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February 3rd, 2005
08:56 am - Progress!
Today I kissed it. It wasn't an unpleasant experience, all things considered. Fangs are odd, but not repulsive. And it smells nice.
More importantly, I think it begins to trust me. I had thought that tea shop toadie had trampled my opportunity, but maybe it just made it more interested in me. Now I look even more pitiful.
I'm definitely getting better at this blind thing too. I don't think I crashed into anything. The only thing I don't like is not being able to see who's looking at me. It's a good disguise. No one would associate Richars Vorrutyer, proud scion on the noble Vorrutyers with any sort of deformity or infirmity. Well of course, there are those insanity rumours, but it should be quite clear to anyone with half a brain that Lady Donna has that all sewn up neatly in her little countship.
How could the Imperium confirm that sick joke? What pathetic sort of degeneration have we stooped to that allows that to sit in the Council of Counts as an equal. Well, the conversatives must be heartily sick of her by now. It might be time to start actively courting them for when I make my next challenge.
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January 20th, 2005
10:47 am - I will kill that moron
It's been nearly a week since the incident at the tea shop and it still hadn't come out to meet me. It rained yesterday. I sat in the rain waiting for it. If it doesn't meet me today, I shall have to take more drastic action.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://www.yesowitch.org/Richarsmood/annoyed.jpg) annoyed
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January 19th, 2005
January 11th, 2005
01:38 pm - Reflections (private journal)
Phase 1: Initial contact complete.
I know I shouldn't get carried away with my own genius, but subborning a member of Vorkosigan's own house is sheer brilliance.
Walking around only able to see shadows is an interesting experience too. I could have gotten contacts that would make my eyes look sightless but that I could see through, but I wasn't sure that it wouldn't sense that. I imagine it has strongly developed senses for this sort of thing. An odd feeling to imagine what it must be smelling on me. Of course, I have to stay in my townhouse, to make it easy for them to find me, and they will find me. I will have them so stirred up, they will want to find me, and contain me as best they can, but I'm still Vor, loyal to the imperium, but above all, to the justice of the imperium. Really, when you think about it, the progressives won't like Lady Donna any more than I do, or than the conservatives do. It's an abomination and they respect that. They were just blindsided by Vorpatril and the fossils.
And it's just like Vorkosigan to marry a mutant. Pass his poison along to the next generation. Compound insult and injury. And it's just like him to encourage such degradation in the Vorrutyers. I should have aimed for Lady Donna's throat, not her pants. A shame and stain on good name of the Vorrutyers. When I think of all the good genetics wasted by wimps like Pierre and By, and deviants like Donna, inbreed to the point of impotence, especially when compared against someone like me, who has initiative, creativity, drive.
I will be back to serve for the good the Imperium and the pride and honor of the Vorrutyers. I will restore honour to our ancestors.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://www.yesowitch.org/Richarsmood/determined.jpg) determined
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