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misterblackbird: (With Only a Backward Glance)
So this is to be my departure.

In all my time in the City, I never expected that I should know when I was departing. That was always the great pain and great risk of the City: to draw close to someone was to risk losing them when the City saw fit to send them away. And then there was a mourning like after a death--which I know well, as I have seen so many people come and go from the City. Never before has anyone known how soon or when or how he might leave the City. Here, we who are in the City now, we are the only ones to have this kind of bittersweet privilege, to know that we are leaving and to make preparations for that. Perhaps it was better the other way, though I'm not so sure.

I remember Lailis, the crippled queen; Megumi, who left and has returned again; I remember Princess Rue and Ahiru and Autor and Fakir who showed me such generosity when I first arrived here lost; I remember so many, both friends and foes. And Merry, and Riff--they've both come and gone so many times. And now I'll return to them again.

But for a little while. I have vows to keep in London and I hope that my father hears me again now, that I will not rest until the streets of London are baptised in either his blood or mine. And it will be his blood. Because that vow is only one of two I must keep. I will go to London and I will end this war between us.

And then I will go, by whatever means I may find, because I have found doors from my world to the City so I will find a door from my world to Daventry, and I will return to Rosella--I will return to my wife. As any soldier or lord would return from war. I have no doubt of this. I've made my vows here too.

I've packed my things in a trunk and a few bags--the things I brought with me to the City, the veritable clothes on my back from seven years ago, and all the things I've collected in my time here. It's quite a store of things, now that I've brought it all together like this. But, then, that's to be expected after nigh seven years in this place.

Rosella will take Kassandra and Noir with her, along with the rest of her menagerie. Kassandra I know she can keep well, though Kassandra could perhaps stay in the City as she fell out of the sky during a rainstorm some years ago. But she's coming with us. Noir only needs a little time in sunlight each day to keep his mechanisms running--best not to mention clockwork around Rosella-- whatever keeps an artificial cat moving. Rosella and I will say our own goodbyes properly and as we should, not here on the Network--

I've turned the Turnabout Cafe over to a young man who has been helping me with it for several months now, seeing to the day-to-day business there even though it was i my care. His family has lived in the City for several generations now, he says, and I have no doubt he'll take excellent care of the cafe.

I've walked through the Opera Abandoned a last time; taken a last turn about the City and Xanadu; I've stood a while under the cherry tree that never seems to lose its blossoms or go to leaf, the one I was told in perhaps my third or fourth day here that it was dangerous, and it was soon enough; I've set my affairs in order with the cafe and such funds as I had here; I have taken as last glance in the Fountain, watched the Carousel turn, and listened to the Clock. I wonder if I shall miss the sound of the Clock when I leave here. It's ticking slower than ever, but there's no malice to it now. It's restful, in a way. But I wonder if I shall miss it.

I shall miss the Opera Abandoned, I know. I shall miss this room I have claimed for my own--the one that Princess Rue offered to me but which Fakir and Autor stripped of anything and everything that could be used as a weapon. I have stayed in that room since. We kept the Opera Abandoned as a fortress then, and continued to do so for so many years. I put back in my own way what they took. This chair, that table, a lamp, bedclothes I preferred, books I chose myself, a carpet for the floor, some painting got cheaply for the bare wall, a secret place beneath the floorboards for my collection. It became my own place. A far cry from my house in Mayfair, but it was my own place.

I shall miss the ruin and grandeur of this place, the costumes hidden in closets, the trapdoors on the stage, the gilt and the cobwebs, the dust and the marble, the grand staircase and the great doors. I shall miss the performances we gave here, even once in the midst of a summer snowstorm--which I shall also miss, I think. I lived in only a very few rooms in this place, though I think I thought of the whole of it as my house. Save for the basement, which was the domain of Maestro Erik and He-Who-Kills, and woe betide any who would disturb their sanctuaries. I shall miss this place.

I shall miss the City, I think, despite the pains it has caused me. I remember how it was when I first arrived here, when I was wearied of an evening's ball and decided to walk home and saw a bright an inexplicable carousel turning down at the end of a dark alley. I don't know where the doorway between London and the City was in that alley, but I know I passed through it somewhere. And when I turned again to go back, the familiar streets I had left were no longer there.

I remember how confused I was, with the Network device and with the City itself. I should like to think I adapted quickly enough. Though I thought it was my father's doing at first, or someone in his organisation. Perhaps they'd drugged me and I was dreaming, or perhaps hallucinating. It seemed the most plausible thing--I even wondered if I was dead. And my father's voice rang in my head then-- A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth-- Little wonder it did; it still rings in my head, I won't deny-- And yet, the impossible became possible, and I have very much realised that the City is real, after all.

