It's a funny feeling. Being in charge of an entire people, that is. At first I thought this was going to be a piece of cake; wear some pretty dresses, do a few rituals, and train the newbies. But now I find out that the entire island is built upon traditions thousands of years old and it's up to me to uphold them. I have to be load bearing pillar for all of my family. I often wonder if I'm strong enough or even wise enough to be that moral center. I've done much in the past week. A lot of it has been receiving training, mental mostly.
I enter this special meditative state where I can train with all the past priestesses, going over spells, rituals, traditions, and even fighting tactics so I can be prepared to lead the girls into battle if need be. Some of the traditions are kind of daunting though, I mean, going to America so I can "gain an understanding of how the outside world works" sounds very ominous. I can't help but wonder what these people will be like. Will they be fat, lazy savages, or will they be delightful and intellectually engaging?
Well, whoever they may be, Teresa told me that I have to find a mate among one of them. Thank gods I don't have to have a child with him right away, I just have to pick one, kind of like going to a candy shop. Pick the tastiest one. ;-) The day I was getting ready to leave, Sophia came to me, and I finally had the chance to talk to her about the way she looked at the induction ceremony.
Me: "Sophia, I noticed that you looked at me with such anger in your eyes, why?"
Sophia: "Oh please, Serenity, don't flatter yourself, I was just trying to concentrate on the ceremony."
Me: "Come on, I might be out of it sometimes but, you were burning a hole right into my dress."
S: "Wow, you actually managed to keep one on this time?"
Me: "Listen! Tell me what your problem is right now!"
S: "You! You are my problem! I've always had to be in your shadow all my life. It doesn't even feel like I'm me anymore, since everyone calls me 'Serenity's sister' anyway. Do you have any idea how much shit I've gone through trying to become priestess?"
Me: "I-"
S: "No, shut up! This is my time to talk! You're water abilities came naturally while I worked so...so hard for me. And here you come prancing along with your high heels and walk right over my dreams."
Me: "Things do not come naturally to me. Water doesn't magically flow from my hands...well, it does, but still it's not easy! I worked day and night to be who I am today. I was always the screw up when I was younger, when you were a baby. But when I saw looking up at me from your crib trying to mimic what I was doing, I knew I had to do better. So I completely threw myself into training so I could reach the level of an elite. Don't you see? I did all this so you would be proud of me!"
S: "Well, it looks like somewhere along the line you lost your reason. I'm lost. Goodbye, Serenity."
And with that she left. I could have ran after and made her listen to me but, I figured that would just make things worse. I'll just give her time to figure things out. Looking out at the ocean from this airplane window really puts things in perspective for me; we're so completely insignificant compared to this gigantic blue pearl we live on. I wonder, does what we do even matter in the big scheme of things? I guess, the only way we can find out is to do what we think is right and hope that it really is the right thing to do. Take a leap of faith.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
I share lyrics!
If you are not being coming to concert, I share lyrics to you so you can sing with me on radio!
WHITE BLOSSOM
The cherry blossom
makes no sound as it drifts down
I am like a ghost
Caressing your heart
As these effervescent waves
of reality
come down over my black mind
I will open up
the petals of your red lips
kissing your white soul
I have no remorse
truly beautiful cherry
blossoms are falling
The warm summer breeze
makes no sound as it whispers
I am like a ghost
Yes! I am writing good song? Okay!
On second note... Item at end of list is missing. It was not me... I do not think it was someone with me... I am contacting my master later. He must know of this.
On road right now! I tell you more later! Oyasumi Nasai!!!!
WHITE BLOSSOM
The cherry blossom
makes no sound as it drifts down
I am like a ghost
Caressing your heart
As these effervescent waves
of reality
come down over my black mind
I will open up
the petals of your red lips
kissing your white soul
I have no remorse
truly beautiful cherry
blossoms are falling
The warm summer breeze
makes no sound as it whispers
I am like a ghost
Yes! I am writing good song? Okay!
On second note... Item at end of list is missing. It was not me... I do not think it was someone with me... I am contacting my master later. He must know of this.
On road right now! I tell you more later! Oyasumi Nasai!!!!
Death and a bowl
My superior has been killed, I got a message from Harvey today about the incident. Apparently he was killed at a museum in front of his daughter. If I ever found out who did this they will pay. The girl said it was just a mugging, but there was also an item stolen from the museum. At first i was thought it might be the ninja I'm tracking but this doesn't fit his MO he's never killed anyone before, and plus there was another heist in Washington D.C clear across the country. Unless he has changed tactics and can jump across country in hours i doubt it was him.
As far as tracking the ninja I've gotten two good leads, seems that we were finally able to make a solid enough connection between the items, it's some historical family ancient blah blah blah thing, whatever it is the point is we can now make a list of likely targets. On top of that there was some footage of the ninja caught or should I say not caught on tape. Since it was in Washington D.C the security there is always heightened so there were hidden cameras, and the sneaky bastard did find some of them. Though luckily for us a guard was coming and rushed him and he missed one or two. The interesting part is that he was invisible or telekinetic there were throwing knives just being thrown around by nothing. I've order hidden thermal cameras to be placed in the museums we think he is gonna strike next. Also there gonna be hidden a lot better than the ones in DC. One last thing he wrote some lines just to taunt us, although they were pretty and somewhat familiar oh well I'm off to see if I can get any more clues from the crime scene.
