Lady Tigeress- Yeah, I know. I really thought readers... ::Demoness Mark looks around story and sees an empty room except for one other person:: ...alright, alright, reader needed some comic relief, I know I did. It's hard to write straight Drama/Angst/Tragedy/Action/Adventure. Well, you know what I mean. Thanks for reviewing.
pushpitake- Blue Eyes: Well, I was trying to make people see that there is more than black and white, and instead have many shades of gray. The problem is too many people look at things in a too limited view, and that causes problems. What I was really saying is that though it is Voldemort's decision to hurt and kill people, that there may be hidden reasons, and intents behind it. That is not to say that he shouldn't be executed for his evil deeds. Straight Out of Line: I haven't stopped, but unfortunately I have had to slow down a bit due to my work load. I understand not having time to do extra reading. I hope you enjoyed that book you had to read. Thanks for reviewing.
Mithros- Thank you for the compliment. I'm glad you like Relena, I do too. It's okay about reviewing, I understand. Sorry about the internet connection though. well you reveiwed just in time for me to add you to the reply list. Thanks for reviewing.
Author's Note: I know, I know, you all probably want to kill me, but I can explain (or go down trying). I know it's been a horendously long time, but this chapter refused to come out. I'm not entirely pleased with the resaults, but it's the best I could come up with. Please excuse my humble (or sorta humble) apologies, and enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 15
I sent in to investigate the ruckus that seemed to be happening in Mistress Relena's bedroom. Once there Mistress Relena through me this book she asked if I could take dictation, because she was too, and I quote, "pissed off and fed up to write". I replied that I could and would, and asked if I could take notes on what she wanted in this entry, and then write it as a entry in my own words. She, thankfully, agreed, and so this is what I'm doing.
I'm such a goose at times, I'm Anna Olsen, I probably should have started with that. You might be wondering why this entry is in English, rather than the Russian that is most frequently used in Karinos, it is because my parents, though born and raised in Russia (now Karinos, Narion, Gripkan, Thiczip, Darako, Fara, and Ripja), were skilled linguists, and all five of us children were forced to learn every language they knew. I also chose to write in English because the rest of this journal is in English, and I'm not sure if Mistress Relena can read in any other language besides English. (By the way, I did not read the other entry's, I just recognized the letters
Mistress Relena said to... darn it, I know the word, what is it? I know... report that the reason she had stopped her last entry was that she had needed her hands free to "defend herself and her privacy". In other words, she threw things at Master Trowa. In fact he was greeted with a copy of Jane Austin's great classic Pride and Prejudice (the doctor says that it will last about two weeks, he even stopped by the Mistress' room to congratulate Mistress Relena. He said that he hadn't seen such a bruise since some kid build a tennis ball cannon, and socked some poor business man), followed quickly by a water glass and a vase. He managed to grab Mistress Relena and shove her onto her bed right after the vase shattered against the wall behind his left shoulder. The Master had said he wanted to talk to the Mistress. Mistress Relena, well... didn't want to.
I will say that Master Trowa did manage to win that particular argument, but only after... after... after... darn it all, I don't know how to put this politely, so I suppose that I'll just have to use the words that first came into my mind... after they duked it out. It started out with Mistress Relena pinned to her bed with her arms being held above her head by Master Trowa, with his legs resting on either side of her stomach, somehow Mistress Relena managed to reverse their relative positions. And Master Trowa resumed his former position with another flip. This continued for a while. With every flip was another catty or sarcastic remark. After Mistress Relena started wearing down, she, well, she decked Master Trowa. Thus started the ruckus that forced the kitchen staff to send me up.
I was greeted with a very strange sight when I unlocked the door with my under staff key. Mistress Relena was being bear-hugged by Master Trowa, and was kicking and flailing wildly. Master Trowa was sporting a nasty bruise, many scratches, and a tired disposition. He was trying to talk to Mistress Relena, while Mistress Relena was pointedly ignoring Master Trowa. There was shattered glass on the floor, and both of their feet were cut up pretty badly, as for some reason neither were wearing shoes and/or socks. Paintings were crooked, and books were scattered across the light blue carpet, which would need to be replaced after that affair. One of the dark blue walls had a hole in it which looked like it was caused by a fist entering said wall (I found out later that it had been Mistress Relena's fist which had caused it), which desperately needed to be plastered and repainted.
What would you do if you entered a scene like that? I did the only thing I could think of, yelled at them for behaving like children, and sat them down to each tell me their side of the story (By the way I'm second in command of the Karinos United Rebellion, so both the Master and the Mistress thought I was the right person to help settle their dispute.), and what a story it was. I decided that they should get to know each other as if this were the first time they met, before anything else should happen.
Mistress Relena also wanted me to record that she will be writing the next entry, and she will report what happened on her mission.
