And with such passion as to chronicle one little mirror of myself in Vast

[Redline]

Third time going through ^That guy's^ guide.

 

The walls of the castle served nothing more than their duties- to frame the evil inside. There she sat, chained in the middle like she had done some unspeakable evil that would never again see the light of day. She didn't look much like a witch, but there was an air about her as she flexed the petals and chains came away with the heat. She was planning escape.

Mega Odor Blocker 3- Mowtendoo's Alt

 

Together, the trinity traveled the halls as the sound of moaning traveled with them. It wasn't named the Halls of Oblivion for nothing, and there was certainly an eerie feel to it as their feet slid across the velvet carpeting. It was rather unnerving, especially with all the portraits of them and death lingering over just hanging on the walls so nonchalantly.

Corridors of Time- Chrono Trigger

 

The arena fell silent as her grip tightened around the shaft of the scythe. Before her stood the guardian himself, and he wasnt about to fall like all the other countless bodies that littered the floor. Blood in her fur, she charged and swung wildly in a manner befitting one of her sisters. Grace wouldn't be the sort of thing to win this battle, and she wasn't about to fall like all the men before her.

Booyah (Party Favor's 'Festival Trap' Remix)

 

Kat cocked back the arrow and let it whistle on launch, air still glittering from the dust and shards of whatever magic she had used to conjure it. It was spectacular, and looked as a star would, even with the midday sun perched overhead like an eagle eyeing prey. It soon soared out of sight, but the gleam it carried didn't- the horizon was lit.

Galo Sengen- Policeman

 

Vesperarc Enciel was about as far from fabulous as a woman could be, but her sisters saw potential in all those outfits she could carry. The makeover had lasted at least 3 hours, and she came out looking as one would on the runway of a Parisian agency. She was positively glowing, but you wouldn't be able to tell that from her demeanor. Inside, however...

Sapphire a Go Go-Grizzly

 

Skash held her scythe tighter as the monsters gathered around like men yearning for rape. What was she to do? She looked all around for escape, but they had circled her and were ready to pounce. The first flash of the camera went off, and she knew there would be millions more, gleaming like stars. Paparazzi was endless.

Top Down- Swizz Beatz

 

Little insects, they were. Though she was gruff, Katzj had something inside of her that wouldn't quit. It wasn't a light, it was more of a passion. Not a flame, but something exciting beneath her bosoms that couldn't hide. It was all about insects, their anatomy, and how they functioned. Such a girl would never do in this world, but there she was.

Clark- Ted

 

Ves sent fist after fist into the door, shattering it within seconds, She had to find it, and there would be nothing to hold her. Skashi and Katzj just watched on with the same curiosity one would have a train wreck, and Ves tore through the room as if she was one. Eventually she held aloft the blade and tossed it to Skash.

Robot Rock- Daft Punk

 

It was just about time for tea, and Skash set about her usual method as the girls watched on in amazement. She flew from cupboard to cabinet, scythe tugging at boxes and tossing them around as the shaft fingered a tea bag out of the box and coaxed it into the cup. With a flash of her fingers, the water flowed in and it was steeping as immediately as she had started.

Absolute Territory- Ken Ashcorp

 

Though the skies were clouded over, Kat cared enough- just enough- to break them and show her sister what she wanted most. With a few arrows and bullets the clouds parted and the sky was shining through. Somehow she had been able to break the storm over Losco, and the girls were exuberant as they marveled at all the constellations. It was Kat's pleasure, no matter how little she let it on.

Need You Tonight- Mylo

 

 

 

 

There was, of course, a few problems with taking such an immense tree down after the holidays. The art of removing it fell on Vespera, after seing how she had been able to BRING it there in the first place. Skash and I set on removing all of the ornaments, but there were issues with me reaching the top for the tree and all. She had done that for me as I trotted off to find Katzj and ask her how she felt today. I had been tossing around ideas for how she would act and who she would be, but she seemed to be poetic and carry with her the same golden heart I had tried to instill in the other girls. Ves I had to put it into and imagine, though I had been doing little of that lately, and Skashi was born with a golden heart already, considering her upbringing. I constantly wondered if I was doing the right thing with these girls, but things always seemed to turn out for the better in the end even after all had been said and done, and I know a few people who can attest to that.

