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The Journals of Two Time Travellers
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Posted: Wed, 12/04/2017 16:59 (7 Years ago)
This journal belongs to Asriel Lightwood.
If Nova is reading this, only read parts you recognize! We wouldn't want to mess up our timestreams. If Charlotte is reading this, shove off, this is private stuff. If Cossy is reading this, congratulations! You learned how to read! Impressive for a dog! If anyone else is reading this, STOP! There is potentially universe-shattering information in here and I kinda like the universe, so, please, put this journal down (how did you even get it in the first place??).
If this is future me or something, enjoy revisiting old memories! Or maybe don't because some of this is really awkward. Anyways, whoever you are, whether is a stranger who ignored my warning or Charlotte who needs to get her nose out of my stuff, have fun reading through my travels with my oldest friend, Nova. (And if you're reading this, Va, IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU'RE OLDER IM SMARTER!)
"Life isn't a fairytale. You have to make your own happy ending. The question is, are you going to be the hero, the villain, or the fairy who fixes everything but never gets the credit?"
Posted: Fri, 14/04/2017 09:12 (7 Years ago)
This journal belongs to Nova Eclipse Casteliana.
If Asriel is reading this, DON'T READ ANY OF THE AWKWARD BITS!! Or the stuff you don't recognise. Because that would be bad. Very. Anyway. If Myra is reading this, please don't. You'll incur my wrath. No lie. Also don't scribble anywhere. If Eliza or Angelica are reading this, well done! You adorable little alien cats have learnt how to read! Now put it away. If some mortal is reading this, I'd advise you to put this down. What's in here will blow your mind. Now. If this is future or past me, enjoy! Also don't forget to add stuff. Whoever you are, sit back and relax, and get some Chamomile Tea (my personal favourite). Just try not to spit it all over my journal if you find something life changing. Anyway, these are the escapades of me and my oldest friend: Asriel Lightwood, or Lightheart. And if Asriel is reading this I'M OLDER THERFORE I AM WISER SO RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!!
"Love doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep loving anyway, we laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes and I there's a reason that I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died, I'm willing to wait for it. Yes, I'm willing to wait for it."
Posted: Sun, 16/04/2017 14:39 (7 Years ago)
I've always had luck with me. How did I manage to escape a hoard of Winaque with just a backpack with a little food and scrap metal? Luck. Well, luck and good friends. Friends that are mostly dead now. I miss many of them.
You may be wondering where I'm going with this. The thing is, I'm going nowhere. I'm just wandering. I'm just waiting until I die. I thought... I thought I was going to die a few times. Yet I never have. Not yet. And sometimes when I wander, I find people... people I make friends with. Nova is one of those people. And it all started in Paris.
I don't know the date. I was in a hurry. But I was dressed nicely, I remember. Bowtie, collared shirt. I even traded my normal leather jacket for a vest (big mistake. Rest in peace, my only vest). There was a ball. I'll spare you all the boring details, but there was a lot of dancing and several French girls that thought I would want to dance with them. Also, a lot of champagne. And French girls drinking champagne that wanted to dance with me. Ok, back on topic. I was there because I had found traces of alien technology reads around Paris and I figured I should look around. Eventually, I felt tingling on the back of my neck, like something was coming. As soon as I lost my focus on the ball around me, I was pulled into dancing and soon found myself with a silver-haired girl. She was actually quite pretty, but I still had things to do, so just as I was about to tell her I had to go, a shriek echoed from a corner of the room and everything dissolved into chaos...
Oops, I have to go, Charlotte's yelling at me that there's a mutant lizard on the loose. Later!
Posted: Sun, 16/04/2017 14:54 (7 Years ago)
Paris, 1745. It was... September? Something like that. I was WAYYYYY younger then now. Probably about 1011? Anyway, I'm going off topic. So I was at this party, a ball, I think in honour of someone called Madame de Pompadour and I had actually taken the time to put on a nice dress (worst mistake of my life). Anyway, I'd put a perception filter over my hair (Which is silver, I made it look black) and I was just mucking around, flirting a bit, but I was really there becasue I had tracked a small flicker of alien tech, the bad kind. So I was very slightly drunk and I was thrust into dancing with this very good looking boy. I could tell from his face that he wasn't human, and just as the dance was ending, a scream erupted from the crowd and the entire room baisically went beserk. Wait, crap, I need to feed the cats and Myra is yelling at me to come and see something that's apparently bad. See ya later! Xx
Posted: Thu, 27/04/2017 01:30 (7 Years ago)
Crisis mostly gone now, thankfully mutant lizards are easy to reason with. Also easy to trick. Ok, back to the story...
