Post by opossum on Jun 18, 2013 1:24:35 GMT -8
*Something nice for something given, thanks for something done, or good will towards people you didn't expect things from. A simple creature responds in kind with a simple answer, but thought is deep regardless of the action taken; no matter how simple the situation or the motion made.*
The thought of possession, The freehold. It belonged to someone. They care for it don't they? Hmm. They showed kindness. They did not order. They did not argue. They've only spoken to me once, and a lot was gained from the following situation. In this sort of thinking there's often a give-back of some sort. A Scratch my back, I scratch yours. I nearly die to help out, you give me something I've craved. Hunger sated? No, appeased? Yes! So very yes. No, wait. Yes. What? Hmmm....But how to rectify? Make something in return, No! Complicated. Can't, wont, shouldn't, don't. Better! I'll wait, I will know when I am to go. The thirteen. I am reminded, all the time. Even now, even a simple hug is to remind what I know, am forced to know, what I choose to know. What I am.
Time permits, time stretches on and on and on and on and on....Boring, Nothing here, this doesn't work. Wait. Smell....Hmmm, Hear? A tug on the senses, a withdraw pulling at the mind? Of course. This is it. Things stealing from the home. The main nest, the Asylum. Take things? Those aren't yours! They're not even mine! Give them back! Oh, wont hmm? ID? Doesn't work? Fuck that. I'm me. I always work! I've never not worked! Except when I dont, then I'm probably asleep or writing. Always so much writing. Distracted, stay on hand. Oh, orders. IT GIVES ME ORDERS? It doesn't seem to know what trash it's dug into! What poison does it have? Nothing, just strength? Fine. Fire beats fire when the first fire sucks in all the air to drown the first out of existence, I'll do it, you can't stop me. I smell others, and I know people nearby. They'd stop these things, but they're scared. Okay. Hehehe, I know what to do.
Stab this, Stab that, Break this! Nice hit, but you can't, Wait You can. Hmm. Ten of you? No problem. I have magic, you're just things, little bugs. Probably delicious, but that's for later! Ouch, pain. Yes, I remember pain! It's a good sign. Means things are still working. If I didn't feel it I'd be dead! Okay, feel faster! MUCH FASTER! OHHhhhh...Going through me? So many of you are gone! Wont you give up? Fine, fire will still burn brighter then! More? More added to me? I can feel it, How odd! Didn't think anyone would step in! Quiet they are though, Can't play dead? No. I can't, can't play dead, Not time~! No fear musk here! Nope Nope nope! Ahh, all taken care off! Lots of things! And building pieces back. Big ones! The owner will be happy, now I don't owe them. Good good. Wait....
Something's off. I hear something, I see it. The one eye? THE ONE EYE? GONE! BE AWAY! No. You're not here, I watched! I shatte-You shattered things! I made you! NO I CAN'TWONTDONT......FLEE. He follows, he doesn't stop. He can't follow! Can he? He wouldn't. He can't. I know he can't. I see it though, It haunts me. I see them, I hear them I smell them. Talking with friends, hear something, corner of eye. Glint of steel, a knife. I turn! Gone. Who's got the knife? Who's trying? Can't get in! In the attic. Boxes boards, wooden doors, they hold them back. Good, best defenses always good offense, if that doesn't work, Plan 2 or C works as well as 3.
This week is bad. The pottery shatters today and I think on it. Like reading the thrown bones in tribal things, I see things. Bad things? Most likely. At least the broken pots make me happy. More air-bubbles in the pots, that will help me feel better. None are the wiser, sure they take more time to make new ones, but it helps them learn. Makes their pots better. If something was bad with the first, then the second can't be worse! I let them get by here and there, maybe only blow up one firing a week? But even then, while working, I see them. I leap away, alone, afraid, heart beating, they vanish. Teacher shows up and scolds me for playing. I'm not PLAYING. This isn't funny. You think it funny? Pfft, wait till you make example pot, Ill show you real funny!
Week goes by, more visions, wake up to scripture on walls, so nice! Always so nice. Reminds me of the 13, Augh, so many nipples. Can't think about nipples now. Make's sleeping hard, haha. Everyone's together again! Good. Feels better, secure. Nice and warm. Augh, Horrible one eye go away! GO AWAY! One...ally puts things on me, makes the visions change. A rainbow with a similar voice or a cloud with a knife is still frightening for a few hours.
