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Lawlz, Carolyn is watching the election on the Democratic bias CNN. Good thing I lean toward the blue~ So I appologize for yet another election journal XD

Like, I don’t want to start any arguments, but Palin scares me. Watched any debates with her? Staring. And smiling. ALL. THE. TIME. D: *cries*

…The only one I really like is Biden. :/ Does that make me weird? Oh well. I’m just kinda glad it’s gonna be over soon. I really don’t care who wins, AS LONG AS IT’S DONE. I’ve done so much in Government, arrg. I dun like politics.

I can’t vote yet…. *sob*

And I’m off to continue to watch how things turn out while eating popcorn~ :heart: Because I is very tired and not so happy that I was born a women. *mad face*

Hope you all have a nice next four years! ^w^ For Carolyn is very secure as far as college goes, so she says all you fanatic politician peoples can suck it. >8D
 

Truely, it's even amazing that this POS comp is letting me type this. I thought I was going to have to wait untill Friday to use meh mommie's work laptop.

In more interesting news, I have lots of pretty pictures to go along with my recent Temeraire fling. BUT THE COMPUTER CRASHES WHEN I TURN THE SCANER ON. 

So it's back to the ole crappy camera and photo upload route. Just what I allways wanted. NOT.


...I even wrote <ljuser=t_lyrical>'s Tharkay/Laurence fic. But I have no means of typeing it up before the blue screen of doom comes and slaughters my computer again. D: All this and driver's ed makes for a very stressed and sad Carolyn.



And so, for the hell of it, lets have a little fun with this meme thing I founds going around:

One True Pairing Ship:
Canon Ship:
"If this happens I'll stab my eyes out with a spork" Ship:
"You are one sick bastard" Ship:
"I dabble a little" Ship:
"It's like a car crash" Ship:
"Tickles my fancy but not sold just yet" Ship:
"Makes no canon sense but why the Hell not" Ship:
"Everyone else loves it but I just don't feel it" Ship:

Heyo everyone!! I'm posting some terms from le most AMAZING show Le Chevalier D'eon for others to reference~ ANY info here was gathered from watching it in Japanese, watching it in English, and reading the handy dandy little booklets that came with the DVD.

If there's a term I left out, poke me and I'll add it! 

Terms from ‘Le Chevalier D’eon’

Poet: A poet is a magical master of words. The use lines from the Book of Psalms held in the Holy Bible to create new Psalms and do numerous things with their powers. (See ‘Psalms’ below)

An average poet can do much of the following (An ‘+’ will point out the ones only a veeeeeeery powerful poet is capable of):

*Create and control “Gargoyles” (See ‘Gargoyles’ below)

*Reverse the Gargoyle process – Thus saving the unlucky victim +

*Heal wounds – Even to the point of re-growing lost body parts

*Alter/destroy objects and structures

*Kill people at a distance

*Do battle with other poets

*Cheat death – Through a gamble with someone else’s life +

*Reach out to someone’s soul +

*Appear as an apparition +

Psalms: The Book of Psalms can be found in any Holy Bible, and it is from this collection of 150 poems that the poets draw their power. The Psalms used in the series are not actually certain poems, but are a collection of certain lines from different Psalms.

i.e., in The Psalm of Vengeance the line “Put them in fear, O Lord, so that the nations may know themselves to be but men” is found in the Bible under Psalm 9, and another line “For the enemy hath persecuted my soul, he hath made me dwell in darkness, like those long dead” is found in Psalm 143.

The re-combined verses of the Psalms are where the Poets draw their power.

Gargoyle: A Gargoyle is a twisted servant of the Poet who created it. They are characterized by increased strength and agility, grey skin, gold mercury clouded eyes, and the symbol ‘H.’.O’ somewhere on their bodies. (See ‘H.’.O’ below.) Gargoyles are nothing more than mindless monsters subject to the poets will, and the only ways to kill one are too either break the seal reading H.’.O or to mortally wound and kill it (which is very hard to do). Said mercury also has a habit of leaking out of the gargoyle.

A Gargoyle can not be returned to it’s pre-gargoyle state by simple breaking the H.’.O seal, it will die because most of it’s body fluids have been converted to mercury. BUT a Poet can use the power of the Psalms to reverse the gargoyle process and re-convert the mercury.