I really must go, as the cook needs me. It was nice recording this entry for all you wonderful (I hope) people, and I truly hope that I will be allowed to record another entry.
Yours Sincerely,
Anna Olsen
pushpitake- Blue Eyes: Well, I was trying to make people see that there is more than black and white, and instead have many shades of gray. The problem is too many people look at things in a too limited view, and that causes problems. What I was really saying is that though it is Voldemort's decision to hurt and kill people, that there may be hidden reasons, and intents behind it. That is not to say that he shouldn't be executed for his evil deeds. Straight Out of Line: I haven't stopped, but unfortunately I have had to slow down a bit due to my work load. I understand not having time to do extra reading. I hope you enjoyed that book you had to read. Thanks for reviewing.
Mithros- Thank you for the compliment. I'm glad you like Relena, I do too. It's okay about reviewing, I understand. Sorry about the internet connection though. well you reveiwed just in time for me to add you to the reply list. Thanks for reviewing.
Author's Note: I know, I know, you all probably want to kill me, but I can explain (or go down trying). I know it's been a horendously long time, but this chapter refused to come out. I'm not entirely pleased with the resaults, but it's the best I could come up with. Please excuse my humble (or sorta humble) apologies, and enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 15
I sent in to investigate the ruckus that seemed to be happening in Mistress Relena's bedroom. Once there Mistress Relena through me this book she asked if I could take dictation, because she was too, and I quote, "pissed off and fed up to write". I replied that I could and would, and asked if I could take notes on what she wanted in this entry, and then write it as a entry in my own words. She, thankfully, agreed, and so this is what I'm doing.
I'm such a goose at times, I'm Anna Olsen, I probably should have started with that. You might be wondering why this entry is in English, rather than the Russian that is most frequently used in Karinos, it is because my parents, though born and raised in Russia (now Karinos, Narion, Gripkan, Thiczip, Darako, Fara, and Ripja), were skilled linguists, and all five of us children were forced to learn every language they knew. I also chose to write in English because the rest of this journal is in English, and I'm not sure if Mistress Relena can read in any other language besides English. (By the way, I did not read the other entry's, I just recognized the letters
Mistress Relena said to... darn it, I know the word, what is it? I know... report that the reason she had stopped her last entry was that she had needed her hands free to "defend herself and her privacy". In other words, she threw things at Master Trowa. In fact he was greeted with a copy of Jane Austin's great classic Pride and Prejudice (the doctor says that it will last about two weeks, he even stopped by the Mistress' room to congratulate Mistress Relena. He said that he hadn't seen such a bruise since some kid build a tennis ball cannon, and socked some poor business man), followed quickly by a water glass and a vase. He managed to grab Mistress Relena and shove her onto her bed right after the vase shattered against the wall behind his left shoulder. The Master had said he wanted to talk to the Mistress. Mistress Relena, well... didn't want to.
I will say that Master Trowa did manage to win that particular argument, but only after... after... after... darn it all, I don't know how to put this politely, so I suppose that I'll just have to use the words that first came into my mind... after they duked it out. It started out with Mistress Relena pinned to her bed with her arms being held above her head by Master Trowa, with his legs resting on either side of her stomach, somehow Mistress Relena managed to reverse their relative positions. And Master Trowa resumed his former position with another flip. This continued for a while. With every flip was another catty or sarcastic remark. After Mistress Relena started wearing down, she, well, she decked Master Trowa. Thus started the ruckus that forced the kitchen staff to send me up.
I was greeted with a very strange sight when I unlocked the door with my under staff key. Mistress Relena was being bear-hugged by Master Trowa, and was kicking and flailing wildly. Master Trowa was sporting a nasty bruise, many scratches, and a tired disposition. He was trying to talk to Mistress Relena, while Mistress Relena was pointedly ignoring Master Trowa. There was shattered glass on the floor, and both of their feet were cut up pretty badly, as for some reason neither were wearing shoes and/or socks. Paintings were crooked, and books were scattered across the light blue carpet, which would need to be replaced after that affair. One of the dark blue walls had a hole in it which looked like it was caused by a fist entering said wall (I found out later that it had been Mistress Relena's fist which had caused it), which desperately needed to be plastered and repainted.
What would you do if you entered a scene like that? I did the only thing I could think of, yelled at them for behaving like children, and sat them down to each tell me their side of the story (By the way I'm second in command of the Karinos United Rebellion, so both the Master and the Mistress thought I was the right person to help settle their dispute.), and what a story it was. I decided that they should get to know each other as if this were the first time they met, before anything else should happen.
Mistress Relena also wanted me to record that she will be writing the next entry, and she will report what happened on her mission.
I really must go, as the cook needs me. It was nice recording this entry for all you wonderful (I hope) people, and I truly hope that I will be allowed to record another entry.
Yours Sincerely,
Anna Olsen