Entry 1, recorded sometime after nearly surviving being offed by a Redheadist at the rather enjoyable location known as the Gangplank.
Subject: New Babbage, New Minds.
Question: Are they all vicious little creatures?
Since my arrival to New Babbage I have encountered many different mindsets, the busy mind, the perverse mind, the destructive, the dingy mind, and the over-analytical mind. All of them…have been nothing short of pleasant to discuss and draw out these characteristics slowly and jot down my little findings in this leather tome. However, I think that even I may have bitten off more than I can chew but a good shot of whiskey can make anything flavorless when swallowed. I know that my work, patience, and intelligence will be put to the test when dealing with the various female population…and it is with great concern I ask myself this question…
WHY DID I SPECAILIZE IN THE FEMALE MIND?
Why…because I feel…it is what I owe Rebecca…I owe it to her…to try and assist women in their most complex times of life and give them the gateway that I failed her. Surely I can and will succeed in at least helping one lost mind here in New Babbage…or this is the city that will kill me for trying.
Subject #1: A small, yet spitfire of a thing belonging to a family of scientist and builders. I will call her Subject B. Subject B seems to be very found of intellecual conversations but very prudish when it comes to matters of the body. I like that…but I feel that there is a deeper depth in Subject N’s mind than the airs she puts on. I wish to test Subject B’s limitations as thoroughly as possible, however I am sure that will have to happen out of the attentions of Subject B’s boarish mate.
Subject #2: Another very outstandingly difficult creature of the mind. I shall call her Subject R. She seems like a woman that has been scorned enough to put on a tough routine to keep any potential intersted persons at bay. By interested persons, I do mean anyone that has two legs with an extra appendage in between. Though I’m not saying that Subject R’s defense mechanisms aren’t without cause…but the cause is what I wish to discover what has turned the hope of complete elegance in an aristocratic manner, into something that would spit at you with such venom that a viper would seem a kitten in your arms compared to her.
Subject #3: A young lady that has given me hope of intelligence conversation…then she opened her purple painted mouth…
Alas, I must rest my hand a bit, it hurts me. Entry closed.
*grins* Correction, sir….blondist. And I’ll be sure to have a few replacement pencils in hand next time we meet.
*flails his arms then covers his face* Don’t eat me! Oh!!…Pencils…yes…I concur.
*chuckles* Oh settle down. You know as well as I that you provoked me….practically dared me to prove I could “bark”. Then I do so and immediately get judged as a monster? Lovely…
I wondered if it might be something like that. *grin*
Ah ha! See? Book can attest that I am a (mostly) calm soul. *smiles innocently*
compared to whom?
oh wait. Yes, Sky is calm. Very calm.
Innocent until proven guilty, and how would -you- know that any of this spoke of you less you felt a hint of guilt in the back of your mind. Hmmm? Hmmmm?
As for monster my dear woman…*grins darkly* I’ve seen monsters…and I’ve seen…potential monsters. You don’t fit either.
Hm. . I’ve a rough idea who #1 and #2 are, but #3 escapes me. As for the question, yes, we’re all quite vicious, as befits humanity. Not especially vicious though, just enough to adapt sufficiently.
Thank you for your input Ms. Anatra! It was a refreshing read.
A boarish mate? I didn’t know there were any men in Babbage that could be called such. However this guy you speak of sounds like a real jerk. I wish you luck on avoiding him, sir!
Sadly, one of my subjects -is- tied at the hip to said mate…alas..I’m sure he’ll move along shortly.
This…is going to be interesting.
You have no idea my dear…