Magnet

I am thankful for a father who watches horror movies with me and taught me how to build a computer from scratch.

I am thankful for a mother who loves sushi as much as I do and who taught me how to make chocoloate chip pecan cookies.

I am thankful for a sister who protected me from bullies as a child and who geeks out about comic books.

I am thankful for Robert and Jay and Shaun.

I am thankful for Zero and Maduin and Jean and Nessa and Reach and everyone who I've met since opening up this blog.

I am thankful that light exists even in the chaos of an unraveling life.

See you at the end of the tracks, zero. And don't worry. I'll have a creme soda with me like I promised.

Boarding's starting. See you then.

Power of Dream

Marble, table salt, green food coloring, cold water. Why does that work? Is it the marble? A precise balance of basic chemicals? The food coloring?

Would pink salt work, or does it have to be plain table salt? Can iodized salt work? What about other food colors? Does the water have to be cold, or will warm water work better?

It slows it temporarily. For a while, but not for good. A stopgap measure. It's good. I can't deny that. For now, I'll base my work for a cure off of what Robert's provided. Better to work with what we've got before striking out on my own. ...I just realized who I sound like with that. Jay'd probably laugh his ass off at little old me playing at scientist.

The only way to try this is to... to have no other choice. And it's risky to test it. One screw-up, one reversed effect, and someone's life is over because of me.

I don't want to think about that right now.

Koi wa Sensou

Cure. Can we really do it? Can I...? I think I can.

I'm not a mouse. Not blind. I came into this willingly, wanting to help someone. To help everyone. For being the younger sister, I sure act like I'm the older one, huh? ...Stupid, I know. But I'm not meek. Track record or not, I'll find a way. Some way. Something. Somehow.

I'm not sick any more. The cold is gone.

Ready to get to work.

Geigeki youi.

U.N. Owen Was Her?

I'd post something witty, but sadly, gentle readers, I've been laid up with a monster sickness the past few days. It just crept up on me and laid me real low. Coughing, stuffed-up head, sore throat, the works. It's been all I can do just to keep myself hydrated.

It happened after that time... actually, Sages, I got sick the day after that incident I told you about. (For the rest of you, that'll be in a later post. Suffice it to say, it was creepy.) I'll be all right. Probably just a cold; my father had it last week and he bounced back.

Now if you'll excuse me. I only got 4 hours of sleep last night and I'm dead on my feet. Until later.

Designated Legacy

Maduin. Zero. Me.

When I first met Robert, he called me Disciple. A disciple is a student, someone who learns and carries on teachings.

I am a Sage now. I have learned. And I'll keep learning as much as I can, to help all of you out there suffering from Its reach. Don't be afraid. We're here for you. Maduin and Zero and I.

There has to be a Warrior out there. A Warrior and a Hero. Not Zeke; he's the Mystic, and that title will remain his for as long as he stands against It. I want to say that maybe Evan is a Warrior, for his bravery in attacking It with a baseball bat. It's that kind of spirit... I admire those who spit in the face of doom and pummel it.

I'll keep looking. And if any of you can read this, can lend your aid, please say so. It's only together that we can overcome.

Let's make Robert and the others proud, shall we?

Sage

He's gone. Robert is gone. Off to do his duty.

Shaun hasn't spoken in a long time, so it's safe to assume that he's gone, too. Taken or on the run, I don't know. I hope he's still out there, running.


They're gone.

"And I find myself questioning all that I have done
And I'm trying to press the button to rewind
And I find myself whispering "There's more I could have done"
And I wish I had the option to rewind"

Frost

Getting cooler here. Summer's over now for sure. Fall. ...The 26th isn't that far away now. Wonder what I'll be doing that day. Probably the same thing as always: studying about CPUs and overclocking and virtual memory.

And two men will be in the air, flying on borrowed wings away from a threat that has no face and a name I won't speak. It exists. I believe what Robert and Shaun and Jay (God rest his soul) said. It exists. The thing in the suit that has no face.

And will It come to one of us, I wonder? It's stalking the guys. Who's to say It won't start pursuing one of the commentators next? ...Bah. I shouldn't think about that. Cross that bridge when and if it comes to that. If It comes to that.

...This is why I don't stay up late. Now you know.

Bloom

God damn it. Jay.

Jay.

You son of a bitch. Are you satisfied yet? All those people, all this misery. What do you want? Well? Answer if you can, whatever you are. Explain this!

Shouldn't be so angry. I know I shouldn't be asking these questions. That's just daring It to show up and terrify the crap out of me.

But It took Jay. It took him and It might take Zeke and Robert and Shaun and Damsel and...

I'm worried.

Common

It's sad when you don't have anything to say for a couple days. Sleeping pretty good, no weird dreams to speak of, no major events. That guy in the business suit showed up again to pick up another flier, only he was in a polo shirt this time. Guess he stopped by on his way to the golf resort.

Quiet as always. Gonna get some shut-eye and sleep on what Sage just posted about. Poor guys... I hope all of them get out of this all right. I know it's not likely, but... it never hurts to hope.