As far as tracking the ninja I've gotten two good leads, seems that we were finally able to make a solid enough connection between the items, it's some historical family ancient blah blah blah thing, whatever it is the point is we can now make a list of likely targets. On top of that there was some footage of the ninja caught or should I say not caught on tape. Since it was in Washington D.C the security there is always heightened so there were hidden cameras, and the sneaky bastard did find some of them. Though luckily for us a guard was coming and rushed him and he missed one or two. The interesting part is that he was invisible or telekinetic there were throwing knives just being thrown around by nothing. I've order hidden thermal cameras to be placed in the museums we think he is gonna strike next. Also there gonna be hidden a lot better than the ones in DC. One last thing he wrote some lines just to taunt us, although they were pretty and somewhat familiar oh well I'm off to see if I can get any more clues from the crime scene.
Friday, June 22, 2007
The Unlikely Detective (Part 2)
My dad managed to make it through his clearance code, and began to speak on the line. “Hello Harvey? Patch me through to Misguise, your not going to believe this but I think my daughter just inadvertently figured out what the next target on our perpetrators list is.”
There was a moment’s pause, quickly followed by murmuring in Texan. “Of course it was an accident. How else would you explain it? Unless of course,(and I shudder to think) she can suddenly read minds like her mother.”
Whoa. Hold the phone. My mom: Kerrie Andrews can read minds?! What did my parents do for a living?! I strained to hear more. “Heh, your right, she isn’t even the right age for that stuff to come up. Besides she was tested for it, all signs say negative. Yeah, I know its odd that she wanted to come hear after…no she’d need super hearing for…Christ Harvey just get me through before…”
The wind picked up and just then my face connected with the ground hard breaking my nose, and sending blood onto the floor. I tried to get up but something was holding me to the ground and I felt a sharp blade being pressed against my neck. My ears rang terribly, and my stomach lurched in pain as my eyes began to tear. So much pain….couldn’t focus…dad…
Soon a low velvety voice cut through my thoughts, “I believe congratulations are in order.” I tied to look up, but I was held firmly in place in the small pool of my blood that formed on the floor. “American adults are all the same. Always so astonished when their own children can do what they cannot. That is where they fail, and regrettably…” My head was pulled up violently to be greeted by a female face. One that was both contained an exotic beauty from Japan, and a deathly cold of a viper. “Their children are the ones who suffer for it. Never once did your father even mention that there were other interested parties?”
“I guess you weren’t worth mentioning.” I managed growl. I felt a sharp kick being delivered into my ribs as I was spun onto my back.
“Normally that would have been your life, but you don’t have much of one as it stands," she withdrew my dads phone, and to my horror it was covered with blood. "In more ways then you realize."
With that she shouted something in her native lanaguage, and all...just vanished. Though the ninjas voice still came. "Nobody saw what transpired kid, when asked you will explain how you were mugged and how your dad died trying to save you. and when we'll kill our "mutial fraind" , will let him know that his clan was pathetic enough to be discovered by a little girl."
There was a moment’s pause, quickly followed by murmuring in Texan. “Of course it was an accident. How else would you explain it? Unless of course,(and I shudder to think) she can suddenly read minds like her mother.”
Whoa. Hold the phone. My mom: Kerrie Andrews can read minds?! What did my parents do for a living?! I strained to hear more. “Heh, your right, she isn’t even the right age for that stuff to come up. Besides she was tested for it, all signs say negative. Yeah, I know its odd that she wanted to come hear after…no she’d need super hearing for…Christ Harvey just get me through before…”
The wind picked up and just then my face connected with the ground hard breaking my nose, and sending blood onto the floor. I tried to get up but something was holding me to the ground and I felt a sharp blade being pressed against my neck. My ears rang terribly, and my stomach lurched in pain as my eyes began to tear. So much pain….couldn’t focus…dad…
Soon a low velvety voice cut through my thoughts, “I believe congratulations are in order.” I tied to look up, but I was held firmly in place in the small pool of my blood that formed on the floor. “American adults are all the same. Always so astonished when their own children can do what they cannot. That is where they fail, and regrettably…” My head was pulled up violently to be greeted by a female face. One that was both contained an exotic beauty from Japan, and a deathly cold of a viper. “Their children are the ones who suffer for it. Never once did your father even mention that there were other interested parties?”
“I guess you weren’t worth mentioning.” I managed growl. I felt a sharp kick being delivered into my ribs as I was spun onto my back.
“Normally that would have been your life, but you don’t have much of one as it stands," she withdrew my dads phone, and to my horror it was covered with blood. "In more ways then you realize."
With that she shouted something in her native lanaguage, and all...just vanished. Though the ninjas voice still came. "Nobody saw what transpired kid, when asked you will explain how you were mugged and how your dad died trying to save you. and when we'll kill our "mutial fraind" , will let him know that his clan was pathetic enough to be discovered by a little girl."
The Unlikely Detective (Part 1)
“Come on dad! There’s something I gotta show you!”
“Coming honey. Man, for a girl who is supposed to be sick, you’re pretty damn fast.”
We where in the museum in San Francisco, around the early afternoon. The security guards were posed in a casual posture, defiantly implying that they knew the routine all too well as many excited children clamored past them on a field trip with eyes aglow. In other words, a perfect afternoon for a young teenager to spend time with her dad as they took in the sights. At least, that is what it appeared to be. In reality it was a super secret covert investigation that was so secret, and so covert that not even the real agent was even aware of it.
“Okay I’m here sweetie, so what is the big thing that we had to book a flight, hotel and bus fair to see?” my dad inquired impatiently.
