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

Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith


  • ::scrap parchment with that ever so familiar to her Cer, glowing pastel rainbow child-like script::
    You…you...brought these back to us! You are a liar! No-uh! Yes-huh! Make the dreamses go away! You go away! No! I.. can't.. Den just shuts up! I.... I don't wanna lookit da dreams either. Then shuts up and stays shuts up.. Mojo will do the talking for us. I will otay.? otay. No.. no otay... but.. You broughts the dreams back! You will shuts up ! Liar! I'm.. I'm sorry... That's more like it..now...stays quiet okkie? Okkie. we will be alright...just forgets the dreams..they aren't real. Mommy IS my Momyy.. Daddy IS my Daddy... Auntie Scutum... big brother ARE my Family.. you hear? ...Yes... goods.. We go to sleep now..night night


  • ::In a glowing pastel rainbow, a somewhat stickfigure, estatic woman, her head disproportionately larger than the rest of her body. And apparently to fit all the faces drawn inside, some smiley, some angry, some just plain malicious, some just there… And in the center of all these faces within the head is a stickfirgue little girl, obviously covering her ears to some horribbly loud noise::


  • ::glowing, child-like script…in pastels even::

    Mojo…yelling... SHUT UP, MOjo! Shut up! We ca nots go...Kind Lady needs us... Daddy needs us.. The Teapot Chaevlin is gingk to helps us like Auntie Scutums said... see. oh SHUT UP Mojo! Daddy needs us.. Mister Coin.. our little Sisters.. DAMN the Tal Weed Ashan... our Xillie...... stop YELLING!


  • :::glowy pastels! in that trademarked revertion child-like handwriting upon a most torn scrap of parchment::

    We know we must go, Mojo…but why are we still here? Why do we stay when we know that at any moment we couldds make any member of our Family the next Uncle Ekky? Why, Mojo? They mights not be as lucky as Uncle Ekky was...and Uncle Ekky was not very lucky. We must go...but yet we...can't...


  • ::a simple, most child-liek of all scripts in glowing pastels::

    Time to go, Mojo, time to go…


  • ((This really isn't an IC thing this time but….THIS is where I learned to play lunatics... I'm not there anymore as is none of my ow stuff...but I..still thought I'ld share...it still has the gneral feel.. anyway here is..))

    http://tavern.black-piano.com/


  • ::glowing child-like script upon thise here scrap of parchment also::

    Mommy here… Mommy gone... gone gone gone.....again... is it the Well..no....but they stole Mommmy just the same.. is it She? no? yes? no? Why won't they let Mojo in? Mojo is not mortal.. Mojo is them... Mojo is me too yes...and that can be sent to eh misty plane...but they is Mojo is much as I isMojo, Mojo....and they yell ... they OWE Mojo ...Stupid Beasties! Stipid Well! What abouts Auntie Scutum... and Uncle VIlmar and Mister Con and Daddy and Xillie and our little sistewrs and Uncle Bram and ..Uncle A'lan....Teapot Andu...sicky ick.... Uncle..Ekky Rego.?.. all them could not needs Mojo dat much....as much as might.....well ask Ekky...... Mojo, ask Ekky... no no you was right before ...we canot stay... just cannot leave th Kind Lady... or Jeni no we must go Mojo mights fry dem...asks the banditking....at leasts he deserved it..nasty bnaditos... we must turns ourselves in, Mojo to the Cowled Ones...maybe some Family will help us go back? if far far away that far it is...it is..it is...it...is. Mommy..come back..


  • ::in a glowing, shifting pastel rainbow of a child-like script upon yet another obessessively torn scrap of parchment::

    She is all around or is she not? Is she the same She? Too many voices so many Teapots… Mojo.where do we go? Not back NO! but maybe..yes? oh so fuzzyfuzzy.. so NOT tired...but then tired when NOT tired goes away.. maybe we..should go back, Mojo...maybe..we should.


  • ::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._