The victims of Poets don’t have to be human even they usually are. Dogs and rats have been regularly used by Lorenza (See ‘Lorenza’ in the Character Post), and it’s possible that other animals could be used.

H.’.O: or “Homme : Oparte” is the symbol of the Poets. ”Homme” means “Man” in French, and “Oparte” means “To Wish” in Latin, so H.’.O is Man’s Wish or Desire. The words of two languages become one and take on a new meaning in the word “Metamorphose” or “Transform”. When this symbol is engraved on a person or animal, they become a gargoyle.

NQM: Pronounced “Naqam” it is a Hebrew word that means “To take vengeance”, but it also means to wish for the return to harmony after chaos. It is the symbol of Le Secret du Roi, and it shows a persons connection to the secret organization, usually displayed on a rosary, but it has also been seen on a pocket watch, shotgun, and sword.

Knight: A Knight was originally a mounted soldier, and was a rank given to nobles who went through certain training and preformed feats of valor. But when times became more peaceful, being a knight was more of a title than anything. The military title of someone that has been declared as a knight is “dragoon” or an armed soldier trained to fight on foot but transport themselves on horseback. 

Character post coming soon~!!! <3 <3 <3

----Well, here it is! Carolyn's appy thingie for Temeraire! I'm going to fail horribly, but oh well....----



Temeraire was always curious about new ideas and how things worked. When he first hatched, Laurence had to explain in its entirety how the ship’s rigging was put together and what it did. That was back when Temeraire had no distinguishing frill or tendrils and was still small enough to fit in a cabin’s hammock, while the oceans rocking would put him to sleep.

Temeraire was ecstatic to learn about the world beyond blue waves and ship life. He soaked up knowledge like a sponge, with a perfect memory for the words in the books he had Laurence read aloud again and again. There where books on mining the gems he treasured, books on history and literature, books about plants, about animals, and math, and cultures that thrived far away… there was just too many to count! His favorite books where about dragons and poetry. How many times had Temeraire insisted that Laurence read from the collection of Oriental stories that the nice Sir Edward Howe had givein them? In China dragons wrote beautiful poetry that he had tried to convey to Laurence, but much of the meaning was lost in the translation. Temeraire had even tried to compose some himself, even though he didn’t think they where all that great..

Oh, China had been great fun, though Yongxing had tried to separate him and Laurence at first. Something about how only the royal family could have Celestials. The same declaration Temeraire had made to those mean Navy officers still stood: Should any one try to take Laurence away, they would be promptly squashed. Temeraire didn’t care whether or not his Captain found the solution a bit drastic.

But the rest of China was nice. The people and dragons both had been extremely friendly. Especially Mei.

Temeraire didn’t really understand at first back in England why the Aviators where soooo eager to go to the city when they had leave. Apparently, there where stores to buy stuff and musical concerts to go to, and something called a ‘whore’ or a ‘bar wench’ to spend time with. Aside from the music, it didn’t sound all that exciting.

Mei had answered that question.

The streets in the cities in China where big enough for open markets and dragons, as Temeraire nearly spun his head off his neck trying to look every which way at once. His favorite thing by far was the fact that people backed away from his path in respect, not fear. Back in England, most would have run and hid if a full blown heavy weight dragon came waltzing through London. Temeraire thought this fear was silly, and said so, because he’s wasn’t going to eat them and he would be very, very careful not to step on them either. (Laurence told him not to worry about it, and doubted that the Celestial would have fit in the narrow alleys anyway.)

Temeraire was depressed more easily as of late. Seeing all of the wonderful things dragons did in China made him relies just how much his friends where missing out on in Europe. He argued that they where treated more like property than individuals, dragons had no rights, didn’t get pay or anything, and worse yet, had to eat things raw. Temeraire had gained a preference for cooked meat, even vegetables, on the voyage east. He had a tendency of dwelling on such matters and sulking for hours on end, thinking up ways to convince others to help him change how things where done.

But seeing as he was now stuck in a self made clearing next to a strange city listening to some strange ticking sound, he doubted any of that would happen soon…

Testing, un, deux, trois! FRENCH BABY!! XD I'm just makeing sure some of teh code works~! 

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Huh. CHIBI!!! How does it work again...?

Oh, wait, I fixxy.... IGNORE THIS!!