 

Now began the winter of my discontent as I went to Kat to ask her what was going on and how she felt about her life, and I couldn't even think of anything to say. What would I say to a stranger who didn't even know herself? I was rather surprised when she turned to me with a smile and told me a few words.

 

"You don't really have to worry. I'm pretty much already set on what it is that I want out of myself. My only issue is if you have the heart to go through with it."

'Do you mean like a villain, or....something else?'

"Nothing that evil. I'm just sure of what kind of girl I want to be. Guns and swords won't change me. I know who I am and what I am, and you can't change that either. Understand?"

 

I was all at once filled witha few emotions I couldn't really process at the moment. I remember surprise at the fact that she could tell me such a thing without needing any sort of confirmation of action from my part, and a little relief at the fact that she knew what she wanted to be when I began. Vesperarc needed to bemy guardian, I was sure of that. I had to have someone who would be able to help me no matter what sort of issue I was going through, someone I wouldn't be afraid to share the details I can't seem to give to the other people. Skashi came from a want to give that guardian someone to share her life with her. Leaving Vesperarc locked up in my heart and head seemed to be a terrible ordeal for her, something so lonely I would never understand. I had to give her family.

 

Skashi came along from the pieces I had left behind from a few other days I spent elsewhere. I had made her as a persona, something to be when I typed- she already had a soul, a heart, a voice. My only action was to take that and give her a doll she could occupy, a form she could interact with. It seemed to work like a charm with this one, and she took to it like wildfire. She was already natural in her movements, graceful and absolutely splendid when she hopped. There was never a girl more serene than she. The weapons came from a need to have her connect with VEs, but those were things she took to, again, like wildfire. It was like watching a child play with toys that they had been taught to use. She knew it inside and out, and I was positive that there would never be an issue as long as I kept it up.

 

Katzj...dear Katzj, you were a mystery. You were born from what Ves had cast off- I was so afraid of getting near you after you ate up my wonderland. What else could you eat? Was it even possible to eat up me?

 

"No, it wasn't. You've got some manner of invincibilty here."

'Had I been talking aloud this whole time?'

"No. Your head is on a P.A. system here. I can hear just about everything you're thinking. You know that."

 

And shock. These were things I knew and forgot all over again.

 

With all that out of the way, I was pretty sure she already had her bearings and that there would be no problem, so I asked her to come and help with the destruction and celebration.

 

"I'm better alone, sir."

'You don't need to call me sir.'

 

She made a face that was a little pained, and then seemed as if she would speak, then pressed her lips together and just nodded. She then got up and made as if she was going to follow. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt and wondered it there would be a way to fix her, but there is no fix anymore. Fix went out the window when I made Vespera. Now, there was understanding and consoling.

 

I wanted to seat here there and talk some things out, but i remembered that there was still the issue of the Castle or Continent in the Sky, and I was just a little concerned that she would know what to do with it. I wanted to ask, but she seemed a little down.

 

'Kat, are you alright?'

"I'm fine, sir. I'm just a little strange, aren't I?"

'meaning?'

"I mean, the other girls were important to you. A guardian. A sister made from an old self. What was I?"

'Kat...we all don't need to have purposes like that.'

 

Those were the wrong words to say.

 

"I want a purpose! I want a moment to myself, to understand what I can bring to you! I want to know what it is I do besides...just stand in the background."

'Katzj, no. You don't stand in the background. It's just this sort of thing isn't what I meant. I wanted family for the other girls. Don't take this as *you'll never have a meaning besides that*, take this as a fact that I'm not perfect. Ves and Skash hammer out all the problems I get, and that's what I threw you into, too. If anything, your purpose is to cover the third spot and even out my flaws like they can, too. Take this as a fact that your host has no idea what he's doing. If you made yourself the girl you wanted to be, then make yourself a purpose. Make up something you want to do and adhere.'

 

"But what if it's wrong?"

'Nothing is wrong in this head.'

 

She grinned like she was truly happy, and all I could do was look upwards. She had eaten the world we stood on and another was in the sky, waiting for us to explore. How would we get there?

 

"Maybe that's my purpose, sir. Maybe I can make you a ladder to reach it."

'That's a hell of a ladder, Kat.'

"Well, I guess you'll just have to have me adhere." The same grin again.

