Ah, blessed blessed reviewers… for the first time in my life I've decided to actually give you replies and the suchlike. Crazy eh? Anyway, on with the show!
Valencia22 à Thanks! You read as many fics as I do, most likely more, so any good review means a lot!
Anastazia Silverwind à Yes… we all are a bit crazy. Some of us more than others…
Krizsta à Oh I'm hoping too… but with me, it doesn't happen very often. Ever, actually…
ladyknight à Weehoo to you too! And actually, it's quite easy to write with that accent, seeing as how its my thought-accent when I think or write. It comes very naturally to me.
Tontritus à The way she thinks just sorta came to me, I rarely "personally" narrate my stories… ah well, it fits. And as for you review of my Religion paper, thank you very much! Would you believe you're the first male one I've ever actually "met"?
tropicalfrost86 à I'm glad it does… *thinks to self* What an odd review… I like it!
Black Rose à I do believe she mentioned earlier that she'll never tell you (you being the imaginary friend she's talking to. Yes, all you readers are the collective imaginary friend). It's up to you to decide what country she works for and against… actually, and what time period. Heck, I havn't even decided that yet!
Larzdinn à Wow, ANOTHER person who reviews as much as me likes my fic! I'm oh-so-very happy right now. Pah, incentive shimcentive, I'll finish if my Muse keeps rollin' in the ideas. Oh he better… *waves fist at Hæme*
Cobweb à A BIT crazy? You ain't seen nothin' yet.
demented-dreamer à What!? I couldn't quite understand that, but you were high? Who wastes a good high reading? Honestly… Don't get anything on your keyboard and mess it up. *shakes finger* (What, you expected me to give you the "don't do drugs" speech? Hah, just because I don't do them doesn't mean I'm against them!)
Important Note From Author: OW! %#@*! I just tried to smile and split my lip. Geez I need some lib-balm… Also, the ~~~'s denote a time change. This not being a diary, there'll be no dates of exact times given, because remember, she assumes you kinda live with her, in her mind, and in her room, so you know what goes on… she'll "materialize" her friend in random locations, and at random times. You might even be taken along during a spy mission with her sometimes, depending on how talkative she is. It's a bit weird, but my style of narration for this story is really normal either.
I have a plan! Through some whisperin's I "overheard" between some of the castle maids and menservants, I've found that the Rogue has his claws well into the palace. He's even got some claws sunk into the palace guard. I must commend him on that, he's soundin' to be as skillful as my own City Baron. Now, all's I gotta do is find some guard that's of the Rogue, and wangle him a position as the supervisor for King's personal cleanin' maid, and… Nah, I can't be tellin' you all my plans, I gots to keep them all locked away safely, up in my head. Everythin' I know is locked away up there… even all the plans I should be makin' copies of. If worst come to worst, I need to be able to burn those, and then run away. Thas why I'm one of the best. I never leave a trace. I'm bettin' I could even out spy the Spymaster, though I'm certainly not gonna try that. I dun have a death wish.
Anyways, so here I am, on the brink of a new plan, with no way to really find which guard is on the Rogue's side. It looks like I'll have to revert back to my old-fashioned trackin' techniques. I haven't had to use them since my early days, when I was hired for dirt jobs… It's so tedious an' time-consumin'. I better get a good pay for all the work I've been doin'.
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Well now my trackin' is finally underway, but I really must tell ya about this dream I had th' other night. I was in a market place, when some guards started chasin' some man, tryin' to poke his eyes out. Somethin' about makin' him tell the truth. Dunno how becomin' blind would do that, but it doesn't matter. Suddenly their dogs turned and started chasin' me, three of them. There was a fourth but I think he was mine, a chubby, black, short-haired one. A retriever I think. I ran to my garden back home, and closed the gate, but they jumped over the fence. Then when I tried to run into my house, a big, golden, long haired one followed me in before I could close the door. A reddish-brown-black one kept poundin' at the door, and I think the last little one might have been attackin' my own dog, but I'm not sure.