I smiled. He had no idea what he was in for. Overhearing things that you’re not meant to hear can hurt. Make you cry, curse, and swear a make you question everything you knew. Needless to say I did a bit off all of the above when I found out that death was now stalking me like an inevitable shadow. Yet after that, it was time to stare death in the eye, spit in the other, and do something with my life. My destiny was to help my dad bust this creep, and wasn’t going to leave this beautiful earth until then.
As it turns out, I had a knack for being a Nancy Drew wannabe. From the information I was able to glean from that initial call, and few others my dad made while on the flight here, the perpetrator stole a ring, a pot, and a scroll. So I googled the museums where the artifacts were stolen, and discovered that they’re linked historically! Big whoop right? Ah, but the items can be traced to a specific influential family during the Sengoku Jidai, or Era of Warring States, 1467-1600(inserted!~KED), which name I really can’t pronounce. I guess that is why for the most part they’ve disappeared from the history books.
The rest gets really sketchy with the whole hocus pocus stuff, but the fact remains that this fan was also a possession of the family, in particular of a daughter who was married to an individual that has long since disappeared from the history books. If my sources are correct this bugler (I still don’t buy into the whole ninja crap) will come after this relic next.
Under the innocent pretense of writing a history paper for class I reviled as much about the item (minus the whole eavesdropping and private investigator part). For being a secret agent type my dad has a real terrible poker face, for not only did his eyes widen his smile as though he won the lottery and hugged me tightly. “Sweetie you must excuse me for a moment, I’ll be right back for…”
“James Bond stuff?” I asked nonchalantly.
“James Bond stuff.” He repeated while kissing me on the forehead. “Love you.”
“Love you too dad.”With that my dad left the exhibit, and standard to my trade I closed my eyes and listened. I couldn’t wait to hear this conversation.
“Coming honey. Man, for a girl who is supposed to be sick, you’re pretty damn fast.”
We where in the museum in San Francisco, around the early afternoon. The security guards were posed in a casual posture, defiantly implying that they knew the routine all too well as many excited children clamored past them on a field trip with eyes aglow. In other words, a perfect afternoon for a young teenager to spend time with her dad as they took in the sights. At least, that is what it appeared to be. In reality it was a super secret covert investigation that was so secret, and so covert that not even the real agent was even aware of it.
“Okay I’m here sweetie, so what is the big thing that we had to book a flight, hotel and bus fair to see?” my dad inquired impatiently.
I smiled. He had no idea what he was in for. Overhearing things that you’re not meant to hear can hurt. Make you cry, curse, and swear a make you question everything you knew. Needless to say I did a bit off all of the above when I found out that death was now stalking me like an inevitable shadow. Yet after that, it was time to stare death in the eye, spit in the other, and do something with my life. My destiny was to help my dad bust this creep, and wasn’t going to leave this beautiful earth until then.
As it turns out, I had a knack for being a Nancy Drew wannabe. From the information I was able to glean from that initial call, and few others my dad made while on the flight here, the perpetrator stole a ring, a pot, and a scroll. So I googled the museums where the artifacts were stolen, and discovered that they’re linked historically! Big whoop right? Ah, but the items can be traced to a specific influential family during the Sengoku Jidai, or Era of Warring States, 1467-1600(inserted!~KED), which name I really can’t pronounce. I guess that is why for the most part they’ve disappeared from the history books.
The rest gets really sketchy with the whole hocus pocus stuff, but the fact remains that this fan was also a possession of the family, in particular of a daughter who was married to an individual that has long since disappeared from the history books. If my sources are correct this bugler (I still don’t buy into the whole ninja crap) will come after this relic next.
Under the innocent pretense of writing a history paper for class I reviled as much about the item (minus the whole eavesdropping and private investigator part). For being a secret agent type my dad has a real terrible poker face, for not only did his eyes widen his smile as though he won the lottery and hugged me tightly. “Sweetie you must excuse me for a moment, I’ll be right back for…”
“James Bond stuff?” I asked nonchalantly.
“James Bond stuff.” He repeated while kissing me on the forehead. “Love you.”
“Love you too dad.”With that my dad left the exhibit, and standard to my trade I closed my eyes and listened. I couldn’t wait to hear this conversation.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Washington DC!
Washington DC very big city.
I am heisting from Smithsonian! Freer + Sackler Galleries. I am going after pots. You say clay pot is boring! I say clay pot is place for meditation and making of medicines that make the warrior strong.
I sneaked to museum, opening panel of glass near exhibit. I sat backwards on windowsill, and...
The black form dropped into the darkened museum. Light shimmered through the transparent body, leaving nothing for cameras to catch. His hands caught the wall, and he stopped, flipping upside down, feet pressing against the paneled wood with a soft tap. He took in the empty halls, blackened eyes narrowing beneath his mask. Twenty feet away, through the red emergency lights. The bowl he sought was so close... yet for his purposes, so far.
No matter, he thought to himself. A few quick flicks of his wrist took out the cameras, and then he got to work climbing the walls, checking for errors and retrieving his shuriken. Behind one of the disabled cameras, he found a smaller, hidden camera. He smiled slightly. They're getting smarter... I should expect nothing less from the american police I suppose.
His eyes drifted over the cameras he'd already checked as he debated whether to double check. A quiet echoing voice and sounds of movement made up his mind, and he abandoned the task. He retrieved the rest of his shuriken, and positioned himself above the ancient pot. It was a small black-glazed bowl, done through a blast-firing process called "raku" that attained the perfect black color with no flaws. The lid was lain decoratively to the side, resting against the bowl.
