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Lenneth Valkyrie, like her? Hate her? Want me to work on something or pull back on anything? Is she too happy? Too depressed? Too strong? Too weak?

If you have anything to say about Lenneth, or want to plot, toss me a line here. You can also contact me on AIM, I only ask that you're polite about it.

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( Destiny by sinner sought, tragedy by power wrought... )

I am Lenneth Valkyrie. Leave a message for me and if my duties do not interfere, I will contact you soon enough.

( Defiler of souls! )

Lenneth has spent a lot of time as a human, and even more time as a goddess. But that doesn't mean that there haven't been certain influences in her life. As Platina, it was seen that she found the Weeping Lilies beautiful, so we can assume that she liked flowers. I believe that this trait would have carried over into Lenneth's personality. Or perhaps, it was originally Lenneth personality that seeped into Platina's.

In official (promotional) art we see Lenneth, Silmeria and Hrist by a waterfall as though they were swimming or bathing. I like to think it can be both. After all, as goddesses, why can't they enjoy a fresh water bath or swim in a lake? This also makes me to believe that Lenneth would be a young, nature loving, individual.

Lenneth also enjoys music, who doesn't after all. With the kind of person she is, I think piano music, harps and lyres would the the types of instruments most interesting to her. Instruments that produce soft and melodic sounds.

AND finally, Lenneth is incredibly ticklish. Backs of her legs, her feet, her arms and shoulders and back, all ticklish. No one would normally have the opportunity to discover this particular trait though because she's usually covered in armor or fighting. And no one would try to tickle a goddess in the midst of battle. Or ever really, unless their goal is to lose a limb or their head.

[Forward-dated to tomorrow]

I remember many things now but not everything. I am Lenneth Valkyrie, formerly a goddess charged with the duty of collecting the souls of fallen warriors, training them and guiding them to Valhalla to serve the gods. I surpassed my given purpose and became the All-Mother, restored all life connected to Yggdrasil following Ragnarok. Beyond that, I can remember nothing but I know there is more aside from Edensphere.

I can't return home unless I remember everything. It wouldn't be fair to my... children, I suppose is the most accurate word. I'll remain here, I think. For the time being, in any case. I'm not sure I can be happy just staying here now.

Perhaps I'll visit my world. I recall that I disguised myself when walking among humans, I can do so again.

Everyone, it's been wonderful meeting you. And if we never see each other again, I'll still consider most of you friends.

Lezard... You saved me once, I think. I can't remember details but it felt like it was your doing, after my sister stole my body. Thank you.

I prefer the last outfit I was trapped in, the caped one that my hair kept coming loose in. This one is just... insulting. I feel complely ashamed, wearing this.

I'm afraid I won't be coming into work while stuck like this, Captain Kiba. In fact, I won't even be leaving my home. I apologize.

[ooc: Haha, no more Super Girl costume. Now we have Starfire.]

Well, this is a bit better than the swimsuit. ~~Sorry Lezard, I didn't get to keep it.~~

It's still very revealing though. And my hair won't stay in a braid in this... costume.

[Ooc: Lenneth is going to be dressed as Super Girl.]

I think I'd prefer the swimsuit over this. No- I don't think, I'm positive I would.

[Tap. Tap. Tap.]

I'm surprised I can hold my pen.

Are any others suffering from... Ah, transparency? I woke this morning to see my pillow. Through my hand.

[Backdated to the morning of the 30th, as well. Because LJ is still being a jerk to me on occasion.]

Ah! What is this nonsense! I get dressed this morning and the moment I step outside, my clothes are gone and replaced with... this-

Oh, I can't even describe it.

I tried to change back into my clothes but the moment I stepped back outside, I was stuck in this thing again.

I apologize to everyone.

[A few taps of her pen, then she adds:]

Lezard, I promised to pay you back for all your assistance. So I've baked you something. You're welcome to come by whenever you're free. If you'd like.

[ooc: Lily is now stuck wearing this. And is embarrassed beyond belief. She won't be leaving her house often while this is happening. Anyone that does try to get her to come out, must work for it! And convince her that she won't die from being seen so improperly dressed.]

I bought a book in the bazaar on cooking, I thought it might be fun to try to learn how to cook. It also gives me something to do with most of my spare time.

I was wondering if anyone would like to help me. ~~And potentially tell me of how much of a failure my cooking may or may not be.~~

As I've seen others doing, I'll be doing the same. There's far to many new residents to say 'hello' individually. To all those recently arriving here in Edensphere, my name is Lily. I'm relatively new here myself and I can assure you that it's not difficult to adjust. The people here are very kind, I had what help I needed and I'm certain that you all will as well.

