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OOM: The Third Day
Oct. 15th, 2014 09:05 pmThe third day is always the hardest.
It is when Autor most desperately wants to sleep, to cave in to his body's incessant demands. When he first started completing Drosselmeyer's rites, he invariably fell asleep on the third day.
Well, I was twelve, what did Father expect? he thinks, and allows himself to yawn to pop his ears. He sniffles a little, shivering; his blazer is no longer damp from the water he'd dumped on himself earlier. I'd better not be coming down with a cold.
Autor knows his friends will think he's crazy for subjecting himself to the ritual of purification and sharpening--where he cleans himself off with a pitcher of water and then stays awake, not moving, for three days--in order to commune with an oak tree. But he believes it will be worth it once he grasps Drosselmeyer's power to bend reality through the power of Stories.
The aspiring Spinner will go through the ritual as many times as it takes. As often as his weak body allows. And he curses himself for being weak in more ways than one; since he'd started coming to Milliways, he'd slacked off, ignored the rites, and lost his focus.
Autor yawns again, curling his toes in his shoes. His neck hurts, and he's groggy, bleary-eyed.
The third day is always the hardest.
It is when Autor most desperately wants to sleep, to cave in to his body's incessant demands. When he first started completing Drosselmeyer's rites, he invariably fell asleep on the third day.
Well, I was twelve, what did Father expect? he thinks, and allows himself to yawn to pop his ears. He sniffles a little, shivering; his blazer is no longer damp from the water he'd dumped on himself earlier. I'd better not be coming down with a cold.
Autor knows his friends will think he's crazy for subjecting himself to the ritual of purification and sharpening--where he cleans himself off with a pitcher of water and then stays awake, not moving, for three days--in order to commune with an oak tree. But he believes it will be worth it once he grasps Drosselmeyer's power to bend reality through the power of Stories.
The aspiring Spinner will go through the ritual as many times as it takes. As often as his weak body allows. And he curses himself for being weak in more ways than one; since he'd started coming to Milliways, he'd slacked off, ignored the rites, and lost his focus.
Autor yawns again, curling his toes in his shoes. His neck hurts, and he's groggy, bleary-eyed.
The third day is always the hardest.
OOM: Conversations with Dead People II
Oct. 5th, 2014 07:27 pmAutor finds himself floating this evening. He flails in the air, thinking he's falling, though he doesn't feel that pull on his stomach. After a while, he surrenders to it, lying on his back and putting his feet up.
A chair with broken legs sits empty in front of him, and a lighted chessboard--his side oriented to white--hovers in the air. He gasps, recognizing the set, and executes a graceful turn in the air in an attempt to get away from the zombies that he knows are coming.
A chair with broken legs sits empty in front of him, and a lighted chessboard--his side oriented to white--hovers in the air. He gasps, recognizing the set, and executes a graceful turn in the air in an attempt to get away from the zombies that he knows are coming.
OOM: Note to Lohengrin
Sep. 7th, 2014 04:14 pmDear Schwan,
Your Prince is alive and well in Goldkrone. The Monstrous Raven is back and the Prince is ready for him. When he left the story, the Prince shattered his heart to trap the Raven. Duck, acting as Princess Tutu, gathered the pieces of heart and freed him.
Fakir is using his Spinning powers to aid Duck in her fight along with Mytho - that's the prince. The Raven has rained blood on the townspeople and turned them into crows. Fakir is writing pretty frantically now.
I don't know if we'll survive this, but I wanted to leave a record, just in case. Now I should probably keep Fakir from doing something stupid; he's already gotten up once. Wish us luck.
I wish you were here.
-A.
Your Prince is alive and well in Goldkrone. The Monstrous Raven is back and the Prince is ready for him. When he left the story, the Prince shattered his heart to trap the Raven. Duck, acting as Princess Tutu, gathered the pieces of heart and freed him.
Fakir is using his Spinning powers to aid Duck in her fight along with Mytho - that's the prince. The Raven has rained blood on the townspeople and turned them into crows. Fakir is writing pretty frantically now.
I don't know if we'll survive this, but I wanted to leave a record, just in case. Now I should probably keep Fakir from doing something stupid; he's already gotten up once. Wish us luck.
I wish you were here.
-A.
OOM: Autor is sick and Lohengrin helps
Sep. 1st, 2014 10:28 pmAutor stumbled three times on the way to his room, blushing horribly and shivering all the while. Lohengrin insisted on catching the boy, but it still took a moment for Autor to process that the Knight was planning to help him all the way to his room.
After a moment of mulling it over, Autor unlocks the door from the key on a chain around his neck.
Autor's room is sparse and Spartan. There's a desk with knitting piled on one corner and quills on the other. Blazers hang in his closet. A tea kettle rests on his nightstand, and Autor leans towards the comfortable-looking bed.
What he does have, however, are books. Piles of books line the walls and fill the closet where his clothes aren't. Books cover the floor under the bed. A haphazard pile threatens to fall on the desk chair.
The boy feels he should tidy up, perhaps, and takes a few steps towards the desk, turning away from the bed.
After a moment of mulling it over, Autor unlocks the door from the key on a chain around his neck.
Autor's room is sparse and Spartan. There's a desk with knitting piled on one corner and quills on the other. Blazers hang in his closet. A tea kettle rests on his nightstand, and Autor leans towards the comfortable-looking bed.
What he does have, however, are books. Piles of books line the walls and fill the closet where his clothes aren't. Books cover the floor under the bed. A haphazard pile threatens to fall on the desk chair.
The boy feels he should tidy up, perhaps, and takes a few steps towards the desk, turning away from the bed.
Autor had to come back for his ink eventually, and was pleased to find that the bottles weren't disturbed. He fills them carefully, corking them shut, and starts in on the process of washing the dishes he used.
