Howdy folks. I thought that I’d change it up a little bit for her this time around. Usually her journal entries are on the serious side, and have quite a bit to do with her duty and her faith; the backbone of what she is. For the sake of variety, I thought I’d add a more personal touch and remind everyone that she’s a person, too. Hope it’s enjoyable.
Osanna enjoys a rare opportunity to converse with Ameiko over breakfast in the pre-dawn hours before traveling to the shrine of Sarenrae , and then heading to Abaddon to save Ko’s soul on yet another damned fool idealistic crusade.
“You’re not eating your food, Osanna. You’ve declared war on it. If you keep hacking at the ham you’ll saw right through the plate, and not even you get to carve your initials inside a heart on my bar. What is it?”
She sets her silverware down politely, and chuckles while she wipes her face.
“I’m hungry! Running about in all of this metal gives me quite the appetite. And your food is clearly the standard by which I compare all other food.”
Ameiko smiles and cocks an eyebrow at her redheaded friend.
“Am I laying it on too thick? I’m sorry. I’ll work on it. In reality, I’m trying to focus on too many things and it’s getting to me. Do you know where we’re going today?”
“I heard Samael talking to that beautiful man at the corner table yesterday evening. I heard enough. If it were anyone other than the lot of you I’d say that you were all completely insane. But yes, that’s enough to put anyone in a serious mood.”
“You don’t want that one, Ameiko. Trust me. Bad news doesn’t begin to describe him. Anyway, our pending extra planar travel is only a small part of what’s on my mind. We’ll go, we’ll conquer, and we’ll return. Ko’s soul will be freed, we’ll resurrect him, and he’ll be sitting in his halfling-sized chair right over there once again.”
“Ok so…you’re telling me that potentially being torn apart by divs and daemons doesn’t bother you at all? This sounds serious.”
“It doesn’t. I’ve been dead. I know what’s going to happen now. No matter what happens to me, I know that She’s waiting for me on the other side and that I’ve lived a fulfilling life.”
“Ok ok. Enough religion for the morning. Spit it out.”
“I feel as though I’m going to Abaddon with Varisia’s worst seven-year-olds. I feel like I should be wearing an apron and whacking them with a broom when I’m with them. Don’t gawk at me, now. Think about it.”
Osanna holds up one finger at a time as she describes her compatriots.
“Little boy number one is a destructive, power-hungry sadist that loves nothing more than pulling the legs and wings off of insects and bullying the other children. Little boy number two is the good-hearted, yet socially-stunted chubby shut-in that wants to play with his books and not play with the others. Little boy number three is the one that gets in to everything that mother tells him not to get in to, and ends up constantly getting himself and the other children hurt, burned, cut, or otherwise injured. My wayward little girl is grouchy, and desires to make mud castles and play with the lizards and puppies outside instead of play with her siblings. Then, of course, there’s the last little boy. Precious though he is, he’s been the smallest one his entire life and has to stand up to the bigger ones over and over again to the point where he doesn’t know when not to….and gets himself killed because of it.”
“That’s…harsh. I don’t think that I’ve ever hear you say anything like that. Honest!…But harsh.”
“This is a good point in time to remind you that paladins aren’t required to be nice. I just am, by nature.”
Osanna flashes her sunshine-like smile that makes Ameiko laugh.
“Oh. And let me not forget the little boy from across the street. He has a potty mouth, he’s very inappropriate, he lies, he’s ignorant, and he tracks mud across your carpet. But you let him keep coming over, because the rest of the dysfunctional children play better together when he’s here and you can keep a better eye on him when he’s around.”
“Ah, you’re talking about the elven newcomer. I’d say you’re spot on with that one. I know a sleazy con when I see one. We know our own.”
It’s Ameiko’s turn to flash a charming smile.
“Touché, but you’re not sleazy. He’s half drow, too. Factor that into your calculations.”
“Are we judging based off of appearance, Osanna?”
“Hardly. I told him as much. I doubt that he believed me, though. Why would he? It must be my long dishonest streak….or because I turned him down. I doubt that he’s used to that.”
Ameiko nearly chokes on the coffee that she’s drinking.
“Stop it. Hmm. The sun’s coming up. I need to finish obliterating this breakfast so that I can get on about my business. May I please have a cup of that coffee? Preferably from the batch that doesn’t have your sinuses in it.”