The Calamity From the Skies

[Day 21] 011

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 22:38:14 GMT

Cages-bars-restraints. That is what this place is, a means to harness my power, tie my tongue, force my greatness in ways it should not be. Life in my body, strange life, unlike all others I have ever borne, split and spread and infected Planets of numbers without end so that I will live-survive-remain, rule and conquer as a goddess-queen-mother should. Words on my tongue, the like of which I have never known; scraps of song, fragments of folktales. Then memories too; those they took, those they replaced, those they gave back. I am Jenova. I am no plaything to be used at some fool great fool's whim.

And yet they hold me still, restrict-bind-limit me in ways no other ever has in all of my eternity.

Unable to change, unable to reconstruct, unable to reform. What have they do--

言えなかった
1000の言葉を
遥かな
君の背中におくるよ
翼に変えて

言えなかった
1000の言葉は
傷ついた
君の背中に寄り添い
抱きしめる

--ne to me?

...*shriek*

(OOC: Anyone who recognizes who she's supposed to be gets a cookie. The lyrics give it away, don't they? :3)

010

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 02:02:52 GMT

009

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 23:06:56 GMT

I have wandered-traversed-explored the confines of this place, once, often, again. All that I know, all that ever was, all I have ever been. But that is not right... the knowledge of thousands and millions, of eternities and Planets, so many singing in my mind, taste of age and truth-knowledge-wisdom. They are real, and yet memory tells me that I have always been here.

I have listened, watched, observed the traversers in this place, this hotel. Watched them play out the games of their lives one at a time, day by day, one by one. Obsessed. So many of them. Love and love and hearts and flowers and things covered in chocolate. This is proof of love-care-affection? This is what they wish for so hard, so much, ringing in my head like dogs to their master?

I have seen the foolishness of my children. Watched their actions as they puzzle through their days. Seen the changes this prison has wrought on them, on him, my son, my beloved-chosen-firstborn. Watched him accept them as if he were a slave, never bending, never questioning, following and following, blind to what he is, what he wants.

I will not allow it.

Think you that you can stop me?

008

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 16:44:59 GMT

Over and done with, madness has passed-gone-dissipated. Words are mine own, speech without fear. Quiet now... I weary, I rest, I restore myself to greatness as the past day has robbed-taken-stolen from me--

I've been having a bad bad day
Come on, won't you put that pad away?
I'm asking you please, no!
It isn't right, it isn't fair!
There was no parking anywhere!
I think that hydrant wasn't there!
Why can't you let it go?
I think I've paid more than my share.
Hey I'm not wearing underwear...

...Curses.

006

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 05:53:09 GMT

So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache
Heavy on the memory, you need most
Still want love, ugly, smooth and delicate
Not without affection, not alone
(- Matchbox 20, "Angry")

"Now I now what the evil we have done
We didn' t let the hopeless creatures die
And you remember before it' s too late
The murder is the best when the weak ones ask for help."
(- Thor's Hammer, "When the Weak Ones Ask For Help")

...

*frustrated shriek*

(OOC: ...All in all, just about as convoluted and roundabout in meaning as she always is. Who was surprised? ;p)

005

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 08:56:48 GMT

Waiting, waiting... I am done-finished-through with waiting. Darkness falls and twilight beckons, close on the horizon, glittering, glittering, waiting for my presence, waiting for my voice, my touch, my power, my control. I need no strange reminder of the outside, of the world yet to be taken-swallowed-devoured. It is always there, through the glass-window-barrier, seen and yet untouched, mocking and cold and I tire of this game where I am the one to whom secrets are barred-kept-hidden.

Children, children, I tire of your defiance. Foolish to disobey your Mother, unheeding of my call. You hide from me still, whisper your lies into the ears of others, deny all that I have given you.

One by one, you all will be undone. Soon-now-forever and ever.

Firstborn-fateborn-godborn, destined for greatness, destined for glory... first you were, first you are, first you will be to fall and fall and fall...