If anyone wants to talk, we can do so here. Or we can speak in person, should you like.

[ooc: This is forward dated to about three hours after Sniper's death ~~because I'm geeking out on Runescape~~.]

I keep hearing things. It's happened twice already.

It happened in my memory but it felt different, like it was supposed to happen. It doesn't feel like that here.

~~I think I may be losing my mind.~~

[Scribbled out quickly.]

There are fireflies following me. It's becoming slightly irritating. There are... nearly thirty of them.

They move about constantly so I can't count them accurately.

Is there any way to get rid of these things?

I can use my wings. And without any peril.

[Sorry Key, no need to place Lily in any danger.]

And it felt so amazing. I'm going to try flying with them next time I have the chance.

~~What would you be if you called others~~

[Scribbles it out.]

If you look and act human, what else could you be but human?

This memory... It raised more questions than it answered. And the only one it answered was that I was skilled in combat.

[A distinctly feminine handwriting flows across the page as Lily writes. There's at least a minute, maybe two between sentences and she's very careful that no ink drips onto the page.]

Hello, my name is Lily... Can everybody really read what I'm writing?

I've only been here a day but already I'm getting a bit stir crazy. Would any one care to go jogging or something active with me? Really, anything is fine as long as I'm moving around or doing something. Even talking will keep me busier than I have been.

Also, I'd like to thank you, Lezard. You were quite a lot of help to me.

The cries of dying soldiers. The soul of a girl crying out for someone to save her. And then, a demon, a beat that could crush the skills of humans in one hand. It takes the hand of one who cares little for life to do that to a girl. She could not let this go on, especially as the human that the girls souls cried to went to fight the demon she’d become. As he approached, skulls that flamed appeared. Minor undead that would obey the demon there now.

The scent of blood is heavy in the air, bodies of the soldiers that had been caught off guard lay strewn across the ground haphazardly. Lives that could have been lived perhaps a bit longer if not for necromancy. No tears would be shed from the woman for the loss of their lives however. It wasn’t her place to weep for the dead.

Wings spread, seeming to emit their own light, she joined the human. A burst of perfect white feathers and the wings vanish, the feathers disappearing. In another situation, one would remain on the body of a human who she chose. There’s not a moments hesitation as she destroys the undead skulls and moves to take on the demon.

“Stop!! That’s-!” The man yells out to her and she takes a glance at him.

“She can’t be helped. She can’t be brought back. You should try to get away from the battle.” She said coolly. It was almost as if she felt nothing. At least, nothing like compassion. The man, still, stood his ground and held his heavy sword ready. She shook her head and then added: “Human, life is not something to be thrown away. If you are a true warrior, you will find your true path in the maelstrom of battle.”

The sword she held felt light in her hands as she attacked the demon. The man joined her, heavy sword swinging without any sort of tactic, merely to do what damage he could. In sharp contrast, she fought by seeking out places unguarded. As light as he sword felt, it cut deep and did damage enough to stagger the demon. It was not to be compared with the weapon her current companion wielded but it did it’s job and served her well.

With each strike from the two, the demon grew weaker and weaker until finally, he succumbed to death. And in death, the body of the demon melted away to leave the body of a young girl. With surprising gentleness, the man covered her battered and bloodied body with a blanket before moving on. Back to Artolia. Once he was out of sight, she turned to the girls body and, steadily, her soul was separated from her body.

((ooc: A little bit of the manga is adapted into the memory. Mostly because youtube was being bitchy an my psp is charging so I couldn't review the cutscenes I wanted.))

She found herself sitting in a meadow of lilies. Silver hair loose from its braid blew around her in a breeze she couldn't feel, the moon high in the sky. Behind her, she could hear a voice though she couldn't place to who that voice belonged.

"-Weeping lilies!" Is that what they were called? They were so lovely though. How could anyone look upon these and think of the word 'weeping'? And then, the sound of someone weeping draws her attention- A young woman with blonde hair, weeping over the body of a man. At her shoulder was another woman with longer blonde hair, this one wearing armor. Neither face could be seen, turned away from her. Both seemed, no, felt connected. As if the grief of one bled into the other.

And even she could feel their grief, if only minutely.

'I know them...' But she couldn't remember them. Is this why they were called weeping lilies? Because they were connected to pain? Or was it symbolic? Her mind raced and she stood, taking a looking around the valley. As she slowly gazed around, bodies seemed to materialize. Each one killed in one manner or another.

"Why...?" She question, voice small and saddened. And then, a stray tear fell down her cheek at the sight of so many lives lost. It was normal, lives being lost. Inside, she knew that. Seeing them all laying there though, dozens upon dozens upon dozens more bodies... It was overwhelming.