Whence cometh the Fool, and why?

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

OMG that personage RP's like a MOFO!!!

Get into conversation with the Fool, guys. His puppetteer has done brilliance.

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what a mofo is, but I agree--his player is utterly spectacular. And I don't use words like that lightly.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

A mofo is a... a mother...trucker? It's a truncated profanity of great emphasis.

And hey, again. This is the straight-up, out of character journal of Kassandra, because I'd love to roleplay a selkie but the pelt is too dear to me to show off in public.

Much easier to be an insane girl. :)

Rock on.

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry. I don't know whose OOC journals are whose yet. ::blush::

Can't wait to see Kassandra prophesying.

Peter hasn't figured out that the lovely, multi-titled priestess/aristocrat who speaks poetry without thinking about it is the prophetess Kassandra. He, like Sirius, studied her in Divination class--he just hasn't heard anyone call her by name yet. And he certainly doesn't know she's insane. Oddly perceptive, that's all.

Oh, and this made me think of Kassandra. Regrettably, it is neither by Homer nor by any other ancient Greek.

I SEE black dragons mount the sky,
I see earth yawn beneath my feet --
I feel within the asp, the worm
That will not sleep and cannot die,
Fair though may show the winding-sheet!
I hear all night as through a storm
Hoarse voices calling, calling
My name upon the wind--
All omens monstrous and appalling
Affright my guilty mind.

I exult alone in one wild hour --
That hour in which the red cup drowns
The memories it anon renews
In ghastlier guise, in fiercer power --
Then Fancy brings me golden crowns,
And visions of all brilliant hues
Lap my lost soul in gladness,
Until I awake again,
And the dark lava-fires of madness
Once more sweep through my brain.

--James Clarence Mangan (1803-1849), "Shapes and Signs"