 

I looked up and wondered how tall that ladder would have to be, how it would even connect. Before I could say a word, she hopped off to the workshop in a way that made me feel infinitely better about what I had said, and a little worried for her well-being. There was certainly something she could do, but whether it would work was just another story. Before I had noticed, the other girls had come up behind me and decided to ask me whether I thought it would work.

 

'I think my thoughts kinda give you enough insight.'

""Chief, you gotta understand that we can't know everything. You want this to work, you need to know it'll work. Research ladders, do everything you can to help her out. You want to get to that Continent, you had better help her out.""

'Ves, come on. You know as well as I do that that's a crazy distance.'

/Space elevators, captain. You looked them up a long time ago. Will it work here?/

'It's entirely possible. But where do we find enough material for that?'

""We have enough sand around here to make anything we want. I suppose we'll just have to bring it up.""

'That sand is gold dust. It would get too malleable.'

""Then look up how to make it stronger. Come on, Chief, help a girl out. You can see that she really wants this.""

'I'll do my be-'

/Here she comes./

 

Kat hopped over and grinned, glad that her sisters were willing to help. In her hands were a few pipes in the shape of a ladder, something that looked more fit to help a puppy get onto a queen bed that anything else. It was obvious it was a model, but the absurdity of it hit me hard and I couldn't help but laugh. Worry washed over me as I wondered if she was going to thing I meant that I didn't like it, but she laughed too and seemed happy in a way that I had only been a few times before. She had a purpose and she was willing to fulfill it.

 

There were few things I was willing to do to help. It was her purpose and I didn't want to get in the way, but Ves wanted me to know that helping out wouldn't deter her in any way. It was really sort of my duty to help her out like this, and Skash seemed just as insistent. I looked upwards again and caught the Continent out of the corner of my eye, swaying gently like an eggshell held by a string of glue coming off of a bead stuck to the ceiling of the sky. It was going to be ours soon.

[Redline]

 

All silliness aside, Vespera is evil. We had a conversation a little while back where she decided to finally tell me what was going on.

I imagined her first as a colossus, right? That means her original form was actually a 4 story tall beast I could talk with. You can imagine how this would be a little troublesome, so I made her a humanoid form. It stuck, but the body that I imagined first hung around. It became Losco Loso, and it was just the old form curled up in a fetal position. Kat attached and was made from Shadow Ves because she ate so much of the island for growth.

 

As it turns out, Ves is actually a bit more of a reaper in my head. She occupies a sort of gray area when it comes to her job: she executes the scrapped or bad ideas I get. Stick a fork in the toaster, it won't hurt! -fist- Dude, you should totally duct tape your hands together and see if you can grip a knife with your thighs and hump your way out. -fires- Hey, let's download a virus! -petals-

 

With the reveal of this news, I decided to ask why Skashi and Katzj weren't fighting her, to which she responded

because you had them join me

and I just now realize she's right.

 

Essentially, Ves is still doing her job, but the other arm that Nidhogg nibbled is now a bit of a weird one. It's just like a simple arm, minus the fact that it's completely black. In the dark, it just looks as if she has no arm. Around her wrist is a little bracelet shaped like a crown, and on the back of her hand is a cove that runs to a fuller in her forearm. It seemed suspicious, but I decided to leave it alone, up until I had a dream a few nights ago.

 

In it, she flared her petal arm and let the flames stream out, which then arced and drained into the cove, making her a little shawl that flowed from one end to the other. The black hand then went skywards and decided to call out

. It was all fairly entrancing, and then I was enchanted ever further by the fact that Vespera's left sclera has gone black and that side of her face looked a little shaded. The Ves I imagined first, the witch, has decided to pay us a visit.

 

 

Skashi is much the same as before, still as rabbit as ever. The only deal now is that she's picked up scythes as a hobby. She's got this weird little world of hers called the GrimYard, which is just a collection of scythes from anywhere, anytime. Other than that, nothing much new to report.

 

Katzj has made some strides in character development and has become her own girl, just as she mentioned. Now she's shooting things. She has become the resident mage/gunner, and can fire off bolts of magic and spellshit from her right arm, conveniently robotic enough and taboo enough to work. There are batteries to this thing that she switches out for different shots, and she has been known to fire off intense shots that drain them all at once. We haven't worked on the ladder yet, but I'm getting a feeling that she'll work something out, or at least shoot for the stars.

