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Sunday, April 12th, 2009
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9:43 pm - Life. The universe. Everything. 42.
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Three years since I updated this. Hot damn.
(Mostly because Woww forgot her birthday and has been locked out of the account for about that long. Rrrgh. She's still not back in.)
Nothing has happened. Life has...progressed. We don't see Woww too much these days, truthfully, because she's too busy with that bizarre place called the real world. She's got school to deal with. She's looking at colleges, and wants to be a mechanical engineer. Go figure, a ditz like her.
Still a vampire. Still dealing with tons of crazy siblings. Still surviving.
I'll see you all around, I guess.
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| Sunday, January 22nd, 2006
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5:10 pm - One good turn deserves another
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This is gonna keep going for ages, isn't it?
( Behold... )
We've gotta find a new way of tormenting each other.
current mood:  evil
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| Saturday, January 21st, 2006
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9:32 pm
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Well, after a huge break, I am back. Sorry about not updating and all, Woww dropped the laptop off a cliff and it took us this long to get a new one. Curse those Grundos and their trading laws.
So, um...hi.
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| Wednesday, May 18th, 2005
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7:44 pm - Mountain Trip: Part 2. First few hours of torture...
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Well, today went badly from the start. And "from the start" means from the very moment I woke up...
BRIIIIIING!
"Grunff...gwaaagh." Only Woww sets an alarm clock when we go on vacation.
Struggling out of the covers, I sat up blearily. And ducked.
An arrow zoomed by overhead, to bury itself in the wall.
"Funny, Nifri." I proceeded to tie Nifri to the ceiling fan with a sheet, and went down to breakfast.
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And guess what was for breakfast?
Stuff bombed with garlic, of course. And I found out the hard way.
"COUGH-COUGH-cough-HACK!"
Snake jumped out of his chair and proceeded to do the Heimlich maneuver. A bit of sausage ejected itself from my beak and flew across the table, to hit a young Acara.
"Watchit, wise girl!" it yelled across the table. I made a rude paw gesture and continued to eat the ceral, the only thing not bombed with garlic.
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When Nifri turned up at the table, several feathers scorched (Atwi had helped to get her down, by burning through the sheets. Little evil pyromaniac...) and in a bad mood. She picked up a spoon, to begin serving herself, and...
"YAAARRRGH!" The spoon clattered on the floor. Several large, red blisters were visible where Nifri had held the spoon, and the fur-like feathers protecting the spot had been scorched away. Allergy to silver? Where had I heard that before... I shoved it out of my mind. I'd think about it later.
"Guess what, guys!!!" Only Woww can pronounce multiple exclamation marks at the end of a sentence.
"We're going sledding today!!! Isn't it fun!!!" Responsible owner, my foot.
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While in my room, pulling on my jacket, I took a look at one of those complimetary calendars you always find in hotel rooms. And according to it, tonight is the full moon...
Uh-oh. This is not a good place to go on a bloodlust rampage...
To be continued...
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| Tuesday, May 17th, 2005
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7:57 pm - The trip! Part 1-Up to the top of the mountain we go!
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Well, because Woww was too cheap to hire anything else, you wanna know how we got to Terror Mountain?
By way of the pirate ship of my sworn enemy, Captain Dread. Stupid skeleton Kiko. I had to wear a disguise all trip. Do you know how much a false mustache can tickle? Luckily, the numbskull's brains must've rotted out long ago, he never recognised me.
So we unloaded at the dock, and took the ski lift up to our lodge. This is how the ride up went...
Tossing the fake moustache into a snowdrift, I waited in line to get on the lift. Ahead, I heard the rest of the family conversing...
"So, Itho, what are the best methods of killing vampires?"
"I'm not going to even answer that, Nifri."
"Gatak, what's changed on the Space Station since I've last been there?"
"Not much. Hey, Snake, whatsamatter? Cold? Or scared?"
"Er um ergh ag...b-both."
"You always wear that coat. How can you be cold?"
"I-I just am, okay?"
"Woww, are we there yet?"
"NO, Coaco!"
That should give you an idea of what's going on. Pity me.
So when we finally got on to the lift, taking up a total of four chairs, I found myself stuck next to Nifri. Hmm, maybe I could find out what problems she has with vampires...
"Um... Nifri?" I asked the green Eyriess.
"Hmm?" she replied, her reply muffled by her pale blue winter coat.
"What is it that you have against vampires?" I asked, twisting to look her in the eye. No mean feat when the owner's padded you (and everyone else) out with more layers than the candles on Fyora's birthday cake.
"One word. Silverstream."
Oh. Silverstream. The place where I was born, and then cast out after a vampire bite. That explained more than it didn't. But there was one tiny nagging bit of doubt...
"Then what are you doing away from Silverstream, then?"
Nifri snarled. "None of your business, vampire."
I recoiled, and sat the rest of the ride in silence.
