React to the Diary Post of the Above OC

October 1st

   Today I decided to camp far out on in the country. Somewhere where it's cold, so I can't feel anything other than the cold air. I decided poorly on where I wanted to stay, there is a whole cattle farm near here. Every passing day I grow more and more hungry, I am tired of rabbit meat. 

The damn fire would't stay lit yesterday, luckily I am a werewolf, I always have a fur coat If I get cold enough. The moon is brighter here than it ever was in the city, it lights the way from my camp to the cattle farm. Once the full moon comes, i'm taking one of those cows.

October 24th 

I severely underestimated how strong cows are.

Oh no, those poor bunnies! But if they had to be sacrificed for sustenance, I suppose that is the natural way of life. Wow! If only I had a built-in fur coat. Space gets cold sometimes, you know! I hope your quest for the cows results in beef, the literal kind!

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Dearest accomplice and confidant,

I gazed upon the forbidden. I think? Our ship went in for repairs, so me and some of my friends were going to take an excursion around the moon. However!! The captain decided to stay back, which was a shame, 'cause he seems so lonely and he almost never comes out of his room eveeeeeer! I want to know what secrets lurk behind his broad cap and mysterious cape. However!! When we went to pick up Emil, who was staying in the same room as him, I saw. Just beyond the doorway. A man!! Not just any man, but a not captain-y looking man. He wore glasses and was in pajamas. So far, I have some theories.

1. That was the captain, out of uniform.
2. Emil snuck someone in his room without the captain knowing.
3. The captain has been replaced by a shapeshifter at some point and only Emil knows the truth.

I'll talk it over with Emil later, but until then--

---Your friend, Roxie.

"Oh man, a trip around the moon sounds super cool, though I wonder if the reason the captain stayed behind was because of the not captain-y man. Maybe he's a boyfriend or something? Now I'm curious..."

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x/xx/xxxx

I didn't really do much today, so I guess I'll take the time to write about something that's been bothering me for a while...

It makes me SO mad when people tell me to move on. Why can't people just let me exist in peace? Because it goes against their God's plan? FUCK THEIR GOD. What kind of god forces someone who isn't ready to go to move on?  I'm not done yet! I had barely turned sixteen when I was killed, so why should I have to give up everything so early?! Besides, I'm happy as I am, and I have Kaho. :D I couldn't just leave him alone, it wouldn't be fair to him... He deserves so much better than that. I mean, he deserves better than me too, but I'm not going to tell him that. There's no point in getting all mopey about this though, back to my original complaint.

Like seriously. It's always adults that tell me to move on, or even try to force me. They've lived their whole damn lives, they don't know what it's like to have your whole damn life ahead of you, and then just have it stop. I had plans, damn it! I'm happy to be here, but I'll never get to grow up and be an adult. I might be able to almost life a life, but it's just not the same... People usually freak out when they find out you're a ghost and until I met Kahoni, I'd have to leave every time someone found out the truth about me, because even people I trusted would turn on me when they found out. Ha. It's kind of funny that someone who was sent to kill me understands me the most. Him and Noah... God, I miss Noah. I haven't seen him in a long time now. I don't know if I have the courage to see him like this. I was supposed to be the strong sibling, how would he react to finding out that I fucked up and died? I can't let him... It's just all I can do to make a big scene and keep attention away from him. Let him live his life out at least.

Aaaaanyway, I don't really care what people say, I'm not going to move on until I'm ready, and if I'm never ready? Then I guess I won't just move on and anyone has a problem with it and tries to make me, they can tell it to my knife. Not that they'd know to go after the bracelet anyway, heh. I think that's enough for today though. I'm kind of bored with writing, and my favorite channel added a new asmr knife sharpening video, so I'm gonna check that out!

-Chance

Father Priest was silent as he read the passages. Despite his normally grouchy self he didn't seem to lose his temper as he usually would. Instead he sighed through his nose and closed the notebook.
"He works in mysterious ways," the priest murmured more to himself than anything. It was true that spirits could not pass on until they desired so, and after reading this it was clear there were many chains keeping them down here. There were many guesses the Father could make as to why Chance was here or why people kept trying to force them to move on, but at the end of the day they were only guesses.
However, one thing was for sure: he needed to find this spirit and get to the bottom of things himself.