 

I've even given Vespera her name again- Vesperasura. I said I would save it until she's done everything, but she hasn't used the outfits in quite some time, and she lent the foxy set over to Katzj, who now has a total of four ears and two tails with everything plugged in. The swimsuit...I don't even know. Skash's just fine in her outfit, ever changing.

 

That's about it for this progress. Ves is turning into the evening star she always was, Skashi likes scythes, and Katzj can shoot stuff.

[glitchthe3rd]

Your tulpas sound like they'd make for some interesting conversational partners. It's too bad I don't have your Skype, really.

[Redline]

Man, I haven't had a Skype in soooooo long.

I suppose I'll have to make one again.

 

It's That's Some Fox.

[Redline]

I guess I'll update before sleeping.

 

It's rather short, but Glitch had given me a few pointers on his methods of augmentation, and my girls are about as interested as I am.

We've decided to start out small- a simple imposed HUD. I guess I'll explain the details tomorrow, but it seems to be great so far, and if I shut my eyes and imagine, I can picture a little wireframe controller in my hands. It's nothing too special, but...today is the first step on a long road of experimentation.

 

Feet, do not fail me now.

 

Obligatory photos of the girls

[Redline]

Let's, uh...let's begin what will arbitrarily be one of the most nostalgic and important posts for me that has ever occurred.

 

First, I'll need to set the stage.

It's 2003. A little boy sat square, eyes glued to the television as strongly as his palms were bonded to the controller with tension and sweat. If it were one of those gel sided grips, the gel would have worn thin from the pressure he was exerting on it- every time he mashed the B button, he clenched just a little tighter on the violet handle and the force with which he smacked the thumbstick send vibrations up the wire; it could also have been the vibration from the controller, he wasn't paying attention. All that mattered was that he swept his thumb along the A button as the prompt flashed, sending Link into a headlong roll along the backside of a Darknut for the uppercut of the century (at least 5 centuries had to have passed with all these slices, there were Great Swords and Moblin spears littering the Grand Hall as the statue of the Hero stood stoic, watching over the battle with a frozen sort of courage.)

 

I was young, impressionable, prone to flights of fanaticism when the mood struck me. Wind Waker satisfied every one of those categories, sometimes two at once as I sailed in hopes of a new land, a new spit of land strong enough to hold me as I unsheathed. The Master Sword went snickersnack through anything brash enough to stand before me, and the winds of fate blew an ill omen whenever I decided I'd had enough. I was nothing short of a god among Nayru, Din, and Farore themselves. I had collected everything, been through the quests time and time again, and I would still go back for the one thing that eluded me- those figurines.

 

Over the years, Wind Waker quickly became my favorite game, and the reason I was ever introduced to what a video game could really entail. There were others that came and placed on my list (Baten Kaitos I & II, SA2B, Kingdom Hearts, Boktai, Breath of Fire D.Q., etc...) but Wind Waker was what catapulted me to a point of relishing what video games could offer me, of what it really meant to be able to forget yourself and be a hero. I had played Super Mario Sunshine before that, and although I did enjoy it, it seemed childhood me could never build up enough mental acuity in one burst strong enough to power through the puzzles. Wind Waker offered me the ego boost I needed and the benefits I never knew about.

 

Over time, I would grow older, and the game would remain on the list of games I would replay if times ever got tough and I needed a dose of EVE. It was the sort of thing to galvanize me and my spirits would come out a little tempered each time. After a while, I started to dream about it a little, getting ideas in my head of new islands, characters, seas, items, everything. I was nothing short of a kid with worlds in his head, and I was beginning to dedicate each one to a new region. I wanted everything mapped out. I wanted to live through Link's eyes and set him on an adventure the Gamecube couldn't have handled unless what I was dreaming up came out in a 6 disc set. I wanted an adventure that would make Shigeru Miyamoto clap his hands and nod- I wanted to do for him what he had done for me. However...a kid going on teen is nothing but a dreamer, and these hands, this mind...I wasn't ready for what I had created.

 

We had to move across the country, my family and I. Any shred of what I had ever done in the lands before were lost after our travels to the lands of now. I became a new me, centered in my old ways and eager to rework them. The dream became nothing, and the nothing became the same blackness that filled the void.