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When we reached our lodge, the porter took our bags. After a mug of hot chocolate, we were shown to our rooms. And it turns out I'm sharing with...
Nifri, and Atwi.
Good lord, help me.
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| Monday, May 16th, 2005
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5:43 pm
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Great.
Once again, the "owner" has decided to torture us all. This time: a wonderful Family Vacation to Terror Mountain. Dangit, I hate that place.
It also means that we get stuck in a log cabin with the "extensions" as I call them. You know, Gartak, Nifri, Atwi, and Itho. And you just want to know WHY that's a bad thing.
Gartak: He freaks me out. Creepy, cyborg silver Grundo. Grow a sense of humor and STOPPIT WITH THE DARTH VADER IMPRESSIONS, ALREADY!
Nifri: Good lord, I never even see her. She hides in her room all day (which is, by the way, hung with garlic) and has holy-water traps rigged up all around the room. Something tells me she doesn't like vampires...
And the gal never, EVER touches silver.
Itho: Bounty hunter for Dr. Sloth. That should be self-explanitory. His speciality is hunting down escaped Grundo slaves... and with Huribed and Gartak in the house, things are heating up.
Atwi: Stop carrying around that flaming torch, dammit. And will it kill you to let go of your knife for three seconds?
And then, there's the rest of the family. Who wants to be penned up with them? I mean, Coaco's got the brain of a rock, Snake screams at every shadow that crosses his path, Huribed is getting more and more tense every time she goes to the lab ray, and then there's Woww. The ditz owner.
I'm not gonna survive this trip...
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| Thursday, May 5th, 2005
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8:34 pm
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*evil laugh*
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| Friday, April 15th, 2005
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8:07 pm
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Damn Reptillior.
HEY YOU! THAT'S RIGHT, OWNER OF THAT (censored) REPTILLIOR! CONTROL YOUR (censored) PETPET, FOR GOD'S SAKE!
*goes off to find some Cactopus Cream*
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| Friday, April 8th, 2005
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7:48 pm - More payback.
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So, I was immature and stole your idea.
It's still hilariously funny.
current mood:  amused
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7:46 am - Ra, it's time for payback!
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You think you're evil?
Muahahahahahaaa!
current mood:  accomplished
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| Thursday, April 7th, 2005
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9:05 am
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Well, nothing else has happened, really.
The Neopian Police came, but they got the wrong adress. Ended up carrying the poor Aisha next door halfway to Neopia Central before they realised that it was an Eyrie they were after. Phht. Poor idiots. (Ra, what address did you give them?)
Woww has a new account. (wowwus_sapien) With it comes a score of new "siblings".
Nifri: Eyrie from Silverstream (where I was born). Somehow ended up in the pound, where Woww snagged her. One heck of a pest.
Itho: Ex-bounty hunter from the Space Station. Red Buzz. Scares the hell out of everyone.
Gartak: Silver Grundo from the Space Station, and oddly, Huribed's brother. He's also a cyborg. Geez, I think Huribed shattered the eardrums of everyone on Mystery Island when she saw him.
Atwi: Shoyru. Warrior. She has this weird "punk" additude, and isn't really social. Ho well, I'll get her secrets out of her someday.
Well, 2x the pets, 2x the insanity.
Woww can't even control four pets, let alone eight.
*goes off to dig a bomb shelter in the backyard*
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| Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
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9:14 pm - Rawr.
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Well, I guess my little Gadgadsbogen rampage had a few teeny-tiny consequences...
So if you see my face on a wanted poster, please don't turn me in.
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| Saturday, March 12th, 2005
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8:47 pm
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Yoinked from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) thealmightyra
Ra: Don't. Comment.
current mood:  cranky
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| Friday, March 11th, 2005
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9:38 pm - Yay, yahoo.
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Well, that was fun. Nothing like a good rampage.
Nothing really interesting happened, 'cept for the fact that I "accidentally" found the Gadgadsbogen festival. Man did those suckers run.
I did manage to suck the blood of several people, including one of the fruit stand managers and most of a group of Gothic-wannabe punk Lennys. Nearly got the Grand Bogen, but he got away. Probably would've just tasted like fruit juice anyways.
current mood:  ecstatic
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| Monday, February 28th, 2005
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8:48 pm - HIDE!!
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THIS IS NOT ARIN. SHE IS CURRENTLY ON A RAMPAGE THROUGH THE FORESTS OF MYSTERY ISLAND.
Instead, Arin's wonderful, luvverly owner Wowwhony will be telling you what the 'ell happened.
So, I had somehow managed to get a Dino Snapper. I gave it to Arin for dinner, 'cuz she's the only one who'd eat it. Somehow, it awakened her primordial instincts. Her eyes glowed red, she ran out of the house, yadda yadda. I'm pretty sure she's drained someone's blood by now.
I'll let her narrate when she gets back.
current mood: cranky
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| Friday, February 11th, 2005
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8:18 pm
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Same old, same old.
