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Entry 437; Day 657
Oct. 7th, 2010 06:09 pmI've been here in the City now for nearly three and a half years, you know. I found myself thinking about that today, for whatever reason.
Now, most of you will hardly see that as anything to be proud of, but I daresay that it puts me at quite an advantage over you. For one thing, I've seen nearly every curse that the 'deities' can throw at us at least once. So where you might panic upon waking up as a mouse or a bird, when I wake up as a cat, I simply stretch and try to remember the things I decided I'd do the next time I was turned into a cat. And I do make a very fine cat.
I daresay, really, I handle most all of the curses with more than a little grace. I'm quite prepared for all of them anymore. I know well what to do. The City has no advantage over my in that regard.
Well, I am an earl, after all--a nobleman, an aristocrat. That's more than most of the lot of you can say. So while I may not be 'your grace', some grace is expected of me.
So, really, after three years, I've seen more than most of you and I remember more than most of you. In fact, I think I may be one of the few people left in the City who can recall the horrors the 'Animal Trinity' brought down upon us--and I only ever heard about that in secondhand stories. And now even those storytellers are gone. I've seen 'deities' themselves come and go, I've heard theories put forward about the Clock and the City, I've been told about misery and happiness, I've watched for patterns in the curses, I've seen horrors unfold before us all--murder, destruction--and I've seen wonders--the whole City lit with paper lanterns, transformations into something out of the Arabian Nights, masquerades and balls. And half of you--more than that--have no idea at all what I'm talking about. My own cat fell out of the sky, you know, just before we had a rain of money, and just after a rain of chairs and tables.
As uncouth as it is to discuss money, suffice it to say that anyone with some good sense took advantage of that ordeal. And certainly I did. I am an earl, as I said, and I do intend to live as one with my title ought. I may be residing in an opera house, but it's as grand as any proper manor, and far more interesting. It suits me better than some ordinary house. I know I'm rather extraordinary.
So fret over the curses, fear for October--though we're well into it now--and fear for your very lives and souls. I certainly have no such worries.
I can't say I'm entirely overjoyed at being a fixture of the City, but it has its advantages, I suppose. I'll be sent back eventually, and I wonder what some of you will do without me. Either way, I daresay that my own world quite prepared me for it. As I said, I am rather extraordinary.
There were crimes in my world, in my own city, as there are in most every city, of course. My city, though, London, really is the centre of the world. And to be in the centre of that centre was to feel the world spin around. Though I think the crimes in my world were somehow worse than some of the others I've heard tell of. An ordinary murder seems very commonplace to me. In my world, there were crimes where hands were cut off, eyes were stolen, organs extracted, young girls driven mad, women made into porcelain dolls, men sealed up into coffins far before their time. Can you really imagine living in such a place where such horrors had become nearly commonplace? Still, these things happened all around me. And when they did, I took it upon myself to investigate them. Shall we take for example the case of Jack the Ripper?
I solved that, you know.
The police, of course, couldn't. But they're all fools anyway. I solved it, and I shall know the secrets of those crimes forever.
Well, when one has a madman for a father, a madman father who sends all the monsters under his control after one, I suppose it does one well to develop these skills. I can solve any sort of riddle he or anyone might use to try and entrap me. I am keen with my observations and logical to a fault. I can bring down any 'magician' or 'charlatan' with all his mirrors and piano wire. I know the signs of murder, both by weapon and by poison. I won't be fooled by superstition or tricks. I am an expert shot, as Riff can well attest. I chased away my tutors as a child because I hardly needed them, as clever as I am. I'm more than skilled at playing the piano. And of course I can oversee my own household as I should--households, really, since I've more than one. And I've a younger sister whom I am bringing up to be the perfect young lady, as well I ought. I can dance, of course, and am so often overwhelmingly popular at parties. And ask any young lady about me, and I'm quite sure you'll hear more than a few things.
With all that behind me, I should think that three years anywhere would be overwhelming and exhausting for anyone else. Indeed, some bits of it have even followed me here, though I shouldn't be surprised about that. As I said, I'm quite keen in my observations, so I know quiet well what those 'bits' are up to anymore.
Still, I do sometimes wonder how I manage. But, of course, I do manage.
Perhaps I do sound a bit proud, but I see no reason at all why I shouldn't be proud of myself.
After all, I am extraordinary, and I am capable of extraordinary things.
~C.
[ooc: So full of priiiiide. He thinks he's just so much better than you. Also, apologies for lack of posting and tagging and generally...everything lately. RL has been trying to eat me, but I'e beaten it back with a shoe, so let us continue--for now. I'm watching you, RL.]
