If death be the only punishment she inflicts upon those who oppose Allison, let them count themselves lucky. For there is a great Void where boundless devils roam, and they are ever so hungry…
Just to keep you up at night, I’m sure. Why am I writting a response to this at all? It’s been over 4 years. There’s no way you’re gonna see this Lady of Owls. Like, why did I challenge anyone to figure out the remainder of my name (even though “That Dream of Adam Thret” sounds like it’s enough, it reall6 isn’t btw. I figured out tge back 2/3 and the first 1/3 was mind blowing when I saw what I had to do.) Whatever, i’m to tired ro explain why I had to respond to an owl lady asking why something is being done to her… keeping her up at night… alright I’m done. But you gotta admit that’s pretty funny; a huge rambling response to a rhetorical question not even posed to me. Come on- that’s funny
I wouldn’t say it’s funny, no, but I can’t say I don’t understand it. I’m here too, two years too late, responding to a comment long forgotten by it’s author. People don’t do this kind of thing unless they’re either foolish enough to expect a response, or foolish enough to make a habit of talking to themselves.
I am impressed with your ability notice what lies hidden in the Johari window. A healer’s skill. I too wonder where the heir acquired her defensive empathy.
a lie works in much the same way, only the longer you take to weave the more likely it is to unravel.
=//=
WRITERS TAKE NOTE, PUBLISH WITH HASTE LEST YOUR TALES BE LOST.
This page confirms what I thought. Cio once was a powerful ebon demon. But demons rise and fall, rise and fall, for eternity is a burden that allows corruption of the selves.
Oh, True King Allison ! Your path is so bright, who could march longside with you ?
Oh, True King Allison ! Solitude will be your curse, for with great powers come jealousy of the others.
Oh, True King Allison ! Struggle, struggle, and reach heaven through violence !
Struggle and Want, Pree Alison! Rage against the dying of the light! Your head is full, but your stomach and your heart are empty! Fill it, or die trying!
Such is the fate of Aesma’s children! Such is their Destiny! Struggle and Want, Pree Alison, that you might achieve yours!
allison’s insightfullness betrays her strumpetuous mask.
=//=
THE MIND IS THE SHARPEST TOOL, FOLLOWED BY THE PEN, THE BLADE AND, BLUNTEST OF ALL, THE HEART.
Never thought this heiress would go the way of the bare fisted monk. Then again she may realize after a while she forgot her tolls of conquest and she really does need her blue devil friend if she wants to make it but will try to fake cause you really can’t just go back after that for no reason.
When I saw my Practor for the last time, he told me of a wine press he had stored in his cellar. This press, he said, had been for days upon days the audience of his lecturing. It had heard all his knowledge, known and unknown, the many lies he made, and the few truths he’d found, more than ever he had revealed to me. I sat in wonder that a wine press might be made so wise.
“Why,” I asked, “have you done this thing, Practor? Why would you make a press a greater disciple than I?” And he told me “You are a mind. A mind may be turned many ways, and cascade through the depths and heights of the Wheel and lose it’s purpose to it’s own lies. But a press, you see, can only be turned two ways.”
With this, he left me. Days later I wandered the campus, but no one believed the story of his face, the truth of his deeds. I alone knew him for true, and even then only with pain and confusion.
I know now why he was gone. He’d made a liar of the press. And the press had made a lie of him. His meddlesome heart had seen the press and though it an easy thrall.
Let us face it, Allison is Cio’s only friend. When your friend is rising to his/her true potential, it is difficult to bring them back down to who they were regardless that it is what they desire. They do not see themselves from your perspective, and they cannot see exactly what they are becoming and what that means for themselves and the world. Is that not real story of any great legend? Not just the legend, but the friend who never gave up on them?
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More than mask and name alone
Have bound this fallen devil’s will.
For a sorceress that she sees as kin,
How many will she kill?
If death be the only punishment she inflicts upon those who oppose Allison, let them count themselves lucky. For there is a great Void where boundless devils roam, and they are ever so hungry…
So Far and Far and Far Away
The Demon goes to Write the Tale
In telling this in such a Way
To put it in the Mail.
Why must you do this to me Abaddon?
Just to keep you up at night, I’m sure. Why am I writting a response to this at all? It’s been over 4 years. There’s no way you’re gonna see this Lady of Owls. Like, why did I challenge anyone to figure out the remainder of my name (even though “That Dream of Adam Thret” sounds like it’s enough, it reall6 isn’t btw. I figured out tge back 2/3 and the first 1/3 was mind blowing when I saw what I had to do.) Whatever, i’m to tired ro explain why I had to respond to an owl lady asking why something is being done to her… keeping her up at night… alright I’m done. But you gotta admit that’s pretty funny; a huge rambling response to a rhetorical question not even posed to me. Come on- that’s funny
I think you’re funny.
But it’s no challenge to read my name.
