You have gained (a) Canned Champagne!

Someone’s life comes to an unkind end.

Well, anyway, I had another idea the other day. Maybe a story, I don’t know. I was thinking “what if a story was told entirely from a viewpoint of objects?” which turned into “What if a band of serial killers gathered up in an antique shop at Budapest?” I figured it might make create interesting protagonists… Abandoned objects of the past age, actively continuing to do what they were meant to; kill. The famed swords of El Cid, the needle heart of Koschei, the bullet that started the First World War, and such strange objects with a history. Then, I had an idea for a theme–”should one change?” If I do decide to write it out, it would be in an episodic format, most likely, with the episodes approaching the overarching plot… The killers might choose to move on, some might choose to remain where they are. That’s what a history does, isn’t it?

Eh, you know, that didn’t really help. Bah.

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Be proud of who you are

その存在こそ 祝福されて 今 ここにあるのだから
because your life has come here, truly blessed

混沌の中 見失って 生き惑い 立ちすくむ
When you have even lost the feeling of living in chaos, when you can’t even move,

震えるその魂を ただ抱きしめていて
we will embrace our flitting hearts…

Be proud of who you are

すべて ありのまま
just as who you are,

生きとし生けるもの すべてそのままに
to all things that are, just as who you are…

Be proud of who you are

認め合う世界
in this world where we accept each other

生きとし生けるもの すべてそのままに
to all things that are, just as who you are,

すべてそのままに
just as who you are…

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Be proud of who you are, just as who you are, in this world where we accept each other, in this world where every life is a new life, be proud of who you are, just as who you are.

Be proud.

Hmm… yeah. That’s it. She was about this tall, you know, around my jaws. Quite small for a person of her profession, but that girl was full of muscles. Pretty intimidating, really. That must be from all the swords she carries around everywhere… Anyway, yeah, Isaya is just as tall as any girl. And… I think she had… No, I know for sure that she has red hair. Hair red as blood and eyes as green as river. When she looks at you, she would swipe her ruby hair off her face and look straight into your eyes with those emerald eyes. She looks so damned adorable when she does that, I wonder how many times I thought about just pushing her against the floor and raping her. Well, she could and would rip me from limb to limb, quite literally, so I didn’t… Though if I had my way with her, I would have died a happy man, let me tell you.

Oh, right, I apologize. Isaya said that she’s from the southern desert originally. Whatever the color between bronze and brown is, that’s how her skin is. Something odd was that her lips are also pretty tan. It’s not like that with every desert people, is it? Well… her lips are quite plump, and maroon. Maroon is the color, I think… or is it burgundy? Those color names were always confusing for me, but then eh, I figure that’s because I’m not the brightest person in Nexus. Well, you get the point I hope. And… her nose is pretty narrow, like a blade… And… oh, almost forgot it. She has freckles. Sexy freckles, not those ugly diseased freckles, heheh… Hmm. Her hair comes down to her chest, and most of the times Isaya ties the hair u–

Aye, that’s a very good point, my good sir. My description does fit three fourth of the female population of Nexus. I apologize once again, I’m but a simple barkeep and I am not very trained in the practice of montage work… Well, allow me to continue, for now. Isaya does some scavenging work, I think. One of those so-called “Scavenger Lords.” She does let that be known. She leaves the city walls with a bunch of heavily armed thugs feeling fortunate, and she comes back alone a week later. Isaya does that so often, I sometimes suspected that she kills them off when the job is done… Though, I stopped doubting her when I became friends with her. She’s not the sort of person to do that.

Hmm… I take it that you are looking for her because of her occupation. I’ll be smart and not ask you about any details here. Anyway, when she’s at work, she prefers to wear a silver-brown lamellar armor and a long, ivory cape. The armor… what’s that called, slap comes down to her knees, and under that she wears really thick red leather boots that comes up to her thighs. Not sure what the cape is for, I would be roasted alive in that armor and cape… But then, she’s from the desert. Eh well. Hmm. And almost at all times, she carries at least two swords with her. One is one of those carving swords, or whatever they are called. Thick blade and stuff. Machete? And the other is a thing of wonder, let me tell you. It’s a straight sword made of blue steel with an edge that would cut razorblades. I have never seen such a fine weapon before in my life… She calls the sword “Wound-Song” or something like that. Hell, if I owned something as precious like that, I would give it a name and treat it like my child, too. Eh… and now… Oh, sometimes, she has a giant sword as tall as her strapped on her back. From the look of it, the thing looks as heavy as her. I guess she’s stronger than she looks… And… Well, she doesn’t have that many accesories on her, but she has a rather peculiar necklace. On her armor, she wears a foot-long metallic wand around her neck. I can’t recall the exact details, but it looked like it had some poetry written on it in a strange language, and it had stripes of red Jade and a fiery jewel embedded on it. I take it that it’s an ancient amulet she decided to keep… Oh… well. And when she’s resting here in my apartment, she just looks like another young girl of Nexus. Not much to say about that, really.

Hmm… That’s all I can say about how Isaya looks like, for now. My memory is getting hazy with my age… and… she stopped showing up about a year ago. She told me that she’s going southwest again. She always talked about this metal world, so I guess that’s what she’s looking for. Hearing her looting tales, I could almost see her finding something as amazing like what she always talked about. So… If you want to find Isaya for any reason that I don’t want to know, you should head to the southwestern jungles, not the Scavenger Lands. I hope that I assisted you in your search.

Now… how about some drinking? People say that we have the best rum in the city.

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Well, as you can see, this is a very long physical description of Isaya, a character I once made for a game of Exalted a year or so ago. I revisited her and redescribed her (in a very longwinded way) for a friend of mine, who needed something to draw. Oh, I don’t think I did a real fine job with his request, but eh. Bite me, I’m lazy and self-centered.

To describe her, I imagined a scene where someone is asking a barkeep in the city of Nexus about Isaya, a to-be-prominent Scavenger Lord of the region. Nexus is a large commercial traders’ city in the heart of the Scavenger Lands, a network of countries and city-states that have allied against the tyranny of the Realm, a militaristic empire of supermen that wants to rule everything. The Scavenger Lands is named so not only because the Realm calls its denizens hungry ghouls that seek to fatten themselves from corpses of its mercenaries, but because its independence from the Realm kept a lot of the First Age ruins intact… Hunters and adventurers who call themselves the Scavenger Lords make their living by raiding and reclaiming lost artifacts and wonders. Isaya is one of them.

Eh well, my brain is falling apart and I’ll stop talking. >_>

Gazing at the coordinated choreography of this emerald forest, danced with a thousand crystal woods and a storm of programmed butterflies, I breathe in the arcadia that was hidden deeply within my own heart and accept it.

This is what I feel.