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

Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith


  • We's said it before, yes..Mojo…but where else do we goes...times to go home, Mojo.. times to go hime....


  • Half-Death

    _Mojo, dead, dead, dead
    Coinage lost, Coinage gone, gone
    Mojo dead, dead, dead

    Mojo feel no mo'
    Mojo left so, so hollow
    Mojo is no mo'

    Mojo…you you chatter on...but half of us is gone... Mister Coin to the darkness just as Swordmaster Bron..gone.....Mojo has no energy to hate.... Mojo has no energy to be sad......hlaf...gone..gone..coulda we gone wif Mister Coin? All dead must be betters then half-dead...Mojo.._


  • ::upon an oddly shaped scrap of torn, tear-stained parchment…a child-like manuscript in a evershifting pastel rainbow::

    Oh Mojo…our Sakura... si gone..again... agin...again... her pretty pink hair... did you see? in the bowl? no where is she found.... nots even an echo....nopenope..twice she is gone...and all her lil brothers and sisters...three? four? Mojo? by Mister Coin..so glad we has Mister Coin ..but even he is sad..we makesit dat way? we musts be careful...the Kind Lady sees us and she might be sad too.. but for thebaies. it is the Weave ..we know..we know.. or maybe its you... Mojo everyone of them born still and already sleeping for goods....for goods...and our ow lil sisters... and Daddy.. we is too scared to lok in the bowl now to see if he's back like we heards our Family was trying so hards for.. Daddy.... Sakura... and those dreams Mojo.....it is down there..in the gorge......Mojo...it's all just ..just..funny.


  • Ta-da! This is of coruse OOC but it is about Cera… yeee! a short little Cera-Common dictionary so at least you the player may stand a chance of understanding what in narf she is saying... ^.^ ...I...may have to add more later.

    Teapots = 1.People 2. title equivalent to Lord or Lady

    Daddy = Braeth Ma'fein

    Mommy = Kara Willendt

    Xillie = Lillianna Du'pris

    Family = Anyone she has the delusion of being related to.... (.ie. the appellation of Auntie, Uncle , or any other title reserved for family members.)

    sleepwalkers = any kind of undead

    bloodsucking sleepwalkers = vampire

    mandoggies = werewolves, werecats, wererats, werebears, etc (any kind of lycanthrope with fur)

    Father = the efreet lord responsible for Cera's insanity

    weeds = evil people or anyone whose presence is detrimental to the greater good

    blossoms = neutral or good people or anyone who at least does not pose any sort of immediate threat she is aware of

    Kind Lady = Katya, her mentor and witch of the Gypsies

    Grandmaster Teapot = Remmy, leader of the Gypsies

    Spider Elf - Elendel

    Bony Dwarf = Jelde

    Tall Weed = Ashan

    Pretty Light = Latern Archon

    Pretty Blue Spell = Ghostly Visage

    No See You Spell = Invisibity

    Sparklies = Resist Elements

    See No See You Spell = See Inivisiblity

    Sticky Strands Spell = Web

    Shinies = Gems, gold....anything..small and shiny

    the Wind = Astral Plane

    Place with No Color = Plane of Shadows

    the Fog = Ethereal Plane

    little beasties = goblins

    doggie beasties = gnolls

    eight-legged beasties = spiders

    banditos = bandits

    bigger beasties = bugbears and their ilk

    really big beasties = giants

    bandit king = Atol (even if he truly isn't....for Cera he is close enough)

    Mojo = 1.the voices of all sorts of beings from acrosss the Planes that resound in her mind 24 hours a day. 2. Her panther familiar. 3. Cera, as she often refers to herself in the third person.

    *addendum: (As I was reminded by Isaac/Fisheal in the Offical dictionary within the Gyspy Camp forum..Cera has this one other term.. ^.^)
    Misty Plane = Fugue Plane


  • ((I don't even know what I'm up now.. as tired… as I be....but up I am...up ..nyeah.. thank y ou peoples..thank you all.. for the past couple days I've been just SO happy! I waish I could bottle it and share it with one and all. The umm..aforementioned he up there... left a couple days early and..today...his stuff hopefully went too ..hm YEEEHEEE! even as tired I be.. just thinkin' well you get the picture! I rpmise the rest of my posts in here will be back to tracking Cera's stae of mind..hmm hopefully more often than I have been...maybe.. but. just YEEEE! He IS GONE! ^.^!!!))


  • ((I must warn ye…this particular entry may not belong in this folder...it may not belont anywhere on this forum. But this is as close to my own little corner of the forum as there is and it fits not place else even more so. So here will be a rant...of sorts.. do not read on if you don't want to. it has no pertinent information on Cera or anything else to do with her....it is entirely OOC...so turn back now...this is.. iand I repeat....is for probably quie selfish reasons that I put it here...it is more for myself that I write this than anyone....to excorcise a few demonds as it were.....and part of the excorcising is putting it out there for people I've come tot trust to read it...if they absolutely wish to delve into and trhough such a...trip... anyway...this is your last warning.

    He's gone! Not...yet...really..still like.....just under two more weeks from today! he will be moving away! edited before posting He hasn't talked to me since Sunday...when I tore into him..spewing all those years os hate... He's the reason I know what seething hate feels like and his going to finally edited before posting be out of my life! The bastard is moving out of state! A so-far-away-from-me-that-I-don't-have-to-see-his-damned-ugly-mug-ever-again gone!!! I'm still glad for the court order I'm gettng on him..or rather a renewal...as insurance ...It's been years since I had one last on him... but he had to go and start showing up again not so long ago...well he'll be gone.. I don't care what state he moves to! He won't be in mine anymore! He got away scott free almost! Just 'cause it was only his word against mine..I..would rather noy go back over so many years past..even here and even if ya have read this far..reality has its mind set on giving everyone their own soul wrenching troubles anyway.mine are a small mater I suppose...but thad oes not change how much I hate him! for what he did....Garh! I cannot think of a swear word foul eough!!. but.. he WILL be gone! Gone! ...It's going to be a slow, slow...1 and half or so weeks....till he finally moves away.))


  • ::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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