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This again, huh?

Well, I'm seventeen this time too.  So if someone needs help, I can give it.

And the Wilderness changed.  Again.  That was quick.

-Rogue/Roat

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[the following is written very slowly and laboriously; the writing is - surprise!  actually a bit neater and more deliberate than is usual, which is a large part of why it seems so calm.  But each short stretch of words is curved, ends pointing down - Rogue's actually having to sort of crouch or kneel on the page and brace the shaft of the pen ( Read more... )

[All that practice Rogue's been putting into writing on paper?  Gone.  Have a horrifying scrawl made of jagged letters, all connected, not on the same level plane, slanting first one way and then the other, and cramping up here, spacing out there.  There are dark reddish smudges under the ink, too.  ...He's sixteen, the muscle memory is gone, and ( Read more... )