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The Waiting Game.
Jun. 4th, 2005 05:21 pmThings are... hectic right now.
I'm waiting. I hate waiting. It makes me bite my nails.
There's a lot of things going on right now here at the Brownstone, and I find myself just wandering around. Caleb's with Mary, or I'd be by his side. I know something's wrong, I can feel it. It was just the way he looked when he arrived.
I tried a spell to locate Marvel, but it didn't go so well. I got a general location, but there's someone blocking any exact details. I hate feeling this useless. I know things don't always work out how you expect them to, and I know having a place to start is better than nothing, but still... I'm worried.
They say Marvel's not... who we thought. He's not _how_ we thought he was. I feel like I should have some opinion on it, but I don't. He's still a hero. His true identity could be an armadillo, and I don't think that'd change anything. I guess it's different for everyone else because they see him differently. Strong. Brave.
For me, I know there are people behind these masks. Behind the disguises, there are normal, every day people. Maybe it's because mama always tried banging that into my head. To her, everyone was a villian. Good or bad, they were all evil. And it had to be completely understood to all of us that they weren't gods, they weren't heroes, they were just ordinary people missing a couple marbles.
I obviously don't see the whole situation that way, but I realize they're not gods. So realizing that Marvel isn't this big, brave, strong person "under the mask" actually makes me like him _more_. He's just a normal person.
I'm waiting. I hate waiting. It makes me bite my nails.
There's a lot of things going on right now here at the Brownstone, and I find myself just wandering around. Caleb's with Mary, or I'd be by his side. I know something's wrong, I can feel it. It was just the way he looked when he arrived.
I tried a spell to locate Marvel, but it didn't go so well. I got a general location, but there's someone blocking any exact details. I hate feeling this useless. I know things don't always work out how you expect them to, and I know having a place to start is better than nothing, but still... I'm worried.
They say Marvel's not... who we thought. He's not _how_ we thought he was. I feel like I should have some opinion on it, but I don't. He's still a hero. His true identity could be an armadillo, and I don't think that'd change anything. I guess it's different for everyone else because they see him differently. Strong. Brave.
For me, I know there are people behind these masks. Behind the disguises, there are normal, every day people. Maybe it's because mama always tried banging that into my head. To her, everyone was a villian. Good or bad, they were all evil. And it had to be completely understood to all of us that they weren't gods, they weren't heroes, they were just ordinary people missing a couple marbles.
I obviously don't see the whole situation that way, but I realize they're not gods. So realizing that Marvel isn't this big, brave, strong person "under the mask" actually makes me like him _more_. He's just a normal person.
