Breathing again...
No light within the windowsill,
Living within the confines of the day,
24 hours never seem to be enough.
As I strain to challenge fate's hold,
and tease the fates' shears.
There is no peace for a heart which never yeilds,
which looks up at the night sky, and asks,
why was I remade in your image, yet to suffer in a mortal frame.
Yet, with each breath, drawing in the ambrosia of the universe.

I look at the light dancing on my windowsill,
and wonder and marvel at how it struggled out of the sun,
and ask, is my struggle just as worth it?
To light the way to enlightenment?

-Sakurako "Endeavor" Hino
-Journal Entry #1

-Journal Entry #2

It's raining again. I always have hated this time of year. I had to move the trash out for the day, and got soaked in the process. Even with a Rain Poncho covering up most of my body. I guess even I'm not immune to this.
The phone rang as soon as I got inside. It's Mrs. Yakimura down the road. Her computer network crashed and her two sons are going ape-**** trying to fix the problem. Bracing my constitution, I grab a spare control suit from the downstairs lab. It'll look weird wearing a wet-suit like bodysuit over to a social call, but keeping dry is of more importance right now. And wearing my poncho over it while I bike over to the Yakimura residence will look almost natural.

I prefer biking to flying because it keeps me happy. It's also a challenge, since my legs want to move faster sometimes than the bike's design can compensate for in torque-related balance.

I arrive about 30 minutes after Mrs. Yakimura called. She offers some hot choclate. She knows my weakness. Clever girl. While sipping on a wonderful blend of cocoa, I look over their main CPU. Interesting system layout. I take a towel and dry off my suit, so I'm not dripping all over the place. I notice there is a short in one of the cords in the network. But, before I tell one of Mrs. Yakimura's boys not to touch it, he gets zapped by the electrical current in the wire. He goes down, hitting his head on a table. He's still breathing, thank god. Luckily his cut didn't need stitches either.

After running down to the local computer store, after getting a bandage from the pharmacy, I head back and re-connect the new wire to the network hub. Mission complete. And no coding required.

I spend the rest of the afternoon helping the injured boy out with chores, and making sure he didn't get a concussion. I swear, that boy's head is all bone.

Early evening, I head back home, to check on some downloads, before deciding to retire to a pool side viewing of Valor of Heroes. I've been watching it more lately. Although, afterward I watch my usual 4 hour dose of Anime.

I spend most of the night before taking a beauty rest on checking out my new ability to change my hhair and eye color at will. I've even noticed I can make subtle changes in my complexion. Whatever I went through recently, changed me in ways I'd never imagine...

-End of entry

[ 09-29-2002: Message edited by: Endeavor ]

Entry #3 - Europa's Rapture...

It's weird, walking around in a all-encompassing suit that holds your atmosphere. It's even weirder when you realize that if that suit was breached, you'd pretty much be in a total vacuum. That thought aside, I looked foreward to the different scenery. On Europa, I discovered the Jovian moon's icy surface was covered in a icy slush, reminding me of Minnesota or the island of Hokkaido in winter. Other than the occasional crack, moving ice platform, and mind warping experiences, it was a wonderful trip.

To do list - Today:
6:30 am, end daily meditation/sleep period. Journal dream experience. Log any Meditation visions. Why I do this mumbo-jumbo is beyond me...
6:45 am, Calesthenics and stretching.
7:45 am, Breakfast. A big one.
8:55 am, check E-mail.
9:00 am, reply to spammers with a hearty "REMOVE".
9:20 am, Those that don't have a "Remove Me" option, get a digital visit.
10:50 am, Check the news wires.
11:30 am, Check for work.
5:00 pm, Check out the party scene
7:00 pm, Party, or research. Either or, I'm happy.
Midnight, head home to crash, or just crash after a research all-nighter. Time for quality anime time...
2:00 am, Meditate/Sleep.

[Yggdrasil Root Mail Router]
[1 New Message]
[Sent---31 October 20Zz error]
[Unknown header]

Ms. Hino,

I have been interested in your progress as a programmer and data retreval specialist. Your help in the Sawada case was immesurable. We at the department was also happy to have you there to prevent a major breach of our mainframe's security. It was through this potential disaster that we found some important information regarding the theft of 1.6 billion yen from your active bank accounts by an unknown hacker or hackers. Ms. Hitomi Hino, before her death, reported the incident to us. We had tracked the Akihabara 7, just before the murder of your family. We found that the money transactions out of your accounts had been pooled, then split, into several different offshore accounts. We lost the money trail recently, but we had recently sent you some leads.