All day, all day, Nothing happens anyways, See things, hear things, But nothing changes either way. Suddenly! A call, damned. Just when friend was giving gifts. Guess I get gifts after, tell him I'll never come back, He frowns. Haha, he still doesn't get it, that one wont. Never will. Front door, Moose? Hello moose. Eugh, missions? Why only pooka? Curious, nobles here? Eugh, fine. Long as they don't ask for things. No commands either. Dreaming help them if COMMANDS are said. I. No. Hold tong, bit jaw, it's okay. Union talks now. Saving person? Hmm, sounds good. Lots of reward, Portal, sure WHy not, Hop over. No.
no. No. NO. NOO. NONONONONO! YOU CANT! NO. ONE EYE!~ BIGGER! POSTURE! MAKE HIM RUN! He Blows dust? What's this? Turn around...see myself, Where am I going...Can't....hold. Darkness. Old friend, hated friend. Why bother? Go away. Wait! Back, what happened? People say I'm M-....Knife. KNIFE. WHERES MY KNIFE?! That's my Childhood! GIVE BACK THE KNIFE. Will. Hold my will. Don't fire at will. Can't fight without knife, It's the only proper way to fight! It's how I learned. Missing armor...nose ring, all of it...w-whistle? W...Where's whistle? I LIKED THAT WHISTL-...called to front, WHO WANTS ME NOW?! Can't you see? Fury building? Oh...b-boxes? Okay. I like boxes. That box smells neat, that box..eugh, too many bows. OH! Roadkill....you think this offensive? HAH! I should teach you about offensive. This is funny! I've eaten roadkill, why let cousins go to waste? They have to give back to everyone somehow, might as well be food. It's better that way, take box in. Mint? Mmm, No, Jerky. Wrapped like a mint though, gimme gimme, OH sweet salty dry meat goodness. So short lived, want more, oh well. STUFF?! THERES THINGS UNDER IT! KNIFE! SWEET GLORIOUS KNIFE! ARMOR, leslie armor, niiice and comfy. What else? Whistle! No bodies to blow whistle for, but still nice. Nose ring....you're a bitch to put back in. Bitches are okay though, they're still fun to be around in my head-bookings. All together, feels complete. Still need more, but OhhhhhHhhh so complete!
Busy day, busy weekend, busy week. Gotta see wolves again. I think they're liking me. Still never ask for their boon. Oh well, if they don't want their favor, fine with me. I'm still learning. Can't stop me from learning! Like an empty book that goes forever! Burning useless pages to make room for quicker reading of the important ones!
*A week in the life of a Marsupial*
The thought of possession, The freehold. It belonged to someone. They care for it don't they? Hmm. They showed kindness. They did not order. They did not argue. They've only spoken to me once, and a lot was gained from the following situation. In this sort of thinking there's often a give-back of some sort. A Scratch my back, I scratch yours. I nearly die to help out, you give me something I've craved. Hunger sated? No, appeased? Yes! So very yes. No, wait. Yes. What? Hmmm....But how to rectify? Make something in return, No! Complicated. Can't, wont, shouldn't, don't. Better! I'll wait, I will know when I am to go. The thirteen. I am reminded, all the time. Even now, even a simple hug is to remind what I know, am forced to know, what I choose to know. What I am.
Time permits, time stretches on and on and on and on and on....Boring, Nothing here, this doesn't work. Wait. Smell....Hmmm, Hear? A tug on the senses, a withdraw pulling at the mind? Of course. This is it. Things stealing from the home. The main nest, the Asylum. Take things? Those aren't yours! They're not even mine! Give them back! Oh, wont hmm? ID? Doesn't work? Fuck that. I'm me. I always work! I've never not worked! Except when I dont, then I'm probably asleep or writing. Always so much writing. Distracted, stay on hand. Oh, orders. IT GIVES ME ORDERS? It doesn't seem to know what trash it's dug into! What poison does it have? Nothing, just strength? Fine. Fire beats fire when the first fire sucks in all the air to drown the first out of existence, I'll do it, you can't stop me. I smell others, and I know people nearby. They'd stop these things, but they're scared. Okay. Hehehe, I know what to do.
Stab this, Stab that, Break this! Nice hit, but you can't, Wait You can. Hmm. Ten of you? No problem. I have magic, you're just things, little bugs. Probably delicious, but that's for later! Ouch, pain. Yes, I remember pain! It's a good sign. Means things are still working. If I didn't feel it I'd be dead! Okay, feel faster! MUCH FASTER! OHHhhhh...Going through me? So many of you are gone! Wont you give up? Fine, fire will still burn brighter then! More? More added to me? I can feel it, How odd! Didn't think anyone would step in! Quiet they are though, Can't play dead? No. I can't, can't play dead, Not time~! No fear musk here! Nope Nope nope! Ahh, all taken care off! Lots of things! And building pieces back. Big ones! The owner will be happy, now I don't owe them. Good good. Wait....
