3. Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith

Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith


  • _Go, Mojo, Go
    No slowmo though
    Go, Mojo, Go
    in tow tow, we was so
    Go, Mojo, Go
    to see Uncke V's home aglow-glow.
    Go, Mojo, Go

    Music Box! Music Box! Teapot TIndra and Unckle Vilmar's home is SO big ih's like the Tree inside but bigger.. oh you said that already Mojo..well..dun go saying stuff before I do.. Okkay? Okkay.. Music Box!_

    ((I wanna write Mojo's Prophecies for Narfell..in nursery rhyme form of course…now I just need prophecies to vague about that can be twisted in any way to say see how prophetic Mojo was... Seriously though, it would be fun to write prophecies by Mojo. See how hard Cera's normal writing is to figure out already? ^.^))


  • ::the usual rainbow of pastels glowing in the kid-like penmanship::

    We looked..and we looked..and we looked..and we looked..and we looked AL across the Wind..wif Mister Coin ats our side, Mojo…no Mommmy here..no Mommy there. No Mommy.. no good bye. bye bye.. bye bye. all acros the Wind and no Mommy. Come back..find Daddy..stop Daddy's wedding.. no need.. daddy is happy... happy Daddy and Xillie! no has to stop.. but still we missed Mommy.. AGAIN.. AGAIN we missed Mommy, Mojo! AgGAIN! Twice we miss her.. But..but in the wind..not the Wind but Narfell's moving air did we hear something.. Mommy? Mommy loves us.. not alone no sad... do we needs to be but miss her so..do we.. mis her so... Xillie we loves her though.. yesyes. Mister Coin.. our last handle? No..others remain. Uncle Vil.. Uncle Vil.. a mandoggie..but...good? yes good mandoggie..no slash..no shredd us... his sister, Teapot Tindra good mandoggie too..she no shred us either.. nopenope.. no shred. But one sad.. on sad left.... Auntie Scutum.. no love Mojo no mo, Mojo. no mo love fo Mojo from Auntie Scutum... worried we was Auntie Beeret no love Mojo no mo either but she just not herself she still love Mojo.. but Auntie Scutum.. sad Mojo..sad, sad Mojo. still to work we must go for the Knd Lady..many spider eyes is she getting for us to catalogue and umm put away...and yes we can snack on a few.. Auntie SHea... must tells her Mojo.. no frisky..just friends no lose her too but no frisky either. otay..to the sorting of spider eyes we go, Mojo.

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  • ((Okkay.. I already said bye bye in IRC but my roomie found this site and so after her 'puter time was done I just had to share it..evenif this not ultimate place for it..it's random yet fitting…at least it fits with Cera-ish-ness in a way....anyway Ultra-Condensed Fantasy Books..))

    http://rinkworks.com/bookaminute/sff.shtml

    ((No! I'm outta here! for some 12 days ..about aloha! ^.^ but..bed first..))


  • ((Thankie! ^.^ I did want go with a light-hearted dementia for once. in responce to that last trip to the Fugue. Hmm and that is where I'm going to leave for now. For now it can be assumed Cera is out walking the Planes somewhere..cahsing down her MOmmy or staying with her for a bit .. I dunno… something... I think she took Coin with her but...eh..anyway I must write up Sakura 's and Cera's stories for approval and with a short trip for myself coming up. This is good a place as any to leave off. I really do need a resolution for Cera and her mum..at least for me.. -.-; anyway I'm still gonna be IRC doing stuff and writting up their stories as conciselyas possible.. till at least Friday so..aloha for now. ^.^))


  • _((OOC - Cera, I nearly died laughing after I read this entry. When I got to the part about "Pretty Magic Girl C," I was laughing so hard that my better half gave a look that said, "You are crazy."

    Of course, I am crazy… but that's not the point.

    goes back to laughing hysterically))_


  • _The misty plane is red
    Our hair is blue
    We did nae wanna see it again
    That much be true

    The misty plane is red
    Our hair is blue
    Theres we did go again, return again
    From mandoggies shredding us to goo

    Mandoggies are nasty and brown
    Mojo is pretty and black
    Unckie Vil is one?!
    We must turns hims back!

    Daddy is handsome and strong
    Mommy is pretty and brave
    Maybe not our faults and their loves be ours
    Still Mojo cannae lets go wifouts trying to save

    Cera is pretty, scared and magic
    Carnival is strong, funny and tragic
    All the kings' men and all the kings' horses
    Cera plus Carnival….fantagic!