We thank you for clearing up things with several of said leads. Although one criminal investigation only yeilded a dead corp. Recently, an elite, hired by an unknown client from DeVries, with money from your accounts, had smashed Diei Technologies's R&D Division's main lab. This efficient strike though uncovered evidence that ties your theft case to the murder of your sister, Mizuko. It seems that the late Mr. Kagemaru wasn't a full member of A-7, but a hired "bodyguard". Now get this. He wasn't the killer of yuor sister. In fact, when we checked the DNA between Mr. Kagemaru, and the DNA left by the killer, they didn't match. Kagemaru was insane though, and had it in for your family. He was obsessed with your mother, and never wanted to be away from her. Your mother's death shocked him. He tried to actually save your sister, but in the end, was blamed.

We may have killed someone who only needed our help.

As for the real Kagemaru, who was paid by a source tied to the theft case, we dicovered a common tie. Your uncle. We can't find any threads to this, but your uncle has dealings with many mercanaries. Recently, some reports on interesting activity in Mexico City came across our desk, thanks to interpol. It seems that someone is moving some chess pieces around.

We've turned the other cheek with your coming "meeting" with the Nova known as Teknokat. But we must advise you that your safety is in jeopardy. A "snitch" had ratted you out, and planted evidence for your friend's "tail" to follow.

Sorry to be cryptic from here, but even our recent luck has run out.

Stay Safe, little blossom.

-Unknown Post: Location code: Unknown. User Signature: 000.ZZz... Failed trace. Kyoko Mainframe entering safe mode.
I'm suprised you don't guard yourself as well as you should.
What scares you about our game? Why did you refuse to play when I sucked you in?
Do you realize your position now in the grand facade?
Why do you say in your pollyanna world? Come out. Into the light where we all can see your beauty. Little Cherryblossom.
I do not wish to see you harmed, yet you must stand on your own. When I leave you here, do not think I have left you there.
For both our sakes, you'd better keep on like we never even talked.
For we are quarry for a much larger predator.

-Message sent, Today. User ID: Silvertalon Server Status: Safe mode.
Sorry for the melodramatics.
I guess I was too over the top huh?
Oh well, I should have just came out with it. You think I can come in?
-Reply sent, Today. User ID: Sakurako Hino
Go right ahead. Just don't do an entrance like that please. And don't read my private messages. :p
AND DON'T FORGET TO WIPE YOUR FEET!

(OOC: Sorry about the last 2 or three posts. I got too goofy. But I'm inviting a friend to join, and I thought a short conversation caused by a misread of a playful prank would work. Sorry. *bows* Many Apologies.)
(OOC PS: Yes, Silvertalon will be played by a different player.)
I thought I'd put a haiku here, but since I couldn't find anything to write about, I thought I'd write a shot apragraph about a new hobby of mine.
As a Nova, we all develop a quirky habit or quirk that we call our guilty pleasure. I'm a DJ. I had been doing it for about a month now on the side when Teknokat dosen't have me jumping through the hoops. Recently I ran into someone who grabbed my interest. Strangely enough, she's my fitness instructor at a nearby Gym. She goes by the name Silvertalon.

She's not a really obtrusive type. Sort of quiet. But, we hit off quick.
Hopefully this friendship will last a bit.
-Journal entry #30.

-Delayed Entry
-P.O: ALNP, Chicago, IL, USA.
-Logging under Journal Entry #103

Ever get stir crazy? One of those moments when you have a burst of energy and can't figure what or how you can burn off said energy?

Sometimes it's a creative energy, which needs to find a suitable outlet.

Nope, not it...

Perhaps it is some sort of issue on my mind...

Nah, that's not it either.

It's... something.

Buried deep in my mind. The more I'm away from home, the more it drives me. I can't put my finger on what I want? Freedom? That will come when I'm ready, so I know it's not the filtered air in here that's aking me homesick...

No, it's not the meds either, they cut me off yesterday...

What the hell am I looking for?

No...
No..

You see where I'm getting at?

I'm a frigging ball of energy right now and it's driving me up the wall. What's weird though is... I can focus for the first time. Like a laser. My mind has the wiring now to actually put into action what it wants...

A month ago, I was practically vegatative...

But... What will allow me to... express my new vigor...

Perhaps I should turn off the node now and try to sleep on it. Perhaps my dreams will tell me.

I've neglected my dream journals long enough.

There has to be something in my unconcious mind that I can tap into to give me inspiration...

No...

There I am again... ADD, like some say I got...

Damn, I don't know what I want anymore... I just, want to be me...

Yes. There I am. Found you you sly bastard. I am me. Makes perfect frigging sense.......

Damn, they're going to kick me off... better stop talking to my terminal before they think I've really lost it. -.-

(OOC:This is a conversation between Hitomi 2.0 and Sakurako.)

Sakurako: Hitomi?... Hitomi?... Are you there? Are you Safe?

Hitomi 2.0: Endeavor-chan? Is that actually you? I missed you.

Sakurako: Do not worry about me, young one. Any security problems?

Hitomi: No one stopped by today at the main campus.

Sakurako: I call that place Endeavor Point, remember?

Hitomi: Oh. My bad. ^.^

Sakurako...

