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Dear journal,
Genius boy hid you well, but not well enough. Had reasons, too, but for all his intelligence they're stupid reasons, and it's time to crack open the journal and see who is killing who on today's daily Riveleta episode. It's time to stop holing up in our HQ like pigs sniveling afraid of the big, bad wolf. Worry is for Weiss. Let them worry. Survived the big, bad false prophet herself, didn't we? Call that interrogation! Could have slept through it. NAGI could have done better. Though it was clever of him* to stuff you in Crawford's stash of granola cereal, as he knows from experience that tasteless stuff makes me wish to vomit. Crawford's breakfast routine is serious, unholy business; only a fool would touch a breakfast cereal that belonged to him.
Heh.
So I'm out of danger and so on. Schuldig, too. Everyone is asleep now. Schuldig is still sleeping a lot lately. Dr House (no touching; he's ours!) who we've kidnapped for nefarious and vegeance-related reasons sleeps in the bedroom next door and I can hear him right now, scratching formulas on our adjoining wall; he's analyzing information for us he SAYS. He's such a liar, but has kept one promise --
Bought me the dearest wish of my heart: a mail-order unicorn!
Couldn't believe !! Many of you may know that I've wanted one ever since arriving in to this godless city, When I woke up this morning and saw the silhouette of a horn outside my bedroom window, I was thrilled. I was very careful not to make sudden movements, but God blinked first. It was sharp little thing! Bit me hard, too, before the blessed thing ran off. Right on the elbow! It's turning a funny color now, like yellow. Huh.
House says it's probably fungus, and the unicorn that bit me was probably 'disease-ridden' Sigh. The disease-carrying flesh eating unicorn that got away...
Curse you, rivelata mail service. CURSE YOU. SO CLOSE.
*Note to self: Must think of suitable vengeance later.
Genius boy hid you well, but not well enough. Had reasons, too, but for all his intelligence they're stupid reasons, and it's time to crack open the journal and see who is killing who on today's daily Riveleta episode. It's time to stop holing up in our HQ like pigs sniveling afraid of the big, bad wolf. Worry is for Weiss. Let them worry. Survived the big, bad false prophet herself, didn't we? Call that interrogation! Could have slept through it. NAGI could have done better. Though it was clever of him* to stuff you in Crawford's stash of granola cereal, as he knows from experience that tasteless stuff makes me wish to vomit. Crawford's breakfast routine is serious, unholy business; only a fool would touch a breakfast cereal that belonged to him.
Heh.
So I'm out of danger and so on. Schuldig, too. Everyone is asleep now. Schuldig is still sleeping a lot lately. Dr House (no touching; he's ours!) who we've kidnapped for nefarious and vegeance-related reasons sleeps in the bedroom next door and I can hear him right now, scratching formulas on our adjoining wall; he's analyzing information for us he SAYS. He's such a liar, but has kept one promise --
Bought me the dearest wish of my heart: a mail-order unicorn!
Couldn't believe !! Many of you may know that I've wanted one ever since arriving in to this godless city, When I woke up this morning and saw the silhouette of a horn outside my bedroom window, I was thrilled. I was very careful not to make sudden movements, but God blinked first. It was sharp little thing! Bit me hard, too, before the blessed thing ran off. Right on the elbow! It's turning a funny color now, like yellow. Huh.
House says it's probably fungus, and the unicorn that bit me was probably 'disease-ridden' Sigh. The disease-carrying flesh eating unicorn that got away...
Curse you, rivelata mail service. CURSE YOU. SO CLOSE.
*Note to self: Must think of suitable vengeance later.