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Posted: Jan 10th, 2007 at 02:27 pm
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"And I will put a division between my people and thy people: to morrow shall this sign be."
Exodus, chapter 8 - verse 23.
Death, it seems, has a waiting period for judgement of the soul. You are held between life and death. A living concious death where you can see your fate, but it's registry in the mind and it's ultimate retention are both fleeting and quickly fade to but a tiny ember. My persistance was met all too well by The Avatar and a mistake I'll take care not to repeat again. He too has recieved his boone and will not be met easily without weapons properly suited to the job. All this thought will have to wait for the moment. Mor pressing matters are at hand that require my most urget attentions. I must stay focused.
In the wake of the carnivale, the camp below surges with rumor and doubt. Soon I will speak with them and begin the seperation of wheat and chaff. Only the most faithfull can serve me now. The rest would only hinder my future plans and beset upon me foes that would hamper my already stunted progress. Iris has been key during my recovery and the faithful few have rounded up re-enforcements to lock down the camp. Can't have word of my outbreak to the authorities. Once I have control of those who will serve unconditionally, the rest may be eliminated. I realize that I am the wicked sent to judge the wicked. And who better to know? They shall all be judged and I, The Usher, God's ultimate tool - will show them the way.
"Iris... We'll be needing a new maid soon. All this activity has made you look tired."
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Iris
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Posted: Jan 11th, 2007 at 03:43 pm
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The thunder crashed, the lightning flickered, rain poured down upon the little town of New Canaan. The faint tune of Love Me or Leave Me drawled out from the little radio on the end table. The song itself seemed to compliment the rather murky day. How unfortunate, it hadn't rained since the carnival left.
What were the chances that the little caravan might return? They served their purpose, which was of course, to entertain the children. Iris could feel the slight tug of a smirk on her lips. With ease, she cloaked it up to a sunny, more motherly smile. She sat up from the sofa she had been sitting on. Before the storm arrived, she'd made sure to take the sheets and linens off the clothesline outside. The dried collection of garnments and such she'd brought it now lay neatly folded next to the front door.
The elderly woman gave one last passing glance outside, as if looking for something, someone almost, who may be emerging from the brush in the distance. The smile on her face vanished, an unreadable monotone expression now emerging. She made her way to the pile of laundry, picking it up and heading toward the staircase.
Her posture was perfect, and the quick movement of her feet practically seemed to say something. Her movements were practically robotic, as if she was going through a routine that had to be done and couldn't be avoided. As she made her way up the stairs, she paused, hearing Justin's voice.
The smile emerged on her face once more, as if to improve the actual delicate and light hearted tone of her voice. "Yes Justin," she began matter-of-factly as she finished her way up the staircase. "In fact, I've been working on that." The public's impression on Justin had greatly warped since the "incident." However, Iris had no doubt in her mind that Justin would easily be able to draw society into his web once more. "In fact, there's a young lady who just recently joined the faith interested in meeting you. Perhaps she would do. You know how hard employment is to come about nowadays."
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Post mortem vita - (Read 242 Times)
Posted: Jan 12th, 2007 at 11:41 pm