Previous game note: This journal at LJ was used for Edensphere; character is taken post-game and incorporates game canon.

How's my driving?
All feedback, good and bad, is welcome and sought after. Please never hesitate to tell me about any problems in my playing or portrayal.

A note on development: This version of Kongming was originally Red Cliff based and Otherwise Romance of the Three Kingdoms compliant. Since then he's been through a thing or two (dozen). Please be aware of this when giving crit.

A note on Chineseness: Zhuge Liang is a Chinese semi-historical folk hero; I'm not Chinese. I really do not want to be stepping on the toes of anyone's heritage here. I'll do my darnest with my research, but if I commit any sort of horrid culturefail, please let me know that I may correct it.

Pemissions
Fourth wall breakage: Go on ahead. Can't mindfuck him any worse than Edensphere already has XD.

Back-tagging: Very welcome.

Romance/smut: No/no. Taken from all sides.

Fighting/injury: Yes. Mun has no triggers and appreciates a good piece of character abuse. He's kind of fragile, though. So uh. Gently.


Thank you kindly, everyone!

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[There is a very long pause. At last, Huo's handwriting appears, painstakingly slow, not entirely steady.]


I do not know what more I can do.

Another shout out thanks for the gift of paid time. whoever you are, you are best <3333.

This is a very sudden transition from my own bedside to a patch of sand on the other side of the island. Perhaps anyone has any notion as to what to giant ants might have thought to do with a man-sized glass cocoon?

While the extended nap of some days ago was certainly refreshing, I cannot consider it ample compensation for recent days' complete inability to sleep at all. This manner of deprivation is unusually cruel and utterly unacceptable. I do not comprehend why we stand for it. I must


I must recommend that others avoid my company until this outrage is past. Small dragons especially.

In light of recent events, I believe it important to note that none of the fruits now causing strange effects were grown in the Farm. Our produce is wholesome and may be consumed without fear of incident.

I understand that the Wilderness has changed today: that is regrettable. Yet considering the nature of the change, I dare hope that it may be a lapse, rather than one of the permanent transitions. I plan to descend again tomorrow and see; if any have an interest in exploring the location, they are welcome to join me. I shall particularly appreciate companions who have a deft hand with a brush, or else any who believe they are able to read the carvings and inscriptions.

-- 火

I should like to assure all those who wonder that the contents of the text over my head do not in any way reflect my thoughts, despite appearance to the contrary. Poor diction aside, I cannot imagine why I should invest so much though in wondering what color of hat would best suit each man or woman I meet; nor do I actually mean to set anyone on fire, in case someone sees any reason to credit that accusation.

My utmost apologies for the inevitable distraction.

-- 火

[Huo's neat writing is a bit off today. Just a bit.]

A thousand pardons, Cornucopia-qiánbeì, Pardes-qiánbeì; I fear that I will be absent from work for a few days. I shall return as soon as I am able.

[After a moment:]

A strange question, perhaps, but is anyone aware of a natural source of water in the Sphere? A river, lake or spring of some sort?

-- 火


[OOC: Hebrew-named your other Farm supervisor~ "Pardes" means orchard and is also a key term in Jewish mysticism. What that choice of name says about him I have no idea.]

I understand that the voices following us all are not reliable sources of information; but still, I do wonder who, exactly, have I tried to kill with a forklift.


Smoke-jūn, may I meet with you sometimes this week? I'm in need of some advice that I think you are best equipped to give.

-- 火


[OOC: Sorry couldn't resist. ^_^]

My condolences to the friends of the disappeared. Cissus is gone as well, and her absence dims the sunlight over these fields, faint already in this cold and dark season. Parting is worst when it is sudden; but all the bonds we make are ultimately contingencies against a mute and chaotic world. Storms pass. We build again.


The restoration of the fields continues to be a challenging project; I consider myself responsible, and am attempting to devise an alternative solution. I must beg your patience.


[There is a pause, and then a sketch appears, quickly and with Huo's usual neat precision. Looks like gears of a pocket watch. Beneath it, fainter writing.]

And still. I am grateful.


-- 火