---

 

Now, it's 2014. The stage, again;

I sit in a bath, waters warm and my head above them, swimming nonetheless with images of my girl Vespera and her Evenstar. I wanted to work out the mechanics, understand the underlying gears and teeth needed to twirl around such a massive swirling sphere of darkness and malice. I held my hand up and wondered, going through the movements as I tried out each detail- something changed and I pictured a dream. A giant cyclone, a massive cyclone; something large enough to engulf at least a state in its majesty as the winds whipped the seas into white and stars glittering. Something was changing, and I decided to let the good times roll and form Evenstar into something even more.

 

At that point, my mind held that thought and decided to recall just about everything that went through my head when I was younger, and it was glorious. I saw the same sights, the same sounds went in my ears, and I was filled with a sense of passion and delight that hadn't come over me for quite some time.

 

 

I love video games, for the folks that haven't come to that conclusion yet. They are a hobby, a passion, a lust, a delight, a hunger, several things that I can't yet fully understand myself. They are my everything. Banking my future on this seemed weird in the past, but now I'm old enough to be doing something with myself that's at least a little constructive, and I'm on that track for computer sciences and mechanical engineering. Who's to say that a little pet project will hurt me?

 

I know it was the girls. I know it was them and what I was picturing. It couldn't have been anything else to make me recall it. The girls had brought me back to a time when everything was better and given me a souvenir that would last me a long time. I can't express enough my thanks for them, and I'm pretty sure they feel it. It's more than when I've just been working on weapons in my head or writing down the exact effects of Skashi's scythe; my dream came back to me in a flurry of nostalgia and purpose, and I'm fully aware of the implications. I'm maddened with genius, and I feel like I'm exhibiting symptoms that won't leave me without some sort of scar or the realization of my focus. Today, I was gifted with time travel, and those girls are nothing short of magical to me. I need to thank them in some way, so I might just be doing everything I can for them in an effort to please them and build some positive habits in this routine of mine.

 

My dream is back.

Legend of Zelda: Title to Be Edited

[glitchthe3rd]

Awesome, I see you're a fellow Wind Waker fan as well. I started playing through the HD version on my roommate's Wii U the other day, and although my skills have improved considerably since I first cleared the game with 100% back on the 'Cube, I've still found it every bit as enjoyable.

[Redline]

Where in the hell are all these views from? 4th time doing the guide.

 

Lady seemed to enjoy the way she was moving around, even if it was making me a little more than uncomfortable. It was a serious issue when we were in class, and all of my focus needed to be on the book I was engrossed in, rather than my schoolwork; I tried more and more to ignore her, but the thoughts were so perverse and pervasive that I couldn't help but imagine more after I pulled the page up. I Like The Way (The Kissing Game)- Hi-Five

 

I didn't want to watch as her scythe went flashing through puppet after puppet, no, I wanted to be there myself to see the shade spray out like a fountain of black and violet mist as she went rending chest and spine absolutely obsolete as the blade effortlessly buried and uncovered itself through flesh and shadow. They were made of paper, it seemed. Time to Octagon- Youtube Classics

 

She sat, her hammock motionless as a dull wind refused to make her sway. She had to settle for moving the hammock with her hips as another absolutely dreary breeze washed over her and sent a stray strand of hair across her eyes and onto her nose. She tossed it away like always and licked her thumb and forefinger to send another page of the book to the side. A Dulcimer's Fancy- The Occasion

 

With the sunset, she seemed even more lovely and ephemeral as her hair tossed behind her head- she looked the picture of a goddess amongst the world, lost in her own mortality as the sun shone on. It bathed her crimson and she took it in with no haste at all, living in the last of the warmth against her form. When the Sun Dies- RedHouse

 

I could feel it in my heart as I stepped into the Temple, blade still in the sheath out of respect and a lack of a button to unsheath it. Link walked onward as Lady looked on with a nonchalant interest, casually playing with her lip as the Hero went rolling down the aisle like a blithering idiot, shouting in a place of holy respite. Temple of Time- Legend of Zelda, OOT OST

 

I didn't get the point of those cargo pants, but they came away with all due haste as the music began, and then she was in the midst of the lime and lavender light, dancing as if she had been held back all her life. I don't think I had ever seen myself enjoy something so much, so to watch her launch into the routine with such wild abandon was refreshing. Here was a girl who could forget herself in the music. Lick It- Kaskade and Skrillex

