[ Aether is disappointed ( Read more... )

[ The thunderstorm may have been too much for Aether, but peaceful rain easily lures him out of his house and into Luceti's streets. An occasional swim in the lake may have been nice, but it's the open rainfall that calms him the most and helps him gather his thoughts. It reminds him of home, of the many days he has spent traveling through the ( Read more... )

It has been the third time by now, was it not? Of this draft, that is.

[ Aether sounds too thoughtful and distant for someone leaving a message on the network during the morning. For those anywhere near the 7th community building, he can be found in the kitchen of the 4th floor. He peacefully sits on the windowsill, his head leaning on the glass ( Read more... )

[ This is backdated to November 19th, late evening. ]

Ah... ah... ACHOO!!

[ It is the most awful sound to begin a journal entry with, but Aether doesn't seem to have a lot of choice. Judging from the sounds of snow and old branches cracking under his feet, he's stuck somewhere in the forest during this fascinating weather. ]

C-curses..! [ ( Read more... )

[ It has been a quiet and fairly lazy week for Aether. One of the recent conversations had once again made him realize how much he doesn't know about the most simple things - things like holidays and special dates or occasions - and so he decided to spend some time in the library, shuffling through books in order to gain some knowledge ( Read more... )

[ This is backdated to evening of August 13th! I couldn't post it sooner due to birthday-related havoc, so here it goes... ]

[ Early in the evening of August 13th, one of the demons and summon beasts shows up in town. This one is completely harmless... in fact, a careful look will reveal it as Aether's moogle, small and fat and moving at amazing ( Read more... )

[ Late in the morning of the second day since monsters started falling from the sky, Aether finds himself scavenging in the parts of the forest burned down by Yuber yesterday. It certainly looks well beyond recovery - the trees are a blackened mess and the only sounds of animals are those coming from monsters. Still, he cannot simply leave it like ( Read more... )

[ Backdated to unholy hours of the night, probably around three-four hours in the morning. ]

The weather is different tonight, hm... [ Wherever Aether is, it must be fairly high from the ground. The tree branches are creaking softly under the soft sounds of wind, leaving the backdrop more ominous than not. Somewhere nearby, an owl is hooting in a ( Read more... )

[ At first, the only image to appear in Aether's journal is the late morning sky, a beautiful blue decorated with white outlines of passing clouds. The sounds in the background are few and far between - the animals and birds are more interested in hiding from the heat than making noise, turning the soundscape into one of soft rippling water ( Read more... )

NARRATIVE.001 - Same Old Dream
Just me trying to get my writing voice back. Don't mind this!

( It is the same dream he has every other night. )