I was hoping this was some sort of joke, but evidently it isn't. I don't know what I'll use this thing for, now, but perhaps that's the least of my concerns at present time.

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And I hope it kills you.

Current Mood: guilty to self-righteous

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Did you Did

There was nothing said of anyone remotely resembling the princess in the capital. As for Sir Alistair, there was some talk of someone loosely fitting his description, but as nothing about him particularly stands out, aside from his uniform that he very likely is not wearing, there is nothing solid to be established.

Current Mood: blah

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I [pause] Forget it.

It's a load of [pause, hesitant] -- a load of complete and utter [Kalrian] crap [Common] that's what it is. The Captain's right. There's no proof at all. Anyone could pick up a pen and write. Anyone could lie. It's just writing, can't he see that.

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Am I not meant to be

Am I not

Forget it.

Just come back. You'd know what to do. You're the clever one. I'm just It's not magic. As if. As if. Not even children believe in magic and I'm a man grown. What's so magical about it now, Margaret? Sir Alistair woke up. It wasn't a deep sleep. He was just drugged. The stories are just stories and I don't believe. I doubt that it's truly the princess but what is anything I think worth? But if it is-- if I'm wrong-- isn't that proof? That nothing about this is magical after all? It's been a month, Margaret, it's not amusing-- you're not amusing and it appears Sir Korran has taken an interest in what I'm scribbling so furiously about. Don't smile like that. It's disgusting.

And some people should mind their own business. Who taught him his manners? A dog?

Current Mood: frustrated

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I hardly think Sir Brutus has any right to call me "challenged" in anything. But at any rate, I'm quite surprised he knows the word "vertically". It's four whole syllables, after all.

Current Mood: aggravated

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Valerian could figure it out.

Current Mood: crappy

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Sir Alistair is ... He won't wake. The doctors think it could be some sort of poison-- Isene's Tears has an effect on people that causes this effect, but it's extremely rare and merchants in the capital certainly wouldn't have any. But otherwise ...

I dislike whores greatly

Just because you can call yourself a serving girl doesn't mean anything, truly.

I'm onto you


Hmph.

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It's been over a week and she's still

Or maybe they're just not




I'm an idiot.

The knights are going out drinking tonight, aren't they.

This is just ridiculous.

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Nice weather.

Current Mood: fsdjkfhsdkfdsfdsfds

I'd like to know what part of me makes anyone think I would be interested in judging a "pissing contest".

Current Mood: annoyed

It's been a week

Current Mood: worried

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That


Ugh.

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There are rumours of there being ghosts in the west wing. I do wish people would stop making up stories to amuse themselves.

Current Mood: livid

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This had better work. It worked when I

At least, I think it did. It had better...

She's still missing. It's getting positively stupid. They simply aren't looking hard enough. Perhaps she's only

It's one of her games, I'm sure of it, she'll go home laughing and smiling and "Look, look, I fooled everyone!" and

It's only been three days.

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Perhaps I was a little fierce towards Sir Camdyn in that spar, but he had no right.

Current Mood: blah

... hm.

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This is experimental. It would be appreciated if all those who can read this would respond.

They still can't find her. It's beginning to get ridiculous, the things that they're claiming. She wouldn't have ... -- She just isn't like that. I know her better than anyone. I

...

Is this some sort of joke? I could do without it, at the moment.

Current Mood: frustrated