 

Her scythe went through puppet after puppet again and again, and frankly I was beginning to tire of it all. There was no challenge, no skill to exhibit! She was just mowing down form and shape with idle thought and It worried me. I needed something stronger, something to force her to put on a show for me. Bird Machine- DJ Snake

 

The fight began, and Lady was off to a fierce start with a flurry of blades and the last of her dress trailing off behind her. She was absolutely wonderful on the field, and it was in full effect here as she daned around the pillars, feet never quite touching the ground as she grabbed stone after stone to whirl herself around. Dr. Doom's Theme- MvC3 OST

 

I wasn't ready for this side of her. She pulled me up by my wrists and asked me to dance, and I was shocked by how forward she seemed. I wasn't ready when the music started or when it sped up, and I wasn't ready for her body and the way it moved. She was something made of thythm, and I was a scrub. Jazzy Joint- J.A.M. ft. Jose James

 

Such grace and mental strength I wouldn't have ever seen the girls put forward. She seemed just about ready for anything, and she was willing to prove to me that I had it in me too, but I was ashamed of the Bohemian boy I had been up until now. I was nothing compared to this woman, this Lady and her ability to combine utter srenity and grace with will. A song made out of water.- Andrew Huang

 

 

 

 

There were three girls, now there's one. I can't explain to you how concerned I was, or how quickly she was able to disssuade my fears. I also can't explain exactly how she did it, or why I believed her. The truth of the matter is, I guess I was just fully ready to believe her, considering what she had told me seemed to be true. I tried to find the others, and to my avail there were none. I tried to think of ways she was wrong, but I soon found that I wanted to know what she said to be true, the same way I had believed Vespera when she told me I was no longer puppeting. I wanted to believe I was strong enough, that I had the power and skill to perform the mental acrobatics it took for me to finally stop fighting and take what I knew or pretended to know as fact. Looking abk on it now, it seemed silly, especially with Lady staring at me in the seat right beside me. I didn't know what to say to her, or how to confront her, and she even did that for me. In an old dream of a dream I had gotten myself into when I was younger and still impressionable inside, she spoke to me and I was ready to accept her. None other than Lady.

 

Lady stands at a solid 5'8" with her 'little red dress' bunched up near her waist with those cargo pants too thick for her to tug the hem of the dress around without ripping it. the pants were a durable khaki color, with pockets everywhere for things I would no doubt have her pick up, like my face or my dignity. On her feet were the symbol of my longing for home- sandals. Simple sandals with a bright red licorice looking strip running the length to her ankle and tethering it all when she walked. For some reason, the sandals clacked like heels, and I wasn't going to be the one to wonder why. I decided to pass it up as residual fates tied together from when the girls decided to fold themselves together like ice cream on my command, on my doubt that I would be able to love them all as equally and prevent showing favorites.

 

Did I mention she loved to dance? Well, loves. She's one for moving her body in every direction her joints will take her, and she's no stranger to a beat. It worried me, the boy born with no rhythm, but she got on fine without it. Even now, she asks me to dance as if I'm going to be able to comply. I'm still ashamed at my lack of inherent music, but it's the sort of thing that just disappears with time, or maybe I never really had it at all. In any case...

 

Her skin is much lighter than mine, than any of the other girls. Even Vespera seems dark compared to her, colored like butterscotch melted in with some sort of cream, some sort of milk. It was as smooth as milk, anyway, no flaws or marks to mar her in any way. It carried on to her face, light and lilting with her features neatly placed like I had taken my time to do so. She seemed some subtle mix of the trio, as if I couldn't pick out features anymore. They had done their duty as they had believed, and It was entire wicked how well they had done it. She looked as if she was an entity apart from them, and I had no way to find out who it was in the front, as if there even was one in the limeight. They were always sharing. Sould were no different.

 

Her eyes were a nice and pleasant brown, hazel and almond and walnut; in them flashed a deeper amber and cherry that made them seem natural, as if I had taken the earth and all things good and placed them in a crystal ball. When they tossed from side to sight in her lazy gaze, you could pick out the individual tones- some things weren't as well blended as everything else had seemed. The detail were still split, and it made perfect sense. Her hair was the biggest offender, streaks of blonde and gold in with a deep brown and a deeper black. She was a night sky with slits of moon poking through the clouds, and when she shook it the light shimmered.