Now, most of you will hardly see that as anything to be proud of, but I daresay that it puts me at quite an advantage over you. For one thing, I've seen nearly every curse that the 'deities' can throw at us at least once. So where you might panic upon waking up as a mouse or a bird, when I wake up as a cat, I simply stretch and try to remember the things I decided I'd do the next time I was turned into a cat. And I do make a very fine cat.
I daresay, really, I handle most all of the curses with more than a little grace. I'm quite prepared for all of them anymore. I know well what to do. The City has no advantage over my in that regard.
Well, I am an earl, after all--a nobleman, an aristocrat. That's more than most of the lot of you can say. So while I may not be 'your grace', some grace is expected of me.
So, really, after three years, I've seen more than most of you and I remember more than most of you. In fact, I think I may be one of the few people left in the City who can recall the horrors the 'Animal Trinity' brought down upon us--and I only ever heard about that in secondhand stories. And now even those storytellers are gone. I've seen 'deities' themselves come and go, I've heard theories put forward about the Clock and the City, I've been told about misery and happiness, I've watched for patterns in the curses, I've seen horrors unfold before us all--murder, destruction--and I've seen wonders--the whole City lit with paper lanterns, transformations into something out of the Arabian Nights, masquerades and balls. And half of you--more than that--have no idea at all what I'm talking about. My own cat fell out of the sky, you know, just before we had a rain of money, and just after a rain of chairs and tables.
As uncouth as it is to discuss money, suffice it to say that anyone with some good sense took advantage of that ordeal. And certainly I did. I am an earl, as I said, and I do intend to live as one with my title ought. I may be residing in an opera house, but it's as grand as any proper manor, and far more interesting. It suits me better than some ordinary house. I know I'm rather extraordinary.
So fret over the curses, fear for October--though we're well into it now--and fear for your very lives and souls. I certainly have no such worries.
I can't say I'm entirely overjoyed at being a fixture of the City, but it has its advantages, I suppose. I'll be sent back eventually, and I wonder what some of you will do without me. Either way, I daresay that my own world quite prepared me for it. As I said, I am rather extraordinary.
There were crimes in my world, in my own city, as there are in most every city, of course. My city, though, London, really is the centre of the world. And to be in the centre of that centre was to feel the world spin around. Though I think the crimes in my world were somehow worse than some of the others I've heard tell of. An ordinary murder seems very commonplace to me. In my world, there were crimes where hands were cut off, eyes were stolen, organs extracted, young girls driven mad, women made into porcelain dolls, men sealed up into coffins far before their time. Can you really imagine living in such a place where such horrors had become nearly commonplace? Still, these things happened all around me. And when they did, I took it upon myself to investigate them. Shall we take for example the case of Jack the Ripper?
I solved that, you know.
The police, of course, couldn't. But they're all fools anyway. I solved it, and I shall know the secrets of those crimes forever.
Well, when one has a madman for a father, a madman father who sends all the monsters under his control after one, I suppose it does one well to develop these skills. I can solve any sort of riddle he or anyone might use to try and entrap me. I am keen with my observations and logical to a fault. I can bring down any 'magician' or 'charlatan' with all his mirrors and piano wire. I know the signs of murder, both by weapon and by poison. I won't be fooled by superstition or tricks. I am an expert shot, as Riff can well attest. I chased away my tutors as a child because I hardly needed them, as clever as I am. I'm more than skilled at playing the piano. And of course I can oversee my own household as I should--households, really, since I've more than one. And I've a younger sister whom I am bringing up to be the perfect young lady, as well I ought. I can dance, of course, and am so often overwhelmingly popular at parties. And ask any young lady about me, and I'm quite sure you'll hear more than a few things.
With all that behind me, I should think that three years anywhere would be overwhelming and exhausting for anyone else. Indeed, some bits of it have even followed me here, though I shouldn't be surprised about that. As I said, I'm quite keen in my observations, so I know quiet well what those 'bits' are up to anymore.
Still, I do sometimes wonder how I manage. But, of course, I do manage.
Perhaps I do sound a bit proud, but I see no reason at all why I shouldn't be proud of myself.
After all, I am extraordinary, and I am capable of extraordinary things.
~C.
[ooc: So full of priiiiide. He thinks he's just so much better than you. Also, apologies for lack of posting and tagging and generally...everything lately. RL has been trying to eat me, but I'e beaten it back with a shoe, so let us continue--for now. I'm watching you, RL.]