| AU: Testamentum Ultimatum Cornelii Draci. |
[05 Jun 2011|09:54pm] |
Security recording translated from Latin.
"I'll do my best to give them a hard time when they come for me at last, but I don't think I'm going to get out of this. I'm in plastic. They're keeping me in fucking plastic. I bet it isn't even recyclable plastic. I can't feel the ground anywhere. So let me tell you guys a few things when you kick their asses and find this. I love you all. Nova Roma. Xavier's. The Champions. The arts center. Grandfather William and Grandma Madeline. All of you. You've made it a great life. Everybody just divide up my art howeveryou want. I want Cait to have my recipe books, except the yellow one, that goes to Harmony. And Argo should have my lyre -- and Argo... Argo, dude, don't come after me if I'm dead. Do I look like the kind of guy who goes to Tartaros? No. Either I'm in Elysium and I'd slug you for interrupting me, or I'm in Asphodel and... I'll be getting by; I'll try to come back as a tree or something; don't do anything stupid. Heh. It's funny. I must have watched 'They Killed Sister Dorothy' a thousand times. I wonder if they'll ever make a movie called 'They Killed Corey Drake'? If they ever do, somebody make sure the use good lighting. I don't want to be associated with an aesthetic nightmare or something. Sounds like they're coming. Hope I'm wrong, but if not, don't forget the coins at my funeral, okay? Love you."
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| OOC: Dear Santa |
[12 Nov 2009|03:15am] |
I have been pretty good this year, on average, and for the Feast of the Unconquered Sun, I would like the following.
1. Environmental awareness on Earth and goodwill to men.
2. More sheep for the Santa Catarina Cooperative. Also a couple of llamas.
3. Also my own llama if at all possible. Hey, can't blame a guy for trying.
4. Lots of really good clay.
5. Tickets to next year's Goatstock.
6. More shade-grown chocolate. Always more shade-grown chocolate.
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| OOC: Religious overview |
[11 Nov 2009|10:59am] |
Corey is a Nova Roman Traditionalist. Call him a neo-pagan and he will bury you. And then teach you better Latin. Supporter of drink offerings as opposed to the messier sacrifices; personal observances for Faunus and the Earth Mother.
Kristoff is that particular brand of agnosticism that one would expect from a scientist well-versed in sorcery. Spiritual entities and the potential immortality of the soul, certainly, but the one partial 'divinity' in his life is more than enough, thank you; he doesn't need a religion.
Mel has been raised semi-practicing Catholic.
Giovanna's family retains certain Catholic aesthetics, as it were. Lent is an excellent exercise in self-discipline, et cetera. All she'd say about God is that either He's on Our Side, or He damn well should be. Other than that, well, Magneto kind of counts, in her family.
Moira, of course, believes in her relatives and neighbors. Earthside, she doesn't totally reject out of hand the idea of 'Mummy's Providence,' but churches make her a little nervous. She's heard such scary things, and they make Da irritable.
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[12 May 2009|11:20pm] |
There were several ways, really, that gens Aquila get-togethers were better than Drake family reunions. The view as one relaxed was one. Cornelius Drake sat on an isolated beach in an ornate chair he'd sculpted from the sand, eating a chocolate bar -- 100% shade grown, benefiting tamarin habitats, thank you -- and reading a book, over which he occasionally looked out onto the water.
"Having fun?" he eventually called out.
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