Small Town

Dec 17, 2005 16:30

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..what a strange little trinket this is. to think someone just left it in the room... the tavern keeper called it a journal, but then he was drunk off his ass. it was easy to convince him to leave the lights off so i could get to my room with no trouble (lucky for him - i didn't have to kill him). ah there's already enough blood on my hands.

the blond was most enjoyable. i had my fill, then isaac his and then the heartless. such curious creatures i'd hoped they'd take their time to devour him. do gooders always get in the way - it would be a annoying if it wasn't so useful to me. let us see what my little experiment heeds. that symbol can't be just for decoration.

my time with isaac was most enjoyable as well; he has a taste for pain that almost rivals my own. it's delicious. i can use him as well. i will see him again when the time comes.

there was someone else too, much earlier. a priestess named aerith. (she thought she could heal me...ridiculous, naive girl.) there is still much to be gained from her but for now i have a place to start. this king, ansem, i will seek out others from his world. it is logical to assume they would possess the most useful information.

how to manipulate the shadows..? should i just attach strings to their arms and legs and pull them like a puppeteer..?

...

almost time to report in, i think.

still don't know that they're here.
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