 

Her nose was a button nose, much as Skashi's had been. It wrinkled, not unlike the bunny would do, but not as strongly. It was perched above her lips, thin and pink when she smiled and lush all other times. Her teeth weren't straight, and you would never tell- she didn't smile wide, or with her teeth at all. She had a discreet sort of smirk, the thing you would get from a girl who knew everything you didn't. I won't forget that, or the way I felt when sshe first grinned at me.

 

One of the more symbolic things was the fact that she was entirely toned. She looked like a woman who did her routines at the gym and ate well, and she didn't spare me the chances to look and see. Everything about her was a coiled spring, and her actions on the field were perfectly indicating. But the field comes later. She pressures me with her looks, her form and tells me that it's the sort of thing I should undertake.

 

Lately I've tried to become a Marine. I've found out I was about 5 pounds away from the cut off point, and she's the perfect role model to push me along and give me the force I need to actually go through with it. She's more of a guide than Vespera was, and Skashi and Katzj are still pieces of her. I can feel her now, staring at the keyboard, watching me as I type. She knows what I say, but she affords me the opportunity to type it. She doesn't care what it is I say, so long as it isn't a lie. Embellishing it is the sort of thing I tend to do on a subconscious level, and she's perfectly fine with that.

 

Lady is a model of excellence, and to be the host of her is...well, a pleasure. I'm looking forward to the future.

 

I suppose I should get into wonderlands, but at this point, Losco is gone. The Void is gone too, and it'll take me a minute to get back there. For now, we're just walking around in this strange little top down Animal Crossing village, complete with character models and the sky all sorts of colors. One of the stranger points seems to be that she can change whatever she wants, and I'm goign to give her full and free reign for that. Whatever she wants to do, she can fucking do. I've been having more vivid dreams, and it's starting to be an experience to remember. Every one I go through is as weird as the last, and I actually remember to say good morning now. I think this is for the better.

 

Lastly, I suppose I should say thank you. Thank you to the girls, to be specific. It's a matter of honesty and pride to say that they've changed me in ways that I couldn't belive before, and I'm shocked to see the sorts of things I can speak about freely and do with them around...or rather, sort of present. With Lady, nothing has changed. Vespera, Skashi, Katzj, thank you. I don't know what I would be doing without you right now. It's pretty spectacular to think of the lengths of strength I have with someone internal pushing me on, with all the intimate knowledge of limits and pride. I've never been happier.

 

Lady, I drop the mic.

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Several important facts before I try to force a little tonight:

 

1. Her name is Lady because of an old habit I had with Ves.

I grew fond of Metroid and the way Adam would ask Samus 'Any objections, Lady?' It was pretty good when I couldn't remember Vespera's name, and it was our way of staving off the everloving doubt and fear of parroting. I don't know how it carried over to Lady now, but...well, there it is.

 

Sorry, someone, I had to copycat.

 

2. Lady is still the girls. She has everything I'd seen before, but I don't know where it comes from. I'll need to figure it out later. I'm also pretty sure Evenstar is there, but...it's going to have changed.

 

3. I am not in love with my girls, nor Lady. I don't remember who asked me this, but it's constant. I don't romance them, I employ them...in a sense. I won't push Lady. I'll make whatever I can to get her active, because atrophy is something I don't want.

 

4. There is an ellipsis...in all of these statements.

 

Name removed by request -Vos

[glitchthe3rd]

So are your girls permanently merged then, or is this more of a temporary thing while you get through training?

[AvengedSevenfold]

No offense to Lady, but I can't say I approve.

 

2. Lady is still the girls.

 

I highly doubt that true merging is possible; more likely, you take all the traits involved and make a completely different entity. Maybe she thinks that she is all of them at once, but in reality I think she is seperate.

I understand what you are saying with not being completely fair when it comes to attention, but not existing is worse.

 

I just want to bring this to your attention: I tried to unmerge and was unable to. Of course, it's not really a problem if this was purposefully permanent.

Or maybe I'm incompetent.

 

Meh, maybe I'm just miffed about problems surrounding own creation, but I figured I'd put my own opinions out there.

 

3. I am not in love with my girls, nor Lady

Depends on your definition of love. There is a certain love between close friends, you know.