Canas

† 015

2011-07-30T17:31:58Z

It was early evening of the 29th. Canas had accidentally spent his day in a book when he knew he should be wandering about. Unfortunately, it was just too good to put down! Oh well.

He had been slightly oblivious to the "cursed springs" problem, so he thought taking a dip wouldn't be too bad of an idea. It sounded so relaxing to him at the moment! (Besides, the passage he stopped at was just after a hot springs scene, where the protagonist had been in deep thought while relaxing in the calming waters of the enchanted spring... it made him kind of want to think for a while in a hot spring, too.)

So that's just what he did. And indeed, it was relaxing! That is, until he decided it was time to head back. Dripping wet, sure, but that was okay. He'd dry off on the walk back.

...Okay, so it was lasting longer than he expected, this state of being wet. By the time he made it back to the lodge, his hair had managed to drip all over onto the robes he carried. He would have to find a different thing to wear, but he'd have to dry off first.

It was an hour later. He still wasn't dry. In fact, he was dripping wet. An ocean of a puddle had surrounded him. What could be the matter? Grabbing a few towels he found conveniently at the deck, he wrapped himself up and ran to his room, grabbing his computer and attempting not to get it wet. Which was, granted, a difficult thing, and he did get water all over the keyboard.
†††††

[[The feed flickers on to show Canas wrapped in a bundle of towels. His hair is dripping wet. He flashes a sheepish smile to the lens.]] Hello everyone! It certainly has been nice, has it not? This vacation. It is just the relaxation I needed to get into the epic of Lord Enhmor of Endchaia. He seems to be a fantastic man, with the intelligence of a god and the skill of the finest swordsman--

I digress. Um... I seem to have a problem, and who better to ask than the people of this school? [[For being cursed, Canas sure is peppy.]] For some reason, after I went into the hot springs, I cannot dry off. I sat outside for approximately an hour and a half, and here I am... still as wet as can be. I seek a solution, but I can't imagine where to find one. Here I am, getting the floor all wet, and my computer does not seem to appreciate this treatment... Oh, the floor! I should probably get going... Someone is sure to be upset with me.

† 014

2011-07-08T23:34:35Z

Say... I was revisiting old entries of mine the other day, and I came to this realization: since becoming a librarian, I haven't been having much trouble with turning in books! This may be because I frequent the library more than I do my own room... That aside, I have got only $43 left to pay in overdue fines! No, let me check... $44.01, my mistake. I find that to be quite the accomplishment.

† 013

2011-05-06T03:24:36Z

Splendid news, everyone! Well... that is, it is unfortunate that our two librarians prior to this week are no longer in position, but...

I was requested to be the librarian from here on out. I am beyond thrilled, but there is no doubt in my mind that I have much to learn. If you ever need tutoring or assistance in the library, I will be more that pleased to help you out.

† 012

2011-04-10T01:20:39Z

Um... I apologize for not updating my account as often as the rest of you. I have yet to become fully accustomed to keeping this as a reliable journal, but I find paper to be more convenient most of the time. Even then, though... I never write down my day.

I fell incredibly sick due to malnourishment a few weeks back. I heard there was a scare of some sort and before I knew it, I woke up about a week and a half later with no recollection of the days previous. I still don't understand what happened, but I'm better now... with, ah, a few exceptions.

Hahaha, I guess I am still a little out of the loop in this school, aren't I? I can really tell from this chat room... I hardly know anybody. How long have I been here, anyways...?

‡ alternate universe

2011-03-05T05:59:51Z

[Somebody's door is left open, and inside the room is a pale, lifeless Canas. His eyes are soulless and he keeps muttering something, though he is completely immobile.

THAT IS CANAS' WEEK.]

† 011

2011-01-23T06:36:43Z

I have returned. I left Ilia last week but forgot to mention on my journal... I hope you understand. I can never bring myself to update this accordingly, you see.

While I was away, I remembered I was supposed to buy gifts for everyone! I delivered them this morning. Sorry they are so late... it's almost February, isn't it? This year, I will do better at keeping track of everything.

[[Indeed, that morning, Canas left a couple things in teacher mailboxes or the like. lole they are late, they were delivered on the morning of the 22nd for real.]]

Lash: He... really couldn't think of something to get for Lash, so he's grasping here: in Ilia, he got her something he thought she might like. That being, of course... a mine. An old-fashioned mine from Elibe. Totally functional, but it is contained in a glass bottle. What a strange contraption... Well, he remembered you liked explosives! It's the thought that counts, right?
Hawke: A thank you card. For the bonus. Yeah.
Lyn: SO CANAS WAS AT HOME and he found a book that he'd read over a thousand times that he thought Lyn might like, so she received a book about the legendary weapons of Elibe. YEAH.
Rhys: A fancy-looking book from Elibe about the Eight Legends. I think he probably fished it out for him because of what they've talked about and, quite frankly, because he's interested in learning more about Tellius.