The bright lights of the City are dazzling, as are the voices and faces of those who live in it--even those who prefer the shadows to the light, much as I do. I recall before we had the coloured coins, we would pay for things with ribbon and bright bits of paper or pretty stones. I recall the stories of the Animal Trinity when they first visited the City--or visited the wrath upon the City, perhaps. I recall snow in summer and heat in winter and great storms. I have been transformed into a child, a woman, a cat, a crow, a sultan of some far Eastern country who attempted to sell a vampire named Radu to some other king, a man of times and places not my own, a madman--the City has done much and done much to me. And yet, this horrid and ugly yet beautiful and impossible place has held me here for nearly seven years. After so much time, how can I not think that I will, in some way, miss it? I've grown accustomed to its madness. I have learned how to live between the curses, as we do. I looked forever forward to its letting me free and thought that perhaps it would never let me free. But that day has come at last, nearly seven years on.

Seven years--Rosella, isn't there a tale about a princess staying silent for seven years?

There are so many that I wish to thank here at the last before I go: He-Who-Kills, staunch defender of the Opera Abandoned; Neil Perry and Todd Anderson, knights of Daventry and true companions; Megumi Yukimura, teacher and friend and one who recollects far earlier times and whom I hope I will never soon forget; Pai, who trails after me with silent questions and with her brother following her; and most of all Rosella, princess of Daventry, whom I know I will see again so very soon; all those whom I have known in the City, whether they be friend or foe, whether they are still here or returned to their own times and places. I have a thousand names and faces in mind as I write this. Thank you. Though I know there is always a risk of forgetting when one leaves the City, I know that I will not soon forget you.

I have promises to keep now--very old ones. Merry and Riff will be waiting for me. I am seven years late from returning from a party, though I doubt they'll know that. I have promises to keep to them and promises to keep to Rosella, to whom I have now promised my life.

The impossible has become possible in the City. That has changed us all, I have no doubt.

With that, I shall take my leave of the Network and make my way to that ring of doors down in Misery Square and I will search for London, for my home, in those doorways--

--and bid you all adieu.

~C.

[ooc: Bids you all adieu]

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misterblackbird: (Lulz NO Bitch)
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I never in the whole of my life truly thought I would say what I am about to say: I am on my way to my own wedding.

There was the possibility before, in my own world, that I would marry. It never came to pass. And the reasons for that are wretched and similar each time. I was married in the City before, too, but only for a day or two and only for a curse. This, I can say, is wholly different.

I am to marry Princess Rosella of Daventry, whom I love and who loves me in return. And however mad that sounds, I don't care.

I suppose it was only in the City that this could even in the least be possible. This impossible place seems to bring the impossible into possibility. Or perhaps that's we ourselves bring that about.

I had thought there would be more time, but it seems there isn't.

I'm not afraid of my father in the midst of this. I won't be standing there alone. Nor will Rosella be standing there alone. If he means to do her any harm, he will have to stand against me and a veritable army of her defenders and her. I know he's here in the City and I'm no longer afraid of him. I have stood against him long enough. And Rosella has stood against him too. He'll never touch her.

I wish Riff were here, and Merry, and even Uncle Neil. Riff, I know, would stand with me. I don't care what anyone might say about having a servant as a witness to one's marriage. We're practically eloping as it is, with everything hurriedly organised and rushed together. This is far and away not at all a state wedding. And I don't care. In fact, I rather prefer it. It's befitting of the City.

I suppose I'll see Riff and Merry soon enough. And London. I keep drifting back to that thought, though I don't want to. I've a wedding--my wedding--to see to, such as I can. I think I only need to arrive on time.

And I shall be there on time. I've a ring in my pocket and vows to make. I've other vows to keep, but they will keep and I will keep them. I think this, in and of itself, is some of the keeping of them.

This impossible City--I'm glad, here, at the last, that I found myself here so many years ago.

To all who have known me in my time here, to all those who have come and gone, to all those who have stood with me so long, thank you.

~C.
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[Private to Princess Rosella || Handwritten Letter]
Rosella--

It's only been a matter of hours, not days, since we last saw one another. I know: I counted it out. So why does it feel like absolute ages since then? I know absence makes the heart grow fonder, but this really is ridiculous.

We really ought to do something about this if we can. Time ought to slow down after this evening, not before. It's being quite inconsiderate, really.

Yes, I'm being overblown and insufferable right now and I honestly don't care. You'll have to endure my excess.

I can't wait to see you. I can hardly bear it. I'm counting out the hours again. Soon enough I'll count out the minutes. I can already imagine how it will be to see you, I can already see how the sunlight will fall and how the candles will shine and even how the flowers will glow with the light and how I know you'll smile until your eyes shine.

I can't wait to see that. I can't wait to see you.

With all my love always,
~C.

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[ooc: Please pretend this post was made earlier today. And you know you want to get in on this wedding over here. You know you do.]

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misterblackbird: (Mister Blackbird)
Rosella, when you see this, come up to the nursery as quietly as you can.

He's sleeping in his cape--again. He's completely besotted with the thing. He absolutely refuses to take it off.

