Mmmhmmm, yep.

[pyrephox]

I've found Nuria's favorite poet. I'd actually been looking for one for her since I started the character, and my own typical choices didn't really work. Eliot is too bleak, Frost too soft, Blake too lush, and Byron too self-centered. But, ah-hah! I remembered: Stephen Crane. Most known for 'The Red Badge of Courage', he also wrote two volumes of 'lines', free verse short poems. They are...evocative. Occassionally bitterly anti-religion, but mostly against cruelty and lies in the name of God. Which Nuria can get behind. They're also strange and twisty enough that they can fit situations easily. (And there's several that are very /much/ Seraphim and Balseraphs.)

Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
Though I strive to use the one,
It will make no melody at my will,
But is dead in my mouth.

And

Mystic shadow, bending near me,
Who art thou?
Whence come ye?
And -- tell me -- is it fair
Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?
Tell me!
Fear not that I should quaver.
For I dare -- I dare.
Then, tell me!

for example.

Comments

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

You mean this party /isn't/ being followed around by secret Nybbite camera crews, ready to make us the new Perdition Comedy Sensation?

I disbelieve!

[cpip.livejournal.com]

*puts on the glasses* But, baby, this is an ensemble piece. I'm talking about the big time. Top billing. Stepping out for your OWN place in the sun. Don't let these other three hold you back. They're jealous of how bright you burn! Step right up and take yourself a starring role in this little drama!

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

*Nuria SMITE*

[cpip.livejournal.com]

From on the ground, a groan comes out. "Yeah... that's it... did the camera get it?"

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

...and see? This is why it's almost useless to kill Media Servitors.

No, what you do instead is smash their cameras. :D