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  <title>their apex of reign</title>
  <subtitle>oh, she was truly the daughter of evil</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>[AU] Rin</name>
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  <updated>2008-10-01T11:03:48Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tyrantprincess:2020</id>
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    <title>•3rd message - [ voice ]</title>
    <published>2008-10-01T11:03:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-01T11:03:48Z</updated>
    <category term="oh god what"/>
    <category term="rin haet curses"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[fumbling is heard, along with a shaky intake of breath, &amp;quot;Lin&amp;quot; sounds like she's been crying]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I--... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;[she's whispering, rushing with her words]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I have heard...s-some very disturbing...n-noises, a-across from the living room I--&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[a mix of horrible noises is heard, and Rin yelps]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I-I--!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[another rushed whisper]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;L-Len please I--I can't I-I'm afraid to--!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tyrantprincess:1645</id>
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    <title>•2nd message</title>
    <published>2008-09-21T14:51:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-21T14:51:46Z</updated>
    <category term="rin haet snoops"/>
    <category term="clarifying"/>
    <content type="html">As I would like to clarify to those who I have spoken with; my name is Lin, not Len. The circumstances I was under drove me to use my brothers name, but now that he is here I would ask for you all to use my real name. I am sorry if this has caused any confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Private to Belphegor and Len ] &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Belphegor--I implore you to please refer to me as "Lin" in public. It would make things much easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Len--watch out for a man named Ryuuzaki. The second time I had spoken with him he asked a great deal of questions. I informed him that we lived in the countryside on the outskirts of the Land of Green.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tyrantprincess:1150</id>
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    <title>•1st message</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T21:21:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T21:21:30Z</updated>
    <category term="no idea people can read this"/>
    <category term="first"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;s&gt;...Is it finally my turn to be punished?&lt;/s&gt; Perhaps...&lt;small&gt;but it's alright...but I cannot help but continue to wish that someday he...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the bottle...I wonder why they hadn't taken it away from me before bringing me here...&lt;small&gt;but perhaps...perhaps someday I shall be able to cast it to the ocean like the others.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I survive until then, this journal shall serve as a reminder of my time in this place, wherever it may be. &lt;s&gt;It doesn't look like the Land of Blue...&lt;/s&gt;</content>
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