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 Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 2:56 am
Introduction This Journal belongs to Maetria and her pet Nirok.
You may post here if you have something relevant to add, please don't post without permission.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 2:57 am
Pet Statistics
Name: Nirok
Stage: Orb
Gender: Male
Owner: Henna
Likes:poetry (especially nonsense), his wolf Placebo, Rock music and now apparently shakespeare.
Dislikes: being left alone
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 2:58 am
Owner Statistics
Name:Maetria
Gender: Female
Pet(s): Nirok
Likes: black, long hair, vampire roleplays, random people, aubergine
Dislikes: rudeness, the cold, pop music
RP Owner Statistics
Name: Henna
Gender: Female
Pet(s): Nirok
Likes: purple, hot chocolate, reading
Dislikes: being alone, the dark, large spiders
History: An English Literature student at a mediocre Gaian University, She has trouble making friends and is rather shy.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:03 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:04 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:05 am
Gallery Nirok's orb stage Nirok's Undera stage. It's a male!
Nirok's Corsea stage. Oooh he's so pretty!
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:06 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:07 am
Extra Nirok recieved a pet for christmas who will be named just as soon as I can fit him into the journal.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 2:49 pm
Day One - Arrival
Henna sat in her room staring blankly at her laptop screen. She had been sitting in the same position for an hour now. Her brain had ceased trying about fifty minutes ago.
Henna had just started at university and was struggling. As if the work load wasn't enough she also had problems making any friends. It wasn't that she was antisocial, there was nothing she loved more than to be around people, but she could not bring herself to talk to people she didn't know. Sometimes at night she wished so hard for someone to come and recue her, to help make things better.
She had almost drifted off to sleep when there came a knock at the door. It was unusual, she didn't know any of the people who had rooms nearby, and none of the staff would be knocking at this time of evening. She went quickly to the door and opened it, but there was no one there, not even a sign of someone down the hall. She was just about to close the door when she spotted a tiny box sitting in front of it.
Taking the box inside she peered at it. There was a label attached to the lid, it read "A gift, from The Goblin King, Jareth". She stared at the spidery writing for a while, what on earth could it mean? She didn't know any one called Jareth, was this some sort of joke? Carefully lifting the lid she peered inside. Nestled carefully amongst soft bits of grass or moss sat a tiny glass ball. It wasn't clear, its centre seemed to swirl with shades of green and brown, not colours Henna would normally appreciate but there was a strange beauty in it. She supposed she would hear in the morning if the true owner was missing it, in the meantime it appeared to be hers.
Setting the box on her bedside table she got ready to go to bed. She left the lid off feeling oddly comforted by the presence of this strange "gift".
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 6:05 am
Day Two - Beginning
The next morning Henna was dressed and halfway out the door before she remembered the mysterious gift. It was still sat in its box by her bed. It was just a simple glass ball, some sort of paperweight, nothing of any value really, and yet she felt there was something important that she wasn't quite getting about it. She decided to tuck it in her pocket and take it to lectures, perhaps it would bring her luck.
The orb remained all day in her jacket pocket. It had a comforting weight. Occaisionally she would take it out and pass it from hand to hand gently. It seemed slightly warm to the touch and the colours within swirled as it moved.
When she got back to her room she took the ball and returned it to its box. She hated spending time in her room because she felt so alone and isolated. Today, however, she felt, well, less alone. Of course there was still no one there but it didn't seem so bad.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 4:50 am
Day Three - Awareness
The following day was a saturday, Henna didn't have any lectures. She generally spent saturdays in her room or wandering around town, there was nothing much to do. She probably had some essay to write but she felt too lethargic to even attempt it. Instead she lay on her bed playing with the strange paper weight, watching the colours swirl.
For some reason she felt the strong urge to name it, she tried a few names in her head, none of them seemed to fit quite right, what did you call a paperweight after all? Then a name sort of appeared in her head, Nirok, it seemed perfect.
Putting it down she stroked it gently with her finger tips.