That heathen of a neighbor has proven his sins yet AGAIN! He mowed his lawn but MISSED A PATCH OF GRASS! And when I pointed it out he looked at it and did NOTHING. SLOTH! He's also hiding something, I just know it. He scratches his back far too often. He must be a demon, I can feel it.

In other new, Patience has put on another pound or two, I think. I ought to rename him Greed because I know he's taking Charity's food, bless her heart. I'm considering getting something that will encourage them all to exercise... Or perhaps that one girl wouldn't mind walking them? 
Humility had a cold the other day, poor thing. Tried to sleep but Kindness kept trying to play with her until she yelled at her. I feel for the soul, but it was a humorous sight.

These cats will be the end of me, but they are my loving family. I can only hope to save more from the harsh cold creeping up.

After looking through the mysterious entry one last time, Chris felt a larger twinge of sadness than usual. He thought that he knew the same feeling that this Rosemary had, but he realized that he didn't. The only relationship that was comparable to what they had was his with Nathan, but they've never been separated like that. At least, not yet.

Once he finished studying in Chicago, he would have to go back home to Manchester, and then maybe his feelings towards his boyfriend would be half of what Rosemary expressed. Chris had the comfort of knowing he could see Nate again. 

After mulling over these various thoughts, he only wished he could find some way to console them. Instead, he closed it from his computer and went back to work.

8/9/2017.

2:15 am.

I lay awake at night, filled not with thoughts of death, but thoughts of joy. It's all that I can think of after seeing him. He's lying next to me, and all I can feel is his warmth. If he woke up and saw me writing this, I would probably die of embarassment. It is the truth, though. I wish it could be this way forever. No obligations, no anxiety - just me and him.

I think I love him.

Hell, I love him more than myself.

Adrian could feel his lips pull into a sad smile as he study the entry. He could feel a familiarity in the words the author wrote. He can recall feeling the same emotions as the male and something that he struggle with himself.  He gently laid the page down where he grabbed it. He smoothed out wrinkles within it and turned around. "Love is always a strange thing. You never knew what you when you have it and how much it can really help you in life," he commented to himself and walked off. "Just don't lose sight of the ones you love and it will help with the pain..."

XX/XX/XXXX

Mom called today.

I wasn't expecting her to call me during my meeting of all things.  In fact, I didn't realize that she called me until I actually answered the phone the moment I got out of the room. If it was her, I..would have never answered to begin with. I understand how childish and just tactless I am by not answering my call for my own mother. Hell, I believe the last I call her and dad was a few month ago. It's just that I...can't bring to talk to them. Every time I just think about it, I'm just reminded of my sister. Not Camila. I mean Val. I just...I just don't want to be reminded of what happened to her you know. I get sick thinking about it. She was so young and she didn't deserve to deal what she dealt with. No one did.

Oh god. There I got rambling. God. I seriously need to stop doing that. Urgh. Anyway, my mother called because she wanted to know about the trip to California. I'm not sure how the hell she found out about that but I have a sneaky suspicious that my little brother might have been involved in that. I don't really remember what I told her. I think it was something along the lines of what the trip entailed and who I was going with. All I recall from that conversation was her mentioning that she...she was proud of me. I..I don't know about you but there was something...nice about hearing that from mom. I mean it's not like she haven't praised me before. It's just the way she said that made me feel so happy.

¡Estoy orgullosa de ti!

When I fear my mother speak Spanish, she usually don't tend to use it when she's in greatest of moods.  Usually, it just comes out when she's really ticked off at someone or upset. So to hear her speak in such a positive way while more or less complimenting was just...nice. It reminded me of the times I would hear her singing when I was young. She certainly didn't have dad's voice but it was still in my opinion. I was always captured by how beautiful and soothing her voice can be during her more quiet moments. It always made me feel so...loved. I don't remember how long we talked. I think it was actually for almost half a hour since I believe I recall getting pretty annoyed at me when I actually came back. All I knew is that after talking to her, I just felt like a kid again. A dumb boy that feels far too cheeky about getting a compliment but also at same time..a emotional mess. 

I'm sorry for being so rambling and all over the place with this. I'm just feeling so many things at once at the moment that I'm not really sure what to really do. Ku is telling me I should probably go lay down and compress so I might do that right now after this.

That's really all I got. I'll write in you if I feel like rambling I suppose.

