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tampered2006-10-09 03:16 am
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Log: Complete
When; Sunday night/ Early Monday morning.
Rating; PG-13 (For language)
Characters;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alessalearnt Alessa Gillespie, noh_dancer Scarab
Summary; The instrument of your downfall....
Log;
The quiet of the blocks nearer to the Cathedral at this time of night suited her mood well, and as she walked, Scarab couldn't help but think about the past few days.
So much had happened.
Most of it was horrific...some cathartic...but wierdest of all: some was actually pleasent.
Part of her felt it supremly fucked up that the only moments of peace had been when she was caught in her dreams....
..But it had not been the hulking helmeted creature who had visited her then.
For days she had thought on the...comfort...for lack of a better word that her Shadow friend had given her.
She couldn't say how she knew, but she somehow did know that the shadow in her dreams was related to the Pyramid Head.
It was odd to think of them that way, so mentally she had christened her faceless, voiceless companion Kage.
Not the most creative of names, but it felt right...it made him ( for it was definitely a masculine presence) more familiar.
She sighed deeply, and looked up at the ornate building before her.
For months she had avoided this place.
Avoided the fear and the memories....now she felt little more than a numb sensation where terror had once been.
She hadn't even come armed..Instead she was dressed in a 'borrowed' shirt of John's, and the pants Faye had dropped off for her.
That same newly-formed instincts that told her where Kage was in the city, and what he was doing, now told her that Alessa, the bogeyman for Scarab for so long, was diminished.
....Where is your 'god' now, hmm?.
And so, with head held high, Scarab....no, Keico pushed open one of the grand front doors and entered the dragon's den.
Rating; PG-13 (For language)
Characters;
alessalearnt Alessa Gillespie, noh_dancer ScarabSummary; The instrument of your downfall....
Log;
The quiet of the blocks nearer to the Cathedral at this time of night suited her mood well, and as she walked, Scarab couldn't help but think about the past few days.
So much had happened.
Most of it was horrific...some cathartic...but wierdest of all: some was actually pleasent.
Part of her felt it supremly fucked up that the only moments of peace had been when she was caught in her dreams....
..But it had not been the hulking helmeted creature who had visited her then.
For days she had thought on the...comfort...for lack of a better word that her Shadow friend had given her.
She couldn't say how she knew, but she somehow did know that the shadow in her dreams was related to the Pyramid Head.
It was odd to think of them that way, so mentally she had christened her faceless, voiceless companion Kage.
Not the most creative of names, but it felt right...it made him ( for it was definitely a masculine presence) more familiar.
She sighed deeply, and looked up at the ornate building before her.
For months she had avoided this place.
Avoided the fear and the memories....now she felt little more than a numb sensation where terror had once been.
She hadn't even come armed..Instead she was dressed in a 'borrowed' shirt of John's, and the pants Faye had dropped off for her.
That same newly-formed instincts that told her where Kage was in the city, and what he was doing, now told her that Alessa, the bogeyman for Scarab for so long, was diminished.
....Where is your 'god' now, hmm?.
And so, with head held high, Scarab....no, Keico pushed open one of the grand front doors and entered the dragon's den.
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'Fuck...I'll be DAMNED if I let that bitch take my place,' she growled to no one in particular. 'You hear me, Xulchibara? No one can replace me, NO ONE!!!'
Slowly, after the echo of her voice had long since died and the candles were sputtering, wax dripping, she rose to her feet and traversed her way to her room. Everything was falling apart, but she refused to be weak. No. She wouldn't be like her mother. She would be strong....after all, that's what Daughters of Xulchibara were wont to do.