I don't know if we were foolish to call him 'Kit' or if we were foolish to have the cape made for him.

~C.

[ooc: In this future AU, Cain is only a very few years older. And he and Rosella have married and been married for a few years. And they have a son. And their son is named Christopher, called "Kit." And Kit is perhaps three years old here. And Kit has apparently taken to wearing his red woolen wintertime cape and hood to sleep. Probably because the hood has fox ears on it. Baby foxes are sometimes called kits, you know...]

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misterblackbird: (Blue Moon)
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Rosella, may I speak to you this afternoon or this evening?

I thought we might walk near the lake and the rose gardens in Xanadu. It's a bit early for roses, but sometimes Xanadu's whims and weather can prove surprising.

~C.

[ooc: Things are afoot!♥ Please pretend this was posted early in the afternoon, when I was, IRL, trapped in an immensely long meeting. No! Life in the City carried on!]

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misterblackbird: (So Newly Charming)
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Well, there's only one thing that that noise can mean. By now, I'd quite hope I'd recognize it. It seems as though that peculiar 'Door' in the midst of Misery Square has worked quite as well as anyone might hope. It sounds like any time we've been inundated with visitors, but perhaps there's something more celebratory in it all this time.

As ever, I never manage to do as I say--to keep to myself, well inside, away from the windows and the Network, and all the rest. I've quite given up by now, really. I know I'm bound to appear on the Network, at the very least, and there always seems to be something I need to do on days like this. And it never seems to work entirely anyway when I do try to keep away, if only because it's rather difficult to keep away from all windows and it does become rather tedious. Sooner or later, I do find that I have to go out for one reason or another. There's the cafe, for example, that needs attending to for one reason or another--it might as well be open, on a day when we're likely to have a great deal of business. And that is all to say nothing of the fact that there are a few people who seem quite capable of coming into the opera house as they please, despite all our efforts to the contrary. And I don't think warning them about He-Who-Kills will do any good either.

I shall, however, keep a close watch for Merry. Riff, if he's here, will find me immediately, so I know I needn't even watch for him. He'll always find me. Merry, though, I shall watch for.

I haven't very much hope or wish for anyone else from my world to pay me a call. Although I do recall that my uncle came for a visit one year. And there has frequently been a young man come to call who seemed strikingly familiar but whom I'm sure I didn't know.

Although, there are yet others who seem to come into the City on days like this whom I should still like to see, even if I may not quite hope for it as I did with Riff and now with Merry so long ago and so often.

The little clutch of girls is back under my window, as I knew they would be. By now I'd be rather disappointed if they weren't there. It's still rather flattering. You would think they'd have grown tired of me by now, but perhaps that's the way time works in and out of the City. I shall be tossing them letters again this time, and I do hope they see this on the Network so that they'll be able to catch them. It would be a shame to have them fall to the ground unheeded.

And, yes, exciting as it always is at first, I know I'll be quite exhausted after a few moments of it. But I think I shall be a fool today and show my face. At least I'm quite aware of my own foolishness. And perhaps there's something clever in that.

Welcome to the City, I suppose.

Though why anyone would visit the City, I shall never understand.

If that 'Door' is working, though, I wonder how much longer any of us might have to endure curses and visitors like this. Especially if the 'Door' itself is working so well as this. I can't help but wonder, even in the midst of all this.

~C.
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[ooc: Hit him. Hit him gooooooooooood. 4th Wall away! Anything that doesn't match up or confuses him or spoils his ending he will forget or write off as madness. C'mon! Party up in here! Let's do this, one last time ♥]

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misterblackbird: (little!Cain (In the Know))
I don't recall coming to this place, but I suppose we must have arrived last night. Riff and I, I mean. I wouldn't travel with anyone else. Someone told me it's called 'the City', which I think is rather a stupid name for a city. Cities ought to have proper names, like London and Paris and Moscow and Rome do. Everyone talks about 'going into the city' and everyone knows what city they mean, because they usually mean London, but you can't very well have a city called 'the City' because then how could anyone know what city you mean? It's rather stupid, I think.

Perhaps it says something about the people who live here too, though I rather hope not. Most of the people I've met so far seem quite friendly. I went out into the town earlier today to see it for myself. There seem to be a great many children here, which I rather liked.

Anyway, I've not yet found Riff, but I suspect he's on some errand or other. I'm quite sure he and I must have arrived here very late last night and I couldn't see where we were because of the darkness. I would certainly never fall asleep on the train or in the carriage. That would be unseemly. But I'm not worried. He'll show his face soon enough when he knows I truly need him. He might even see me writing this and come home to tell me I shouldn't have written so much or been so unkind about something. Not that he actually scolds me. He wouldn't dare do that. But he'll tell me these things sometimes. I suppose he means well, though I don't always listen to him. I like it better when he brings me tea and keeps my aunts and uncles away.