He flicked a still-transparent glove covered hand to his belt, pulling out the glass cutter. His eyes watched carefully, avoiding the infrared sensors as he placed the device, spinning it in a circle several times. The glass cutter had a suction cup that let him lift the piece out with a slow smooth moment. He set it to the side, released the suction cup, and put the device away.
Once inside, he made quick work of grabbing the bowl and the lid. He wrapped it in silk he'd brought along, and placed it in the sack tied tightly to his back. Finished, he looked up from his work, almost like waking back up. He listened; and heard no sounds of imminent discovery. He looked back down through the hole, and at the cut piece of glass. The ninja smiled slightly, before pulling out the glass cutter and removing the sharp end, holding it in his hand. Quickly, he scratched in a message in graceful hiragana and kanji:
The cherry blossom
makes no sound as it drifts down
I am like a ghost
Next stop: ?
I am heisting from Smithsonian! Freer + Sackler Galleries. I am going after pots. You say clay pot is boring! I say clay pot is place for meditation and making of medicines that make the warrior strong.
I sneaked to museum, opening panel of glass near exhibit. I sat backwards on windowsill, and...
The black form dropped into the darkened museum. Light shimmered through the transparent body, leaving nothing for cameras to catch. His hands caught the wall, and he stopped, flipping upside down, feet pressing against the paneled wood with a soft tap. He took in the empty halls, blackened eyes narrowing beneath his mask. Twenty feet away, through the red emergency lights. The bowl he sought was so close... yet for his purposes, so far.
No matter, he thought to himself. A few quick flicks of his wrist took out the cameras, and then he got to work climbing the walls, checking for errors and retrieving his shuriken. Behind one of the disabled cameras, he found a smaller, hidden camera. He smiled slightly. They're getting smarter... I should expect nothing less from the american police I suppose.
His eyes drifted over the cameras he'd already checked as he debated whether to double check. A quiet echoing voice and sounds of movement made up his mind, and he abandoned the task. He retrieved the rest of his shuriken, and positioned himself above the ancient pot. It was a small black-glazed bowl, done through a blast-firing process called "raku" that attained the perfect black color with no flaws. The lid was lain decoratively to the side, resting against the bowl.
He flicked a still-transparent glove covered hand to his belt, pulling out the glass cutter. His eyes watched carefully, avoiding the infrared sensors as he placed the device, spinning it in a circle several times. The glass cutter had a suction cup that let him lift the piece out with a slow smooth moment. He set it to the side, released the suction cup, and put the device away.
Once inside, he made quick work of grabbing the bowl and the lid. He wrapped it in silk he'd brought along, and placed it in the sack tied tightly to his back. Finished, he looked up from his work, almost like waking back up. He listened; and heard no sounds of imminent discovery. He looked back down through the hole, and at the cut piece of glass. The ninja smiled slightly, before pulling out the glass cutter and removing the sharp end, holding it in his hand. Quickly, he scratched in a message in graceful hiragana and kanji:
The cherry blossom
makes no sound as it drifts down
I am like a ghost
Next stop: ?
Monday, June 18, 2007
More adventures in Boston
Again no news on the ninja, which is good it means more time off. I got to see my brother off to the airport today, I'm gonna miss him he's been so great about keeping my secret. He's the only one in the family who knows about my powers, my parents would totally freak. Of course I'm nice enough to keep his secrets.
Hmm what else happened today. I ate breakfast, said goodbye to Ray, went to a Photo shoot got kidnapped, went shopping. Oh I guess I should elaborate on the kidnapping. It all happened at the photo shoot. I may have time of from being miss secret agent but not from being a model. So I was at one of the photo shoots for my tour around around America, and this group of men in ski mask break in and trash the set. They thought stealing a few rich models for ransom was a good idea. Normally I would have just have beat the living daylights out of these guys right away but with the crowd and the cameras at all I had to play along. I along with some of the other girls were blindfolded and our hands were tied and we were thrown in a truck, and worse of all they ruined my outfit.
Silly men thought they could hold me kinda hard to have my hands tied if I shift to have no arms. Good thing the girls were blindfolded most would have screamed if they saw the snake on the floor. Then I waited until the truck stopped, I was a blur of forms, a wolf , a lion ,a bear, I think I may have even been a clown for a awhile , I had to take them out quickly before anyone (other than the bad guys) could get hurt, Once they were out cold I called the police and promptly went back in the truck waiting to be rescued
Hmm what else happened today. I ate breakfast, said goodbye to Ray, went to a Photo shoot got kidnapped, went shopping. Oh I guess I should elaborate on the kidnapping. It all happened at the photo shoot. I may have time of from being miss secret agent but not from being a model. So I was at one of the photo shoots for my tour around around America, and this group of men in ski mask break in and trash the set. They thought stealing a few rich models for ransom was a good idea. Normally I would have just have beat the living daylights out of these guys right away but with the crowd and the cameras at all I had to play along. I along with some of the other girls were blindfolded and our hands were tied and we were thrown in a truck, and worse of all they ruined my outfit.
Silly men thought they could hold me kinda hard to have my hands tied if I shift to have no arms. Good thing the girls were blindfolded most would have screamed if they saw the snake on the floor. Then I waited until the truck stopped, I was a blur of forms, a wolf , a lion ,a bear, I think I may have even been a clown for a awhile , I had to take them out quickly before anyone (other than the bad guys) could get hurt, Once they were out cold I called the police and promptly went back in the truck waiting to be rescued
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Philadelphia and Wilmington
I had good concert in Philadelphia. Nice long break. Good concert. Next I went to Wachovia Stadium! It very very big place for concert, many many people. After, I drove down to Wilmington in Delaware. They are having big art museum, Delaware Art Museum, so I go there for next heist.
