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[cakeandpain]

Why do things like diaries exist? There's no point in recording each act of your play when it is useless and benefits no one. There's no audience member who will read it all at the end and be moved or laugh at the pitiful actions the actors took to stay onstage or to force the curtain from falling.

Except, of course, for him. A diary is a pitiful thing, but his ideals are pitiful as well. Perhaps forcing everyone to write one so I can give it to him as a farewell present would make the tragedy even worse for him. Knowing what went on behind the stage might possibly make each ending stab even deeper into his heart. A twist of the knife to cause him to cry..that shall be a wonderful reaction. It is what he deserves until he can come to the truth.

Comments

[notmynature]

Hey, buddy, I think I've got some bad news for you. We all kind of saw that. I don't know what the hell it means... do you write movies or or something? Oh, oh, wait, I got it, you're from way back in the old times and shit. Plays?

[cakeandpain]

[Why was the diary writing back to him? Was this some odd piece of Lost Technology that had gotten lost in the chaos of The Fall? He would have to show his Master this later. But, for now..a reply was in order. Even if Legato didn't really understand what this idiotic human-was it a human?-meant by 'the old times' or who they were referring to by 'we all'.]

I don't write scripts for movies. However, who are you? Why is this diary writing back to me, and what do you mean by 'we all'? I don't know what you mean by 'back in the old times' either. I am a pretty young calf.

[notmynature]

Oh, you're new. So, nobody explained this place? It always sounds kind of weird, like something out of a movie. Did you ever see that stuff where there's like a lot of different worlds?

[cakeandpain]

No. I simply opened a diary I found and scribbled down my thoughts. A useless act, but it did take some of the sting off living. What am I new to though? And I have never seen a film, though I do know that there are different planets in the universe.

[Audio]

[smokepraylove]

For the love of... [There's the sound of a few pages turning as someone who just discovered his own device comes across such cryptic writings. In the end he comes back to this page, the last one. For something that looks on the outside like a pocket bible, the insides are pretty haphazard.] Is this supposed to be a new Revelations?

[Legato will just keep on using text to communicate.]

[cakeandpain]

[Wolfwood was lucky that he and Legato had never spoke, otherwise, he would have picked up on his voice. As it is though, he just scribbles back.]

No, though the end is indeed coming. Apparently our books allow us to connect to other realities. They're quite interesting pieces of technology.

[Audio, then text]

[smokepraylove]

Wagh! [And then the text flows, apparently in response to what he's said. The book fumbles between his hands as he keeps from dropping it, trying to flip back to that last page, noting in passing an array of other writings, scribbles, and pictures. He'll focus on rereading those words that just appeared, making an unseen skeptical face for a few moments before muttering to himself while digging for a pen.] Some kind of lost technology? Or... [He considers it a lot more likely that he's finally just gone insane from the heat or dehydration or some such and is having visions. Still, for a hallucination, the sand in his shoes and the sweat and the need for a cigarette feel pretty distinct, as does the pen in his grip that he finally manages to fish out. The audio tapers out as he turns the page, tapping the tip there a few times before writing back, since the book is apparently feeling conversational.

Man, if God's chosen him to be the prophet to receive the New Gospel, what does that mean for the state of the clergy on this hellhole of a planet?]

What do you mean the end is coming?

[Text]

[cakeandpain]

[While the yelp and the sounds of the mans astonishment were amusing, Legato didn't smile at them, but there was something the man said that caught his attention. Lost Technology. So, this amusing, terrible human was from his reality too.]

That is what I mean, though if you think that this is Lost Technology too, then we are both from the same reality.

Audio;

[hunterofpeace]

Wow, that doesn't sound like a very fun play at all! With this kind of advertising, I don't know how many people you'll be able to get. Maybe you should try a different angle, like a love story! Everybody loves it when the handsome hero gets the girl!

[Text forever.]

[cakeandpain]

[Vash was incredibly lucky that he had never heard Vash's voice. Sure, he knew what the Plant looked like, as his brother told him, but that was it. It was why they were still looking for him to get the tragedy underway. So, he just continued to scribble in response to this stranger.]

It shall be a wonderful, beautiful play. However, it is a tragedy designed for only one audience member. There may be others who try to watch, but they shall find themselves pulled onto the stage as well. And a love story wouldn't give the right reaction to the audience. It shall be a play designed to make them think and suffer.

you wouldn't want to see Vash text, so audio forever for him;

[hunterofpeace]

[Had he been described as a handsome blonde outlaw, with a quick hand, and sharp wit? If not, his brother had undersold him and Vash wasn't happy with that at all!]

This really is horrible advertising. [That much was mumbled.] A play is no fun if nobody else can watch. Are you just starting out? Beginning can be the worst but you should try for a bigger audience. Do you have a name? I sure hope it's brighter than the description.

[Text, the sight would probably be amusing though.]

[cakeandpain]

[He had been more or less described as an idiot who clung to the beliefs of a worthless human being and had to be taught the error of his ways, especially for trying to kill Knives.

Vash wouldn't really be happy with that description, or the sort of play Legato had in mind.]

I'm not trying to advertise my play. I had no idea what I held in my hands until it started talking back to me. And it is not meant to be pleasant to the audience, though I shall find it very entertaining.

[Vash's suffering would be sweeter than any cake or dessert.]

The play hasn't quite started, as it's still lacking the audience. And I am Legato Bluesummers. Who are you?

[ifbymyhands]

Well, someone took their creepy pills.

[cakeandpain]

[Normally, Legato wouldn't respond to a comment like that. However, this device is interesting enough that he scribbles back a reply.]

I haven't. Pills like that do not exist.

[ifbymyhands]

You just reminded me of a couple of witches.

[cakeandpain]

There are witches in your reality?

[handwritten]

[x_battousai]

I have found that keeping a diary helps organize my thoughts. Though, I do wonder what kind of person might inspire such hatred as this?

[Text]

[cakeandpain]

But you are thinking while you're writing, are you not? There's no audience member that would care about the stained pages you leave behind, so they are worthless. It would be better to simply think..though this particular diary is quite interesting.

As for the person I am referring to, it is someone that tried to kill my Master, a person that is far superior to the cattle living and dying around him, though he fails to recognize this and refuses to see just how comical his viewpoints are.

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[x_battousai]

Sometimes, seeing it written down offers perspective. Or at least, that is what I have found.

That is troubling. Why would this person do such a thing?

[Video]

[material_guy]

Sounds like you got yourself one hell of a fucked up crush on someone there.

[Text]

[cakeandpain]

I don't have a personal infatuation with this person. Even as he is now, he's not someone that rotting hunks of refuse should even hope to love. He is far above that, though he fails to realize it.

[Video]

[material_guy]

What, another one of those low self-esteem chicks, eh? You puttin' him on a pedastol is probably doin' more to keep you from gettin' him than any kinda problem with you not bein' good enough.

[bookishnettler]

[OH GOD the second paragraph of that sure is ominous, isn't it. Hermione almost doesn't respond at all, but...]

Well... diaries are supposed to benefit you, I think. Unless, of course, you're very important and people want to read about you.

[Text]

[cakeandpain]

Both functions are worthless, though the latter is a little less so than the former. I would not change by pouring ink on pages, and there's only one audience member who would be affected by reading my script, or the scripts the other actors use to perform and keep the curtain from falling.

As for the actors taking peeks at each others lines and backstories, they're foolish, for they shall all eventually die. There's no meaning in doing so.

[Text] no worries if you don't want to reply to this so late! I lost the tag

[bookishnettler]

But calling us all actors doesn't make much sense. We aren't. We're not playing characters, we're just being ourselves.