I suppose that might be why we came here: to get away from my aunts and uncles. Do you see how I wrote that? With the : and everything? You see, you have to have an excellent way with words and know how to use them properly when you're an earl. And since I am an earl, I have to have an excellent way with words. It only makes sense.

I seem to recall that my father and I visited this place. That was before he died. I think some people must have made this theatre into a hotel, because we've certainly stayed her before. It's quite comfortable, I think. There are two cats here who seem to like me very much. And I think I like them very much too. I didn't have many pets when I was younger, but I suppose now I can have all the pets I choose.

Riff should come back very soon, I hope. Perhaps he's gone to fetch supper. If he doesn't come back, I shall have to find my own supper. And I know he'll be cross if I find something for myself. But I'm quite old enough to do that sort of thing. I've even a bit of money I can spend if I go back into the town again. I went out earlier today to take a look around. It's really a rather pleasant town and I like it quite well. I could easily see myself coming back here to visit again. It is quaint and picturesque but perhaps it is a little peculiar.

I rather like having such a thing that I can write on as I please. I needn't send this like a letter to anyone, nor do I need to keep it to myself as I would in a journal. It's rather like anyone writing something for a newspaper as he pleases, and anyone who wants to read it very well can. It's rather grand, I think.

And I think I will see to my own supper tonight. Riff can tell me that I shouldn't have gone out by myself or that he meant to bring me supper a little later but he can't very well stop me if he isn't here, now can he? Yes, I believe I will go out.

Good evening to everyone in 'The City' and thank you for your hospitality. It is a great pleasure to visit your city.

~Lord Cain C. Hargreaves
Earl of Hargreaves

[ooc: Cain has been aged down! He is now about 11 years old--we've seen youthful Cain before, I'm sure, but this time... This time, he's been aged down to just after his father has (apparently) jumped to his death. Which means that this youthful Cain isn't in his shadow or under his thumb. Expect trouble!]

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misterblackbird: (Only a Temporary Malady)
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Well, I suppose it has been some time since last I found myself in this shape. I seem to be a cat once again. It doesn't even deserve mentioning anymore. Though it has been quite some months since the last time this happened. I think I almost missed it--almost.

I suppose only in the City could I say that--that waking up to find myself turned into a cat causes me more annoyance than alarm--in fact, for a time, I had fairly come to expect it. I was quite sure that, on some weekend, most every month, I will be a cat. I've really almost become accustomed to it. I shall go to bed on a Friday night and wake up on Saturday morning with whiskers and a tail.

Though this seems not at all like those weekends when everything goes mad for two days. It seems that we're all of us creatures of one kind or another.

Still, in all these days and weekends as a cat, after a little adjustment and after Kassandra and Noir have seen to me and have me as well turned out as a cat ought to be, I've learned a bit from having woken up those whiskers and that tail so many times before. I can turn on and use my Network device, as well one can see, get myself out of my room, up across the roof, out the window, down to the kitchen, through secret passages, into the cupboards--nearly anywhere I could go as a human, and perhaps more places, given my smaller size.

But that's enough of that. I spent the morning roaming the Opera Abandoned--I have my favorite passages to wander there--and wander them, I most certainly did. I frightened no small number of mice, but caught a few of my own. But all in fun. I let them go again after I'd had my fun. Now I think I had still better see to the Turnabout Cafe, where I have no doubt that I'll be given a dish of cream instead of tea. Though I doubt if I'll be able to spend the entire afternoon there. There's rather a lot I should like to see as a cat again.

And, of course, there's always the first part of the evening to enjoy. Because, really, I have found that evenings are remarkable when seen through these eyes.

So I think I shall leave off this pattering typing and go about my day and all my cat-like errands.

~C.

[ooc: Cat-like typing detected! Kitty!Cain is a kitty again ♥ Because he really does make such a remarkably fine cat. He'll be roaming the opera house and trotting down to the Turnabout Cafe here shortly.]

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Le Rêve

Jan. 1st, 2014 04:35 pm
misterblackbird: (Blarg i iz ded)
Le Rêve )

[ooc: Caution for some creepiness in this dream--as is customary, the latter half was inspired by a dream I had...last night, actually. Whoops. Cain's dream is open to all, though it's maybe less interactive than some of the previous times his dreams have been open. But feel free to explore the church even without Cain present (there are things behind different doors), feel free to speak to Cain while he's walking from one place to another (time is funny in dreams) and feel free to sneak in and listen to the devils, of course. Whatever you'd like!]

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misterblackbird: (With an Edge and a Charm)
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I should have known this curse will come upon us sooner or later this month: mistletoe growing from every corner and doorway. I can hardly think of a better sign of the season in the City than this. Truly, it is splendid. And one must, of course, observe the custom of the mistletoe. And the City shall, indeed, enforce that custom.

Yes, laugh at it for the moment, if you like, but it's never as amusing as one might expect. It's tiresome and it's frustrating and I'm quite sure the Network will be full of apologies tomorrow. But there's no stopping it, of course, as there's no stopping any of the curses--neither the growth of the plant itself nor the compulsions that come with it. It's a wonder we're not all strangled or poisoned by the stuff by the end of the day. And it is quite poisonous, you know.