I am hoping I am being careful enough. Even if I am being caught on camera, it will see nothing, so I am not worried for that. It is just ninja way to take perfect heist; anything lesser is failure, even if prize is safe.
Ryuichi's master yelled over phone at loss of shuriken. Ryuichi feels bad. He made it up better already, but failure still. A ninja should be like wind; felt for a moment, but never permanent. Un-graspable. Not contained in box. Go anywhere like draft in summer.
I should do training before concert, to be better for it, and heist! There is gym downtown. I go there; I am not thinking many people will recognize me! It is Dragon Gym Perfect, yes?
I am hoping I am being careful enough. Even if I am being caught on camera, it will see nothing, so I am not worried for that. It is just ninja way to take perfect heist; anything lesser is failure, even if prize is safe.
Ryuichi's master yelled over phone at loss of shuriken. Ryuichi feels bad. He made it up better already, but failure still. A ninja should be like wind; felt for a moment, but never permanent. Un-graspable. Not contained in box. Go anywhere like draft in summer.
I should do training before concert, to be better for it, and heist! There is gym downtown. I go there; I am not thinking many people will recognize me! It is Dragon Gym Perfect, yes?
Boston
Well its been quiet the past few days no new break-ins. Unfortunately the investigation has hit a dead end. I have a plan to place hidden cameras in museums with items similar to the stolen ones unfortunately that list is in the hundreds right now, so that plan is a bit unrealistic. Maybe if there were more items stolen I could thin the list a little.
With all this free time the higher ups have granted me some free time so I've headed out to Boston to see my family it's not often that I'm on the east coast. It was good to see my brother Ray before he headed of to Japan, he was so excited about study abroad there. Funny thing is , he is a huge Ryuichi fan and he's heading to Japan while Ryuichi is here in the USA on tour.
Last night I went out to fight crime again. I've been doing that more and more, its the only time I feel .... right. I dunno it must be my imagination or something its just that sometimes this whole government agent thing just gives me weird vibes. Oh well, at least last night helped me unwind, and it was funny to see that look on the mugger's face he sure wasn't expecting that lion in the alley way.
With all this free time the higher ups have granted me some free time so I've headed out to Boston to see my family it's not often that I'm on the east coast. It was good to see my brother Ray before he headed of to Japan, he was so excited about study abroad there. Funny thing is , he is a huge Ryuichi fan and he's heading to Japan while Ryuichi is here in the USA on tour.
Last night I went out to fight crime again. I've been doing that more and more, its the only time I feel .... right. I dunno it must be my imagination or something its just that sometimes this whole government agent thing just gives me weird vibes. Oh well, at least last night helped me unwind, and it was funny to see that look on the mugger's face he sure wasn't expecting that lion in the alley way.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Yes! I'm On Top!
Yes, yes, I know it sounds dirty but it's true! Although my last "presentation" caused a bit of a controversy among the elders (presentations never...well...ate other presentations before,) but after a time they finally chose a new High Priestess...ME! YES! The initiation ceremony was last night, and, oh my, it was so beautiful! Blue crystal lights illuminated the path to the temple where the former high priestess, Teresa, awaited to pass down the sacred Water Star Pendant, it symbolizes the stars our ancestors used to navigate the oceans, before they settled on our island of Miria.
As I walked up to the main temple, I could feel everyone's eyes on me, but one gaze felt different, like it was burning into my skin. I stole a quick glance and saw that it was my younger sister, Sophia. I don't understand it. Here was the day that my life's goal was finally going to be accomplished, and my sister, of all people, was staring at me with anger! I mean, yes, I know she was going for the same position but she was just too inexperienced, too headstrong. Whenever there was a fight, she would just rush in without thinking of the consequences to her or her teammates. Anyway, I'll just have a talk with her later on.
Ok, back to me. As I stepped up to Teresa, I could tell she was proud of me when a tear rolled down her cheek and settled into one of her wrinkles. My heart started racing as I bowed to her; she removed the pendant from her neck and placed it on mine. When I stood upright, the pendant finally touched my skin. I was taken aback as dozens of whispers flooding my mind. Sounds, images, sensations swirled around me. I saw wars, heard laughter, cries...I felt love. All the memories of past priestesses completely saturated me. I can still feel them. It's not crystal clear though, most of the memories are fuzzy and it takes a certain amount of concentration to access them. I guess it's better this way, I can still keep who I am intact without interference from all those feelings swirling inside of me. But as I regained control, I saw that Teresa had fallen; it seems that when she gave up her power, her life went with it.
That's how the life of a priestess is; you live and die for the greater good. I just hope with all these new developments in my life, I can live up to the expectations that come with my responsibilities. Well, I guess there's only one way to find out! Good luck to me! =D
As I walked up to the main temple, I could feel everyone's eyes on me, but one gaze felt different, like it was burning into my skin. I stole a quick glance and saw that it was my younger sister, Sophia. I don't understand it. Here was the day that my life's goal was finally going to be accomplished, and my sister, of all people, was staring at me with anger! I mean, yes, I know she was going for the same position but she was just too inexperienced, too headstrong. Whenever there was a fight, she would just rush in without thinking of the consequences to her or her teammates. Anyway, I'll just have a talk with her later on.
