More than a Mouthful

On a Cold Rainy Night at the White Castle June 20, 2008

It seemed like eternity. A moonless night, amidst the heavy downpour, life at the White Castle appeared to be particularly inadequate of the characteristic liveliness or vitality. After all, it has been more than seven moons that we Sentinels have been subjected to harsh and exhaustive labor. This as the Queen of Pain has given another of her authoritative indications that each Sentinel offer in propitiation to the Deities of the Moon.

To pass the non-spatial continuum, Lotus Eater decided to study and observe fellow Sentinels who were busy scurrying to and from from their individual bases. He never really knew them personally, except for the fact that he got to be in contact with them on a daily basis because they were pledged to allegiance to the Deities of the Moon and that they interacted under one power for most pat at the White Castle.

There were more variants to the strain than one can count to the normal hand of a Sentinel. This was evident in the different collective embodiments of traits of mind and behavior in each hybrid Sentinel. Lotus Eater began to jot down his faculty of observations. Though quite a number, he managed to note with careful scrutiny, the more striking Sentinels that registered strongly to him.

The creeps would always get his attention, considering that they bray like a requiem of souls. They persistently do their endless cries of pointless jocosity. Aside from their constant babbling and jabbering, they have no consideration for other Sentinels. All they ever think of eliciting attention and most of the time, they cannot communicate without giving out a spasmodic laugh.

They choose to be silent but tend to be deadly in effect. These are the Goblin Techies. Deceiving in so many ways, one usually deems them as a very amiable strain. But watch out! They have ulterior motives of their own and they usually devolve among fellow Sentinels by camouflaging themselves as weak, meek and less able. A notable part of this group maintains control over certain positions in the hierarchy of power at the White Castle, if not, then also does a magnificent and flawless tactic at achieving specified necessities.

The Tinkers from the Sunrise Tavern are the next batch that never fails to attract attention simply they have a profound mental retardation in terms of logic and are generally unable to connect speech or guard with plain common sense. Lotus Feet simply abhors a member of this group. He instinctively remembers Elven Arcane spells being propagated by Spectre, a dazed ego maniacal proponent of this lame assemblage.

Lotus Eater was so eager to continue his observance, deciphering his obscure surrounding, when he noticed the crystal clock and its crystal chimes sounding off its alarm for a day’s attainment of tasks. Later, he promised, to continue deliberating a conscious perspective of his fellow Sentinels. For now, he opted to go home to his abode and call it an opportunity and prominence of getting out from the clutches of the White Castle.

The Others June 1, 2008

Home has always been my refuge. No matter how engrossed I might be in my daily ramblings for the sake of energy activity, at the end of the day, I still would want to end up with home. Nothing more, nothing less.

These past few days, I’ve seen new faces becoming part of the household. Yes, faces. I haven’t really gotten the chance to chit chat with the new tenants. You see, my beloved Mother Lotus and moi, decided we should really utilize the extra area we have at the back potion of the lot we’re staying. For the past three months or so, we’ve had constructions and renovations done. Has been quite an expensive undertaking, but we think in the long run, it’s going to pay off in a lot of ways.

Mostly occupied by females, its a coincidence that the first unit is made of a group having the same religious affinity. It’s no wonder why at times, the main gate will have to opened early in the morning. And their church is just very near the vicinity. Talk about regular visits.

The second room will be occupied by a faculty of a nearby university. Haven’t seen her though. Mother Lotus tells me she’ll be arriving from Manila in a week or so. A graduate from UST, she’ll be heading a certain program for the university she’ll be joining with.

The next room is occupied by a group of Nursing students from the city’s famed university. They were here a couple of days ago to check their room, one even accompanied by her mom. Actually, all rooms are a bit furnished already, having their own CR and bath, so just a few items to add to personal touch will do.

Next room, we have student journalists. Actually, this groupie has been regular tenants for more than a year now. They rarely go to sleep and if they do, they do it in the mornings… for most of the time I’ve observed. They’re a close-knit pack, very courteous, a nice batch. I like them. Unfortunate for the one member who can’t join them this year due to financial problems. She was, to mention, closest to our house-help-cum-working-student, dear Reymund A.K.A. Violet.

The only room with male occupants, this is the most varied batch in terms of interests. There’s an engineering/editor-in-chief of a university paper personality and a brainy accountancy stude among other occupants. Can’t tell you of the other two occupants for now. Haven’t met them yet although I gathered they too have different courses. I just hope they won’t be acting the same as those pain in the *** we had last time.

It’s going to be an interesting year I’m sure of that. Wish it’s going to be a fun ride for all of us.

Best part of it: Home is still and will be my refuge and I’ll be sharing my home with The Others.