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

Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith


  • ::on your typical shred of parchment::

    Daddy! Daddy! wait no tha's you Mojo… SIlly um wait not Mojo..'hs Da- no Auntie Scutum! No um what we talking about, Mojo? oh well you can tell me later. Just what were you going to tell us though? Loud? yes you are loud.. Stupid Well! no hiss.. no Well..quiet Well... wait I know it's the Well! Stupid Well! oh? yes does not hiss though..maybe it's not the Well? It is she? yes it is a She ummm Daddy! Mister Coin! look Auntie Scutum was just outside... oh umm yeah none of them is here..where they go? Not here that's for sure. what ? yes you got LOUD!.. umm maybe 'cause of the Well?


  • ((I…will let Cera...do the talking...... but first thank.. big one to RW and all for getting Cera back from the Misty Plane aka the Fugue, even i a round about evil way... and even bigger wow for doing it in character..that Doli...^.^ anyway..on...to...on to Cera..))

    ::as always Cera's child-like writing graces this purposfully torn up scrap of parchment in shifting, rainbow pastel glowing tones::

    Misty Plane Misty Plane..go away…we done wanna see you again ANY day! Nasty deomon up thewre.. she OWES us, Mojo..she OWES ues! OOOh yes did you se Auntie Scutum? Where? Oh yes there... Misty Plane? weren't we just there, Mojo? Look my hand has one...two...three...four....Mojo! wheres our thumb?! I don't see it- oh there it is..hiding on the other side, silly thumb. Thumb, did you see Auntie Scutum? Mommy? or Daddy?? HOw about Mister Coin? we.. there he is.. Mister Coin... Mojo! look I found our thumb. but please tell him to go away? that demon? deomon?! She OWES US MOJO!


  • ::on a nondescript scrap of parchemnt a ver descript child-like handwriting scrawls over its surface in a shifting, soft pastel rainbow::

    We has not talked in ink for some time, Mojo.. Nopenope we has not…so tired we has been dat we just has not felts like it when we hads the time. "Sides you talk all the time. and loud wif...her in our head... ih's two hers...the one at teh glenn and the one we hear now..the one..she makes all the rest of you mad and vewwy loud...Teapot Equinox and Mister Coin and Big bwrothewr Vil know dat... yet ih's not the Well..it no hiss.. and then thewre is Auntie Scutum we has talked to.. one of theweeds in the Camp a Rongar you know hims he not disappear so much in the woods.. he anda bloodsucking sleepwalker just might put Auntie Scutum and Uncle Cal to sleep.. we can lets dat happen... but...Kashana and Gradvuul and the othewr blossoms nota l of them like Norwick where Auntei Scutum and Uncle Call are from. Nono. Too many broken promises...not enough trust.. it must starts with us, Mojo. it must start somewhere... I hope sister Tindra is okkie too... it sounded as if she heard the same she or another she in her head like we did.. no knows if it the same she we hear as big sis.. but who knows.... tha's not everyfing dah's happened Mojo but we is tired and still has many spider eyes to sort through before bed...so tired yet..frisky... maybe in the morning, Mojo..we can give Mister Coin a big surpirse.. night night.


  • _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