Ok, back to me. As I stepped up to Teresa, I could tell she was proud of me when a tear rolled down her cheek and settled into one of her wrinkles. My heart started racing as I bowed to her; she removed the pendant from her neck and placed it on mine. When I stood upright, the pendant finally touched my skin. I was taken aback as dozens of whispers flooding my mind. Sounds, images, sensations swirled around me. I saw wars, heard laughter, cries...I felt love. All the memories of past priestesses completely saturated me. I can still feel them. It's not crystal clear though, most of the memories are fuzzy and it takes a certain amount of concentration to access them. I guess it's better this way, I can still keep who I am intact without interference from all those feelings swirling inside of me. But as I regained control, I saw that Teresa had fallen; it seems that when she gave up her power, her life went with it.
That's how the life of a priestess is; you live and die for the greater good. I just hope with all these new developments in my life, I can live up to the expectations that come with my responsibilities. Well, I guess there's only one way to find out! Good luck to me! =D
Friday, June 8, 2007
Another Break in
Oh great there's been another break in this time in Albany fits the same M.O. as the fist, broken cameras and the only thing any one saw of this guy was a poof of white smoke. Seems this ninja likes old Japanese artifacts first a ring an then a scroll, what is the point of stealing these items there were things of way more value in the museum. On top of that one of the higher ups is really pissed off, sure its understandable and all with his daughter, he really shouldn't be working this case right now, he's not even hearing the facts. I tried to tell him I found hair gel not hair, you can't DNA test hair gel. Secondly I said metrosexual not homosexual, that hair gel would not be used by any gay man I know.
The worst part about this new theft is that I have to leave NYC behind and I haven't finished shopping :(. At least I got some crime fighting in, I was able to sneak away from the other agents on the case, it was just too easy to do with my abilities. I didn't stop anything major just a few muggings just enough to help but still stay under the radar. Fells good to make a difference I just wish I could do more. Hopefully Albany won't be a huge waste maybe there will be more clues there hopefully this guy is stupid enough to leave another shuriken.
The worst part about this new theft is that I have to leave NYC behind and I haven't finished shopping :(. At least I got some crime fighting in, I was able to sneak away from the other agents on the case, it was just too easy to do with my abilities. I didn't stop anything major just a few muggings just enough to help but still stay under the radar. Fells good to make a difference I just wish I could do more. Hopefully Albany won't be a huge waste maybe there will be more clues there hopefully this guy is stupid enough to leave another shuriken.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Things go exciting...
When things are going right, they are going right. When things are going wrong, they are very bad!
I am long time no posting because of second sentence. No no, super-secret ninja is not caught, hehehe. I am being safe yes. But I say one thing: Albany bad!
Pepsi Arena was filled up most way, and show took on well. No hair on fire, no bottle thrown at head like in Tokyo last month. I am not liking bottles at head. I Stoned Albany! Blond hair for America very good. It is after concert than things go funny. I am not meaning ha ha funny!
Band drummer Troy was not wanting me to go, for talking to fans or something. Troy is good drummer, bad at PR. I have tight timing for heist! Guards I checked out night before. All good ninja do recon, so I do recon too. Many camera, and nosy people with flashlights. But shift change at 2 am! I have to be there right at time to get scrolls or all goes bad. So I get away finally at 1 am. Not much time for changing and getting across city all sneaky! Good thing I do recon, I know where I can poof and make it shorter.
Poofing not always good because I make white air when I leave, so I poof on top of buildings, away from street. No raining tonight, blessing and curse. Wet clothing leaves water and other marks, foot places. Bad bad. But, rain also good for hiding. Well, no rain!
I sneaked into top of vent, snakey snakey! Slipped into corner in camera blind spot, change into me. More shuriken throwing, but this time I counted and made sure I find all! All cameras gone.
Guard change and walking takes not so long, and case of scroll is very covered in red glowing lines. Well, I see lines. Most people not see lines, but like I said, I see lines! But how to deal with lines? Space is around glass for person, but person cannot make though... more snakey time!
I slipped though as snake, and land on case. Off I go, and from bottom I take out wood as fast as I can, because guard on his way soon! No alarm for scroll; many other Japanese artifacts and scroll seems not so important. Way more security on useless armor on left, haha! Silly Americans.
I pull out scroll and know guard coming. Poof leaves white, remember? I only poof when have to go fast. All shuriken counted, and sneaky up wall. I am gone! I even take piece of wood with me... Missing scroll probably not noticed for long time.
I have scrolls and ring. I hope next place is good too. No heist in Philadelphia, just concert. Nice break. I need break. I need sleep T_T Ryuichi is tired. Wachovia is big stadium, I do extra big show.
Wait, I said things went bad, right? That is after coming back from perfect heist! Troy was still awake in hotel at 4 am with many people and other band people. I was not expecting people in room! It was connected room so not as much control Bad PR people for booking double room for "band continuity". Aargh.... But I told band I went back to room as always after concert. Where do they think I was? I don't know. But I did not have key to room, so window is only way into rooms... Why bring key with me? Maybe things go beep, or gets lost, ten is clue and that is bad!
Okay okay, so I am sticking to building outside windows, trying to think of way into room... And suddenly Ryuichi grins to himself... Ryuichi needs all band and girls in one room so he can sneak into other window. So, I take out shuriken!!! I like shuriken. Shuriken through window? Even better!! Crash!
Oh, many many people running... I was resisting laughing, because I had to sneak back to other room, now empty, and then into bathroom to change out of ninja clothes! I locked doors so they could not even go through, he he he. I change fast, and hide ninja clothes in suit case with key. Then I open bathroom door... fashionably late is Ryuichi to his own party!!!