In the end, the golden dog, almost as big as a bear, just sat on my couch and looked at me, lazily. Just lookin' and layin' there. An' all I had was a stick. I'm glad I woke up from that 'un. Funny thing was that through the entire dream, I wasn't a-feared, or panicky… I was just there. Guess I really dun feel panic or fear much anymore. Too experienced I s'pose.
Anyway, back to the subject of my trackin'. It's real complicated, but I managed to get some likely suspects by askin' around. Palace workers is always willin' to gossip 'bout anythin'. There's a tip to remember. Gossip always has some truth in it, mebe not always in the words, but always in who started it an' why. Thas why you always gotta keep tabs on who started what gossip an' what they said an' who they said it against. You get alota inside information that way. 'Member that. You'd make a good spy, bein' invisible an' all… hah! I almos' forgot you weren't real! Wouldja lookit me, you'd think I was crazy. But I'm not crazy right? Good, I'm not…
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Shhh! Ya gotta be quiet! You're wonderin' why I'm sittin' here up on a roof in th' middle of th' day right? Well this time I'll tell ya. See I'm followin' around this guard durin' his lunch break. It took alota work to find out when it was, and even more work to get mine to be at the same time. I had to flirt with him to find out when the lunch break was, which took alota work too, since he already has a girl of his own. But as plain as I am, I know how to talk anyone around my little finger, so that worked out fine.
Then I had to get to the head servant person, which I didn' manage to do actually, so I had to get someone else to ask for a change for me! That took even more time that I thought. Anyway, so after a couple weeks I finally got a lunch at the same time as his, so for the next couple days I'll be followin' him around. I hope the people back home know what kinda trouble I'm goin' through to get their information for them. I wonder if'n it's even worth it really…
Hush! Here he comes! Aha, I knew it! He's gone into that inn where all the thieves go! Can ya read? Dun think so, so that's good, you dun know what it is. That way you dun know who and where exactly I'm spyin' from. Any information leak is dangerous, and if you tell anyone about me… I dun know what I'll do but it won't be pretty! Now's I gotta get down from here and see what he's talkin' about in there. Come with me, but don't make a sound!
Don't trip over that bucket there, I gotta get real close to the wall without makin' a sound. He's at the bar, chattin' with some shady lookin' character. See that glass over there? I'm gonna maneuver those two men arguin' over to it, so they'll start a ruckus when they finally do start to push and knock it over. That way I'll have th' bartender distracted enough to duck under th' countertop and listen to the conversation. You stay here, I'll be back.
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Well, after a couple days of that, I just figured out that he's useless. He's just comes there everyday to chat with a buddy and look for that servin' wench he's got his eye on. Hah, she'll never have him though, she's got her eye on the man he keeps on talkin' too, not him! And that man's got his eye another wench who's got her eye on the guard. It's amazin' what you can pick up from such a short time. All's ya gotta do is take careful 'ttention to how they move with different people around, and where they tend to look.
It's the eyes really. Eyes can tell's you a lot. Like how when people are tryin' to think up stuff real fast, or remember somethin' they can't really 'member, or are just searchin' for the right word; they always look kinda up and to th' left. You can tell if someone's lyin' or havin' a real hard time rememberin' some story if'n they keep lookin' up an' left. Useful skills I pick up don't I? Anyway, goodnight again, I gotta start all over again, an' I'm real tired.
Well, there you have it folks. The next installment. Hopefully she's seeming less and less sane as time goes on. Also, you imaginary friend you, don't discard all that useful information she's given. It might become real handy later in life. I know I use it, but then again, I don't really lead the most *cough legal cough* lifestyle…
Sorry these chapters are a bit short, but for some reason, it's just goes hand in hand with my style of narration. You can't really expect this story to be too long. Or exciting actually. *shrug*
:oD
--Keita