Woww is considering putting me in teh BC with another pic she's drawn.
Which reminds me, Woww has an LJ now. Don't visit, it's just a bunch of mindless ranting about her pathetic life in the real world.
Snake, Coaco, and Huribed all have birthdays coming up, plus Woww's 1-year anniversary on Neo.
Bored, lonely, depressed. And...
When the full moon comes, I'll loose control, and go on a blood rampage. Stay clear, unless you want to have your lifeblood drained out through your esophagus.
current mood:  Losing control...
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| Wednesday, February 2nd, 2005
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7:58 pm - >.
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My vampire side is lurking.
It won't let me go.
The blood lust... the blood lust...
Bit by bit, I'm losing control.
My hours are numbered. Soon...
Soon, I will have to drink blood. I can't avoid it. My vampire side calls...
Stand back, you might get hurt.
current mood:  I'm going mad...
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| Sunday, January 30th, 2005
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5:35 pm - *snerk*
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Just when you've been waiting so sooo long, I've decided to update. Before all your minds turn to melted cheese.
My mind.
The only semi-good thing about it was that I could play on MY terms.
Wait a sec, that's a really good thing, right? Ho well, gotta carry on.
With my non-existant body, I rushed toward the blue smoke. It scattered and reformed behind me. I charged it again. It blew apart like, well, smoke in the wind, then reformed back behind me again. This wasn't going to work. But then I realised that the thing was now exactly opposite from the big light... I charged the blue smoke. It blew apart and once again, reformed behind me. Now it was exactly lined up with the big light. I charged it. It blew apart, but I kept going. I barreled headfirst into the big light.
Suddenly, I was a form in my mind, a dazzling form that projected light into the darkest corners. As I concentrated, a blob of my form split off from the rest on a kind of neck. A beak sprouted out of the face, and blood-red eyes glared out of it. At the same time, legs shot out of the other part, a tail sprouted like a hyperactive weed, and a mane grew. I was a lightbeam in the shape of an Eyrie, wings and all.
Bounding toward the blue smoke, I reached out and touched it with one claw.
It dissolved. A cry of "NOOOOOOOO--ERK!ACK!GAAAAAAaaahhh..." followed it. Then the light let me go, and I left the presence of my mind.
A ragged green Aisha lah facefirst in the mud, missing one ear. The same one that I had battled on the ship. One pale green paw was wrapped around the neck of an Island Aisha. I pried the stuill-warm fingers off of Siliron's neck. He twitched faintly, then opened his eyes. I moved on. He would live.
I walked over to the green Aisha.
"What caused you to do this?" I asked softly. He made no noise, but a bit of blood burbled out of his mouth.
Why did I always end up killing them?
Deep in my mind, I knew the answer. It would have been a threat to Neopia had he stayed alive. A cool, scaly hand touched my shoulder.
"You did well," said the techo in the grass skirt, now sporting a magnificent black eye. I swallowed.
"So I'll be able to cast spells without using a medium?"
"Yes."
With that, I gathered up Star Sparkwing, and went home.
The end.
Now you'll need some other way to occupy your time, fools.
current mood:  I'm taunting you.
current music: Simple and Clean-Kingdom Hearts
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| Thursday, January 27th, 2005
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1:25 pm - Sorry to kill the suspense.
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I'm just keeping this out of the way here. Too bad, you thought this was an update to the lil story, huh?
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| Saturday, January 22nd, 2005
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8:20 pm - Finally, something interesting.
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"OUCH!"
I looked up into the face of Siliron. And that's when I figured it out.
Up?
Aishas are small, tiny compared to Eyries! That was when I suspected something wasn't right.
The Techo in the grass skirt turned around, staring at Siliron impatiently.
"Siliron, what do you want... Siliron?"
"Siliron" turned around, but something happened...
As he turned around, his fur melted together and turned a runny blue. He grew up, and up, and up, and up, until he stretched almost fifty feet above the land.
"That Aisha was so easy to overcome. Now I can finally rule the world!" chuckled the giant Lupe in a voice that strangely reminded me of the sea crashing against rocks, beating them down, slowly. Then, as I watched, the giant Lupe reached down, seeking to harm the Techo. Then I snapped.
I flung myself in front of the giant paw. The last thing I saw was the scaled face of the Techo, using another's voice. It lies in your heart... The lifeforce lies within you... Then I spiralled off into the blackness...
A light. The only thing existing in this world of blackness. I reached out a paw to touch it. But it kept jumping away from me. I growled, not hearing my own voice, and ran after it. The light kept moving, staying the same distance away. Then I heard a huge voice that reverberated within all me senses, but...
My senses? What are those?
I looked down at what would have been my body, but saw nothing. Then I looked into the blackness with eyes that were not there. A huge, smoky blue shape wafted around me, here and there.
I was locked in my own mind. The toughest battlefield of all.
current mood:  Yeah, whatever.
current music: Wowwhony falling facefirst into snow.
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