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[Feb. 13th, 2006|04:36 pm] |
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| |  irritated | ] |
I have become rather irritated lately. I hate this cursed snow.
We have not had much lately, but there was this terrible blizzard and now it's everywhere. I hate it. I hate it all. I hate this city, this weather, and above all, I hate my inability to do anything here. I have been reduced from a master assassin to a petty thief, stealing what I need to survive in this city from the crowds of people passing by me in the street. What happened to my teachings, my past? Has this nation really softened me as much as I fear?
Maybe I'm overreacting again. I'm simply letting this weather get to me. If only I had some way to vent my anger and frustration. But, alas, the sun is not as bright during these miserable winter months as I would like. I always have some sand with me, but it isn't nearly as empowering as during the summer or even the spring. All in due time, I suppose. Give me just one day when the sun shines brightly upon me and the beach is not covered in this cursed snow. Give me just one day, and I'll pity whichever creature comes closest to my war zone.
I hate New York. |
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| (OOC) Log! |
[Aug. 12th, 2005|05:25 pm] |
New in the news:
"This afternoon, an outbreak between two mutant customers ravaged a small café in Midtown.
Although no other customers or employees were severely injured, the building itself was heavily damaged. The café's large front window was shattered, resulting in minor scrapes and cuts to several customers. Tables and chairs in close vicinity to the window were splintered, shattered, or otherwise broken. A further assessment revealed that the café's internal piping system also sustained extensive damage.
Café employee Peggy Wisner, 16, called dispatchers soon after the outbreak began. (The camera switches to footage of a distraught teenage girl, with small cuts and abrasions across her face.) "It was scary," she admits, biting her lip. "One minute all of the customers' drinks started to rattle and shake, and the next, everything just...shattered." She shivers and adds in a disturbed voice, "And then those two /mutants/ started fighting in the street, so I called the cops."
Wisner is currently unavailable for further comment, and has been admitted to Lennox Hill Hospital for trauma and minor cuts suffered during the accident. She did, however, offer descriptions of the two mutants. One is a dark-haired teenage boy with an English accent, who fled the scene by skateboard; the other was a long-haired woman of Egyptian descent, assumedly in her mid-twenty's.
Comments one officer who arrived on the scene, "It was (expletive word deleted) weird, man. One minute the woman was just walking away, the next...she turned into this freaky sand-covered demon thing, with wings and a weird-lookin' head-like some kind of bird, or something." The officer's identity is not being revealed, and prefers to remain anonymous.
Further investigation is underway, and the case has been transferred to NYPD's Mutant Affairs department."
( 'And you think that everyone else is to blame. You're part of the problem. Of course.' (Dave, Sabitha) )
An...interesting read, to say the least. Brief cameo from Sabitha, who had to leave early on due to RL constraints. Rated R for language, and violence. Thanks to Dave for the fun. ^_^ |
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| Redoubling my efforts? |
[Aug. 10th, 2005|02:03 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | shaw | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | enraged | ] |
I cannot believe the sheer audacity of that man.
It was a...friendly enough conversation, I suppose. At least, in the sense that we were two people discussing life over a mild drink in a typical cafe, asking questions and the like. Except for the fact that I was sent here to kill people like him, and once again I did nothing about it. He didn't even belive me.
But, then, no one in this wretched city does, I suppose. If I were just another New Yorker, and I saw myself making such empty threats like I have, I would believe myself to be a psychotic lunatic.
Perhaps that is all I am: a raving foreign lunatic, whose mind has been ruined by delusions of grandeur and whose extraordinary powers go unwasted by apathy and a lack of confidence.
I still think I should've killed him. Perhaps, in death, he would see that my threats are not so idle, and that--even though I am just a woman--I am not as weak, as crazy, as I appear. Perhaps.
'And the gods have sent you here to please me?' (Shaw)'
In which Auset--'Tara'--has a random conversation with a fellow cafe patron, and realizes that she needs to work on her 'resume' if she intends to appear less psychotic. Thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) xmm_shaw for a great scene, and for editing and posting the log! |
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| Taking the world by storm. |
[Aug. 8th, 2005|08:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
(As always, this is written ICly in Auset's private, offline journal. In Egyptian.)
The time is now. It is perfect, in absolutely every way. I have trained in secret this last year, adjusting myself to secretly fit into this wretched American society. I have studied these New Yorkers, and I now lack the blinding ignorance I possessed when I first came here. I may still stick out in a crowd because of my skin and accent, but in a city like this, that is hardly worth worrying about. The summer is not quite finished--August has only begun, and the hottest days are still around the corner.
And yet, I hesitate.
Perhaps it is because I have allowed myself to soften over the years. It has been almost a year since my last kill, although that one hardly counted. That was a time when I was desperate for survival, and I needed the 'cash', as they call it.
