Seems like we’re all returning back to who we used to be-or at the least, meeting up with them again. I might as well throw in my own thoughts on the matter.

I used to hate myself. Absolutely, utterly, with all the bitterness one gives their worst enemy. I judged the past based on the fragments of a life I saw, devoid of context, of reason. The past and the future continuously clashed, and I had no clue of how to comprehend it. In blindness, I began to hate, and turned my back fully upon that one I saw, the one who did horrible things and was nothing but an alien to my view. Viewed over time, it was perhaps the best choice lest I fall to-as Brianna once put it-"the dark side".

But I have met that stranger again, and we have laid down our weapons to instead perhaps form a truce. It was not easy to accept what has happened, and yet I understand her now. I know why she did what she did, understanding on a level greater than empathy. I cannot condone her, but I cannot condemn her.

Yet I am not the naive one who was placed here, nor am I the one from before. A time over two years has carried the weight of twenty, and confidently I can say I have changed. Friendship, love, trust, hope...as cliché as it sounds, those were unknown to me before then, on realms other than the superficial. My position in my realm prevented me from feeling those.

I was a grim reaper of the afterlife. One meant to collect, guard, and judge souls before they moved on. And even though there’s no real call for that line of work here...I think I still am one, just with a new duty to do and a new purpose to find.

Edensphere has been my home. I cannot return to my realm for good knowing the price I would have to pay to stay there. So Edensphere shall continue to be what it has been, a sanctuary and a teacher in one, unless there is a way to visit and return.

We’re all thanking everyone, and I add to that-for everyone that has touched my life, you have done more than you ever shall know.

[She writes out the name below slowly before slashing it out.]

Officer Grell Sutcliffe

[Then she writes beneath it.]

Juliet Sutcliffe

[backdated to this morning]

...Enough is enough. I've tolerated everything else for weeks, I will not have some stupid sign on me. Will burning it be enough of a statement? I dearly hope so.

[pentaps, then a long long pause. Strikes not as fast as Juliet's normally are. Also, writing hands have been switched.]

I knew something would happen. I just didn't expect this.

We can't catch a break, it feels like.

how is my face a dead woman's

[ooc: currently turned into Angelina Durless aka Madame Red. Yay. He's so not happy.]

I apologize for my absence. Five days is a while to be gone.

Please don't expect me home until late.

[Strikes are done quickly, giving just enough time for those who can see, and then it is completely gone.]

[Writing is not entirely focused, and slowly done, though the strikes are fast.]

So strange, this new city.



I can't get out.

[ooc: backdate to the 6th.]

...That was...different. Modern warfare is nothing like I expected it to be.

Two questions, if there are answers.

Does someone have a good grasp on making tea? I realize I cannot make it without terrible failure.

Second...Miss Kazahana, when are you available? I would like to speak with you, if I could.

Since the words have returned to normal, I'm making a small announcement.

Cecdan's gone.

*after a few minutes, a drawing of a rose, uncolored*

(ooc: because I am derp, the conversation regarding Black's dream never happened.)

*late at night*



It is done. The other is gone.

...Whatever this presence is, it's not wanted.

Leave. Please.

*written late*

Mr. Black, please pick a time for us to continue our discussion.

Reasons.

There is never flame without signs.

Or can there be fire without burning?

*crossed out within several minutes*

For never was there a story of more woe/Than this of the Sphere and its inferno

(Red inked entry)

Why here

Please don't mean what i think

(Inkblots)

Tybalt. I need to see you. Today. You'll be in the Scavenger's Yard?

Parasol

What a lovely word. And I have only the vaguest idea of what it means.

*bizarre diagonal line*

...Bad William. NO. The pen is not a toy.

Miss Companion?

...I...I won't be coming in for a few days.

I'm not quitting, it's just...I'm at Medical Island right now, recovering.

(Everything is in red ink. At the top is
a drawing of a woman's face. Handmaiden, Tandava, and Kermit will recognize her as Angelina. There is a small rose next to her. Underneath is a cross next to the following.)

There is one place that consistently shifts here. Is it where you meant?

If you read this, please draw back.

(ooc: Related to the recent npc-kun journal entry and Juliet's new memory. This entry is several detailed drawings Juliet made. Each drawing has words carefully concealed in it. You might be able to see them if you know him well. Frontdated after ATDML.)

*picture of cat*

joke...not something to laugh at. red.

*picture of fan*

seek my truth...only then can answers be found. blue.

*picture of rose*

think...but be careful. eye is ever watchful. to learn is to know, but to see is the most important. blue red blue.

*picture of butterfly*

not careful-possible death. linked to red.

*picture of hand mirror*

second sight. linked to blue.

*picture of feather*

images...past illusion and first glances. don't over complicate it. go down to be enlightened. blue purple/dark blue.

*picture of chainsaw*

again, again. me not me again. goodbye angelina, i don't deserve forgiveness.