It's sprouting from the ceiling and from the side of my desk at the moment. I can fairly watch it growing. I almost think I can hear it. And, of course, it's in every archway and on every lintel and hanging from every lamppost. So there's no avoiding it and its effects. The City has seen to that very handily.

One could, in theory, avoid this curse, if one tried--if one were to keep indoors or avoid the mistletoe itself or others. Of course, one could find a plant growing from one's hat, as has happened to me before, which can undo all of one's efforts.

But I almost wonder if it's quite worth the effort.

I don't care. I've things to which I must attend. I've endured this curse and all the curses of this City long enough to begin to cease to care about any of them. I'm going out anyway.

~C.

[ooc: Yes, he is going out. He'll be around the City in lots of ways today, so feel free to action it up in the comments~]

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misterblackbird: (So Newly Charming)
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Well, there's only one thing that that noise can mean. By now, I'd quite hope I'd recognize it. So we're being inundated with these 'tourists' again, it seems.

As ever, I never manage to do as I say--to keep to myself, well inside, away from the windows and the Network, and all the rest. I've quite given up by now, really. I know I'm bound to appear on the Network, at the very least, and there always seems to be something I need to do on days like this. And it never seems to work entirely anyway when I do try to keep away, if only because it's rather difficult to keep away from all windows and it does become rather tedious. Sooner or later, I do find that I have to go out for one reason or another. And that is all to say nothing of the fact that there are a few people who seem quite capable of coming into the opera house as they please, despite all our efforts to the contrary. And I don't think warning them about He-Who-Kills will do any good either.

I shall, however, keep a close watch for Merry. Riff, if he's here, will find me immediately, so I know I needn't even watch for him. He'll always find me. Merry, though, I shall watch for.

I haven't much hope or wish for anyone else from my world to pay me a call. Although I do recall that my uncle came for a visit one year. And there has frequently been a young man come to call who seemed strikingly familiar but whom I'm sure I didn't know.

Although, there are yet others who seem to come into the City on days like this whom I should still like to see, even if I may not quite hope for it as I did with Riff and now with Merry so long ago and so often.

The little clutch of girls is back under my window, as I knew they would be. By now I'd be rather disappointed if they weren't there. It's still rather flattering. You would think they'd have grown tired of me by now, but perhaps that's the way time works in and out of the City. I shall be tossing them letters again this time, and I do hope they see this on the Network so that they'll be able to catch them. It would be a shame to have them fall to the ground unheeded.

And, yes, exciting as it always is at first, I know I'll be quite exhausted after a few moments of it. But I think I shall be a fool today and show my face. At least I'm quite aware of my own foolishness. And perhaps there's something clever in that.

Welcome to the City, I suppose.

Though why anyone would visit the City, I shall never understand.

~C.
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[ooc: Hit him. Hit him gooooooooooood. 4th Wall away! Anything that doesn't match up or confuses him or spoils his ending he will forget or write off as madness. C'mon! Party up in here!]

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misterblackbird: (Papercuts)
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There was a man, a mad doctor, in London who was fond of collecting the eyes of young women and preserving them in jars.

Perhaps he did mean to use those eyes at the end as part of an arcane black magic ritual.

And yet, all the same--

I never in all my life thought that I would come to understand him so well as I do now.

~C.

[ooc: So very cursed, but trying to resist. After all, his brother's the mad doctor's motivations were quite different from what he believes are his own now.]

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misterblackbird: (Show You Every Scar)
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I realised this morning that I'd given precious little thought to the ordeals of last week. In particular, it was that realisation that struck me more than the ordeals themselves.

A curse quite literally exploded in the midst of the City and I scarcely paid it any mind.

I know full well why I didn't: I was quite sure that, somehow or other, it would be resolved. And, if there were to be trouble to follow, then there would be trouble to follow. I had a plan in mind already. So perhaps I did pay it some mind. And yet, it didn't trouble me.

When I first arrived here, more than six years ago, I never would have expected that should grow so accustomed to this place, that the curses would become an annoyance more than anything, but an annoyance more akin to bad weather rather than something worthy of being called a 'curse'. Even a curse exploding struck me more like a storm to be weathered than anything.

No, I never expected that I should grow so accustomed to this place, going about my routine here, with half of it being so much like my life in London and half of it learnt from my time here in the City.

I recall what it was like when I arrived, so I do sympathise with anyone who's newly come to the City. I do recall the confusion and anxiety that was rather ever-present in those first days and weeks. It was no small thing to become even moderately accustomed to life in the City, with the curses and the 'deities' and all else.

And yet, I've been here for so long that perhaps there's nothing yet left that the City can do to surprise me. I've seen 'deities' come and go, and now I've seen the whole set of them go, to be replaced by a handful of I'm not sure what. Something better than the 'stewards,' I'm sure, but I think I'm the only one who remembers them as well.