"Nirok?"
From within the crystal it was aware of her, watching her. They would share a special link sooner or later. Jareth always chose wisely and always knew what he was doing.
At least that was what he told everyone.
Nirok. Yes it fitted.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 1:23 pm
Day Four - Communication
I wanted to find out more about her. Who she was, why Jareth had sent me to her. Every gaian recieving an orb had some sort of problem, some wish needing fulfillment, but this girl seemed alright. She was quite bright, fairly pretty, doing well in a good university. What need could she possibly have for me?
Henna liked to spend Sundays in the park if the weather was okay. She took the orb, she was thinking of it more and more often as Nirok, carrying it in her pocket. Funny it needed a name but didn't seem to have a gander. Almost as if it had yet to be decided. In the park she wandered around, there was frost on the ground and the trees were bare but the sun was shining.
She held me up to the light. It was so good to be out of that room, out of that box. I had begun to think she never went anywhere. I was so glad to be out I felt like singing.
She was just admiring the way Nirok seemed to shine in the sun when and odd thing happened. She felt a sense of contenment coming from the ball and it began to hum. Not loudly but just a soft persistent humming, a happy sort of noise. Without really knowing why she brought it closer to her face and whispered;
"Do you like the sunshine?"
The humming changed tone momentarily. It seemed to be agreeing.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?"
Again the affirmative change in tone. Henna was astounded. So much so she almost dropped it.
Finally she spoke to me. I had almost begun to give up hope that she ever would. Honestly humans can be amazingly slow sometimes.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 5:06 am
Day Five - (swiftly running out of titles)
She took Nirok to her lecture that day. She sat him on the side of her desk, perhaps he would be interested. Could a little glass ball appreciate poetry and classical literature? Maybe. It sat there fairly still, occaisionally humming a little.
When she got back to her room she set the ball dow on her desk and found it rolled straight towards her open text. It happened to be a collection of poems by T.S. Elliot. The ball rolled about on the page as if investigating it. It then rolled off and continued to hum happily.
"Do you like poetry?" She asked it
a positive hum
"Can you read then?"
yes again
It seemed Nirok was an intellectual orb thingy.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 3:57 am
Day Six - (given up with titles)
Henna spent the day reading poetry. It seemed that although he admired most poetry he had favourites. She had spent a good hour reading him T.S. Eliot when she began to grow bored of the pretentious prattle, she didn't much care for eliot herself. So she decided to try something different. Shuffling through her meager store of books she found the one she was looking for. An old book of poetry she had had as a child, mostly nonsense poems.
She decided to start with the Jabberwocky continue with a little Louis Carrol and then move on to Spike Milligan. The response from Nirok was quite surpising. The humming became extremely loud and seemed to vary across a nuber of notes. Was it laughing?
"You like nonsense poems?" She asked
A yes hum. So much for the intellectual idea.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 6:40 am
It was after the last lecture of the day that it happened. Henna was in her room planning to do some work then perhaps read Nirok some poetry. She had just placed the orb on the desk next to her book when it began to glow strangely. A pulsing greenish light seemed to emanate from it. Nirok's usual humming grew louder and more excited.
"Nirok?" She cried "What's happening?"
but the orb ignored her instead beginning to spin gently. The colourful light dazzled Henna so that it was difficult to see what happened next. It was almost as if the orb exploded yet was somehow still whole. And there floating above it, somehow attached to it yet not, was a creature. About the size of a young child and of vaguely human shape but with no legs, merely ribbons of matter twirling round the orb.
"Nirok?"
The creature turned his amber eyes towards her. His skin had a greenish pallor which matched the colour of the translucent wings on his shoulders. Wings!? That couldn't be normal. Yet what was normal about a humming orb that liked poetry and exploded into this delicate creature. She reached out as if to touch him.
"Is that you Nirok?"
He hesitated for a moment as if unsure about his new form.
"Yes. It's me."
In answer Henna could only gape in wonder.
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