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 Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 12:58 pm
 This is a Private Journal. You will need permission from VechnayaNicolai before you are able to post here. We ask you not to beg VechnayaNicolai to allow you to purchase, take, or trade their child. If you would like an Iridae of your own, please visit The Bleeding Hearts shop located in Breedable/Changing pets.
Concept © Kyrianna
Art © Kyrianna and VechnayaNicolai
About Saraswati
Fallen: 10-10-06
Gender: Female
Spirit Keeper: VechnayaNicolai
Sea Guardian
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:33 am
post2- You're here. rules and shmooz.
post3- News and shmooz.
post4- Saraswati! bio shmooz.
post5- The Spirit Keeper shmooz.
post6- Requirements and all that shmooz.
post7- Home and shmooz.
post8- Treasure trove of shmooz.
post9- Notes of Nic's observations and shmooz.
post10- Credits.
*~* No posty unless I tell you. PM me first, I don't bite. If I do, I don't have teeth anyway; it won't hurt much.
*~* Shop rules apply. OOC in brackets.
*~* Love Saras. Don't beg for her. By the rules I can't sell her, so don't frippin' ask. Oh hells, not like I WOULD. O_o Stop looking at me like that. -_=
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:34 am
~~ Nic finds a shiny. He wears it home. Note the lack of personal restraint.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:35 am
Name:
Stuff:
Do this later:
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:36 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:49 am
Stage One: Crystal
1 week as a crystal
- 1 Solo RP of you finding the crystal.
- 1 Role Play with The Medium transcribed into your journal (She explains what it means)
- 1 Journal entry explaining your feelings about being chosen
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about the crystal cracking.
Stage Two: Cracked Crystal
1 week real life time
- 1 journal entry
- 1 (Private) RP with another Spirit Keeper/Iridae
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your Iridae moving to the next stage
Stage Three: Infant
Your Iridae must stay an infant for at least 2 months in real life time. In order for it to move to Toddler, you must do the following:
- 5 Journal entries from you
- 6 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your Iridae moving to the next stage.
Stage Four: Toddler
Your Iridae must stay an toddler for at least 3 months real-life time. In order to move to Kid, you must do the following:
- 6 Journal entries from you
- 7 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 Multi-Post Growth Quest (Involves at least 1 of their fundamental abilities surfacing )
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your Iridae moving to the next stage
Stage Five: Kid
Your Iridae must stay a kid for at least 3 months real-life time. In order to move to Teenager, you must do the following:
- 6 Journal Entries from you or your child (Split any way you wish)
- 7 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 Multi-post growth quest. This quest deals with realizing the full extent of their past and their mistake. It also involves them discovering their main ability.
- 1 1,000 word minimum "Growing" or "Coming Home" post from the quest.
Stage Six: Teenager
Your Iridae must stay a teenager for at least 5 months real-life time. In order to move to Adult, you must do the following:
- 4 journal entries, each, from you and your teenager
- 9 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 Growth Quest.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:53 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:54 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:57 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 12:00 pm
All stuff copyright their owners and stuff.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 12:46 pm
Why Dressing Like J-Rockers Is Not Functional
It had been a long. long work night. His face was still caked with the stage makeup necessary to do his Visual Kei acts, and though he had been desperately trying to paw and prod it off, it seemed rather unwilling to go anywhere. He figured he'd have a better chance of wiping it all off when he didn't have to grasp a braided reed in his elbows at the same time while walking home and doing his best not to trip on the cinderblock-sized boots he was wearing for his act.
Wiko was a chilly thing to have resting against your right n****e, to be sure.
At the very least, it was dark. Very dark. Wiko seemed placid enough, content just to freeze off its father's breast area, not letting its glowy self be seen in the dark by someone who ought not see it.
A mile more and Nicolai would have been home. He gave up the fight with his makeup and held the wand better, watching his steps closer in the darkening dark.
Wiko made a shrill sigh, if it could be done, halting him in his steps to regather himself from the surprise. The ghostling had begun its orbit again, as it often did when ill at ease, prompting a glance about the area from its father.
The sidewalk narrowed here, to Nicolai's dismay. Since when did the road move this way? His eyes darted about to reorient himself.
Uhm.
He hadn't remembered there being a stream here, but apparently, there was. And just before him, in the direction which Wiko was wildly flailing, a shiny little thing sat in the streambed below a footbridge Nicolai swore wasn't there on the way to work.
Wiko sure was making a fuss about it. It'd wail a bit, run a ring around Nicolai, and then lean toward the shiny thing, emitting a much lower sort of wail in its direction. Aside from being sure that the wendigo would make a bangin' cartoon character, he was just a bit more aware that this... shiny thing probably required some attention. After all, it was a new moon, and it was identifiable as shiny.
More glowy objects? It shouldn't have interested him this much, but...
The nature of his clunktastic boots made a wade into the streambed no issue at all; they were one solid sleeve of pleather made to simply slip over his legs, and went up as far as his lower thigh. If not just an instrument of looking whorish, they were practical as waders. He lifted the tattered rufflings on his... rather outlandish outfit of gothic floof so as not to get them soggy and unpleasant while he still had a mile to walk, at least.
The stream was quick-running and stony, to Nicolai's relief, and without the danger of sinking into any mud he reached the shiny thing, if not slowly, making himself out to be some sort of undead farm girl hunting for crawfish. He stooped to take a squint at it, Wiko doing marathon laps about its wand.
A sand dollar, he determined.
Well that's weird. It's a sand dollar. And it's in a freshwater stream.
Nerding aside, Nicolai picked up the sand dollar, dragging what looked like some disgruntled water weed with it. However... on closer inspection of it (closer inspection here used to describe scrawling at it to get it off), it was firmly attached, and well... made a perfect loop.
Thoughtfully he gnawed his lower lip. Well. Score. It's already a necklace. I don't have to drill a hole in it or anything.
In a moment of childish wonder he slipped the loop around his head, carefully avoiding the glued mess that his hair had assumed for his act as well as he could with only one hand. It fell perfectly over his heart from there, prompting an amused tilt of his head at it.
Man, I'm weird. I just go tromping into a creek in my full vis-kei getup after something shiny and end up wearing it home. Someone ought to shoot me already.
He trudged out of the stream, a bit perterbed to find he'd released his trailings and gotten them soaked in the process of putting it on. With an angry groan, he continued his way, new trinket and still riled-up ghostling in tow.
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