I am so hungry now... I must go get food. The busy-ness didn't end until 5 am... I cannot sleep with loud stomach. Breakfast is being sent up, I will eat much and then sleeeeeeeep.
I am long time no posting because of second sentence. No no, super-secret ninja is not caught, hehehe. I am being safe yes. But I say one thing: Albany bad!
Pepsi Arena was filled up most way, and show took on well. No hair on fire, no bottle thrown at head like in Tokyo last month. I am not liking bottles at head. I Stoned Albany! Blond hair for America very good. It is after concert than things go funny. I am not meaning ha ha funny!
Band drummer Troy was not wanting me to go, for talking to fans or something. Troy is good drummer, bad at PR. I have tight timing for heist! Guards I checked out night before. All good ninja do recon, so I do recon too. Many camera, and nosy people with flashlights. But shift change at 2 am! I have to be there right at time to get scrolls or all goes bad. So I get away finally at 1 am. Not much time for changing and getting across city all sneaky! Good thing I do recon, I know where I can poof and make it shorter.
Poofing not always good because I make white air when I leave, so I poof on top of buildings, away from street. No raining tonight, blessing and curse. Wet clothing leaves water and other marks, foot places. Bad bad. But, rain also good for hiding. Well, no rain!
I sneaked into top of vent, snakey snakey! Slipped into corner in camera blind spot, change into me. More shuriken throwing, but this time I counted and made sure I find all! All cameras gone.
Guard change and walking takes not so long, and case of scroll is very covered in red glowing lines. Well, I see lines. Most people not see lines, but like I said, I see lines! But how to deal with lines? Space is around glass for person, but person cannot make though... more snakey time!
I slipped though as snake, and land on case. Off I go, and from bottom I take out wood as fast as I can, because guard on his way soon! No alarm for scroll; many other Japanese artifacts and scroll seems not so important. Way more security on useless armor on left, haha! Silly Americans.
I pull out scroll and know guard coming. Poof leaves white, remember? I only poof when have to go fast. All shuriken counted, and sneaky up wall. I am gone! I even take piece of wood with me... Missing scroll probably not noticed for long time.
I have scrolls and ring. I hope next place is good too. No heist in Philadelphia, just concert. Nice break. I need break. I need sleep T_T Ryuichi is tired. Wachovia is big stadium, I do extra big show.
Wait, I said things went bad, right? That is after coming back from perfect heist! Troy was still awake in hotel at 4 am with many people and other band people. I was not expecting people in room! It was connected room so not as much control Bad PR people for booking double room for "band continuity". Aargh.... But I told band I went back to room as always after concert. Where do they think I was? I don't know. But I did not have key to room, so window is only way into rooms... Why bring key with me? Maybe things go beep, or gets lost, ten is clue and that is bad!
Okay okay, so I am sticking to building outside windows, trying to think of way into room... And suddenly Ryuichi grins to himself... Ryuichi needs all band and girls in one room so he can sneak into other window. So, I take out shuriken!!! I like shuriken. Shuriken through window? Even better!! Crash!
Oh, many many people running... I was resisting laughing, because I had to sneak back to other room, now empty, and then into bathroom to change out of ninja clothes! I locked doors so they could not even go through, he he he. I change fast, and hide ninja clothes in suit case with key. Then I open bathroom door... fashionably late is Ryuichi to his own party!!!
I am so hungry now... I must go get food. The busy-ness didn't end until 5 am... I cannot sleep with loud stomach. Breakfast is being sent up, I will eat much and then sleeeeeeeep.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Meanwhile In a hospital not to far away...
Come on where was it?
The IV in my hand itched horribly as my hand raced through the nightstand drawer, and finding absent of something very dear to me. In defeat I sighed and tried to get comfortable in my bed. It was my third day at (hospital), and already the smells of antiseptics were threatening to erase the smell of my moms home baked cookies from my heart. The monitors hummed and beeped to a steady rhythm, but they were not the lullabies of the peeper frogs back home. Heh, home; the word kept creeping back into my mind every time. I missed it so much.
“Still looking for your shadow Clio?”
My heart skipped a beat, was a really that ill or could it have been? Almost as if out of dream the curtain flew back and their dressed in his business attire and racing to embrace me was my…
“DAD!!!” I shouted at once while griping him tightly as I could, it had to be a dream it had to be!
“Easy there kiddo, I know how you must feel but I’m here. Though I might not be much longer by the way you’re hugging me.”
I let go as he brushed aside my brown hair, “I guess it must be something they put in the food, because I think that was the strongest hug I’ve ever received from you.”
I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and desperately tried to wipe the tears away. As I did my dad pulled up a chair, casually threw his jacket over it, and opened up “my shadow”; our joke for my favorite book, Peter Pan. The cover was faded and dusty, with numerous pages handing from the spine from constant use. It was kidda funny seeing how aged it appeared when compared to my dad’s flawless modern grooming and apparel. “Wait, is mom-”
“You’re mother is okay with it.” he said firmly with his smile fading slightly.
“Really? But why isn’t-?”
“She understands that we have some catching up to do, that is why she allowed me to read to you tonight. You were on chapter six last time right?”
I couldn’t help but smile, dad always knew how to do the voices right, especially Captain Hook. Though one thing still troubled me.
“Yeah, but dad, can I ask you something?”
“Sure thing Tink.” He replied while flipping through the pages.