Each individual trouble is trouble enough, to be sure. And I am certainly looking towards October with enough concern--for those who don't know, October is somewhat infamous in the City for its particularly gruesome curses, so do consider yourselves warned.

But I wonder sometimes if I am ever to go home. Or has the City itself chosen me for its own. I refuse to believe in things like fate and destiny. Nor will I submit quietly to the will of another--even if that 'other' might be the City itself.

But I do wonder sometimes. And it troubles me now to realise how very slowly and very quietly I've become so accustomed to this place. And how I must refuse that, if I am to accomplish what I must--either here or in London.

I wonder if it would do me well to revisit the places I went when I was first here, to remind myself of what I vowed then and what I must remember now.

~C.

[ooc: I'm sorry I've been so quiet with Cain lately. Please do come talk to him ;; He needs new CR after having been here 6+ years! Also, no, he isn't cursed today...but one never knows who he might encounter~]

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I can hazard a few guesses as to what's been going on all day, though none of those guesses seem especially pleasant. I shall count myself fortunate that I seem to have been missed by this curse--though I'd thought that we were to be seeing the end of them soon, but I suppose that's how the City itself would have it. I've been trying to piece together some observations about the City and the curses, especially given what these newcomers have been saying of late about it all. And about how their attempts to stop the curses haven't met with much success.

Still, the cafe has been busy enough today. I wouldn't have thought it an especially romantic location, but it seems to have attracted a rather surprising number of couples coming in for a cup of tea or a coffee together. And new couples, it would seem, given how astonishingly affectionate they seem to be with one another.

Now, I must say that I'm on my smaller Network device here at the cafe itself. I've been here for the better part of the afternoon. At this point, I'm trying to look busy while I watch someone here. Because there seems to be a young lady who's rather fixated on me. In fact, I think she gave a few threatening stares to someone who was simply inquiring after something. Most of the time she seems to be staring at me.

I'll be honest and admit that this is far from the first time I've had someone staring at me. But there's something in this stare that's unsettling me. And I will admit that it raises a few darker suspicions in my mind. I've not heard word of my father in some time. It wouldn't be below him to draw in someone as young as this girl to his following. I don't recognize her from London, but I know my father has made allies in the City before.

And if she is one of his allies and if she should see this Network entry, then let this be a caution to her.

I wish I knew why she was staring. I'm watching her over the top of my Network device even as I write this. As I said: I'm making a show of looking busy.

I wonder if I've not been so missed by this ordeal as I expected. I feel absolutely nothing, but I wonder if the same is true for everyone in present company.

I'm not sure which I'd prefer either, though: that someone far too young for me seems to be infatuated with me or that my father might be gathering his forces again.

Probably the former would be better. At least that will end at midnight.

~C.

[ooc: Oh dear. It would seem that [personal profile] sleepingstar has developed something of a schoolgirl crush on Cain. No, Cain doesn't return the affection. In fact, he's rather concerned by it all. All that staring and so on. It's, ah, rather a bit too much like the way a certain someone in his own world behaved around him. And he isn't fond of her either. Ah ha ha... Oh dear...]

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I suppose it is too much to expect any kind of peace in this place to last.

But, no, of course it can't. Even when we're given promises that we'll no longer have to suffer curses, even when we're shown that those curses can be held off, even when we're inundated with visitors who are treated more as honoured guests than as prisoners like ourselves, even when we're beginning to see that we might very well be given our freedom if we so choose it. No, of course none of that can last.

It's as though there's something in the very fabric of the City itself, something in the foundation of the place, something in the very ground on which it sits that sets itself forever against us.

I'm not ill, and I count myself very fortunate in that regard. And this is no mere curse. It's gone on for far too long.

I don't put the blame for it on the new regime here in the City--I'm not even certain what to call them yet. I could, and I might have in earlier days or earlier years. They remind me at times of the 'Stewards', who claimed to be able to send us back to our own worlds but meant really only to capture us. And yet, the 'Stewards' were excessively benevolent and seemed to bear no faults. These newcomers seem very much to have faults and they're not wholly benevolent. I can't trust them entirely, but they strike me as markedly different from what I've seen here before.

But still I wonder what the significance of it all is. Of this ordeal itself and of their responses to it and of their being here at all and all that's gone on in the City this month.

It's something to untangle another time.

~C.

[ooc: Not sick! But he is helping out with a few essence rites. So there's that. Which is nice. I guess. Sorry for my fail with Cain of late too. Just by the by...]

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After all we've endured and now it seems that the tourists are back again today.

And this time, I actually did as I so often said I would: I kept to myself, well inside, away from the windows and the Network, and I tried as best I could to properly recover from this last week and all its madness. These sorts of days are always very pleasant ones to stay indoors reading--even things read a dozen times over or more.

