"The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief"

Always when I need you.

Monday, August 20, 2007
10:19 PM

I had gone into the Trevelyan to find Talus. Instead the black bitch portia found me. As six foot of dark skinned scantily clad girl came barreling into my side nearly knocking me over, it was Cam that caught my actual attention. His sword was drawn, and apparently, mistook the unfortunate portia for me. Now that I think on it, I am highly insulted. Once he realized his mistake, his rage was as per usual, cast in my direction by way of blades and blood lust. It was the one time I was not prepared with the weapon Venor had made for me, and so the most I could do was attempt to avoid the blows and look for an escape route.

As I ducked under his arm, the boy with him spoke. Noemi. Then another voice, one directed at Cam, a voice from long ago. Trahkam came out of the crowd. As I turned to look, the blade of my foe grazed me. I didn't even feel the pin prick at that point.

Both Cam and the Pink bitch left abruptly. As I turned to Trahkam, my body gave out on me, and I was sunk into the most vile form of paralysis. He carried me to a clinic, and watched over me through the night. When I woke, it was still dark outside, perhaps the first or second ahn. He was still there and finally I could move. He provided me with an apartment in the Garden District. I have since moved furniture in and made it a comfortable escape.

I made the most of our night together. I knew it might be the last I saw of him for another three or four years. I cannot count how many times he has saved my life, and never once held it over my head. My first companion. I have known him since I was only a girl. I would do anything for Trahkam. Anything at all. Fate never allows us to be togther for long. I have learned to cherish the times we have. In the dark, I whispered warm near his mouth, "You always come when I need you."

"I won't always, Savana," he responded quietly, curling his arms around the small of my back. "Yes you will." He is divine sent. He will always come when I need him. Always.

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Because you wanted to know...

Who are you?

Erin, or Kaige if you like. I'm sure I'm called a number of other incongruous monikers as well that I'm not yet privy to.

So I was told..

I know. I'm sure you've been told, warned, advised, and possibly even threatened. I get the logs. Make your own judgements.

Um..what's with the kids?

I was not consulted in the munning of Nashoti and Sahara. Such SLs are (regardless of the state of the characters) joint between the two muns that created them. It was my request they remain NPC or at least to be included on the decision when they were munned. I was not. In fact I was told I had no right to be included in the decision. I was not even given the consideration of being notified. As such, anyone playing Nashoti and Sahara are not welcome, not authorized, and not acknowledged. Nor are they authorized to use the Vinquient SL in any way, shape or form in their play. Other than that, I have no comment on them.

So I have this slave..

Savana does not take on munned personal slaves. I don't have the time to devote to them, and because I do not believe in taking on a slave and not playing with it, all her chattel are NPC. If you would like to bring your slave into the Resurrection SL however, there are a number of avenues to do so, including being owned by the Rabid Sleen or the Strega Inn.

Do you only play PR?

Absolutely not. I play equally in both.

What does the Paparazzi thing mean in your profile?

Gorean paparazzi are the people that follow you room to room, sit and log your play hoping and praying to find something unflattering to share with others. They post about you in online rag mags, gossip heatedly about your life and your actions, photoshop pictures in an attempt to slander, etc. If you have people that behave like this around you, you have paparazzi. They take stalker to a whole new level of creepy.

How do I get a Resurrection or Paparazzi tag for my profile?

Just email and ask. I usually hand them out. There's nothing exclusive about them.

Can I use your map?

Sure. Just don't alter it please. If you want your house/shop/whatever added, ask me and I'll add it for you.

Will you help me create a new BC/Port Kar/Land of Misfit Toys/Random SL..

Most of my time is taken up by the story lines I have here. Since I don't like to half-ass my endeavors, I am not taking on other ventures at this point. Thanks for asking though.

How do I get the chance to play with you?

I am easy to play with. Just show up to a room where I'm playing.

Why do you block me?

If you are blocked, it's because I don't like you. A lot. Chances are however if you're blocked you know why. I am generally a forgiving person. I am not however a putz.

Will you help me with my pharmacokinetics/nursing/organic chemistry?

I am amazed how often I get asked this stuff. Go to class! Email your professor. I graduated, I don't want to do anymore home work. Would you?

I'm gonna gitcha!!

Take a number and get in line with the rest of the gun slingers looking to make a name for themselves.

So&So snuck into your SL!

Yes, I know. I know who everyone is in this story line. Whether or not they are honest. Just because I haven't called them out, doesn't mean I don't know. It either means I don't care, or I'm giving them a chance to prove they can be here or give me a reason to put their head on a pike. Which yellow brick road they choose is up to them.

You denied me entrance to the story line! Oh..Em..GEE!

Yup. I believe they call that karma. Though contrary to popular belief, it's not just because I don't like you. There's people in the SL I don't like. Being my BFF is not one of the requirements to play. If you are denied entrance into the Resurrection, it is because every SL you enter, you destroy. Many times intentionally. Every group you play with, you break up with your divisive and unstable behavior. Call it playing God. Call it tyranical. Call it creative cleansing. Call it whatever you want..just do it over there somewhere.

"I heard you're dead! [Insert lame ghost comment here in hopes of coming across edgy, cool and sarcastic, etc.]"

Strange Lifetime channel movie agendas aside..the information used to call the hunt against Savana was gained out of character. Completely. The "crime" was part of a story line that was being put on by the Resurrection. Said party(ies) were invited to play, to learn things in character. Said party(ies) opted not to. I do not accept blurring. Reading my journal, or lurking in a room and logging is not a valid means for gaining information for a hunt in my world. Nor is the excuse "He'd just know". If you disagree, I don't much give a crap. The scene ended with Savana losing consciousness. At which point I played the hit as grievous, though not lethal. That, in my opinion, was far more considerate than was deserved.

You will not bully me. No amount of snarky profiles, thought-jibes, lies, mind games, and threats to the people I play with, is going to change that. It doesn't hurt my feelings. And I assure you, I am hardly crying alone into my tea cup in an empty room every night. I'm not hurting for play. I'm not forlorn that you do not acknowledge me. I don't need your approval. So the next time you go to the Anti-Kaige Club for Pasta Night, you might let the rest of the legion know.

I made a far better ally than I do an enemy.

I HATE him/her/it! I demand you do something about it!

I don't want involved in your squabbles. No I will not remove people from the SL just because you don't like them out of character. I don't remove people I don't like, what in the world makes you think I'm going to boot people you don't like? Sucking up to me won't give you leverage. Neither will blatant attempts to throw what you perceive as "your weight" around. More likely you'll throw yourself overboard. The rules apply to everyone. I am a lot of terrible things, but a hypocrite is not one of them. :)