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Hey there, silly goober! I missed ya. Hope the sentiments are the same!
Geez, you have a lot more dents than I remember. Did Xisuma write on you? I don’t really see a page.
Sorry for abandoning you for a bit there and for having to use you for… you know, for your actual use. Not that you’d get mad at me for that, riiight?
I mean, pssht, who am I kidding? I’d be mad too if someone wrote a bunch of trauma dump on me and woke me up at 2 in the morning! Haha!
Ha…
Yeah, I’ve gone insane. Why am I conversing with a journal? If you were actually a living thing, you would be judging me. But even when you aren’t a living thing, I could still feel the judgement.
Sometimes it feels as if I could actually feel a response from you, you know? Like… I could almost hear a phantom voice going “I love this AU!!” whenever I write!
… Not that I’d know what that actually means :) ! All the magic and woozy stuff is probably getting to my head.
But! Enough about judgment and whatnot, how about we go back to our regularly programmed “Who have you met this time, Gemmy Bemmy?!”
Hehe, Gemmy Bemmy. New nickname from a new friend I had to take therapy from yesterday. Isn’t it cute?
We’ll get back to that some other time though. Skizz told me he wants me to make the best character introduction ever for him, so I’m still compiling my thoughts before dedicating a journal page to him.
Oops, name drop!
Stopping the spoilers there, how about I interest you in an equally interesting pair of savages?
A queen who walks a path of gold and blood, taking down anything that gets in her way with just one swing of her spear! A champion of all! A winner of the skies! Tamer of wolves!
Falsie!! I mean, False!
Oh! …And Ren. I’m writing about him here too.
I couldn’t come up with anything to introduce Ren with since anything I’d write would probably be less fancy than whatever he says daily. I’ll rewrite when I’ve learned enough cool adjectives!
As I subtly mentioned earlier, I took a little “therapy” session yesterday. (Using quotes because whatever happened then is far different from the therapy you’re thinking of.)
Xisuma took the journal away for a bit to read up on my entry. Though it was a bit embarrassing for him to see the other entries, he reassured me that he wouldn’t touch the more personal ones and bookmarked the specific pages for my dream.
So I was left with nothing or no one much to talk or write to. I don’t often speak my mind to others so I’ve formed this little habit of keeping everything in until I have to write it to you.
Not that it’s always healthy apparently! So I was encouraged to be ‘babysat’ by Skizz while I waited for you.
It was pretty normal at first, little introduction here and there (Again, need to write him a cool character introduction so I’ll be vague with this before he gets whiny!) before he suddenly asked…
“Can you fight?”
… What exactly were we fighting over? I had thought at the time. I thought I did something wrong by being a sad mortal being, but no!
He dragged me all the way to the arena to help me “lock in”!
False and Ren must’ve been soooo confused when Skizz was bringing a zombie looking teenager with autumn bushes for hair to a place where they shouldn’t be. Honestly, I was just as confused. I would’ve expected Skizz to just pat me on the back and go “cheer up, bud!” to get his job done as my temporary emotional support camper. All the adults have done the same!
But he brought me to the arena. Where demigods much stronger and much more powerful than me could probably murder me if they even control their powers wrong.
Everyone says “Thanks Skizz! Extremely comforting activity!” Goodness…
I honestly wasn’t in the mood to be watching demigods fight. It was cool for a while, but it wasn’t the time, you know?
Obviously, I told Skizz this in the most gentle way possible, but he cut me off saying that…
I WASN'T THERE TO WATCH. I WAS THERE TO ACTIVELY PARTICIPATE.
If I didn’t know the way this day would end, I would’ve still continued thinking he was just trying to get rid of the problem (AKA ME!) in the easiest and quickest way possible.
Seriously, putting me in an arena against an Ares kid and a Nike kid? You must really hate me. (Spoilers: he doesn’t.)
(...Alright, I’ll stop the Skizz spoilers!)
So I was there, standing face to face with equally awkward False and unnaturally excited Ren with a dummy spear in my hand to ‘match’ their totally real spears.
I was ready to meet my makers. My ancestors. Those who wait for me.
But neither of us moved. Until the moment Ren suddenly started, OUT LOUD, singing:
“LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS!” He stands next to me.
“TO DEFEAT!” A battle stance.
“THE HUNS!” He points his spear at False
…… Is this guy actually a real person? Am I actually just imagining him?
I don’t even want to write about how ridiculous it was!
.. and also how fun it was.
I guess it was a surprisingly comforting activity! It definitely helped my ego to realize that my childhood spent copying fighting styles from the internet actually helped me against False during the whole fake battle.
False even complimented me.
“You’re good for a cave shut-in.”
…Hehehe. Don’t underestimate Gemmy Bemmy!