Something's off. I hear something, I see it. The one eye? THE ONE EYE? GONE! BE AWAY! No. You're not here, I watched! I shatte-You shattered things! I made you! NO I CAN'TWONTDONT......FLEE. He follows, he doesn't stop. He can't follow! Can he? He wouldn't. He can't. I know he can't. I see it though, It haunts me. I see them, I hear them I smell them. Talking with friends, hear something, corner of eye. Glint of steel, a knife. I turn! Gone. Who's got the knife? Who's trying? Can't get in! In the attic. Boxes boards, wooden doors, they hold them back. Good, best defenses always good offense, if that doesn't work, Plan 2 or C works as well as 3.
This week is bad. The pottery shatters today and I think on it. Like reading the thrown bones in tribal things, I see things. Bad things? Most likely. At least the broken pots make me happy. More air-bubbles in the pots, that will help me feel better. None are the wiser, sure they take more time to make new ones, but it helps them learn. Makes their pots better. If something was bad with the first, then the second can't be worse! I let them get by here and there, maybe only blow up one firing a week? But even then, while working, I see them. I leap away, alone, afraid, heart beating, they vanish. Teacher shows up and scolds me for playing. I'm not PLAYING. This isn't funny. You think it funny? Pfft, wait till you make example pot, Ill show you real funny!
Week goes by, more visions, wake up to scripture on walls, so nice! Always so nice. Reminds me of the 13, Augh, so many nipples. Can't think about nipples now. Make's sleeping hard, haha. Everyone's together again! Good. Feels better, secure. Nice and warm. Augh, Horrible one eye go away! GO AWAY! One...ally puts things on me, makes the visions change. A rainbow with a similar voice or a cloud with a knife is still frightening for a few hours.
All day, all day, Nothing happens anyways, See things, hear things, But nothing changes either way. Suddenly! A call, damned. Just when friend was giving gifts. Guess I get gifts after, tell him I'll never come back, He frowns. Haha, he still doesn't get it, that one wont. Never will. Front door, Moose? Hello moose. Eugh, missions? Why only pooka? Curious, nobles here? Eugh, fine. Long as they don't ask for things. No commands either. Dreaming help them if COMMANDS are said. I. No. Hold tong, bit jaw, it's okay. Union talks now. Saving person? Hmm, sounds good. Lots of reward, Portal, sure WHy not, Hop over. No.
no. No. NO. NOO. NONONONONO! YOU CANT! NO. ONE EYE!~ BIGGER! POSTURE! MAKE HIM RUN! He Blows dust? What's this? Turn around...see myself, Where am I going...Can't....hold. Darkness. Old friend, hated friend. Why bother? Go away. Wait! Back, what happened? People say I'm M-....Knife. KNIFE. WHERES MY KNIFE?! That's my Childhood! GIVE BACK THE KNIFE. Will. Hold my will. Don't fire at will. Can't fight without knife, It's the only proper way to fight! It's how I learned. Missing armor...nose ring, all of it...w-whistle? W...Where's whistle? I LIKED THAT WHISTL-...called to front, WHO WANTS ME NOW?! Can't you see? Fury building? Oh...b-boxes? Okay. I like boxes. That box smells neat, that box..eugh, too many bows. OH! Roadkill....you think this offensive? HAH! I should teach you about offensive. This is funny! I've eaten roadkill, why let cousins go to waste? They have to give back to everyone somehow, might as well be food. It's better that way, take box in. Mint? Mmm, No, Jerky. Wrapped like a mint though, gimme gimme, OH sweet salty dry meat goodness. So short lived, want more, oh well. STUFF?! THERES THINGS UNDER IT! KNIFE! SWEET GLORIOUS KNIFE! ARMOR, leslie armor, niiice and comfy. What else? Whistle! No bodies to blow whistle for, but still nice. Nose ring....you're a bitch to put back in. Bitches are okay though, they're still fun to be around in my head-bookings. All together, feels complete. Still need more, but OhhhhhHhhh so complete!
Busy day, busy weekend, busy week. Gotta see wolves again. I think they're liking me. Still never ask for their boon. Oh well, if they don't want their favor, fine with me. I'm still learning. Can't stop me from learning! Like an empty book that goes forever! Burning useless pages to make room for quicker reading of the important ones!
*A week in the life of a Marsupial*