Journal Entry: Alexis Cervantes

That sentence means that it hurts more when you lose things if you rely on those things more. It's fairly common sense, yet people often don't foresee it coming true. Even I'm a victim of this fallacy: I relied on my authority to make sure the rune wasn't trapped, but what if the rune tricked my authority and I got killed anyways? My conservation with Mathis echoes these ideas, I just don't know the underlying rules of the world.

I looked at the sun again, it was almost set, I figured it was time to go to bed and explore my castle-sized dorm. I walked out of the stone porch to my general living area to try to find some food. Luckily, the long wooden king's table in an open-door room to my left kind of gave it away.

In that room, there was a door that led to the kitchen, a place that's probably as big as a house. I was lazy and hungry so I just grabbed some bread and was about to eat it, then stopped and shook my monocle while looking at it and thinking, 'it is not poisoned' and then ate it.

After my improvised dinner, I traversed the open space trying to find my room, I came across a staircase which led up to my room-study thing, it was massive, like everything else here, full of books with a king-sized bed and table, I searched the books, yet none of them were a notebook, nor did I find a pen nor quill, so I sat on my bed thinking.

'If I want a notebook I could probably ask for it tomorrow, but I also want to test something: Can the guilty manifest a notebook? I know the guilty's description, 'The origin of hate, The embodiment of all fears, Murphy's Law.' and all that, but I have realized it more or so functions on belief and not necessarily fear, so if I believe I'm holding a notebook, will I be? 

I closed my eyes, and imagined if I opened them I would see a notebook in my right hand and a pen in my left, I imagined myself feeling the pen and notebook, imagined their texture, imagined their temperature, and imagined their weight, until I believed that I truly felt that texture, that temperature and that weight.

I then opened my eyes to a notebook in my left and a pen in my right, and began writing. I wrote the title: Fallen, and flipped it open, beginning to write down my first person.

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Name: Alexis Cervantes

Gender: Female

Personality: highly offensivable, high-strung, feministic, slightly aggressive

Skin color: white

Weight: seemingly average

Hair Color: auburn-brown

Eye Color: red-scarlet

Authority: World's order

Authority Description: The ability to say anything and it to become true.

Authority Weaknesses: meaning is often lost in translation, this includes when speaking, her authority doesn't cater to what she means but what she says.

Elimination plan 1: remove all air from a surrounding area and wouldn't be able to save herself

Elimination plan 2: stealthily strike at the voicebox and eliminate her with normal means 

Elimination plan 3: Get her to admit she doesn't exist or has died 

Threat level: 3 out of 10

Threat level explanation: fairly easy to stop her speaking, can be eliminated easily, but if she's allowed to talk things could go south, so 3 out of 10.

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I then closed my notebook and eyes imagining the texture, shape, size, weight, and feel of the items turning to air and opened my eyes to my hands holding nothing. I then tried 're-summoning' my notebook and pen, which succeeded roughly as I expected it to, and then looked in the book to confirm my previous writing was there and after confirming it, I de-summoned my book and pen and went to bed.

I woke up and got out of bed, I wondered how they would contact us. I shook that thought off, rightfully believing that it wasn't my job to organize all the students. And decided to check my wardrobe: white shirts, underwear, pants and socks. The most boring wardrobe I have ever laid my eyes on, it was so boring it became impressive. I should really do some shopping later.

I looked at the bland clothing, and looked down at the rags I was wearing. I was thankful that my clothes weren't the center of attention yesterday. It was probably because everyone else's wasn't much better. I took my rags off in favor of the tasteless white, I looked in the mirror and then imagined the appearance of my clothes shifting from blank white to matte black and imagined a pitch black fur cloak to wear with cloth gloves and shoes to match

I opened my eyes to the imagined scene and smiled, this was much better. I then decided to get some breakfast, bread and more bread. After 'purifying' it with my authority, I ate. In the middle of my binge eating sessions, I heard a ringing noise, seemingly originating from my fireplace. I approached cautiously, upon further inspection it seemed to actually orginate from the mirror above the fireplace. I echoed a "hello?" and the mirror was shown with light, it was the face of the headmaster.

"Hello there, Mr. Valentine, by the look on your face, you remember who I am, that's good. I am here to tell you that you are free to explore the campus. Although, we are doing partner selection at 6 P.M. which is one of the few mandatory events in this school. I must tell you that if you are late, you will be automatically teleported to the selection anyways. See you there! Have fun on your first day Mr. Vanitas."

The tele-mirror thing then shut off. Will automatically teleport me no matter where I am, seems like big brother strikes again. I will admit their mysterious instantaneous tracking methods are a little concerning. I guess it's more fuel to add to my conspiracy bonfire. I'll try to meet up with some people.

I approached the ground sigil and activated it while believing it couldn't harm me. I ended up teleporting to an unfamiliar courtyard. It was filled with the people I saw yesterday, Mathis and Ana approached me in their plain white garb, "Hey, Vanitas, could you perhaps tell us where you got the clothes from?" Ana asked. 

"Oh, these are just the clothes the academy gave me. Although it seems you guys did not receive any. I would call it a shame, but actually it's probably a good thing." Mathis raised his right eyebrow, "Why would you say that, Vanitas?" "Well, it seems that this academy really understands who to favor." I said with a smile. 

Mathis' raised eyebrow immediately returned to its resting position as a frown came upon his face. " Strange, I wouldn't expect the councilor of the tin foil hat order to be so accepting of clothes others give him." 

I frowned, "You're absolutely right, scholar of all things useless, I had to purify the clothes first, obviously." Mathis responded, "With what? The holy light of your lord and savior, the gremlin under your stairs." 

"No, Mathis." I responded, "With the blood of 10 malnourished infants, but here's the issue: I kinda ran out. You know where the nearest orphanage is? I need some more materials." "Well, let's look around." said Mathis, "Who knows, maybe we'll find what you're looking for." 

After he said that, Me, Mathis, and Ana for some reason, started to walk the premises. Out of the courtyard, was the castle of the academy, "Hey, Mathis?" I asked, "What is it?" He responded, "Do you think we'll actually have classes here? Like in a traditional sense?"

 "Only if we want to." Mathis continued, "I, for one, will actually take classes on mathematics and physics here, but you don't have to follow in my grand footsteps, actually I implore you not to. Since if you attended a high-end academic class, the professor will hang themselves within a week. Though it's fine, because knowing you, the only classes you'll be interested in taking are astrology, creation science, crop circle cryptography, flat earth sciences, full moon lunacy, non-materialistic neuroscience, perpetual motion theory, ufology, aromatherapy, aura analysis, color therapy, faith healing, herbalism, magnetic therapy,-" "OK, that's enough! I get what you're trying to say, that I would be interested in taking nothing but pseudoscience classes, but you're wrong. I don't need any classes on pseudoscience, I already know all the information, if anything I should be teaching those classes. In actuality, the only classes I would be interested in taking are persuasive writing, persuasive speaking, and psychology."

After a prolonged silence, we exited the unused class halls, and entered the shopping district. Mathis and Ana wanted actual good clothes, and Mathis picked out a black high-school graduate robe and half-glasses. While Ana picked out what I can only describe as a witch Halloween costume.