November 5th, 2002

Adrasteius: Really?  Really.

it is done.

Truth is no more. Well, not the blog anyway. I suppose this livejournal is also The Second Truth From the Left; at least I will think of it that way.

I make this switch even as Livejournal spasms, not wanting to show any of its pages... but I must admit I like it better. I cannot live a lie. :B

Now I really need a paid account...
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Adrasteius: Really?  Really.

excerpts from clarity

Kaitlyn, followed by the audience of her friends, ran after him, in time to see Etienne groggily peek out between his chain latch.

"Meh?" he said, momentarily stunned by the assemblage of expectant, worried, and, in Jigoku's case, enraged faces. "What'd I do?"

"Unlock your door, you worthless bastard!" Jigoku demanded.

"Why would I want to do that?" Etienne said warily.

"So I can rip out your throat and smear the blood on the wall."

"Oh," said Etienne. "Alright then."

He shut the door, undid the latch, and let them in.


And for Anomie's sake:

"I'm sorry, sir, it's not quite Halloween yet," the young butler at the door said, with an easy meanness and a cursory glare. "The mask is lovely, though, very Andrew Lloyd Weber."

"Pleasant child," thought Pathos. He said, "Are you Eugene Frances Xavier?"

"My God, sir," said the boy, now genuinely irritated, "You're a psychic."

"I'll take that as a yes." Pathos took off his mask.

Xavier stared for thirty uncomfortable seconds before he fainted, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his body pitched forwards.

"Well, at least there wasn't any projectile vomiting," Pathos sighed, catching Xavier's limp body.