Guarding yourself from the love of another

five

2008-05-18T05:58:00Z

...

I could smell.... rabbit.

....very odd.

four

2008-05-02T13:06:27Z

His "father". Hmm. I see.

It makes things very clear.

three

2008-04-28T11:09:16Z

Aaron.

Where are you?

Where have you gone?

What distractes you?

two

2008-04-21T10:57:37Z

That was interesting, to say the least.

one

2008-04-09T22:54:49Z

...What on earth...?

... I see.

....Aaron...?

10;

2008-01-19T16:38:24Z

...Perhaps someone here would be kind enough to tell me...

What is "buttons"?

09;

2007-12-30T02:11:44Z

WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT GODDAMN WAYWARD PIECE OF SHIT I CALL MY FUCKING SON!?

08;

2007-12-22T21:04:54Z

A ball...?

Aaron, if it is convenient to you, perhaps... you might accompany me?

07;

2007-12-13T00:20:02Z

I have humbly attempted this action called "snow angels."

My attempt was in vain, and the product quite deformed.

I apologize for defiling the snow.

[ooc: Around town, one would see several Nebiros-shaped indents in the snow, before a crate-indent in the snow. It looks as though he climbed up on the crate and flopped face-first onto the snow to make "snow angels", then took his crate and went to another location to try again. Isn't he adorable? How can you not love him? ~~Unless you're Sasuke or Viral.~~]

06;

2007-12-01T22:22:27Z

Snow...

When the snow melts, warmth always returns....

05;

2007-11-15T22:42:50Z

I suppose I would like to thank the individuals who took the time to formulate a reply to my previous post. Thank you very much; please regard me kindly.

[Private to the Gods]

Good evening and I apologize for bothering you once again.

My son and I have discussed this already, and, as he is on the upper level, it seems he is closer to obtaining a cure for his werewolf condition. However, he tells me the cure will be expensive, and beyond his reach.

I am of the selfish opinion that Aaron needs this cure as soon as possible. I, myself, have no such currency as exists here. If you would be so kind as generous as to bestow the cure, I will be yours to command for the rest of my life. That is my only collateral. You may kill me, torture me, have me execute your tasks, assist you in whatever way possible.

If this is not acceptable, I understand. I thank you in advance for giving it some thought, and taking the time to read it.

04;

2007-11-10T02:23:04Z

What is salvation?

03;

2007-10-29T23:45:01Z

A... ball.

...

....

No.

05;

2007-10-26T00:38:06Z

Aaron, I hope you are quite uninjured.

I also forbid you from speaking to that boy; he is undeserving of your companionship.

;04

2007-10-19T02:06:44Z

[Private - Gods]

I have some questions for you, if you would be so kind.

My ~~son~~... ~~child~~ ~~friend~~....

Aaron Gawaine is a werewolf. Is there any way to lift the curse? Is it possible you might do it?

Also... What might one do to get to the upper level?

03;

2007-09-29T23:12:20Z

I...

...Hm.

This is most curious, indeed.

I had a premonition... This is far beyond what I had planned...

Pardon my forwardness, but is any here aware of a certain Aaron Gawaine? Any information would be much appreciated.

[[ ooc: After deliberation, Nebiros was killed by Karasu in the building the latter mentioned destroying. He does not have the memories of Aaron betraying him, or of himself arriving in Purgatorium. It is as if he is a complete new-comer. He does not know who killed him in the building, either. ]]

02;

2007-09-01T22:07:24Z

You, Nebiros, have been brought to Purgatorium for the sin of wrath.

Your Wrath drove you to kill the werewolves that attacked someone dear, and also drove you to banish that someone.

So you shall stay, until you learn to feel less wrath between other things, and have made up for your errors.

...Ah...

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Private//Unhackable

Well... it's not what I expected.

I am punished for vengeance.

Their Gods are bloodthirsty... but I have found somewhere comfortable enough to sit, out of the elements.

01;

2007-08-26T02:08:47Z

... This is... not an improvement... but... I have no complaints... The Gods will do as they will, as usual....

[[PRIVATE//UNHACKABLE]]

...and they are never satisfied. Never. Not by the death of dear ones, not by agony, not by the curse of loneliness. Never will the gods be satisfied.

Now... I feel it... there will be no escape from this curse I have inflicted upon myself. I feel it's very presence, to the tips of my fingers.

I must, at least, find a place out of the elements in which to rest.