As it tends to go, I suspect everything will fall back to whatever passes for 'usual' in the City these days as of tomorrow. I can hardly call it truly 'usual', even for the City, but we'll go back to whatever it is we've been pretending to be 'usual'. The last few weeks here have been unlike anything I've seen so far in all my time here. And then that celebration, and now this. But that isn't my purpose at the moment.

I shall keep a close watch for Merry--and, if she should chance to see this, she'll surely know I am watching for her. Riff, if he's here, will find me immediately, so I know I needn't even watch for him. He'll always find me. Merry, though, I shall watch for.

I haven't much hope or wish for anyone else from my world to pay me a call. Although I do recall that my uncle came for a visit one year. And there has frequently been a young man come to call who seemed strikingly familiar but whom I'm sure I didn't know.

Although, there are yet others who seem to come into the City on days like this whom I should still like to see, even if I may not quite hope for it as I did with Riff and now with Merry so long ago and so often.

Anyway--I've shown my face on the Network now, so anyone who is looking for me can find me, I suppose. At least I'm quite aware of my own foolishness. And perhaps there's something clever in that.

The little clutch of girls is back under my window, as I knew they would be. I think they were there yesterday. By now I'd be rather disappointed if they weren't there, I think. It's still rather flattering, even after all this time. You would think they'd have grown tired of me by now, but perhaps that's the way time works in and out of the City. I shall be tossing them letters again this time, and I do hope they see this on the Network so that they'll be able to catch them. It would be a shame to have them fall to the ground unheeded.

Perhaps I'll even go down and greet them myself. A pity Riff isn't here or we should all have tea. Perhaps at the cafe instead. And would you care to join me? We'll make an afternoon of it.

And, yes, exciting as it always is at first, I know I'll be quite exhausted after a few moments of it. But I've had my day of seclusion--indeed, I've been rather holed up and keeping to myself in all sorts of ways of late, given the unrest in the City--once again, the opera house has served as fortress. And, anyway, I'm out today and these tourists certainly won't mind or care that I've only been about for today. Either that, or they'll be glad that I'm out and therefore available for their remarks. I seem to recall being insulted as much as I was greeted the last time. Somehow that isn't surprising.

Welcome to the City, I suppose.

Though why anyone would visit the City, I shall never understand.

~C.
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[ooc: Hit him. Hit him hard. Hit him with everything you've got. Anything that really unsettles him will either be written off as the ravings of a lunatic or fade from memory after the curse. (And, just as a side note, so everyone knows what I mean by that, Cain is from Volume 5 [North American numbering] of Godchild.) However, I think I'd prefer it if he not get completely spoiled on his own ending, but he can easily just forget what anyone tells him. Beyond that, have at him! Also! If you want to have tea with him, please feel free! Just start an action thread in the cafe :3c]

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[ooc: Cut for a large SFW picture of shoes. Playing the part of Cain's feet...Caru's feet! Thank you, thank you. They'd also like to thank the Academy. tl;dr: Cain's gonna try wearing stuff like jeans and sneakers from time to time. He'll probably keep on with the white shirts and black jackets. But with jeans sometimes. But it's a bit of an adjustment for someone who's used to wearing Victorian frock coats like...all the time. But I think he'll manage to do it with aplomb, don't you?]

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It is a strange thought to realise that I've now been in the City for six years.

I've been watching the calendar and had been--if not looking forward to this day, then at least anticipating it or expecting it.

Six years ago today, I decided I was tired of the usual conversation and the usual gossip at a party one evening in London. Perhaps that's what brought it all about, but that seems like a superstitious way to think about it, that some minor change in my plans brought these things about. But perhaps it put me in the right place--or the wrong place, as one might see it.

I left the party early and decided to walk for a while, even to walk home. And I think it was because I was walking that I glimpsed the Carousel at the far end of a narrow alley.

One doesn't often seen such things so unexpectedly appearing in London and I decided I'd take a closer look at it. I don't know where in that alley I passed from London to the City, or if it was only when I tried to retrace my steps in that alley that I found it didn't lead to London but only further into the City. But it was then that I found myself here--and I did think that perhaps I was, in fact, hallucinating or being deceived by my father and his wicked organisation. It took me some time to come to terms with it all. Perhaps I've never entirely come to terms with it at all. It was a strange and impossible thing, so far as I was concerned, to walk out of one world and into another, and to find myself bereft even of my enemies.

I owe a great deal of thanks to a great many people who are no longer in the City--Princess Rue, for the first, who encountered me so very soon after I arrived and offered me shelter in the Opera Abandoned, where I've lived ever since. She and Autor and Fakir--even if he didn't trust me at all when I first arrived--were very welcoming to me, as much as one can be welcoming in such a strange place. I think they stand out most in my mind among those I met in those first days.

And they were strange days, too. The City had just endured some massive ordeal--something on the order of an apocalypse, with demands for sacrifices for the preservation of particular worlds. I gleaned what I could from those who'd endured it, but there were few willing to say much. But that was at the end of the time of the 'Animal Trinity'--the cat, the harpy, and the dog called Adrastus. He's certainly come back since then. I think there are others now who recall him.

