Chidori's Journal

Hopefully this will help with Navigation, some. For me, at least.

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Chidori Aosui - Bolded and italicized are traits that apply to her

SUN || egotistical• melted wax wings and fingers• stretching sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter •is pride really a sin?• halogenic aura

MERCURY || expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot• high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries •there’s always room for improvement

VENUS || in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips

EARTH || fresh springs• tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains

MOON || illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger• cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition •fear is a prison • ornate magic wands

MARS || healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic• intense eye contact• cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods• copper taste on your tongue

JUPITER || red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies

SATURN || traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart it’s just.. way down deep • law, order & justice• avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing

URANUS || psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke

NEPTUNE || an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions • deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artists soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song

PLUTO || angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • transformative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky• violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth

"In the clear air, the stars drilled down out of the sky, reminding any thoughtful watcher that it is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated. When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way.”

- Terry Pratchett

The skills were skills of war. Vorpal Thrust, Fang and Claw. He hones them now in time of peace. And hopes to never need them at all. His hands shake, the blood pounds in his ears His breath all gone in a hopeless rush.

It's not enough, you know. They'll feed you lines, teach you all the pretty platitudes in the books. You'll learn, some day. Being a mage isn't about flash and bang. It's about mastering yourself. About what freezes your core. What makes you burn.

(Didn't get this done before maintenance, so you get an old screen shot. whoops)

Well come and well met, my brave little spark How long you've wandered, burned bright as a star Oh, I have awaited you patiently all this time Past every fate - now sing with me once more, share of your life Far greater than memory, its loss and love words cannot hold Boundless, the tale overflows and carries your light out to sea.

Flow ~ 祖堅正慶 (Masayoshi Soken)

When I sing, it's a cyclone I'm writing a raging sea Searching for a sign of the times Is it safe to say it's me? Listen to our lives The wind will whisper the way it is I am going to happen What a lovely day it is I wish you lots of laughter 'til the next time you see me Just remember you need me, I'm the storm coming

Storm Coming ~ Gnarls Barkley

The moment struck like lightning. Between who I was and who I became, A flash of inspiration That left the world forever changed.

All of Hel's siblings are fighters. Not that she's not fully capable of defending herself, but she realized at some point that her calling was to heal. And that has made all the difference.

It ain't much, but it's honest work. A brume rat has to eat, while she's dreaming of the stars. One day, she won't just be fixing and fueling these, she'll be a Captain all on her own, and she'll know just what keeps her in the sky. It'll be love.

A moment's inattention gathering ingredients in the Sea of Clouds can prove unwise. Not that Stones or Fig would ever take on a gaelicat. Probably.

When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the fire, thinking of what I have read in books of voyage and travel. ~ Charles Dickens

Stix isn't an adventurer. Not really. He's hung up his weapons, retired from that life, and generally makes nothing so much as a mean cup of coffee. But when his beaux asked if he wanted to explore the new world on a vacation, well. . . Some things you never really retire from. He's going to have to get a new pair of glasses when he gets home though.

They'll tell you no one is an island. That we're all a part of the greater whole. That the loss of any is the loss of every, and alone is simply no way to be.

Perhaps that's true, that we're all joined That each needs the all, the sum, the sea. Somehow, it doesn't matter, All I need is you, here, with me.

There's peace and quiet out here under the stars. In a place where all the horizons and liminal spaces meet. Between shore and sky, night and day, tomorrow and now. With the water in her ears and the light behind her eyelids, nothing matters, and everything is simple.

What would have changed, that day? If you had not charged forward. If the world had not needed you to save it? Hope has blood on her knuckles again. And grit in her hair. And you... you are still not here with us.

Here, in the canopy Where the wind pluck and tugs, Where the elements sing and reach and If you listen, closely, you can hear the song Of the earth, of the trees, of the stars. You realize the illusion of control. And in those moments, you find the space to breathe deeply of the promise of tomorrow.

There is beauty in each snowflake Individual, fractal, shattered, cold And yet they remain shards of ice.

It is only on the scale they are examined that we see them as soft. Perhaps, then, other things need be examined on other scales as well.