#1 Vernon Ferninad Age: 61 Hair: Almost completely grayed, used to be dark brown Eyes: Hazel Job: Senator Info: He fought in a past war(To be later named) and was far from unscathed afterwords. He saw much death and horrors. He often falls back into flashbacks of the more horrific battles and it leaves him terrified. He was married for a short time, but while he was out to war, his wife was abducted and murdered. He found out nearly a week later because of message delay, and was unable to make it to her funeral. It was shortly afterwords that he was given honorable discharge after being labeled unfit to fight anymore from trauma. He left the war and joined politics, becoming the Senator. He retains a fear from his past life, for good reason.
but apart of me doesn't like the idea of the soul's of the dolls coming from different people, i liked the idea that they all came from the same person.
Me too. I wonder, if your reason of disliking this theory is the same as mine? I mean I don't want the Scientist to use people in his experiment. I mean, i can't see him killing his wife and kids, but... Wait! What if he explained to his nearest and dearest that inserting a soul into a stitchpunk is the only way to survive? Alse, I've discussed this on Vkontakte fn group recently. Rein(btw, she's an awesome person) assumed that the scientist inserted his memories about his nearest and dearest into the dolls.
Though the russian version does seem more in depth. I'm kiknda wondering why they so different. But hopefully when 9 comes out on DVD maybe we'll get some stuff from the russian version!
Err, Timur has another movie with Russian version - Wanted. I've lurked about Wanted DVDs and found out that there was a DVD for original version and another one for Russian one... I'm afraid the same thing could be with 9.
Joseph’s back from his vacation. He’s asking, how things stuck up. I’m mumbling something uncertain: once I’ll say anything concrete he’d understand anything at once. Maybe, he understands anything without that, but breeding and innate sense of tact don’t let him to show that. He entertained me with a funny tale. In a place, where he was on vacation, mineral springs are running. The town, which stands on them, is small, but with gorgeous history. Local waters have healing power, and since the dawn of time they’re attracting people. If you’ll start to dig on any street – ancient ruins come to light. Some temples made of unknown stone, statues with unearthly faces – God knows what. There’s a rumour, that there’re remains of a town under those hills, a town of some mythical civilization, about which our scientists do not utter even a word, because they can explain nothing. In the Middle Ages the town was a patrimony of alchemists, who’ve walked down through old wells into dungeons, found amazing objects, floated into clay and tried to find out the application of those items. One fine day just in case the alchemists were hanged, the wells were buried, but their manuscripts continue rambling through private collections. One of those collectors have told Joseph over a glass of mineral water, that he has an amusing document, which explains how to animate lifeless substance. All that’s needed is some artifact, a legacy of the fallen civilization. In the same treatise there’re drafts, which show, how exactly to construct a golem, how to supply it with and what with and so on.
‘’We would have that artifact’’, - smiled Joseph while looking me in the eye. ‘’It looks like that’s the only thing, which will save us’’, - he wanted to say. ____________________________________________________
You can play chess with it, but she turns off after mating Joseph at the fifth move. You may order it to compute the trajectory of a billiard ball and a cannonball, forecast the an outome of a soccer match and a world war. It’d make no mistake. But after fulfilling the task it stops. It’s not a living creature! It’s like abacus, just billion times more complex...
Aurora feels that I’m doing much way worse, even worse than at those times, when we were existing on bread and water. But she has stopped helping me with the Machine a long time ago. She treats it in a somewhat strange way… With some jealousy and even fear…However she understands that she can’t ban me to work on the Machine, because work is meat and drink for me.
It’s always dull at home now, there’s always waiting for thunderstorm. It seems to me, that I’m emiting static electricity, so intense and irritated I was.
Twins Peter and Paul do not want to sit on my knees, willing to escape. And when I’m trying to hold them by force, they begin crying. If not them, I’d have thought about committing a suicide.
The Chancellor have invited me again. He was pleasant and nice me. He did not once reproach me with bills, which have already gone through six-figure boundary, only encouragingly taping on the shoulder and askind, what a difficulty exactly I have. Not knowing what to say, I, half-joking, have told him about the manuscript from Joseph’s anecdote. The Chancellor laughed politely and treated me with a wonderful herbal liqueur."
Today a car have stopped in front of my house – the car was very armoured car alike, but painted black. A courier have gone out of the car – a man with military bearing and empty eyes. He passed me an urgent small parcel. He didn’t say from whom. Heretofore Aurora have gone out to the noise of the car engine, the car had left. Not knowing, what’s inside, I’ve lied to her, that those’re custom-made details for the Machine delivered. There weren’t any details, or course. There was a strange book inside, wrapped into officially stamped fabric: in a cover made of calf leather, without a title, old as Adam. I’ve started flipping it: Latin. Some crazy formulas, mystical terms, engravings, schemes… I had to recall university course of Latin. There’s nothing clear so far. Tomorrow I’ll continue explorinf of this mysterious gift."
PS: Dim, add the last entries to the first page please. Or you don't plan to?