It seems like it was so long ago. Though six years is quite a long time, I have to admit. Perhaps I can be forgiven for indulging in a little reminiscing, especially on the Network (and I don't feel like dwelling on other recent ordeals, unjust imprisonment and so on, even if that isn't the first time it's happened to me). I could scarcely understand the Network or use it when I first arrived. I remember asking more than a few people for help in creating the kinds of locks and screens I wanted for it. I think they've all come and gone since then.

It doesn't seem fair in the least that so many would have come and gone and I would be left here still. Yes, I was granted a fortnight in my own world some years ago, for what good that does. But since then I've been in the City and only in the City. I've endured more curses and more ordeals, I've seen great threats to the City itself, I've seen invaders and would-be conquerors come into the City, and I've found myself even coming to the City's defense more than once. The City isn't home--far from it--but I've come to know it. I've come to build something of a life here. I don't defend the City out of love for it, but out of a kind of desperation to preserver what little I have here until I am, at last, permitted to go home.

There are times when I've likened my being here to a kind of exile. Perhaps that's the most accurate likening.

I've had foes and friends alike brought into the City--and even foes in the guise of friends (or lovers, rather). I'm thinking much on Riff and Merry today, and how much I miss their company. I suppose I'll tell myself again what I said when I first arrived: that this is the same as a trip out of town by myself, and there's nothing unusual or wretched in that. Someday soon I'm sure I'll find myself walking back out of that alley again, as I did that fortnight. I'll find myself looking at a clockwork carousel in a toy shop window and half-remembering the most peculiar dream I had of a strange city beset with curses and ruled by 'deities'. I'm sure that day will come, though I wonder sometimes when that will be.

I do miss London--and that longing is only made worst around this time of year, on this peculiar anniversary. More than London, I miss Riff and Merry and perhaps even Oscar (though I'd be hard-pressed to admit that any other time of year) and even my Uncle Neal. But my father is here, so there's work for me in the City. And I know full well that everything is waiting for me when I return to London at last. Six years have passed for me here, but perhaps only six seconds have passed in London. Shall I look on my time here in the City as a blessing or, perhaps somewhat humourously, as a curse? This place is all things that are impossible in my world--it's irrational, it's illogical, it's impossible, and yet here I sit in the midst of it, having witnessed all its madness for years.

I feel almost like I ought to lay eyes on the Carousel again today, listen for the perpetual ticking of the Clock (whose mysteries I was determined to solve when I first arrived, but how little we still know of it), drink a toast to the City, and walk the streets I wandered when I first arrived.

Perhaps I will. Perhaps I will go out and visit these same places, in the City that is both monstrous and wondrous.

~C.

[ooc: Yes, that's right--Cain has been in the City for six years as of today. Happy POLYversary, Cain. And may you have many more ♥ He'll be taking a walk around the City today. Feel free to encounter him on the Network or in the street--especially around the Fountain and the Carousel.]

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A second day aboard this ship. It's now late afternoon, perhaps early evening, on this second day. It's a marvelous ship, I will say that. It's as fine as any of the great vessels that set out between Britain and the Continent, or even Britain and the Americas. Perhaps it's even more fine than those. I think it must not have its like anywhere--perhaps in any world, and wouldn't the 'deities' be fond of such an idea as that?

Still, it cannot be what it seems. I know that much.

Given what I've seen in my time in the City and its curses, I would have expected the worst to have struck last night. The ship ought to have collided with something, sunk, been beset by pirates, or attacked by a sea-monster by now. By now we all ought to be rushing for the lifeboats or using bits of the ship to fend off our would-be attackers. And yet, there's nothing.

But I suppose there's still time for all that, even now. Perhaps we're meant to celebrate for one day and suffer for the second. But the time left for that is growing short. And I am most certainly watching for what might come of it.

But there's something more and--if not worse, then certainly more curious going on aboard this ship. I won't say more than that. I have my theories, though-- My father is yet in the City and he may have someone aboard this ship-- But I have my tasks too, strange as they are-- There are questions to be answered, to be sure-- Riff, I'm going to take a chance--

Well, it's been a pleasant enough voyage, I suppose, if a little rough. My fellow passengers could be a little more accommodating or polite as well. It doesn't surprise me that they aren't, the City being what it is.

So, here I sit for a second day.

I will say that I am looking forward to midnight tonight. But another close call like that between now and then-- Who is he?--

~C.

[ooc: Strike-outs are deleted! Cain is currently targeting Isaak Sirko in the course of all the boat-related shenanigans and Isaak is targeting him. And each may now have a notion that the other is after him (maybe). The point is: gentlemen in eveningwear having immense bloodstained battles. It's the best. Right now he's holed up in his room, tending to a few scratches and near-misses, and scheming.]

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