The Mother

The brood mermaid holds a low rung in the caste of the working class. Taken as they come and cheaper than those in the sister-profession of prostitution, they are virtually disposable to the no-longer-quite-underground industry of larvae trafficking. In its quickly deteriorating society, the ruling caste has joined forces with masterminds of the underground, launching yet another "humane solution" to halt the growing problem of unwanted diffusion or dilution of noble blood. In an attempt to cleanse the hierarchy of all existing half-royal underlings, all brood mermaids who have knowingly reared seeds of the noble were drawn to scattered, isolated meeting spots with promises of rare reward--but what met them instead was, surely enough, the very rare Mother.

The Mother has long been a suspect of the mer race's nearest (but taboo) kin, very particularly due to the close resemblance they bear to the mer larva; though, unlike the mer, they retain their many eyes and globular body mass and do not moult or cocoon to reach adulthood. Their gender demographic or mode of reproduction has also been a largely speculated mystery, as it would appear that all members are born? and remain female. They are known in mer children's tales as monsters who lure and snatch away the misbehaving child.

Far too many generations have lapsed for the general public to recognize or remember that, in actuality, the legendary Mother has an affinity only for mer children in the larval stage. Sending and receiving globules of themselves, they "charm" away the developing larva, kidnapping them to unknown, un-mer territories, never to be seen or heard from again. However, they do not and would not even dream of wounding the child, as this has become clear; they treat and rear all catches of larvae as one of their kind with the gentlest mother's care.

But the brood mermaid remains.

She wails.

Sometimes...

I feel like this place should be torn down for the facade of pretentiousness it presents to the face of the world. We have all changed a bit too much, perhaps, but that itself isn't the root of the problem...
We can never tell each other certain things along a certain line because it was never a topic tolerated to begin with. Our silently banned subject since sophomore year.
Not that I'm even suggesting that this could be changed/improved in any way, by now. Our comfort zones have long-since been deeply set in place. The ones that happen to be too closely involved--well, they will have to know; but for the rest of us? We were chosen to remain in the dark...because, likely, we'd rather (or think) that we'd rather to choose to not know, too.

The majority of us would (probably, simply) rather be passing buddies than closer friends anyway.
But I still think it's rather freaky (odd coincidence?) that we--the majority, at least, it would seem--all...happened...to have become(became? at some point?) (more than?) close with one person.
Funny how in a (perhaps very) twisted sense, in this intricate web of promise of secrecy, he became our lone source of keeping in touch with how everyone is doing.
Or perhaps that last "our" was only a royal "we", and I meant only myself.

Jing is probably the only (distant) voyeur here. I may very well be a selfish bastard.

yuuzora (5:03:29 AM): There's a fine line between caring and being nosey.
yuuzora (5:03:42 AM): Or maybe it's a blurred line afterall.

But he needs his release, too.

Because...

How funny is this? That after all, the most intricate web of all webs of all...

is the system of listeners and confessors. To each his(her) own.

Private laws.

I am but an observer.

D8<

If anything, I think we do deserve a last post for 2007...even if one with little worthy (and much on whiny) substance, lawl lawl.

So Jing's been feeling quite the similar to how she did a couple of years ago when she used Shi-Painter for the first time (and thusly gave birth to the Baphomet/Medusa head 'kaki that was robbed of a proper bg due to n00bdom, then and now):
1) A certain admin (though a different one from last time) is as actively against archiving as ever, and
2) General lack of worship when this shit is clearly superior. Quoting yours truly from ? years back: "Come on, can people really not see how much ass this kicks, compared to the rest of the cheesy crappy anime bullshit that makes up 99.98% percent of the board?" So sad that this still holds true, lolol.
3) Oh self-love, how I love mee~

And thus the inspiration to (finally) apply to the personally much-admired Fearsome with the above~ Though said board currently hosts some lesser worthy pieces on its front page, it is still house to a number of masters I've grown to admire very muchly so. It may be weird (and muchly pressure-filled) to draw amongst them...I hope this newfound patience for moar details and decent-er bg's holds. >_>;

For nostalgia's sake, ho!

P.S. - Iowa is one TOO very snowy place. -_-;

Bucket

"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose.... The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning."

It is done; it was done. 'Tis wonderful how the dates line up so nicely.
The social face, the private face...it's nice how you I use them both so nicely. Well, thank you. (For you, I found that) I haven't thrown away being human. (After all...)

I must truly be starting to age nicely like old ladies (lamenting the loss of youth, love, and baser days) should, to have shed at least five years' worth of tears in a mere five days.

どことなくその悲しそうな顔もきっと明日には忘れ消える
いつからだろうこんなに瞳が死んだのは
"The sadness on the face will probably be gone tomorrow
When did my eyes become dead?" Can anyone offer a better translation? Jing thanks in advance.

Tuesday, September 18th 2007
Missed Biology in the morning and was 15 minutes late for Bio Lab.

Cramming for Chem quiz in 7 hours.

Q_Q

One more nostalgia post x_x.

Jing's obsession w/ calves. ^^

Hyo's the man in that relationship.

Olivia = oily? never got that one x_x

I think Maggie's still afraid of me. x_x

Rora and our similar hair for 1 year ^^

Rezu-molesting :3

Amy and the stuffed cat

and whoever else i forgot to mention because i'm really tired @_@

you better be coming back on alumni day: November......shit something.

Nostalgia pain is disgustingly filling....NO! O SHI-

if you bastards turn me emo, I'll burn your houses down x__________________x

Let's Go Backwards~

Does anyone else remember random memories? Let's share some~ :3

• Stealing Jing's Skittles and getting chased by Jing, who fell down (by tripping over her messenger bag with her Converses) in front of a classroom. I lost the bag of Skittles. ;_; (Junior year)
• Just sitting in a corner of the half-floor with Hyo and Rezu, discussing possible strategies (or things we can do after school).
  
• teh KOOL KLUB (insert positions and member titles here)
• Sitting around the guidance room with Hyo, doing nothing. Helping organize some storage room, inserting report cards into their respective folder slowly so that the lady wouldn't think we were messing up.
• PROM: (I'm sure someone else can comment more about this.) It was such a beautiful night (though I didn't expect it to be.) Everyone looked so elegant... I feel bad that I er, made John and Maggie late. They had to look for me and stuff since John's sister was driving us all to Waldorf=Astoria.
  

(to be continued...)

[Random image added by yuuzora]