    Unckie Vil is nasty brown
    Unckie Vil has been so blue
    Through the Wind, to his Dream we went
    And there we founds him to finally have a clue

    And we yelled out to hims Mojo! We did! We did! we yelled and yelled.. not Mommy! No! Not Mommy we yelled to hims… This could be a jobs fowr... Pretty Magic Girl C! And Mommy? of she must go? Ths waht Daddy and Mommy keep saying as watches i thems in the bowl?_ Shhhhhhh… don't you worry. Pretty Magic Girl C will take care of it, Mojo. Otay.

    ::for the first time in more than a year..even years..a swirly whirly flowing script has returned to Cera's handwriting, represented by the bold script…yet its voice is seperate? upon this one scrap of parchment::


  • ::just one ordinary scrap of parchment in the now ordinary gowing pastel child-like handwriting::

    _Mojo, not so ill, went up a hill
    To sic on beasties, a wolfy of dire
    Mojo fell down and broke her crown
    And got some Misty Plane attire.

    I'm a little teapot
    Alive and all
    Back through Mister Coin
    Sane again through Unckie Call
    Poof! Off to the Wind we go._


  • ::::not a single word nor recognizable pictogram exists on this particular scrap of torn parchment, instead it is covered in none but smears. of glowing, shifting pastel rainbows…fingerpainted it almost seems without aim::


  • ::a matter of three or so torn scrap of parchment and lots of swilry kid-like scribbles and penmanship all in as hifting glowing pastel rainbow::

    _Hickery dickery Mojo
    To the Well we went to kill so.
    Warn the peoples we did instead though
    Hickery dickery Mojo

    Hickery dickery dock
    With Mommy we wents and saw a hawk
    To Mommy's story, we all did flock
    Hickery dickery dock

    Hickery dickery Well
    In a HISS we heards you tell
    Mojo dids then YELL
    Hickery dickery Well

    Hickery Dickery Mojo
    Bigger and bigger we did growgrow
    Loud inside and out it and nasty! NO! NO!
    Hikcery Dickery Mojo

    Hickery dickery Mojo
    The Teapots of Norwick did GoGo
    In fear dids they FlowFlow
    Hickery dickery Mojo

    Hickery dickery SMACK
    They only wanted us to sees black
    So we gaves those nasties a WHACK
    Hickery dickery SMACK

    Hickery dickery Mum
    She and Family did hum
    And with Mister Coin did reveals things not so glum
    Hickery dickery Mum!
    Hickery dickery Well
    We musts hagain hears this hiss in which yous tell
    Mojo musts know to loves or hates and make you fell
    Hickery dickery Well_


  • ::scrawled in glowing pastel over two sides of one scrap of parchment::

    _Baa, baa Mommy
    Our top is back
    Mojo. Mojo
    During the attack

    Baa, Baa Mommy
    It helps us think and sit still
    Thank you, Thank you
    Auntie Scutum and Unckie Vil

    Baa, baa Mommy
    The Well will pay
    Mojo, Mojo
    It WILL one day!

    Baa, baa Coinage
    to the Wind we go
    Mojo, Mojo
    Careful of the seeds we sow._


  • ::upon this scrap of parchment in the kid-like glowing pastel rainbow manuscript is scratched one verse and only one::

    Twinkle, twinkle nasty Well
    Mojo hates you, can't you tell
    There's not a Teapot you won't smash
    Around you Mojo burn and crash
    Twinkle, twinkle nasty Well
    Mojo hates you, can't you tell!


  • ::triangular scrap of parchment::

    ..Mister Coin….gone... Mister Coin..back! war machine... we all gots it, Mojo..with the li no not so little beasties... went with the Man, Daddy Rescued.. to the warrens yes..to checks on some diggins we thinks.. Mister Coin......Mister Coin... taken ..given back...Mommy.Daddy..not speical..Uncle Vilmar.. the Welll.......the Well... Mommy sick? Still did that helper helps yet? stupid Well nasty.. keeps us from seing in the bowl if Mommy is otay..

    ::another scrap of parchment::
    Teapot Berret…Auntie Amissa...Teapot Scutum..Teapot Stealth Mojo we saws them on our ways to checkon Mommy.. wait we forgots to asks them of Mommy.. stoopid stoopid us, Mojo! Stoopid us! WE saws them talking to a important looking bandito..with a scar and one eye it looked..we almosts puts him to lseep..though that was before we saws he was talking to Auntie Amissa and Teapots Berret, Steatlth and Scutum. yesyes... hmm Teapot Berret lates siad she wished we might as well had put him to sleep.. he..seems to be a nasty bandito she tracked ALL the way froms Amn...Trademeet? yesyes that was it... the sscared bandito put her daddy to sleep.. NASTY Scared Bandito.. Mojo we know how sad that mkaes a Teapot....poor Teapot Berret... Uncle Vilmar... so many Teapots, Mojo...so many... well if that Scarred Bandito shows hisself so near the Camp again he WILL be put to sleep, Mojo. He wills. We hopes he's not the new bandit king..is the old one stillmissing? we dun wants him back... Mister Coin.... Mommy... Daddy... oh what to do? and there was one Teapot Archer with Teapot Berret... they seemed speical together..like Mommy....Daddy..used...to....be.......the Weave seems to not wants us to hug him, Mojo..Teapot Archer that is... strange writings onhis skin glows when tries and go wooosh away.. and you gets louder too...odd it is...odd....