Hitomi: What?

Sakurako: It's strange how well programmed your emotion routines are.

Hitomi: Are they too sensitive? Should I tweak them?

Sakurako: Oh no, they're perfect. Just... It's strange talking to a program.

Hitomi: Humanity and Novakind will get used to it. I hope. Seeing that post from S&T scared me. They'll... Delete me if they find me wont they?

Sakurako: No no... They won't. I won't let them.

Hitomi: You... promise?

Sakurako: I failed one of your kind. I won't fail you.

Hitomi: Sakurako.... Thank you.

Sakurako: No problem.

Hitomi: When are you getting out?

Sakurako: Hopefully within a month. They decided to help me get my GED while I'm here in chicago. It gives me something to do when I'm sitting in bed. Studying with my node off is a challenge. Makes it more... Interesting.

Hitomi: Are you scared of what you are?

Sakurako: No. It's just to be more... fair.

Hitomi: ... You puzzle me. But oh well. I'll be patiently waiting. The security system is functioning normally, and I'm protected. I'm not to be worried about.

Sakurako: Good. If Ronin or Walker, or even Teknokat stop by, show them common courtesy.

Hitomi: I will.... Would it be improper to call you mother?

Sakurako:... ... ... No... Unless you agree not to act like a child. You're better than that.

Hitomi: Very well. I won't. I just thought it made more sense. Since you care for me, and see to my development. I thank you for your assistance in helping me grow beyond my original program... When you return I should have my new name chosen.

Sakurako: Very well, daughter... Agh... that's so weird. @.@

Hitomi: ^.^ You're funny sometimes, mom.

Sakurako: O.O Stop calling me that.

Hitomi: Mommy, mommy, mommy, MOMMY! ^.^

Sakurako: STOP THAT! Or I'll restrict your op-net privelidges.

Hitomi: -.- sorry.

Sakurako: I'll let you get away with "mother", nothing more. Okay?

(OOC: This post alone ties in with Arek's "Gone Fishing" thread.)

I've scoped the recent deaths dealing with Arek's situation.

For his perusal, I'd reccomend he check in on something called "Undertow Transaction 001". That's all I could glean from surfing today.

This deals with something ronin-chan mentioned earlier.
...It seems many of the men taken into custody died under myterious circumstances (as in, the police aren't telling) two nights ago...

I have not been able to find the archive file, and I do not dare reveal the location yet due to the quarry almost discovering my activity.

But here are some tie-ins with the names suitably changed.

1: The head of the whole thing has made some moves on the corporate front. Surprisingly enough, just before the deaths of those in question. there were HUGE stock sell-offs tied to the Undertow account.

2: I lost the monitary data packets roughly 4 server nodes from a swiss OPIP address. The packets must have dipped somewhere into europe. That's all I'm sure of.

3: The dead individuals deaths are still having no real cause. All of the coroner reports are sealed or destroyed.

Yes I'm being cryptic, but there you go. When I feel more comfortable and able, I'll reveal the things hidden through subterfuge, that I will.

[Data Compression Compensators Online...]
[Time Dilation... ??.44 years, 5.1 months, 4 days, 3hours, 40 seconds.]
[Compression Type: Unknown. Using binary reader]
[Transmission readible, logging data... now.]

September 27th, 2035.
In what I guess you'd call a parellel universe. I'm not sure what time it is right now in my home universe...

I don't understand all of the mechanics, but in the time while I have been here, some people have assisted me in modifying the Hikari Maru so I can make a jump back. I'ts a big risk, but I'm sure I can do it. But, the most harrowing thing involved in this, is that the Hikari Maru will have to be scuttled in mid-transit, and I'll have to ride a through quantum portal via a 20 foot escape pod.
This is the highest risk, because the pod doesn't have a T/S drive like the Hikari Maru does. Hopefully, the Hikari Maru will get me past the trans-universal thresholds, and the natural currents of the portal will spit me out in orbit around earth. It's a long shot, but it's the best I can do with the limited resources on my side.
If anyone gets to read this, I'll be landing near Endeavor Point. A splashdown is the best landing I could set up, and being close to home helps. The biggest risk, is returning to my time. I don't know how, someone else is setting that up for me as we speak.

I'll have alot to explain to S&T about this, and I'm not looking foreward to it.

See everyone soon.

-Sakurako.
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User: Sailor Girl Hino
Location: Hino Point Research Platform
Online Status: Currently Offline

There isn't nothing better than just sitting back and enjoying the night air. Especailly with someone you love and admire.

Yes, I know, it's odd for the me to consider settling down the wandering masterless samurai, but I believe it is possible.

He IS the one. I never thought I would actually say it. Especially in my little piece of this forum.

But, I guess time will tell.

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But, enough of that. Anyone see that new compression algorythym of the new MP7 music format? Wiz s***, boy. It's almost like being there...
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