But a greater struggle to believe it, Pikki the Liar.
I wouldn’t say it’s funny, no, but I can’t say I don’t understand it. I’m here too, two years too late, responding to a comment long forgotten by it’s author. People don’t do this kind of thing unless they’re either foolish enough to expect a response, or foolish enough to make a habit of talking to themselves.
And I am, above all things, a fool.
Ah, knowing how to spot someone wants something from you…
A useful skill; but much like being able to cry without making a noise or being seen, one with a sad story in it’s negative spaces.
I am impressed with your ability notice what lies hidden in the Johari window. A healer’s skill. I too wonder where the heir acquired her defensive empathy.
Trade in information is not so different from other goods.
The longer it takes you to procure, the more likely your buyer is to walk away from the deal.
But just like any other good, the best and rarest stuff take time to find.
Even in YISUN’s theology of want and destruction, there is room for patience.
a lie works in much the same way, only the longer you take to weave the more likely it is to unravel.
=//=
WRITERS TAKE NOTE, PUBLISH WITH HASTE LEST YOUR TALES BE LOST.
‘Perilous slattern’?! Where I come from that’s an ass-whuppin’
No sword….
Camilla: (Terrified, aside to Cassilda.) No sword? No sword!
I wonder if one of Cio’s names changed her to become nicer. I suppose it’s either that or genuine character development.
Her key seems to be flaring more. I look forward to seeing it burn at full force.
And off she goes, unaided, and unarmed, into the Great Wild Beyond. True tests await.
This page confirms what I thought. Cio once was a powerful ebon demon. But demons rise and fall, rise and fall, for eternity is a burden that allows corruption of the selves.
Oh, True King Allison ! Your path is so bright, who could march longside with you ?
Oh, True King Allison ! Solitude will be your curse, for with great powers come jealousy of the others.
Oh, True King Allison ! Struggle, struggle, and reach heaven through violence !
Struggle and Want, Pree Alison! Rage against the dying of the light! Your head is full, but your stomach and your heart are empty! Fill it, or die trying!
Such is the fate of Aesma’s children! Such is their Destiny! Struggle and Want, Pree Alison, that you might achieve yours!
You left your sword behind, blunderbrains.
Weapons search at the palace door?
I highly doubt she will need it, though she’ll probably want it at least a bit. She is, after all, alarmingly strong.
allison’s insightfullness betrays her strumpetuous mask.
=//=
THE MIND IS THE SHARPEST TOOL, FOLLOWED BY THE PEN, THE BLADE AND, BLUNTEST OF ALL, THE HEART.
Ah yes, the Heart. Truly a powerful weapon, and also a delicious snack.
I once met a man who used his own cardiovascular system as a Flail. It was an eye opener-… It still makes me wonder at the possibilities.
Such are the consequences when you cease to observe your target, blue devil. Face your eyes not upward but forward.
Never thought this heiress would go the way of the bare fisted monk. Then again she may realize after a while she forgot her tolls of conquest and she really does need her blue devil friend if she wants to make it but will try to fake cause you really can’t just go back after that for no reason.
When I saw my Practor for the last time, he told me of a wine press he had stored in his cellar. This press, he said, had been for days upon days the audience of his lecturing. It had heard all his knowledge, known and unknown, the many lies he made, and the few truths he’d found, more than ever he had revealed to me. I sat in wonder that a wine press might be made so wise.
“Why,” I asked, “have you done this thing, Practor? Why would you make a press a greater disciple than I?” And he told me “You are a mind. A mind may be turned many ways, and cascade through the depths and heights of the Wheel and lose it’s purpose to it’s own lies. But a press, you see, can only be turned two ways.”
With this, he left me. Days later I wandered the campus, but no one believed the story of his face, the truth of his deeds. I alone knew him for true, and even then only with pain and confusion.
I know now why he was gone. He’d made a liar of the press. And the press had made a lie of him. His meddlesome heart had seen the press and though it an easy thrall.
I know now my Practor was not so wise.
Well, she’s a fanfiction writer, right?
So, I’m guessing she’s started to actually [i]like[/i] Allison. After all, you need to be a fan before you can write fanfiction.
That’s just a fallacy, even satire is a form of fanfiction, one that completely ridicules its source material.
Must be difficult to explain oneself when you aren’t thyself.
Let us face it, Allison is Cio’s only friend. When your friend is rising to his/her true potential, it is difficult to bring them back down to who they were regardless that it is what they desire. They do not see themselves from your perspective, and they cannot see exactly what they are becoming and what that means for themselves and the world. Is that not real story of any great legend? Not just the legend, but the friend who never gave up on them?
So I just noticed that this whole thing could be titled “Allison Wander Land”. I’m sure it’s a coincidence…
Is Incubus actually an incarnation of David Bowie? I must know!
Increasingly unsettled by how attractive I find Cio.
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