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capeandcowllogs2011-05-02 05:29 pm
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The Ballad of a Teacher and Pupil
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unastregadoro and lyingbrat
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: Backdated to the 27th
WARNINGS: Er, illusory shenanigans that'll probably get out of hand, uu?
SUMMARY: Beatrice teaches Lyra how to control animals with the power of ~illusion~
FORMAT: Quicklog, uu
[It was a shining spring day. A time of renewal, of starting anew.
Beatrice grinned to herself. She'd been stuck in a rut for the past month and a half, tormented by guilt over what happened to Bakura and the Major's involvement in such. How she, out of selfishness, allowed Bakura to die to begin with, allowed Alastair to run amok, and allowed the Major to manipulate all that to his advantage. It was one of the scant times in which...she actually showed that she had a heart, or at least some remnant of one, after all these years. After all the power and status she had attained.
But that was no more. She had more important things to concentrate on. She had it all squared out. She could still play her game with the Major. She could protect Bakura and prevent Alastair from being reckless.
And most importantly, she could finally focus on her erstwhile pupil, Lyra. The girl reminded her of herself when she was young----carefree, willful, inqusitive, and hungering to learn more.
She thought back to her mentor, Virigilia, and chuckled to herself. Had their positions been somehow reversed...?
...Ironic, indeed.]
unastregadoro and lyingbrat WHERE: The Park
WHEN: Backdated to the 27th
WARNINGS: Er, illusory shenanigans that'll probably get out of hand, uu?
SUMMARY: Beatrice teaches Lyra how to control animals with the power of ~illusion~
FORMAT: Quicklog, uu
[It was a shining spring day. A time of renewal, of starting anew.
Beatrice grinned to herself. She'd been stuck in a rut for the past month and a half, tormented by guilt over what happened to Bakura and the Major's involvement in such. How she, out of selfishness, allowed Bakura to die to begin with, allowed Alastair to run amok, and allowed the Major to manipulate all that to his advantage. It was one of the scant times in which...she actually showed that she had a heart, or at least some remnant of one, after all these years. After all the power and status she had attained.
But that was no more. She had more important things to concentrate on. She had it all squared out. She could still play her game with the Major. She could protect Bakura and prevent Alastair from being reckless.
And most importantly, she could finally focus on her erstwhile pupil, Lyra. The girl reminded her of herself when she was young----carefree, willful, inqusitive, and hungering to learn more.
She thought back to her mentor, Virigilia, and chuckled to herself. Had their positions been somehow reversed...?
...Ironic, indeed.]