Everything was chaos, but I weaved through the crowd and soon stood in front of the giant bronze serpent-like alien. I remember, in that moment, thinking Oh stars above I'm going to DIE at the hands of a SNAKE. SNAKES DON'T EVEN HAVE HANDS. I was always distracted at that age. Ok, I'm always distracted NOW but that's not the point. I soon gathered my wits and spoke calmly but loud enough for the alien serpent to hear over the screaming civilians. "I am Asriel Lightwood and I am the protector of this planet. I will not harm you unless the life of this planet or it's inhabitants is threatened, and will help you if you need it. Let me assist you and make this as easy as it can possibly be, please." The snake seemed to consider this, then it let out an amused, hissing laugh. It was basically over for that snake right then. I don't like being laughed at. But before I could make any sort of move, peaceful or otherwise, it lunged and snapped at me with it's gleaming, poison-coated fangs. I rolled to avoid being eaten or impaled and the acid-like substance on it's fangs brushes my vest, burning through it almost instantly. I tore it off (Darn it, that was my only vest, I remember thinking. Never did get a new one.) to avoid getting acid on my skin, which would have been bad. My skin was more resilient than a human's, but it wouldn't keep something as potent as that at bay for long. I looked up and that's when I noticed her, the girl I'd been dancing with. I realized she had been wearing a perception filter (I can see through them quite easily, but normally I can recognize the signs of one when I'm not distracted) and I could tell she definitely wasn't human. In that moment, I knew this was a person I was going to have to get help from. I knew she probably also knew what she was doing.
I didn't know she was going to save my life. I met Nova by pure luck, as I have with many other people in my life. But she was the luckiest thing I could have asked for.
Gotta go now, Cossy's pawing at me. I think she's hungry. Later~
Posted: Thu, 27/04/2017 19:40 (7 Years ago)
So the room was infested with crazy bronze snake people. Screams echoed everywhere, bodies tripping and stumbling to get away, so I attempted to evacuate the ballroom as the boy who I'd danced with confronted them. I hearded people out and slammed the door shut, my perception filter BROKE so my hair turned silver again. As I slammed the doors, I heard the boy say his name. 'Asriel Lightwood' he had said. I remember recalling that name, but not being able to place it. I locked eyes with him and I saw the fear in his eyes, but also that childish sense of excitement. And though my better judgment screamed otherwise, in that split second, I made a decision, though my dess was torn, my Dreamist marks peaking across my neck and trying to sneak from my sleaves. I was going to get out of here alive with this boy, Asriel Lightwood. And everyone would live. Everyone.
Looking back on it, almost 100 years later, I remember thinking that. It was only us then. No monsters, only us. I remember that.
Posted: Sun, 03/09/2017 11:58 (7 Years ago)
Anyways, where was I? Oh, right. Giant bronze snake and the silver-haired girl.
Her dress was ruined, and I could see the dreamist markings on her neck and arms. As soon as I realized she was a dreamist I wanted to sacrifice her to the Urio Elik in front of me (finally remembered what the species name was. See, Charlotte, I don't have the memory of a one hundred year old man). Man, dreamists are BAD news, the way they can make you see things that aren't there, and slip inside your head while you're asleep. I already have two extra souls in my body, it's not like I need someone else in my head. Trust me, they're annoying enough.
Ok, Astral is annoying. Amali's pretty helpful. I get off topic a lot, don't I? Anyways, after the dread of seeing a dreamist, I decided that I'd be ok with it as long as she was helpful. Unfortunately, in the several seconds I'd been staring at her, the snake decided to attack again. I noticed at the last second, too distracted by my colorful thoughts of dreamists, and managed to avoid being impaled, which is always nice. Except I did not manage to avoid the acid.
Oh stars it hurt. I'd experienced all sorts of acid before, even more now, but that stuff made me want to tear off my own arm just to get it away. I could feel my skin starting to melt, too, losing my protective shield on those spots. Needless to say, I avoided Urio Elik spit for the rest of my life. I snatched up a glass of champagne and doused my arm, which probably wasn't the best way to get rid of it, but I was exactly thinking straight. It worked, though, the burning stopped and I could breathe again, which is always good because breathing is essential to staying alive. So, that was good news.
Bad news was I was so preoccupied with keeping my skin on, that it took me too long to realize there was something cold and scaly wrapped around my ankle.
I had enough time to think Well I'm done for, before I was yanked off my feet. I immediately reached for my knife (I always bring knives to parties, Charlotte tells me that's weird), and I remember feeling triumphant that for once I was totally prepared. Then I realized my knife was in my vest, which was a steaming pile of fabric goo by now. I miss that knife almost as much as I miss my vest.