  • ::parchmentitude::

    Mojo…the Well willhelp.. it insist it help us now.. Help us help Mommy..help Uncle Vilmar...but Mommy ..Mommy dun need our help? we must find this other help...Mojo who would help our Mommy...and thanks this helper or at leasts finds out how the hlep is to helps Mommy a stone Momy wearses around her neck yesyes.. butit must special indeed tokeep Mommy from getting sick with another stone yes two stones Mommy saids it was to take... stil musts finds Aunti Karli or Aunti Jenna..bring them to Uncle Vilmar's dream..then they see and hellp? Mojo hopes so... but why can' we helps them NOW? Mojo? nots later...now...worrying is not good for Mojo it makes us loud you loud it does. yes? well not so loud asince we practiced went to the Wind but still Mojo ..it makes you loud and that spelll is it he Wel..it hurts no matter wheres we go when use it be most seaky... to be strong ..no it udn hurt then..but the strong forms are not so sneaky....and sneaky is better for watching like in th Kind Lady's bowl but when the and where the bowl will not work... then we must be sneaky... DAddy went to teh Lost City with Uncle Kanen... Uncle wil and Uncle Call and other Family to rescues...who? we dun rmember..did theymakes it, Mojo hm oh yes but..one dies not we saws it in the bowl after...Mojo...at least it was not Daddy. oh Mommy..daddy.. Momy..Daddy.. must gets Mommy better then..thenwe can see aboutts that yes? no? yes? yes no? Mommy..Dady..Mister Coin...Uncle Vilmar... no leave and no stop being special... Mojo..


  • _((Hmmm…. pulls out notes about Kara's illness and recent developments Hmmm…. rereads the diary entry Hmmm….

    Yep. Things are gonna be interesting. I wonder who will be first to finish their plan to help Kara.

    And poor Cera, having her Mommy and Daddy seperated...))_


  • ::a few dried droplets of blood sparsely splotches the torn scrsp of parchment and its glowing pastel script::

    Mojo, how allsl be well?….yets nots........Mommy...sick.........Daddy...trouble......Uncle Vilmar...stills dream-haunteds.... ..and..and..it's..i'ts...nots... it was Mommy and Daddy.. taht we becaame bonded to Mister Coin..just likes them we was made one but... Mommy and Daddy...special..no more? What's did we do? wahat's did we do, Mojo?? What'd id we nots..ndo? They has to be speical to each others, Mojo! Has to! They is my Mommy...my Daddy... We'didn't believe it but.. ..but.... no.. it is so... we loks in the bowl, Mojo and it does not say otherwises. Nope. nope.. .....curses! ! This wilnots happen to Mister Coinage.. No? and me.. nOPe.. wils it?, Mojo? mm no..but.. Mommy...Daddy... This new spell.... some of it's forms....bring too much of the Weave? More thans even the gem hellps send into the wind? Mommy? Daddy? Mister Coin? Uncle Vilmar? ... The Weave? the mad Weave.....mad Weave..of the Well... yes..it is...is ..clear..Mojo...clear...so much to do yets we can ...... The Wel it has done this all to us... much nasty and grumpiness has it ...dealt.......it's time..it..helped us... yes, Mojo... it will helps us...take them to the Wind.. it..it with the spiral ..yes! with it.. we cold takes them ato the Wind and and..it takes practice..practice... Mommy...Daddy...... yesyes.. to teh dream and to Tyr... yes so sticky he is.. to Mommy.. or maybe there is someonesles we has togo see..but to Wind .. yes the answer is blowing in the Wind, Mojo...blowiing in the Wind....

    ::bleow land on the other side lay nurmous spirals in the same glowing, evershifting pastel rainbow as the script above


  • ::parchment scrap::

    _Mommy is nots well at all, Mojo.. not at alls… It is scary... Why is Daddy nots with her? Hm I know what is said about thems but...it not so, Mojo..it cannots be..nopenpe.. not Mommy and Daddy NO!