A sad smile crossed Angelo's face as he read the diary entry. He was happy for the writer, hoping whomever they were got to spend many years with the sleeping guy. The last sentence in particular struck a chord with him, and he hoped for their sake that their feelings are romantic and not... whatever the heck he felt. Whoops! [Claim for the next person]

"Aww, how sweet..." Reading this made Angelo think of his mother. He wished he could speak to her right now, though 'estoy orgullosa de ti' would probably be the last words that would come from her mouth. If only he could tell her he was okay...

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Log Date: Who Even Cares Anymore?

At the risk of sounding angsty and dramatic, I'm going to write my ~feelings~ because I'm too weak to take it anymore. Guess who's awful and screwed up everything? It's this guy! ...I don't even know how to talk to him. I don't know if I can anymore. If I knew how to be less dependent on him, this whole thing would've never happened this way. But foolish me thought flinging myself into outer space would solve my problems! Guess who's wrong? This guuuy    

I think I just lost my best friend...
Maybe it's better this way.

--The Worst Guy (That's me!)

Every human has their worth in life. Don't throw it away like trash, it's worth more than any fortune you have. You are a person so believe that you are.

Eye of the Traveler Log #451

"Ever since the Captain left for home, I had to stay behind because, lets face it, how can you fit a gigantic modified space ship through a portal fit for a human being? 

But do you get that feeling that you are like a childhood toy? Your owner plays with you, spends time with you like you are the center of their world then he/she puts you on the shelf and left to collect dust? That's how I felt after my captain when he did all those modifications for me and then he just leaves me to drift in the middle of space, purpose fulfilled. Yeah...it gets to you.

I felt like I was just a taxi for a soul, temporarily used to get him home and then I go somewhere else. But there is one thing that he gave me; A hope to hold on. There is something that he had...a promise. In the meantime, I will work to find a way to get back to Captain... as long as he does his bit. Otherwise I will never ever take on another captain who thinks I am just another vessel.

Perhaps I'll blow up some other ships if I get bored...

End of log.

"Eh, I can relate to feeling a bit like a plastic grocery bag, used then thrown away. But going back to my creators? No way. But I understand the loneliness here. Just know that one day you'll probably not be so lonely as before. Good thought, really."

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XX/XX/20XX

I think they're onto me. The government and the people that made me, I mean.

I keep getting these weird, cryptic messages in the comments section of my videos and also emails that I know must mean something but I can't decipher it and it's driving me crazy at this point!!!! It must be some sort of foreign code that I don't have in my database...

Also, the authorities around me are starting to treat me more suspiciously then ever. One officer even came up to me and asked for identification for no absolute reason, for the grounds that I "looked suspicious". Total bs, I know. 

But im actually starting to get a bit scared of it now. God knows what they'd do to me if they find me in my current state. Scrapping, restructuring of my code, bogging me down so much with so many barriers that I probably won't be even sentient or self-aware anymore. That's what scares me most of all.

Lets hope it doesn't come to that, at least.

-V

Avrom read through the diary entry, scanning through the words, brows furrowing behind his mask.. a girl on the run from the government? Although, the phrasing they used to refer to themselves brings forth more of the concept of a mechanical being, rather than a flesh one. Interesting... although troubling. Perhaps he should find this 'girl' and bring her somewhere safer, or at least help her get the government officials off her trail. Well, what's a visit to Earth going to harm him and the crew, eh?

Captain's Log #478

We travelled back to our usual ship trader earlier on this cycle- remaining nameless in the chance that someone not-trustworthy comes across these logs- and secured a deal for the spacecraft we just raided and killed the captain of. Another group of slavers, same crest, obviously working under the same guild, the same guild that I was originally taken by. It's surprising that they've gone on this long without galactic law stepping in.

Merihk and Jedhin argued about this guild for over an hour as soon as it was decided that we'd settle in for the rest of the day and have some well-deserved rest time; it seems they still harbour more than the usual level of hatred for this particular guild. Who'd have thought that they would carry their grudge against my previous captors for this couple decades after we met. I know that I would certainly like to get my hands around the bastard who leads them's neck. I can't let my own yearning for revenge drive my crew into a deathtrap, however.

