[This is probably a common sight for you, Paradisa. Yet another resident from a backwater world is poking around the kitchen this afternoon, and naturally, has taken a particular interest in the oddity that is the microwave.

Durge, however, isn't a complete simpleton. He's not attacking it, nor calling it magic. In fact, the solemn knight has taken ( Read more... )

[Durge clears his throat before speaking, still not entirely comfortable with this journal business, but it couldn't be helped.]

I am still not entirely sure what is happening around here. All this talk of explosions and spies makes me wonder if I have not stumbled onto some sort of war. Who is it that we are fighting and why?

That said, I have ( Read more... )

[Sir Durge does not trust the magical, talking book. Not one bit. He isn't very comfortable with magic to start off with, but this object does not seem like any he's encountered before. In the very least he is mildly certain it isn't sorcery. But what did he know? He was just a knight.

That said, he wasn't where he was supposed to be, and this book ( Read more... )