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[Private//Unhackable]
Had I been alive, today would be the day I turn 25. One year older, a full year and a month after that event. But nothing changes, does it? Bones, flesh. It's all dead; preserved so perfectly, and I remain forever young.
Forever Kira. That would be the next goal; immortality. To be Kira for as long as it takes. Death is not an option for me anymore; I'm meant for greater things, and I cannot stop here. Long enough to ensure that L and all of his pawns stay here permanently, so that when I finally return to reclaim my place in the world, they will all be distant, inconsequential memories.
And another one comes, another strange person bearing a resemblance to him - which makes it how many, now? Three, four? Or are there more of them from Wammy's House that I don't know of yet. Hn, no, that's not important. The more they assemble here, the better. I will need more people to deal with them, to ensure that this City becomes their prison. Now then, how many pawns should I pull forward; what game should I set out?
One step at a time for now, to prevent mistakes. There will be a need for...alternate methods. I cannot use the same people repeatedly; or my moves will be able to be easy for them to read. The man, Alexis Hargreaves and his own pawns, will need to be looked into more closely.
If he has something I can make use of, then all the better it will be for me.
[/Unhackable]
I enjoyed having dinner with you, Father Nightroad; it's been awhile since I've gotten to speak with you like that, even if you didn't remember. Hopefully, you'll feel better soon?
I suppose I should be grateful that the curse missed me yesterday, obnoxiously blinding bright as it was; it looks like the people who were affected have a rough time of it today. The City enjoys making sport of us - and these days especially - our general demeanors, but if there's one thing learned, it's best to take it in stride and not react too badly. Difficult, of course, but only idiots rail at something that cannot be helped instead of doing damage control immediately especially for the newcomers, but I believe that one gets used to these things.
It just takes a little time, and at least they didn't decide to turn us into misshapen half-creatures, or to distort our respective genders.
[[ooc: Strikes soooo unhackable :3]]
Had I been alive, today would be the day I turn 25. One year older, a full year and a month after that event. But nothing changes, does it? Bones, flesh. It's all dead; preserved so perfectly, and I remain forever young.
Forever Kira. That would be the next goal; immortality. To be Kira for as long as it takes. Death is not an option for me anymore; I'm meant for greater things, and I cannot stop here. Long enough to ensure that L and all of his pawns stay here permanently, so that when I finally return to reclaim my place in the world, they will all be distant, inconsequential memories.
And another one comes, another strange person bearing a resemblance to him - which makes it how many, now? Three, four? Or are there more of them from Wammy's House that I don't know of yet. Hn, no, that's not important. The more they assemble here, the better. I will need more people to deal with them, to ensure that this City becomes their prison. Now then, how many pawns should I pull forward; what game should I set out?
One step at a time for now, to prevent mistakes. There will be a need for...alternate methods. I cannot use the same people repeatedly; or my moves will be able to be easy for them to read. The man, Alexis Hargreaves and his own pawns, will need to be looked into more closely.
If he has something I can make use of, then all the better it will be for me.
[/Unhackable]
I enjoyed having dinner with you, Father Nightroad; it's been awhile since I've gotten to speak with you like that, even if you didn't remember. Hopefully, you'll feel better soon?
I suppose I should be grateful that the curse missed me yesterday, obnoxiously blinding bright as it was; it looks like the people who were affected have a rough time of it today. The City enjoys making sport of us - and these days especially - our general demeanors, but if there's one thing learned, it's best to take it in stride and not react too badly. Difficult, of course, but only idiots rail at something that cannot be helped instead of doing damage control immediately especially for the newcomers, but I believe that one gets used to these things.
It just takes a little time, and at least they didn't decide to turn us into misshapen half-creatures, or to distort our respective genders.
[[ooc: Strikes soooo unhackable :3]]