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[paradisamods]

[And, quite suddenly...

You're holding your journal. If you already were holding it, congratulations. If you weren't... you are now! Somebody wants your attention.

And get this: it's empty.

The old one's kicking around somewhere, but for now, look at what Paradisa gave you!]

Comments

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

-- Ugh not you again!

written; NOT FOREVER BECAUSE I LOVE THESE SUBJECT LINES TOO MUCH

[workaphilic]

Rude.

Don't ask a question if you don't want an answer.

dictated; I KNOW THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL

[save_the_souls]

You're not going to give me an answer, you're simply going to mock me again!

written; SO BEAUTIFUL. I WANT TO IMMORTALIZE THEM IN MARBLE.

[workaphilic]

I'm perfectly capable of doing both of those things at the same time.

dictated; YES BEAUTIFUL WHITE MARBLE

[save_the_souls]

[He sighs]

Fine. Then please, have a go at it.

written; THE CROWNING ARTISTIC JEWEL OF OUR GENERATION

[workaphilic]

Oh, still need the answer? Very slow on the uptake, I see.

It's gone blank, obviously.

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

[he groans]

Yes, I know that's the result.

written;

[workaphilic]

You asked what happened, that's what happened. Not sure what other response you could have been expecting.

dictated

[save_the_souls]

You know what?

Please forget I said anything.

written;

[workaphilic]

Was probably going to anyway, honestly. Stupid questions take up too much space.

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

-- Then why did you even bother writing to me?! If I'm taking up so much of your space!

written;

[workaphilic]

Bored.

And curious.

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

[Oh. No no no not curious, NOT THAT]

Curious about what?

[Please let it be about taunting idiots and such, please let it be a troll move, please please pleaaaasse]

written;

[workaphilic]

[DON'T ASK A QUESTION IF YOU DON'T WANT AN ANSWER. why does no one listen to him.]

Been here for a while, haven't you?

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

[Because he wants to know if he's attracted ANOTHER creeper jeez. And ugh, not this again]

Yes, I have.

written;

[workaphilic]

How long? Five years?

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

Five years and one month.

written;

[workaphilic]

Interesting! Seems I was wrong, then.

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

Wrong about what?

written;

[workaphilic]

Assumed you would have something intelligent to contribute re: the journals based on your extensive experience with the castle.

Clearly mistaken. Apologies.

[okay maybe a little trolling still.]

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

[His pride wants to correct him, or punch him in the face]

[However this is an old saying: don't feed someone that could possibly be an evil loli who will stab you because she finds you fascinating.]

Yes, well you found me out. I'm stupid and dull. Next time you need brain stimulation, you'd probably get more out of wishing for a child's riddle book, really.

written;

[workaphilic]

[Ah, but therein lies the catch: based on what he's experienced with Allen, he's expecting someone who would want to prove him wrong, who would spill more when adequately provoked. The lack of response is just piquing his curiosity more -- need more data.]

Probably.

But this is much more fun.

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

[DRAT. He meanwhile is deciding to try to figure out what is going on with the journal, so there is the sound of someone getting up from a chair and a few footsteps- his voice sounds a bit further from the journal]

Really, I'm sure you'd have more fun doing something else.

written;

[workaphilic]

[He can wait! Sure as shit not going to talk, anyway.]

At the moment? Doesn't seem likely.

dictated; 1/2

[save_the_souls]

[he's ignoring you now, digging around for his tomes of information about the place when he makes a surprised sound]

Eh?