Otacon: He remembered Otacon! He met him when he had computer problems and... when their clothes were switched. Whoops. That still doesn't mean he knows much about him. He never found anything back home he thought he would like, so when he got back, he stopped at... some local store. No, he stopped by the store, found nothing, and went into the coffee shop. There, he found one of these. Because Canas has grown fond of coffee himself, and... well, it's great anyways, and that is pretty cool, he thought.

~~He is a bad gift giver.~~

† 010

2010-12-28T07:26:26Z

Oh! I suppose the holidays just passed me by. I am terribly sorry, everyone: I only just remembered. However, I need to hurry on home to be with my family for New Years. It's beautiful there in Ilia, and they would be very disappointed if I forgot.

Thank you very much for the gifts, everyone. It's very thoughtful of you. Anyways, I'll be off! I believe I will be back by the 3rd of the new year.

† 009

2010-11-12T02:04:37Z

Well! What a surprise! It seems I found that pesky book! ...

[[Private from Ocelot | Hack Level 1]]
Um... would anyone kindly confess to chewing up a book called Cyclostratigraphy: Approaches and Case Histories? I know it's not an easy thing to do, but I've got to pay back for it soon, or Ocelot will have me, I'm sure. I can't let him know what happened, but I haven't any money left after paying for even half of those fines...

† 008

2010-11-05T20:54:18Z

Halloween was a fun time. Well, that is to say... I actually didn't do anything on the 31st, but going to the cafe was nice!

You know how everyone was given a costume once they entered? I noticed a couple people didn't like that, but... to be honest, I grew quite fond of mine. I don't even know what it was, but it sure was something. I was sad to see it go.

By the by... has anyone seen a book lying around? It's called, Cyclostratigraphy: Approaches and Case Histories. I seem to have misplaced it, and it's not in my room... and it's a bit overdue. If anyone's seen it, I would sure appreciate if you could let me know.

† 007

2010-08-02T02:54:43Z

Ahhh, I really should think about returning those books I checked out from the library. I found about 13 overdue ones, and I think there's more lying around my room. Somewhere. Oh, Canas, why must you be so messy?! Now I'm sure I've got some fines... When they were due, I haven't the slightest clue.

Even though I occupy much of my time with studying, I can't help but wonder if there will be some new event waiting for us around the corner. To be honest... I find this school to be thrilling, in its own way. Always something new!

† 006

2010-07-25T06:07:57Z

I doubt I'd ever want to be a Drifloon again! Well... actually, it was somewhat of an enjoyable experience in its own sense, but I think I'm fine being good old Canas.

My, it's been hot as of late... it's not so good to be wearing all these dark robes I usually put on. I'm so used to the weather back in Ilia that I don't have very many summery outfits. Ilia's very, very cold, even in the summer, which easily explains my lack of short sleeves and the sort. Maybe I should think about purchasing some, hmmm...

† 005

2010-07-15T18:32:01Z

cansom,eonre plse tell me3 whuat o amk/

i'm axtuelly suipposed tobe canasa, bu nw i loo mo9re lie a ballon creatu8re...

ii ould appreciayew any hr;p.

p. e. sofry for my bad typintt.

‡ tanetane island's energizing mushrooms

2010-07-02T03:01:51Z

After even the first nibble of a sandwich Canas managed to compile in the midst of a hardcore study session, he was out of it. Maybe it was the mayonnaise? Who knew.

All the shaman could tell was that his mother, Niime, was standing in front of the door to his room, casting her gaze down to the floorboards. Never mind that the walls had become a sickly pink color or that the clock that was once there had began to drip off its mount, but it was his mother!

"M-Mother!" he gasped, dropping the plate. The porcelain shattered to pieces.

"Clumsy. You, my boy, are clumsy," she scolded, shaking a finger. Canas gulped.

I know. I'll clean it up, is what he wanted to say. It wouldn't come out of his mouth.

"Clumsy as ever. Why can't you be perfect like your mother? Too kind, you are. Canas, you're disappointing me."

The young man straightened up, his mouth twisting into a frown. "Mother! I'm practicing... so hard!"

"It's not good enough. Your brothers. Look at your brothers. Look at your brothers. They tried harder than you, and they're better than you, and look at them now!" Niime motioned to her left, down the hall. Two corpses stood rigid, their hollowed eyes seeming to watch their youngest brother. Their lips mouthed haunting incantations while dark spirits hovered close to their bodies. "Look at them! They are magnificent. They held on to the strict methods of elder magic."

Canas stared at the books his brothers wielded, both copies of Nosferatu. "Look at them! They didn't goof off like Canas does."

He tried to turn tail and leave, but as he rounded the corner, he bumped into Renault. "Bishop!"