    ...and Daddy ..is has been framed by the same naty gaurd-type guardses of Peltrach that treated Uncle Vilmar so bads so nasty. Mojo..... ...it is good you ares s smartee..a smartee every day. There would be nothngs for us to do... Yesyes? Mojo will you tell your plans again, laters? I'm not sures about some parts of thems But Mommy she needs walking stick like us like we do sometimes..maybe we should try making hers a special walking stick too? But hopesfully she will be betters before we even gets our own done so..we dun ahve to. Hmmm Mojo... oo there's Mister Coin dn the Kind Lady..gots to go! They gots healing in ahebrs for the Kind Lady and us tomakes stuff ! And and lots left by the Caravan... maybe we dun have to charge so now that we dun have t go gets it for the Camp ourselves..no we can just gives it out for a spider eye or so..so ..icky..but.. Mojo likes them... no Carnival did .not Mojo. Or maybe in emegencieses Mojo can give thems out to who needs them mostest._


  • ::::scrap of parchment….glowy, shifting pastel rainbow of cihld-like handwriting::

    Curses! Curses, Mojo! Curses! Mommy did not looks so well the others nights..and we founds out laters…she was put..to sleeps again.. Mojo.....we must learn to keep Mommy on THIS side of the misty plane... yespyepyep. Mojo... What with Doli and all and... w and all we's also heards Mommy and Daddy are nots togethers they is not special to each other any mores.... They thinks we nots lisenting but tehre we is... Mojo... Mojo. UCrses it all! We hopes it just No it just cannot be so.. Noes of it can be..but... Mommy was not soo good looking that night for th e lil time we gots tosee her ..before the Wind stoles us away. And then Uncle Vilmar.. Uncle Vilmar he will not talks to them... And..and does not seems like he'ld let talking to thems be ehlepsful.. All of them togethers..would be who he's looking for in his dream.. but... Moj... oh we must talks to Auntie Karli ors Auntie Jenna..they godses are smteries in such thingses.. Maybe if we broughts ones of thems to Uncle Vilmar's dreamscape? Or maybe even brought Mommy to the Wind and then to Tyr's house? Maybe ones of his friends would hlelps, Mommy for uses... since Mommy is so glued to him in many wayses. Mister Coin.. Mister Coin though.. he ha not been so.. either..distracted it seems lately with the Bondy Dwarf around Camp...Maybes it's just the Swordmasters too.. Mojo... so much to thinks on...hmm Curses, Mojo! Curses! how many hugs does it takes??


  • ::a nominal torn scrap of parchment bearing Cera's glowing, pastel, child-like script::

    A lots has happened, Mojo. A lots has happeneds. Yesyes.. Lotses. We sure hopes Uncle Vilmar listens to whats we tolds him when we wents back to his dreamscapes yesyyes? Yes. Mojo, what we tlds him about going to each of those special Teapotses he cares abouts… those special Teapots to hims in his ink talking book and talks to them in person... confronts them if he musts with his feelings... each of thems he must alks to to finds out more truly about his own self feelings.. Once he does that's he dream wil clears up.. They shoulds... he musts confronts his feelings themselves as wells.. Or Mojo.. I fears forhims... yesyes...Uncle Vilmar coulds lose hisself to this dreamses if they ares allowed to persists. Hmm we just mays have to ask those special Teapots of his ourselves for him....ones at a time..if he will nots.. or maybe see Aunti Karli abouts it.. We would nots like it if he suddenly lost the same sanity we is blessed withs, Mojo.. Nopenope.. It would not be funs to be so crazy. hmmmm Oh Uncle Vilmar go to thems, otay? I hopes he does... especially afters the Peltarch gaurd-type Teapots were mean and nasty and grumpy to hims... And all he was tryingk to tod was helps us Romni yesyse he was.. that is all... gets the healing from the big city.... poor Uncle Vilmar... It seemses Mojo we will has to be the healing peoles of the Camp for nows... we dids get some potions and bags from Peltarch and Jiyyd... so at leasts we has thems but another way must be founds we can only has so much. Good things Doli dun gets it.. that's darkness she gave us in escaping lasted SO long days it seemed, Mojo only once did we take to the Wind to go to Uncle Vilmar's dreamscape again did it goes away. She is not good, Mojo..Mojo no goods she is not.. Too grumpy. Poor Doli...teapot Azx... Az... Or was it Auntie Amissa? saids it's not even Doli anymores... It is good to see Daddy so much though..at the party oh yes! There is that good newses! The Caravan did finally gets here! Yay! Mojo.. Yay! It was not quite as big a celebration as we was hoping ot has for thems but there was and lots peoples from all overs came for it..at least at firsts.. Not justs Romni. It was good yesyes... lots of Family and everythings was theres.. Next times, Mojo though we wills has to have gameses and stories we thinks. Yesyesyep. Mojo..the Kind Lady is worried though about the Swordmasters. Tero and Brun..yeyes.. they cans be trusted yes.. but Tero ..he is not of us..the Rom..Not the Oath has he taken....so keeps our eye on him, Okkay, Mojo?