[OOC: I'm sure you're tired of my kvetching about my computer troubles, but rest assured, they should come to an end this Wednesday. My optimistic side says everything will be in order then; the pessimistic side says that the prognosis will be dim and I'll end up needing either a new system or new parts for what I currently have ( Read more... )

[OOC: Looks like things are (and I am cautiously optimistic over this) a-go for getting my computer fixed. No promises on whether it *will* be repaired; only that it will be looked over and a solotion either found or proposed ( Read more... )

[OOC #1: This will hopefully be brief; my computer time is almost used up here at the library.

OOC #2: I may be able to have my computer fixed for free. My worker is currently trying to get in touch with someone she knows, which means they can look at my devil incarnate and try and tame the beast and make it behave.

Yay.]

It was an old habit of ( Read more... )

The light of the fire in the Gate had dimmed down to a mere glow, throwing the entire room into a dull purple twilight. Sakti sat on her perch, head pulled up against her shoulders in her sleep as her keeper lay in his bed, also asleep. All was quiet in the room, save for the odd snuffle Strahan made as he breathed ( Read more... )

Still your mind, his Discipline told him. Still your mind and the magic will come forth in answer to your call.

He sat in the corner of his room where the replica of Asar-Suti's gate sat, eyes closed while his mind replayed the events that had transpired a few days priorAnd to calm himself and remind himself that Discipline was all he needed to ( Read more... )

The day after this.

In the center of his room he sits, staring into the miniature gate he'd made to replicate the one that once existed in Valgaard, complete with the same purple flames that would occasionally spout forth as the god stirred.

But there was no god in this pit; just flames. Purple like godfire should be, and cold, but it was not ( Read more... )

To say he was nervous was an understatement.

He'd been planning and prepairing for this day, this moment ever since he'd decided he was going to learn how to shapechange. Reading books and watching the television the bar proper supplied to all its patrons as well as dreaming about the animal he would today become.

And now, the Seker had sent him ( Read more... )

He was only a young boy in the dream ( Read more... )

A few days after this...The light from the sconces cast a purple hue upon the scene below them. All over the small room were books of varying sizes, thicknesses and even binding types. And what wasn't a book was a magazine, and those outnumbered the books two to one. But regardless of the medium each book and magazine had the same theme: animals. ( Read more... )

Meanwhile, upstairs in his chambers, completely unaware of the unfolding dramatics belowstairs, Strahan is busy playing with his new pet that the Seker has created for himIt may or may not be a good thing that he's missing out on it all; Hart probably can't take any more trauma than he's sustained already ( Read more... )