction happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.”
And even if this is nothing but a chemical-fueled hallucination, however, I will act as though it is real. I believe that the tree next to this printing machine is attempting to touch me in an inappropriate manner, and I am feeling too discomforted to ignore it as a product of my imagination (surely my imagination is not so depraved as this).
If this is absinthe, there will be serious words with those useless and depraved university students my comrades.
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Character: Yami no Bakura
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh
Age: Spiritually 3000+, Physically 16-ish
Canon: Yami Bakura is the soul of an ancient Egyptian
tomb robber who, after a bit of a skirmish with the pharaoh, got himself
sealed in the millennium ring (one of seven magical dark items which he had
been trying to steal). In recent times, the ring came into the possession of
unwary Ryou Bakura, who then played host for the spirit as he once more
sought the millennium items so he could use them to summon the ultimate
creature of darkness and bring the world to destruction. Yami Bakura faced
the spirit of the Pharaoh in a final game of darkness and lost…again.
Despite his constant defeat at the hands of the Pharaoh, Yami Bakura is
confident and egotistical. He’s a talented and ruthless thief and gamer and
is not at all above creatively manipulating (or outright killing) others if
it’ll get him what he wants. He rather enjoys being evil and has both
sadistic and masochistic tendencies. His interests include the occult (so
not much scares him) card battling games and tabletop RPGs and his special
skill is the ability to seal all or part of a soul (others or his own) into
inanimate objects.
This is not how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to
win. The world was supposed to be thrown into utter darkness, chaos, and
suffering…
I was not supposed to lose and find myself in the middle of this damnable
swamp.
No doubt the Egyptian gods found some humor in sending me to this armpit of
the world after my temporary defeat (only temporary, mind you).
Well, I don’t find this funny. It’s wet, swarming with insects, and the
stench is overpowering. Yet this is not how I envisioned Hell or oblivion,
therefore I must still be somewhere in the living world.
Averted death yet again. Hello chance number four (or is it five? I may have
lost count).
I still posses the body of my host, but haven’t sensed his presence since my
arrival. All the better. And my millennium ring appears to have retained its
power - well most of it, anyway. It doesn’t seem able to get me out of here.
No matter. I’m leaving these unworthy surroundings and if I must walk, then
I’ll walk. I have revenge to plot.
Unfortunately, every time I turn around I’m faced with the locals. The
moaning, decaying and perpetually hungry locals. I assumed, since I’d
already established that this was not Hell, that they were merely
masquerading mortals. I found this to be false when I discovered that they
had no souls to steal or banish and yet they managed to remain active
despite this handicap. They’re an interesting lot, but alas, they are in my
way and must be dealt with accordingly. Can you believe they have the nerve
to attack me? Ballsy devils, I’ll give them that. But they’d be so much more
amusing if only they screamed. I just can’t get the same level of
satisfaction from destroying creatures that can’t feel the beautiful pain I
am giving them. Thought the squelching, snapping wet noises they do make are
sheer music.
But with their numbers, it will take too much time and effort to slaughter
them all. I need a new plan, but this irritating swamp forces me to maintain
a brisk pace to keep the zombies mosquitoes from biting,
making it difficult to focus. So I am attempting to seek temporary shelter
in this Camp Fuck You Die (doesn’t it sound inviting?). It’s not often that
I prefer the accompaniment of the living over the dead, but this is a
special situation. I must strategize. Hmm…perhaps my ring would be able to
get me out of here if I recharged it…
Would anyone like to play a game? I promise to play nice…
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