“What brings you to the city? Don’t you work for the government in Washington?”
He looked at me, with a weary expression and said, “As luck would have it sweet pea, my work is kind of on the move at the moment. Interestingly enough it took me here and I get to spend some time with you. Waite, your mother said chapter seven come to think about it, figures that she wouldn’t bother to tell me what paragraph.”
Ouch, so much for that hope. I guess their love for me was still the only thing my parents had in common. But it still stings knowing that the two people I cared for still wanted nothing to do with each other, and there nothing that could be done about it. Was there?
My train of thought ended abruptly as an obnoxious ring tone set to the tune of “The Star Spangled Banner” chimed from my dad’s cell phone. Frowning immensely he set down the book, flipped it open frowned some more, looked at me and said, “Sorry sweetie I have take this. James Bond Kindda stuff. I promise to make it short.”
As he stepped outside I closed my eyes, and drowned out the background noise. There was a time when I was eight that being able to here things that when on in my house would make me curl up and hide in a corner, but now it had its advantages. Although it was feint and sounded like it came from quite a distance I could now faintly hear my dad. “Open channel D, clearance blue. This had better be good Misguise, my daughter is ill and the doctors don’t know why. Don’t use that tone with me, she means the world to me, and you had better make it fast. Uh-huh. Hmmm. Uh-huh… Shurkin? Wait, as in the Ninja throwing weapon? Hair gel? What is this culprit some sort of Metro sexual faggot?”
Swear words aside, what in the heck dose my dad do for a living?!
“No, you did the right thing. Keep me posted on further developments, and stay sharp let’s prey that this is the only thing he steals. I also want a DNA sample of that hair ASAP. Yes…and…My apologies for my unprofessional…but its…Now Look! It’s just that…”
My heart froze, somehow in my dread I knew what the next few words would be. “The doctors say its terminal. The time is unspecified, but eventually my only child is going to die."
The IV in my hand itched horribly as my hand raced through the nightstand drawer, and finding absent of something very dear to me. In defeat I sighed and tried to get comfortable in my bed. It was my third day at (hospital), and already the smells of antiseptics were threatening to erase the smell of my moms home baked cookies from my heart. The monitors hummed and beeped to a steady rhythm, but they were not the lullabies of the peeper frogs back home. Heh, home; the word kept creeping back into my mind every time. I missed it so much.
“Still looking for your shadow Clio?”
My heart skipped a beat, was a really that ill or could it have been? Almost as if out of dream the curtain flew back and their dressed in his business attire and racing to embrace me was my…
“DAD!!!” I shouted at once while griping him tightly as I could, it had to be a dream it had to be!
“Easy there kiddo, I know how you must feel but I’m here. Though I might not be much longer by the way you’re hugging me.”
I let go as he brushed aside my brown hair, “I guess it must be something they put in the food, because I think that was the strongest hug I’ve ever received from you.”
I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and desperately tried to wipe the tears away. As I did my dad pulled up a chair, casually threw his jacket over it, and opened up “my shadow”; our joke for my favorite book, Peter Pan. The cover was faded and dusty, with numerous pages handing from the spine from constant use. It was kidda funny seeing how aged it appeared when compared to my dad’s flawless modern grooming and apparel. “Wait, is mom-”
“You’re mother is okay with it.” he said firmly with his smile fading slightly.
“Really? But why isn’t-?”
“She understands that we have some catching up to do, that is why she allowed me to read to you tonight. You were on chapter six last time right?”
I couldn’t help but smile, dad always knew how to do the voices right, especially Captain Hook. Though one thing still troubled me.
“Yeah, but dad, can I ask you something?”
“Sure thing Tink.” He replied while flipping through the pages.
“What brings you to the city? Don’t you work for the government in Washington?”
He looked at me, with a weary expression and said, “As luck would have it sweet pea, my work is kind of on the move at the moment. Interestingly enough it took me here and I get to spend some time with you. Waite, your mother said chapter seven come to think about it, figures that she wouldn’t bother to tell me what paragraph.”
Ouch, so much for that hope. I guess their love for me was still the only thing my parents had in common. But it still stings knowing that the two people I cared for still wanted nothing to do with each other, and there nothing that could be done about it. Was there?
My train of thought ended abruptly as an obnoxious ring tone set to the tune of “The Star Spangled Banner” chimed from my dad’s cell phone. Frowning immensely he set down the book, flipped it open frowned some more, looked at me and said, “Sorry sweetie I have take this. James Bond Kindda stuff. I promise to make it short.”
As he stepped outside I closed my eyes, and drowned out the background noise. There was a time when I was eight that being able to here things that when on in my house would make me curl up and hide in a corner, but now it had its advantages. Although it was feint and sounded like it came from quite a distance I could now faintly hear my dad. “Open channel D, clearance blue. This had better be good Misguise, my daughter is ill and the doctors don’t know why. Don’t use that tone with me, she means the world to me, and you had better make it fast. Uh-huh. Hmmm. Uh-huh… Shurkin? Wait, as in the Ninja throwing weapon? Hair gel? What is this culprit some sort of Metro sexual faggot?”
Swear words aside, what in the heck dose my dad do for a living?!
“No, you did the right thing. Keep me posted on further developments, and stay sharp let’s prey that this is the only thing he steals. I also want a DNA sample of that hair ASAP. Yes…and…My apologies for my unprofessional…but its…Now Look! It’s just that…”
My heart froze, somehow in my dread I knew what the next few words would be. “The doctors say its terminal. The time is unspecified, but eventually my only child is going to die."
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