It would seem my previous entry was rather pre-emptive, and my current situtation has changed drastically and suddenly.  Due to a minor miscalculation on my part as to the current, apparently unidirectional properties of the dimensional rifts, I find myself stranded, and in need of work and lodgings.  The latter I will be able to sort out for myself once I can acquire some proof of income, but until then I humbly request that someone shows a little generosity and can offer me a bed for the time being.

Any takers?

Ah, the delightful Lulu appears to have taken up her old position as manager of Socdel Sykel.  I shall offer my services at the store once again.  The aroma of incense and the allure of dark magic is ever so appealing.

Well, since I am forced to give up my rather splended normal attire for this week, I have decided to take on the 'lady luck' dressphere. Thankfully, despite the feminine name, the garment itself is suitable for males. I am well-covered, and while I have never been one for hats, believe that this attire suits me well-enough. I prefer gold and red, but gold and black will do for now.

(OOC: I'm basing it on a League of Legends character :p http://www.lol-europe.com/lang/en/images/heroes/char_12.jpg)

Of course, the very notion of luck sickens me, since all great minds never leave anything to chance. I merely chose the outfit for aesthetic value. While I'm on the topic of leaving nothing to chance, I am keeping a very close eye on Squall. His marked change in attitude can only spell trouble for the rest of us, and I am most aware of the fact that he will most likely blame me for it the moment he comes round. The sword of Damocles hangs tentatively above us all, and I for one will not stand idly by waiting for the hair to finally snap.

I have been fairly busy this week, dealing with the large flocks of customers who came to see Sephiroth, many of whom were armed with whips and handcuffs. Some were men too. After escorting many of them out, I was able to get back to work. My personal appearance had not changed enough to make me young like most other people here, but rather gave me that old professor sort of look which some younger girls seem to go for. A lot of disproportionate college girls kept trying to get me to sleep with them, and the female attention was rather enjoyable, I must admit. I am considered rather attractive for my age, but it has been a long time since girls barely out of their teens have become so taken with me. It was only the worry that some of them might have actually been younger than they looked that stopped me from enjoying myself with at least one - if a girl was 16, who's to say that fate wouldn't have given her the body of a woman? Granted, where I am from the age of consent is only 16, but for a man in his early fifties that is still incredibly amoral. And that is coming from someone who has been indirectly responsible for the deaths of thousands, through the ingenious creation of war machines.

But now, time has once again caught up with me. My skin has sagged a bit, deeper wrinkles have appeared on my brow, and my hair has greyed. It has essentially aged me about 10 years, but compared to many others, my change is rather undrastic. For example, Sephiroth's mane of silver has been replaced by a few mere strands dull grey, and Squall now has the look of an aged biker who has smoked thousands of cigarettes. I must say, Squall looking so old and defeated has really brightened my day.

This new week is rather interesting, although I am mostly unfamiliar with Tonberries.  Granted the name is most familiar and has appeared in our mythology, such that one of our Archadian constructs was named after it.  It was a fairly flimsy design, and certainly did not look like the tonberries in the mall today.  I appear to be the only person here who has not actually seen one before however, let alone face them in combat.  I have been told by many that their appearances belie a huge amount of power and resilience, so I shall go against my better judgment and trust those of others.

This renaissance faire appears to be full of people attempting rather poor British accents - it appears that I am the only person here with one that is geniune.  Unfortunately, those idiots around the mall who are claiming that i'm the one with the bad accent make me want to throw them off a cliff, especially when they frequently slip into a semi-Australian accent instead.

My clothes for this week are, however, quite poor.  I refused to go ouit and purchase my own outfit, so have been given a peasant's outfit upon entering the mall.