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tampered2006-12-16 05:22 pm
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Log: Ongoing
When; Dec. 16th
Rating; PG
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1st_dream_king Morpheus, astheravenflies Matthew, lyra_of_dust Lyra
Summary; Matthew asks Morpheus to help out a friend.
Log;
Matthew winged his way across the rooftops toward building 5 with ease, though truth be told he was somewhat distracted by concern for the welfare of his former boss.
The former Lord Shaper seemed...ill?
But that made no sense...wasn't it impossible for Morpheus to even get sick?
I mean, it just didn't seem right that the memory of an anthropomorphic personification of the universe might be susceptible to something like a virus?
Hmm, maybe it was some kind of metaphysical sickness? Something less easy to explain than a single cell life form?
Your just thinking too much...It's probably nothing..., he told himself and tried very hard to believe it.
Of a sudden, he passed building five, and had to bank sharply, and backtrack.
Catching a bit of an updraft, he soard for a moment, keeping an eye out for open windows.
It didn't take long to spot the one open window on a december day, and so Matthew the raven made his appaearence by landing on the sill and poking his head in.
" *awk* Lyra? You ready to go?"
Rating; PG
Characters;
1st_dream_king Morpheus, astheravenflies Matthew, lyra_of_dust Lyra Summary; Matthew asks Morpheus to help out a friend.
Log;
Matthew winged his way across the rooftops toward building 5 with ease, though truth be told he was somewhat distracted by concern for the welfare of his former boss.
The former Lord Shaper seemed...ill?
But that made no sense...wasn't it impossible for Morpheus to even get sick?
I mean, it just didn't seem right that the memory of an anthropomorphic personification of the universe might be susceptible to something like a virus?
Hmm, maybe it was some kind of metaphysical sickness? Something less easy to explain than a single cell life form?
Your just thinking too much...It's probably nothing..., he told himself and tried very hard to believe it.
Of a sudden, he passed building five, and had to bank sharply, and backtrack.
Catching a bit of an updraft, he soard for a moment, keeping an eye out for open windows.
It didn't take long to spot the one open window on a december day, and so Matthew the raven made his appaearence by landing on the sill and poking his head in.
" *awk* Lyra? You ready to go?"