fay's legacy.. ^.-, rp-dream journal.. Options

[DivA]

journal entry 1 – fay’s rapture

It is morning, a brisk morning upon the surface of Ragol; my task is successful thus far, managing to unlock the security protocols that divided the once beautiful forest. I have this to report, it is unusual for creatures of this size & ferocity to rule these woods ~ especially since this shift in transformation is documented as recent.

Since you are assigned to me, dear MAG ~ I’ll introduce myself; I am fay, Hunewearl at your service – newly initiated to the line of hunters for hire. Oh, you like that name? Thank you. ;) Here, have a monomate…Indeed, I believe we’ll get along & once you hatch, I’ll think of a proper name to address you by.

Ahem, well – back to the journal…One thing I should note for reference – Rico. This is unusual, while official records indicate her to be presumed MIA, there are markers purposely placed upon key spots of the area I’m investigating – markers recognizable only by hunters, a key signature…Hearing several of her entries made me realize that she’s on to something, that much I’m certain. Call it a hunch, but I think she found whatever caused the former Pioneer’s demise. She found it, & perhaps “It” decided not to let her go; or perhaps ultimately destroyed her. Well, she’s known for being skilled as a hunter ~ I’ll wager she’s a smart girl, I’m sure death would be an amusement to her eyes.

Ah, there be more boomas approaching! Until then…I am no one’s lunch – time to enjoy the rapture of their end.

~fay

[DivA]

journal entry 2 ~ intuition

Unusual ~ this adventure is becoming more complex than originally thought, but it’s the very challenge I seek ~ to prove my worth & measure as a hunter. Kit, please be a dear & record the following; I make preparations for what appears to be a potential gate beyond the forests. I know not what lies beyond, so I best be prepared.

I stand at the items shop at Pioneer 2. I never considered - here i stand, purchasing the necessary items & reagents to sustain myself for the pitfalls of the unknown. Rule #1 of the hunter’s manual ~ to venture unprepared is suicide. A thought crosses my mind ~ who remembers the works of a hunter; beyond secured channels, who cares of our existence? Sometimes i wonder if our way is worth living, perhaps it’s not; then I think of the thrill, the fierce beauty of being in the midst of battle ~ the fire of chaos against foes that stand in my way, a pleasure only hunters could possibly know & appreciate at intimate levels...Perhaps this is the element that brings us back, an addiction that feels too wonderful to resist; even if it be the lonely way.

I yearn for this, willingly - I have never desired to fit-in, doing anything else...Am I a misfit? No worries, dear Kit ~ I know, the merchants think I’m mad for speaking aloud; let them think what they will...I do not care, let us return to Ragol, there is a gate that we must cross. Courage my MAG, perhaps it’s nothing more than the entrance to new found lands & one step closer to finding Rico; then again, i cannot help but sense there is a great obstacle that intends to block us.

Call it a HU’s intuition; either way ~ we shall be ready.

~fay