The bishop turned slowly, eyes soulless. "Do you really believe... that morphs... have souls? If they do, what about humans? Humans have souls, so why should morphs? Which one? You, or me?" Why did this frighten him so much? Canas whined, slipping on the floor as he tried to turn away. From behind him, the purple-haired man could hear Renault laugh; it was so uncharacteristically manic that he dared not look back. He caught himself less than gracefully and stumbled forward, only to bump into a wall that he could see through. His wife and son sat in a chair beyond the glass wall.

Nino approached and tugged on Canas' robes. "I wonder if you care about them. You don't seem like you do. You don't care about anyone. You don't even care about me. You forget us. You forget the people you think you love. But you don't. You don't love us. Canas. You don't love us."

The druid winced, hoping to apologize to his niece. He couldn't speak.

"Its the books, isn't it?" The green-haired youth burst into hysterics. "It's the books! I knew it! I'll show you! The books can't love, Canas! They can burn! Canas, the books are burning! They'll eat your son."

Beyond the glass wall, a fire had engulfed all in view. His family was out of sight. Canas cried out, but it was nothing intelligible.

"See? Hugh hates the dark. He hates the dark. Evil magic is bad for him. How can you live with yourself? You practice the dark. Evil! Canas, that's evil and bad and scary. Scary!" Nino shook her head while tears flew from her eyes. "Your demon magic scares your son and you don't care! We want to embrace the magic of nature, not the magic where bad spirits choke you and rip at your soul. How could you do that to your baby? How could you force him to stare at a demon? Like you." She frowned before running off, disappearing into the fire. He could hear the sobs of his niece beyond the flames. Or was it his wife? His son, Hugh?

He stood there dumbly, unaware that this was all a dreamworld.

† 004

2010-06-21T05:05:59Z

Oh. Oh Saint Elimine, I forgot what day it was! I have a son back home, and I really should be visiting him on Father's Day, right? Oh no, I completely forgot! My wife's sure to have a stern word with me now...

I suppose I should get packing and make it home before it's too late. Maybe I'll make it back to Ilia tomorrow. I should feel terrible with myself! How shameful.

† 003

2010-04-28T06:37:54Z

I probably should have posted something before I left, oops... No worries! I simply returned home for a week an a half to check up on my son, Hugh. He's growing up so fast... I've heard that's the way it is with all kids. Luckily I made sure to inform the school, so all is well.

So, there's a break, huh? How is everyone doing?

† 002

2010-04-09T04:36:40Z

My head has really been up in the clouds recently. Actually... it's more appropriate to blame my silence on books, as usual. Ha ha ha!

I keep hearing of this term 'prom,' and I thought, What a silly word! (I've never heard it before, for your information.) I decided to do a little internet search and by using the word promenade, it makes a lot more sense to me. Good luck with finding a special someone to attend it with, everyone! Don't forget to keep paying attention to school work, though.

~~Aahh... Lash is probably going with someone. Not that I'm going, but... It's a pity that I can't quiet this thought.~~

‡ valentine's day

2010-02-14T04:19:55Z

Valentine's Day... a day of love. While there was Canas' unfaltering desire for information, that was a separate issue altogether. He had a wife and a son at home, two people who he missed already. He sighed, pushing open the door of the library with his back. His hands were occupied: in them were numerous books fashioning a pile so high that it reached the midpoint of his vision.

Well, while he knew he could sit there and miss the love of his life, he decided that he would have plenty of opportunities to return home so that he could see her again. Just because it was a holiday didn't mean that he had to celebrate it. Besides, he had all these books at his disposal. Which would he choose? What a selfish thought. It didn't seem so to a man like Canas, though: he told his wife why he was leaving, and if he was going to be gone on a day like this, he'd better keep studying.

With all of these thoughts buzzing around in his head, the druid took no notice to the pinprick of the cupidbot. He passed person after person but couldn't see a single one of them, what with the books shielding his vision. Lucky him.

That surely couldn't last for long.

† 001

2010-02-11T06:57:34Z

Good evening, everyone! My name is Canas, a studious shaman-in-training. I’m here to learn, but with what I already know, I suppose I don’t fit into the category as a student anymore... But! There’s always a solution to that. I plan to be a student teacher here at Smash Academy. The teacher who teaches to learn, if you catch my drift.

Though I may be somewhat of an apprentice here, I'm quite adept in my knowledge of literature and magic. I simply love books, and elder magic has run through my family for generations. I'm well aware that there is already an English teacher and a magic teacher here at this school, so... I'm interested in coming by every so often. Maybe I'll have something to offer you two as you may have something to teach a scholar such as myself! Well, I'm actually a shaman, but one can never end their quest in learning! Knowledge is the reason for travel, you know.

I hope to meet the lot of you during my stay. Goodness, all of this technology is making my head spin... it's fantastic.