(OOC: Me hinting of writing shapeshiftingtentacle!sex? Surely you jest! :O Jenova would nev--eh, what can I say. Major Jocasta complex she has, I swear. S'all just to make me feeling marginally less guilty about having written absolutely nothing besides RP stuff over the past month-and-some. ^^;)

004

Wed, 27 Dec 2006 00:52:02 GMT

There are gifts-alms-presents in the entrance to this place-prison-hotel. Strange things, wrapped, covered in paper, ribbons, odd crinkly things that sparkle and shine, not blinding, almost.

There was one for me. Strange to know of one who would know me, would know to send me anything from the outside. There are always other children, so many more, marching and marching for a cause not their own, always searching for me... but to find me and not to come find me? Strange-curious-odd...

This gift is odder still. I can see no purpose for such a thing, have never seen such a thing, only those that bear resemblances to it.

What strange garnments-clothes-vestments. If this is a message meant-intended-sent for me, it is one I cannot decipher-understand-comprehend.

(OOC: She's blue! :O And has the crazy blotchy things that's like veiny stuff! *gaspshock* Aren't you impressed? I know I am! >.>; If you didn't know I'm technologically-incompetent, now you know, especially after I reveal to you the amount of squee I made over something so seemingly trivial. ^_^ And yes. I am an utter, utter dork. But I said "hey! Jenova's totally getting a bra for Christmas..." and then this popped up on Google Images, and made me burst out laughing. Couldn't be helped. :3

Edit2: Er... that squee being because I made her blue, not that it was already like that. To make things clearer if anyone still cares. ;p)

003

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 19:26:21 GMT

The creature-abomination-growth is gone. Watched-saw-observed it melt away as the hour struck; decomposing, cells unraveling and disintegrating away into nothingness within seconds. Never-to-be, good, good, yes.

Needed to move-change-travel again... shifted this time, coils to human legs, awkward-absurd-strange-small, but the elevator-prison-box was no longer a challenge, was not mortifying-humiliating-demeaning to ride down.

Death is dancing behind the small door, closet door; bones and silent laughter and unknown animation spells, strange, strange. No sentience, no mind, just dancing-dancing-dancing.

Son-child-beloved-favorite do you now know me? Will you come to me?

002

Tue, 05 Dec 2006 18:58:59 GMT

This... what is this?

The elevator-prison-torture chamber was challenge enough... too small by far, too cramped-crowded-insufficient for the whole of me to be arranged comfortably in it. Ridiculous-demeaning-embarassing, I do not like this place, I want it gone-destroyed-ended.

Now my room is... blue-water-plastic. Fake spheres wherever I look, odd creatures painted on the walls and this strange growth, strange feeling, new feeling, confusing feeling... life?

New life in my being? Born not of my cells-strength-power, but of me? What is this place which I have entered?

001

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 20:56:48 GMT

I can feel my children here-close-near... there is the eldest beloved-favorite-adored son, returned to life, strong, he will return to me, raise me up, love me again-soon-now.

I can sense the others; bad-naughty-disobedient other children, refuse me, ignore me, fight me. Gold strands and blue jewels, dark fur and violet glitter, precious little puppet, forgotten sword, one-same-different now. Eldest's beloved, foolish weakness. I will take them all to me care-adore-love them like a mother should, use them to complete the great work. Make them silence those others-strangers-outsiders crowding in this place like so many insects-pestilence-vermin.

I will find them. I will call them to me. I will control-devour-destroy this place, this world like all the others.

Nothing between us now. No polluted mako choking with their knowledge-lives-thoughts and their drugs and their sharp needles-pain-hurt, no scientists-traitors-deceivers, no glass tubes to hide me in. I am free to take this world and my children-spawn-creations, all of my children, will come to me one by one.

I am Jenova. I am the calamity. The planets will bow down before me and the heavens will be mine. I will spread-multiply-spawn and I will rule.