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July 11th,
2012 11:56 pm
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And I saw the angel of torments Temeluchus laying most fierce torments upon them.( Read more... )
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July 3rd,
2012 11:09 pm
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Our souls become useless as the day they were born.( Read more... )
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| THE HOUSE. |
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July 2nd,
2012 9:54 pm
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She left a week to roam.
Your protector's coming home.( Read more... )
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| i know who you are, old man, keep running. |
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September 17th,
2011 4:42 pm
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[Locked to Brianna after this.]
Have you been hearing about these killings? This creature is no longer targeting Market-goers. Accordingly, do beware and be careful out there. It is extremely dangerous and powerful.
[He's a demon with a thousand things on his mind, watching a hundred different pieces on a game-board that constantly shifts and melds. Somewhere in the midst of his tangled web of schemes lies genuine concern for his ex-ward's well-being, and that -- mingled with fear, with angel-old and demon-ancient fear -- makes his pen press harder into the paper. The Library may have scooped her up and out of his home long ago, but Brianna O'Connell still remains student and foster-daughter alike.]
And if you have any information from your end...?
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May 17th,
2011 11:37 pm
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I ask out of mere curiosity: Has anyone ever had any dealings with the other Libraries? Sometimes it does well to remind oneself: we aren't precisely unique snowflakes in our corner of the world.
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| you're the one the wild called, and you're the one who followed the child. |
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March 31st,
2011 9:29 pm
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[And then there's 'Lucas Harper': depressingly mundane, all sharp smiles and reassuring platitudes. Temeluchus doesn't even need to pretend much, anymore -- two hundred fifty-odd years have given him extensive, tiresome, never-ending practice in being human. A glass of red wine, a pile of old books, and he's having the equivalent of a cheerful night in. But something is bothering him. A little nagging something on the edge of his consciousness--]
And no one else is concerned about this girl's reports of repeated knifings? I practically expected a fervour, a rallying call to arms, a sounding of the sirens. I quite liked someone's suggestion of being a bit more proactive about this -- aren't there peacekeepers? Good Samaritans with nothing else on their hands but to be courageous? Surely there must be a friendly neighbourhood vigilante of some sort willing to look into it. Or, goodness forbid, even a Librarian.
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