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  <title>Alucard</title>
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    <name>Alucard</name>
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  <updated>2006-10-20T06:07:36Z</updated>
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    <title>oo2; splinters | sretnilps</title>
    <published>2006-10-20T06:07:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-20T06:07:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My apologies for my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late, nothing has happened here. Integra is getting increasingly comfortable, and I have discovered that the ship hates me. I attempted to go through a few walls, and it struck back with an intensity that is very unlike a wall. I had always felt that walls had ears...but I believe this is going too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next hour or so plucking splinters out of my skin, since it healed around the wood, and it was very unpleasant. I haven't felt a need to go to the bathroom for that long in centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal message to the ship: I hate you as much as you apparently dislike me. Oppose me and I will crush your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels odd to be thinking those thoughts about my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have discovered the storefronts, and have found blood candy and lollipops. Eating them seems to sate my hunger to a minimal extent, and it is extremely entertaining. The glucose in the blood is quite unrefined and tasty. However, it seems to bother Integra when she sees me sucking on a lollipop -- "you look like a child", was her exact quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't ordered me to stop eating them, however, so I have stocked up on them. I never once thought that I would ever discover a sugary snack that was vampire-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all.</content>
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    <title>draculA; o0^1</title>
    <published>2006-09-23T10:09:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-23T10:14:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This place is strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undulating energy would be the only way to express it -- I've never experienced anything quite like it. Everything is twisting and stretching, like a constantly changing picture, faceless and strangely appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We appeared here on some random coincidence -- Integra was travelling elsewhere, and I followed her after releasing her from the prison, even though she requested that I return to the headquarters while she explored on her own. We embarked out on a ship, and then woke up in this mockery of a vessel. The kind of magic it holds is deadly and ancient, and smells like moldy stacks of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my presence known soon after we had arrived, giving her my comments about the nature of our surroundings. She didn't seem pleased, but I am beyond caring [just in general, not so much pertaining to her].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integra has ordered me to do research on this ship, "since I'm here anyway". I fully intend to do so once the night comes, and perhaps to find something to drink on the way...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be searching for a way out. I believe Integra has some important business to attend to [even though I doubt she did, considering the beginning of her explorations]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This device is a fascinating thing, as well. Integra and the rest had a set of these, but I had never used one. Strange, how humans communicate with each other with the written word over wires...but knowing this ship, it is watching every letter and word I type. It might even know what I am thinking, even though I dislike entertaining the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I take my leave.</content>
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