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...Is there anyone who can possibly fix a sword blade that's been completely bent over? And without breaking the blade in the process, preferably. That bastard did a number on it.
If not, I would be willing to purchase a new one, but this one has...sentimental value, you could say. So I'd like to attempt to salvage it first.
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....That accursed symbol isn't showing, but the back of my hand still burns. What the hell is that thing's problem now? I already wrote his goddamn stories.
Hmph. At least that strange urge to render my hand useless has finally passed. It was getting annoying to quell it every time my eyes landed on something remotely sharp. Not as though I haven't stabbed it in the past, and there was no other solution then, but I certainly wouldn't fancy doing it now. How strange. ...Even if that would prevent that crazy angel from taking advantage of the story-spinning powers, he'd likely retaliate on the others here at the Opera House just to spite me. Bastard.
I'm sure it's no surprise for me to be distant around here, at least. The last thing I need is for someone to find out what's going on. Then everyone will be in danger again and all will be for naught. ...Although I still would have preferred to be of more use during that invasion. But I'm reduced to taking orders from the goddamn power-crazed thing that killed me. How bloody ironic.
...And I still haven't a clue how to handle her, either. Obviously repeating past mistakes wouldn't be smart - but that's bound to happen in any road I decide to take. ...The least I can hope is that she doesn't take this...retreat as her fault. But if I'm not intentionally pushing her away again, what am I doing?
Hn. I think I need a distraction. I feel rather restless tonight.
[ /Private ]
[ ooc: Strikes are gone. My muses have noooot been cooperating with me, but I'm trying to change that as best I can. (Don't worry, I will get those questions on the meme! XD;; Even if it's insanely late.) As for what Fakir was doing during the plot - if it's alright with the other Opera residents, he's been around to help out with things, but generally more detached. Sandalphon wanted to keep him out of the mess so he wouldn't harm his writing hand. >>; Thus he hasn't even been on the network at all up until a day or so ago. He's not really acting secretive or anything, but he's watching things and being a bit quieter than usual - feel free to note that any way you wish. Also, the desire that affected him was to free himself from his service to Sandalphon - since he really doesn't like it at all, but he also knows it's the only way to protect the others, so he couldn't let himself follow through with any attempt at it. ]
If not, I would be willing to purchase a new one, but this one has...sentimental value, you could say. So I'd like to attempt to salvage it first.
[ Private ]
....That accursed symbol isn't showing, but the back of my hand still burns. What the hell is that thing's problem now? I already wrote his goddamn stories.
Hmph. At least that strange urge to render my hand useless has finally passed. It was getting annoying to quell it every time my eyes landed on something remotely sharp. Not as though I haven't stabbed it in the past, and there was no other solution then, but I certainly wouldn't fancy doing it now. How strange. ...Even if that would prevent that crazy angel from taking advantage of the story-spinning powers, he'd likely retaliate on the others here at the Opera House just to spite me. Bastard.
I'm sure it's no surprise for me to be distant around here, at least. The last thing I need is for someone to find out what's going on. Then everyone will be in danger again and all will be for naught. ...Although I still would have preferred to be of more use during that invasion. But I'm reduced to taking orders from the goddamn power-crazed thing that killed me. How bloody ironic.
...And I still haven't a clue how to handle her, either. Obviously repeating past mistakes wouldn't be smart - but that's bound to happen in any road I decide to take. ...The least I can hope is that she doesn't take this...retreat as her fault. But if I'm not intentionally pushing her away again, what am I doing?
Hn. I think I need a distraction. I feel rather restless tonight.
[ /Private ]
[ ooc: Strikes are gone. My muses have noooot been cooperating with me, but I'm trying to change that as best I can. (Don't worry, I will get those questions on the meme! XD;; Even if it's insanely late.) As for what Fakir was doing during the plot - if it's alright with the other Opera residents, he's been around to help out with things, but generally more detached. Sandalphon wanted to keep him out of the mess so he wouldn't harm his writing hand. >>; Thus he hasn't even been on the network at all up until a day or so ago. He's not really acting secretive or anything, but he's watching things and being a bit quieter than usual - feel free to note that any way you wish. Also, the desire that affected him was to free himself from his service to Sandalphon - since he really doesn't like it at all, but he also knows it's the only way to protect the others, so he couldn't let himself follow through with any attempt at it. ]