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Alexstrasza Lockhart
Date: 07.09.1994.
Location: Road's End
Phase: Morning Phase
Weather: Partly Cloudy
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Despair. Yes, despair is truly the only way to describe my current feelings. In essence I am a person wrapped in the shroud of despair and misery is my close companion. These events are not things that I can ignore, but nor do I wish to acknowledge them.
Originally Posted by
Prushka
"Alliance?"
"A-ah... I believe I will be perfectly alright if everyone calls me Little Z," My mouth lied to the table. "I-I have no internal feelings one way or the other. It is not as if it is a reminder of when I was growing up. It will certainly not negatively effect me in any way."
A pause.
"...Although, I would prefer if nobody ever mentioned it again. Even briefly, as a jest."
Originally Posted by
Cesarina
"Speaking of which, while Zaza is certainly a beautiful nickname of its own, maybe you'd allow me to call you Lil' Z too? Why, it almost sounds like one of those hip hop singers, does it not? Very cool!"
"While it may be cool, Cesarina, just imagine this! What if you were often called an embarrassing nickname when you were younger and then everyone found out? I suspect that you would also rather prefer not to be called it, no?" I explained to the girl, fiddling with the package she had deposited on my lap. "E-even if it's a gesture of affection, it's still embarrassing..."
Everyone around me is discussing my mail. I simply wish to see what is inside of it.
"If everyone is so interested in what has been delivered to me, then there is a simple solution!" I said, raising a finger in the air with a smile. "I... will open it!"
I started to peel back the paper, only to reveal a mysterious black box inside of it, one with spinning wheels and some kind of tape like contraption that I peered at suspiciously as I placed it on the table. It was labeled, and written on it, in black marker was a phrase.
In-depth look at what I did to your little friend last Sunday.
My smile died. This is no longer funny. It's no longer a good jest, a simple prank, or anything that mere words can describe.
I'll kill them.
Whoever it is, I'll kill them.
There's no hesitation in my movement as I move the tape back into the bag, my face blank of any emotion at all. It's a farce, isn't it? This. Being polite. Being kind. Being human. It's a farce, and it'll all come falling down at the soonest opportunity.
"One of you will have to tell me how to watch it," I said with a posed look. "But I don't suspect that this is the kind of viewing material that even I will appreciate."
Is it a threat?
Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?
Who dares? Who has the sheer audacity, to throw my mistakes in my face in such a way? I'll tear them to shreds. I'll use their skin as a cloth to clean their blood from the walls. The arrogance, the sheer, unrivaled arrogance that is on display to send such a thing to me. How dare they? Who are they?
If what is on this video shows something that happened to Cesarina after I died--
I'll burn the sender to ashes and stain their existence black.
It is not a jest, a joke, or a prank. It is not cruel, unkind, or villainous. It is simply factual. If I must rend their soul from the real world in order to keep Cesarina safe, is that so bad? Is that so bad?
"Now! Please! Come! Sit down if you have your food, if you do not, please go and acquire it! Make merriment at this table, so as to distract us from all the things that are bad in life! Is it not right for us to celebrate? Is it not fair for us to feel joy? We have traveled many miles to reach this place, and we have time a plenty ahead of us to meet!"
I smiled at the group arrayed around mine and Subaru's table, spinning a fork idly in my hand.
"So please - let Subaru and myself no longer be such ungracious hosts. Come, join us, and we may discuss the events of both yesterday as well as today! Perhaps someone else has received mail like mine?"