So, yeah, I was done for. No concentration for reality bending. I was going to die by a giant serpent, which was not exactly how I thought I would go (I'd much rather die in some more peaceful way, like falling into a black hole, but I'll probably die in some stupid way, like a heart attack). Then there was this huge crash, and the tail was gone. Still don't know what Nove did to this day, but she saved my life, so I figured I should just count myself as lucky, get to my feet, and kill me some giant serpent.
Oops, hold on, Charlotte's yelling at me about some freaky bunny with antlers or something. I'll be back.
Posted: Sun, 03/09/2017 12:25 (7 Years ago)
Wow it's been a while. Lots of adventures in happened. Yay.
The boy, Asriel, had nearly been impaled, and I have to meanly say I didn't like him at first. But, I had already promised to myself that I'd help him, so more fool me. Now, I have an ability that most Dreamists don't, because I'm a royal. Granted an exiled royal, but still. I can open tears to the Veil, which is a kind of midsection between the Astral Plane and the rest of the world. So I opened one and as I did, my marks turned blue. For me, that was a good and bad thing. The good thing meant that I was in tune with the Veil, meaning I could use it for any purpose. The bad thing was that the Urio Elik (Oh nebulas I remembered the name!) had noticed me and started charging towards me. I mean, it looked pretty pissed that I'd cut off it's tail. I can't even remember how I did it, but I'm pretty sure is involved a silver platter and some champagne. Then, Igrabbed the first weapon I could think of, my rapier, and managed to land a couple blows. Then, I used an illusion to make myself and the boy disappear and I dragged him by the injured arm (because I was feeling mean) and ran for the nearest door, entering and locking it behind us.
Posted: Sat, 09/09/2017 10:28 (7 Years ago)
Nova had grabbed me on my injured arm to drag me out, and my skin was sending so many pain signals that I'm still surprised I didn't lose vision. I mean, my vision got blurry, but I didn't blank out like usual. Still never have figured that out. Probably has something to do with adrenaline.
But man, Nova's grip was like iron, and I was way too exhausted to try to pull away very hard. So she dragged me into a nearby room, and only when she had locked it behind us did I manage to yank away my arm. I wanted to thank her, I really did, but I was much more worried about my skin. After all, the acid was gone, and it hadn't burned off all of my protective layers, which means I should be saved from further pain.
However, after a one-second once-over, I discovered the damage had spread too fast, and I hadn't gotten rid of the acid properly.
Sure, I got off most of the harmful stuff, but some of it had soaked into my skin. Which means that it was basically eating me from the inside out. Very slowly. Kind of disgusting, if you think about it, but I try not to dwell on those things for too long. They make me feel sick.
Nova started to say something, but I cut her off with a snappy "Shut up." That doesn't work anymore. Sadly. Apparently, I just startled her enough to make her quiet. For once. I really hope Nova doesn't read this.
I closed my eyes, and manipulated reality.
There are several problems with my powers. One, they're really tiring. Two, they require a lot of focus and concentration. Three, there are way too many ways to do one simple thing, and it's hard not to just take the first one. Usually, the first answer that comes to mind takes the most energy.
So when I'm healing something, it's not just a matter of pressing my fingers to the wound and willing it to close. I could move back time, restore it to what it was before the accident. Or I could simply make myself new skin and attach it to my injuries. Everything becomes more complicated when you have too many choices.
I chose one of the easiest. Just stimulate the cells and let them fix themselves. It takes longer, it'd be almost an hour before my arm would be completely healed, but it takes a very small piece of my energy. I could feel the warmth rushing to my eyes and fingertips, making them both glow golden. When the process was started after a few seconds, the heat and light receded, and I opened my eyes.
Words were exchanged. A few very angry words, mind you. I don't think I ever even said a proper "thank you". I also pretty much forgot there was a giant snake outside, but I was pretty sure it was trapped for the moment, so it didn't matter. There was a lot of discussion about how we were going to get rid of it. I suggested figuring out a way to take it back to it's home planet. Nova suggested killing it. That was a big argument.
But in the end, I couldn't have been more thankful.
Posted: Fri, 22/09/2017 14:18 (7 Years ago)
Ok back. I had an encounter with Asriel after about 60 years (in my time anyway). So whilst he was being a childish little carsect and all, I ripped off what remained of my left sleeve, and tore it into strips, bandaging his arm and revealing the exile brand on my shoulder along with the rest of the swirling black sygils that branded me as a Dreamist. I hate them. It makes me feel more like an alien then I already am, especially because I'm a banished Royal. It's annoying. Anyway, I actually made conversation with him at one point. "You are a stupid perrinos, you know that?" I said that at least twice during our conversation. That always makes me laugh, as in about three other alanguages (alien languages) it's a swear but it's kind of a compliment in Edreaman (my native language). I hope and pray he doesn't realise the double entendre in that. Oh please Mariano don't let him find out.