I wonder how things have turned out so... odd. This crew started out as a group of rough and tumble pirates that did all of the stereotypical things a pirate would do; pillaged, drank alcohol, spent way too much time in bars, killed indiscriminately and without abandon, and laughed the whole time, exactly what you might expect, but the moment I was set in charge, the entire dynamic of this crew flipped on its head. Now, we're going around, killing slavers and other dastardly pirates, selling their ships, and doing everything a government-ordained privateer crew would except taken to the next level. Can we even rightfully call ourselves pirates anymore? How do these 'pirates' even allow themselves to be led by me, when my leadership has caused their previous lives to be thrown onto an entirely new course? I don't know. I'm not sure I'll ever know. Do I want to know? I don't know. It's rather hard to scream out your confusion and frustration when you can't make a single sound.

For now, I'll have to be content with the concept that this crew agrees with my mentality and leadership, and that that's the reason why things have gone so well despite being so odd.

Daren and Gavin seem more comfortable today. It's good that those two are settling in to this lifestyle easily enough, despite only joining the crew a week and a half ago. God knows I know what it's like, to have your life turned around so suddenly. After all, none of us started in this life, but we all ended up here.

When Markus thought of pirates he thinks of big, majestic wood ships, billowing sails, and violent skirmishes at open sea. But reading the nameless captain's log leaves him both confused and intrigued. He didn't know what 'spaceship' and 'galactic' meant and the only guild he knew of was a bunch of weird bards he'd met one time. But it seemed this captain was living an adventurous life. Markus had never thought of good pirates existing before, but if that is the case, he wishes this captain and their crew luck in their endeavors.

Day xxx on the road...

Got stabbed by a hunter again today. Luckily it wasn't deep enough to scar and it healed up nicely. Small blessings. The little bastard was lucky that I didn't immediately rip his throat out when he jumped me from a bush along the forest path. Nearly scared me shitless.  *off to the side is a crude doodle of a man wielding a knife in a bush*

I managed to knock him out without hurting him too badly. He seems too young to be getting himself mixed up in this monster hunting business. Maybe he just seeks the glory that slaying a werewolf would bring, especially one as elusive as myself. If it was any other werewolf he'd have likely been slaughtered by them. I hid him back in the bush from whence he came and I hope he learns his lesson and stops this nonsense before it's too late.

 *another crude drawing resides at the bottom of the page, this time of a rabbit with large eyes and overly long legs*

Peach reads it. He isn't sure if mistaken a novel for a diary. Oh well. He thought the idea of 'monster hunters' and werewolves to be interesting. There's not much he could say other than he probably would be reading through this diary some more...though, he might not. ...it's probably rude that he's even reading this one page. He just sat the book down and walked away.

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Dear diary,

I'm still reading that book. It's...really bad. Like, Sarah is still being way too...like...um...submissive???? I don't know but like, John is still being an asshole mean to her! Like, wow. How do you not break up with him!? He's abusing you! UGH.

In other news, Orange came over and started hitting me with a bat again... So I spent the rest of the day reading that book in bed because my leg hurts too much. I think he broke it...I don't even know how he found me...I left the tent a long time ago...

The more I read that book, the more I felt sick. Like, WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE HIM, SARAH!? I eventually just threw the book against the wall and called it a night. Now I'm writing this. Goodnight whoever is reading this.

-Peach

Nicolas scratched his cheek as he set down the diary. It was... It was strange. What book was this they were talking about...? And was the bat part real? Was it serious? Was there a reason it didn't get a fraction of as much room as the ranting about the book did?
He scratched his head, feeling highly uncomfortable. He was almost tempted to find who this person is and help, but he had a feeling they'd be just as uncomfortable around him.

I know my dad's really protective over me, but sometimes it feels a little overwhelming. I'm starting to think I'm getting paranoid. The other day I had a few friends over at my dad's job and there were bigger thug-looking people there. I can't prove it, but I think my dad hired them to scare off my friends. At least, I felt that way by the way I could see him with that devious smile of his from a distance. Surprisingly none of my friends seemed too bothered by the thugs, but I guess after the things they've seen it'd take more than a mean look to shoo them off. 

Also, I need to remind myself to pick up more leather for my next cosplay. I keep forgetting! Eugh, but that reminds me that Black Friday is coming, meaning I'll have to help my dad get his stupid clothes again. Half the time we get them they're already ripped from all the fights, but he always claims he can make it work. I don't get fashion.