I have reevaluated my goals, and my ambitions. I think I have finally realized that I lack the initiative, the courage, to take action on my own. Perhaps, if I had orders or support from a third-party faction or organization, I would not feel so isolated and useless. There are so many targets...it would be such a chore, without some assistance. Or, perhaps it is because I no longer see the point in murdering thousands upon thousands of helpless strangers. Maybe I should narrow down my list. Alas, it is so hard being an assassin without guidance.
I have much to think about.
Yes, I have returned from the depths of idle-reapage! Expect to see more of me around. Also, on a random note, I think I finally found a face for my character--Ruby, an (apparently) famous Egyptian singer. Woohoo. Working on the icons now. ^_^ |
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| It's a small word after all... |
[Nov. 22nd, 2004|05:38 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | forge | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | aggravated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Inconceivable" - Napalm Death | ] |
Opinions are somewhat blurred in conception
Passive thoughts become impassive obsessions
And I find I have the ability...
To manipulate those gullible to my persuasion
With deceitful words and actions
Channelled into one dimensional emotions
This is rather irritating. I have met and frequented upon this man Forge so many times in this gods-forsaken city, I am beginning to wonder if there really are as many people living in this city as they say. How else could I run into this man again, and again, and again?!
The only other possibility I can think of is that the Egyptian god of Chance somehow means for me to interact with this...Forge...in some way or another. Perhaps, it is part of Ra's divine plan to help me conquer this cursed land, that I learn something important by spending time with him. Maybe...maybe he knows about something I can use. I have yet to see him interact with others; he is always alone, doing some random thing by himself. The next time I see him, perhaps I will follow him...see where he goes. Maybe he is part of something I have yet to witness for myself.
...Bah! I am doing it again! I cannot allow myself to get so paranoid. Just because this man is alone when I am with him does not mean he is with others when I don't. I cannot create a plan based on information I do not know; I must develop a different, crafty plot that will allow me to extract information from him against, or even by means of, his free will.
Of course, I could always just torture him. I haven't tried that yet. It would be very interesting. I haven't made someone painfully squirm in...well, at least a full year.
( Playing mind games with Forge again. )
OOC: Thanks again to Forge for a great scene! I thoroughly enjoyed it. ;-) |
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| A change in the turn of events. |
[Nov. 21st, 2004|10:26 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | yalena | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Good Thoughts, Bad Thoughts" - Funkadelic | ] |
Every thought felt as true
Or allowed to be accepted as true by your conscious mind
Take roots in your subconscious
Blossoms sooner or later into an act
And bears its own fruit
Good thoughts bring forth good fruit
I nearly lost it tonight. I can't believe myself...
After all my hard work to escape my pursuers in Egypt and travel here to these "United States" alone, I cannot believe that I would risk my cover, my alias, to simply ask some girl about her dark glasses! Just because I was intrigued by her to desire to block out sunlight--simply because I myself can take advantage of its mighty power!
That someone would block out the radiant power, the might of Ra...I never understood that desire for people to wear these "sunglasses". But, perhaps, I have learned something more important about myself this evening. I have learned that I must double my efforts; I have, it would appear, lost my vigilance of late. I am still upset with myself that I could lose my edge, and fail to make the first move during the summer, at the peak of my power. I even had the location determined--that beach was perfect. But now, I fear it is too late. Perhaps I should risk it anyway, despite the threat of this wretched "snow" I have studied about, and the lack of sun during this cold season.
Either way, I have not yielded to this "American might." I will not fail Ra, nor Auset--the one after whom I am truly named. I will not fail!
( A short coffee chat. (Yalena) )
(Edit) OOC: I suppose it would help if I actually post the log, wouldn't it? Hehe...there we go. |
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| Dress rehearsal by the beach. |
[Aug. 22nd, 2004|07:11 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | forge | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  energetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Till Victory' - Patti Smith | ] |
After a bit of scouting, I managed to find the perfect location for my first deed as the Hand of Ra's weapon of destruction. It is a beach on the Atlantic ocean, surrounded by a sea of sand only a few miles from the city, on a piece of land known as Coney Island. It is a prime location, and I spent several hours there today practicing my skills by the water.
Near the end, I found Forge again. That man is plaguing my waking moments; I seem to find him everywhere. Perhaps it is Anuke, the Goddess of War, teasing me, tempting me to kill the man. Personally, I really do not care whether or not he knows of my plans. Perhaps he will spread my words to others that have the power to oppose me...I hope he does. It would make this that much more interesting.
After enough practice, I have figured out a way to impact the sand I affect even after I leave. By forcing the sand particles together, I can make them stay as firm and sharp as natural crystal, although I suspect it is not permanent. Moisture and such can seep within the cracks of the crystals, forcing them apart. Still, it is good to know I can still find new ways to apply my powers after nearly two decades of using them.
I am growing anxious of the first event, but I must not be too rash. Forge has warned me about opposing forces; perhaps I must seek out an ally or helpful organization that can aid me on my quest. Other mutants, I have decided, do not necessarily deserve to die, if they would be useful to my cause. We shall see.
( Practice makes perfect. ) |
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| It draws closer. |
[Aug. 12th, 2004|10:55 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | forge | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | angry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Haunted' - Evanescence | ] |
Soon. Soon the time will come for my plan to begin, and the world will know my wrath. The unveiling of my name will come with the blood of my first victim.
That man...Forge, he says his name is. I hope his skin crawls and his blood runs cold when he has the first one hundred deaths on his hands, on his conscience. Even if he has nothing to do with them. I hope he feels guilty when he finds my sincere promises to end the Western civilization are not hollow threats, and that he had not passed me off as a raving lunatic.
...If only I did not care so much about what others thought. He is a simple man. I do not even know if he is a human or, as the Westerners here refer to a gited one such as myself, "mutant". But I understand now that I don't care. Either way, he will soon die himself for what he's done to humiliate me and the Gods before him. His blasphemy will not go unpunished. Or...perhaps I will let him live. Torture him, maybe, slowly kill him as others around him perish for his arrogant ignorance. Either way, in the name of Ra, his blood will run. Even if I cannot manage to kill him yet, I swear he will feel my wrath, and he shall know pain.
I must make my first move, before the summer fades. With the strength of the sun, I can do anything. Also, I discovered today, despite my constant doubt at its existence, sand in the ocean. I cannot believe that a body of water as large as this could be safeguarding another ocean: an ocean of sand, of the driving force behind my purpose. Yes...perhaps the first shall be at the beach. By the ocean, with the sun shining. No matter. In the end, I will make the ocean run red with the sinners' blood. They shall all pay for their crimes against Ra and my Gods. Soon...yes, soon.
...But, alas. If only he would believe me. Then revenge would be so much sweeter.
( A mere taste of what shall soon come. (Forge) ) |
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| Ho hrmm... |
[Aug. 12th, 2004|10:21 am] |
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| |  accomplished | ] |
Well, I finally took the initiative to update my alt's LJ. o_O I've got some interesting things planned for her, if I ever take the next step and actually RP again. Doh.
I managed to find some pictures and make a few icons, although they're not fantastic. The hardest part is finding a picture of someone who even looks part Egyptian. I only found one, so I had to rely on some anime pictures for the rest. I know it's lame, but hey, that's how I envisioned her anyway. So...myeh.
From now on, unless specifically mentioned otherwise, all posts on this LJ are considered IC and ICly private. Because they're part of a journal/notebook Auset has begun to write in, as of now she is still unwilling to use a computer.
For anyone interested, I'd still like to RP as Auset, so...if you're reading this and interested in some RP, let me know. :-) Or at least let some of the other XMM'ers with LJs know this one exists. ;-) |
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| The real fun begins. |
[Mar. 5th, 2004|10:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  mischievous | ] |
I have to say that was one of my more enjoyable scenes, only because it was my first IC fight and all as any XMM character. Yay! Check it out for a log of what happened between Auset, Sophie, Forge, Feral, and Dimitri in Central Park. A very enjoyable read!
( Central Park 'scuffle' ) |
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| Log with Forge |
[Feb. 2nd, 2004|06:43 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | forge | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Bad' - Michael Jackson | ] |
Whoops...Auset went and hurt Forge again. Hehe... o_O Feel bad for him, really...And, since I got kicked off the comp soon into the scene, we couldn't really do anything fantastic. Forge, I'm still hoping to expand upon this scene sometime...just thought I'd post it before I completely forget.
( Poor Forge... ) |
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| Thanks, Forge. |
[Jan. 29th, 2004|05:08 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | forge | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | pleased | ] |
Forge and I had a great scene. In fact, it was the first scene I've ever done as Auset, so I was quite excited. As I OOCly mentioned to Forge at the beginning, if you RP with Auset in the next few weeks, I might not be extremely awesome. Although Forge said I did very well. Still, it's hard to play a dominating Egyptian woman! :-P Anyway, also thanks to Forge as he's already gone and put the log on his site. Go over to xmm_forge's LJ for the log. I'm looking forward to some fun opportunities with this character! Watch out. ;-) |
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| Testing, testing... |
[Jan. 26th, 2004|08:43 pm] |
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| | accomplished | ] |
Hello! This is the OOC journal for Auset, an original character on the X-Men MUCK online roleplaying game.
Just to let you know, and to clarify: unless specified otherwise, this is strictly an OOC journal. This is mostly because, due to her strict upbringing, Auset believes advanced technology to be the bane of mankind's existence. Unless she comes to believe otherwise, or she learns how useful technology can be to help her devious plan, she won't learn how to use one. So there. ^_^
Also, could someone please help me find some good pictures of a beautiful Egyptian woman? I'm a little low on resources here for Egyptian characters. ;-) |
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