I have no words. My marvelous magical miracle...maimed!

My day began as normal as normal can be for a magician. I ate a bowl of Cheerios, fed my rabbits, dressed up and prepared to go to work. Today I was going to meet some of the producers for my spectactular special, which is natrually going to lead up to my grande finale! Yet when they asked me to perform a trick as simple as pulling a rabbit from my hat - nothing happened!

I joked, saying I left my rabbits at the vet and they seemed to buy it, but alas I cannot find my magical spark! Heartwrenching heathenness hatred - how hampering! What am I to do without my magic?!!

I am sure this is merely something as fleeting as a cold, yet I am still worried. I will meet with them once again tomorrow and if I cannot rekindle that lost flame - oh the agony!

Last week I visited the dusky quarters of a snickering old hermit. Somehow this horrid hag found a most personal telephone number of mine and inquired that I make haste to her home. Of course I wasn't at all frightened. The straggling stranger sounded like a sweet senectuous siren. Albeit her voice was very demanding - I did not mind to take a visit.

So I made stride to the location and entered in, naturally knocking on the door. When I made it in, I saw that my obvious assumption was splendidly accurate. This howling woman went on a rampage about how I was late by two minuscule minutes, but I calmed her down by pulling a colorful, cardinal rose bouquet. She was quite flattered...almost enamored. She sat me down on a table with some giant crystal ball. Apparently she was a fortune teller.

Honestly the whole display was ridiculously repulsive. Tacky beads hanging from the ceiling, something that looked like a discarded Halloween decoration on the wall - even the crystal center-piece had the appearance of something that came from a carcanet! I went along with it for the sake of the madame's humility. Despite her outlandish, obnixely, outer, ostent I could not crush the heart of an elder.

So she made me sit and read my future through my palm. This of course is an outright lie, because my hand was gloved the entire time as it always is. Yet, as I stated a couple fleeting statements ago I played along with her farce. She then chuckled chillingly and then told me this odd riddle.

My worth is quite large and I am always hoped for.
As long as you are not equal to zero I will always exist.
Many believe me to be kind, but other times I am cruel and harsh.
You asked for me but did not specify how I should come.
It's silly to think I am always a good thing - just because good happens to you.
Who am I?

At first I thought the answer was quite obvious and that it was magic. Everything in this world is easily solvable if you believe in magic! This teller became immediately enraged and began to lecture me about how young people always thought that something as phony as magic was the answer to all! What a crass crab she was. I was going to ask her for a meager hint, but then she got up and shoved me out! She babbled about having another job to get to so she couldn't be around me.

I don't remember her name but I do have a sharp memory of the chipped sign outside the door. It read in worn blue: "Wendy's Fortune Telling! All your questions are answered here!". I wonder if anyone knows of this Wendy? She is not a very pleasant pedestrian.

In any case I wonder if anyone knows the answer to this riddle. I want to find out the answer and go to her. Then I can push it into her worn wrinkled face and laugh about how I found out the secret to her riddle!...Of course I will credit you, to some extent of course.

Of course I still have no idea what in the world does a riddle have to do with my fate? Then again she didn't even read my palm so perhaps she just thought of it on the spot.

In any case I apologize for such a lengthy post. I am sure those with short attention spans have already left, so to all those that stayed congratulate yourself. You are now near my level of focus!

*When walking by, two blocks from Sunshine Colosseum you notice a giant yellow box, made out of cardboard. You come near the box and suddenly a rabbit pops out of it, a sign around it's neck, reading:*

Deposit all magnificent comments about my performance in the gestures of love and what not in here. Also, leave carrots for my little friend here!

PS: My little friend, from which you read the sign on, has been blessed with magic. If you choose to steal him do not expect to get away with it! Also: Keep Out Brushel! I have no quarrels about taking care of you and then delivering you, gift boxed, to the authorities for stalking!

((Comments are screened. C'mon guys, tell Valant how awesome he is :D))

Greetings everyone! I am sure you all know of me - after all I am the great Valant Gramarye! I have returned from quite a long touring in Europe and I am glad to be back in America once more. Although I must admit, the coffee and tea served there is far more superb than America's franchised. Luckily I bought a bag of coffee beans from the area, so I may make a cup in the morning. I must be sure not to waste it, less I want the money I spent on it to go to waste! Haste does indeed make waste, after all!

I've also been growing out a mustache during my touring! My makeup artists advise me to shave it, so people may recognize me but I say rubbish to that! If they are my true legion of fans then they can recognize me even when I'm not wearing my bright shades of lucky yellow - even though I always am wearing at least a tinge of it! But it does make me look unsightly old – what do you think?

I hope you are all prepared for my touring in America! It will be starting up again soon - in about a year or so to be exact! It isn't completely soon, as in going to the store and back in four minutes, but after being away for six years I am positive your eyes are simply craving my magical feats again. Tickets cost up to $70 dollars in advance, but those under the age of 3 only have to pay a meager $30. Quite the bargain if you ask me, especially since this is in advance. But then again I doubt we'll have any tickets at the door because they will all be sold to those true fans, who cannot wait another six years for a triumphant Gramarye comeback! Now you may say it's costly, but as the last Gramarye I promise to give you the show of your lifetime. So come on down...in a year!

((OOC: Takes place on the 2nd.))

( Valant: ((I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings.)) )

The earthquake that recently rocked our city may have ended but it's aftereffects are forever felt. I arrived home that day to find that Hoppykins, my elder rabbit has passed away. This explains my lack of logging on as she was with my magical performances for a very long time and even gave birth to Miss Trucy's rabbit, Twitch. She, of course, can't see this entry because I know she is ill and I don't want to make things worse for her. In due time, I'll tell her the tragic tale, but I ask of all of you to not inform her of it.

But as it pratically pains me to draw away again from this journal, I have a convention to attend to within tomorrow. A very LONG convention that is far, far away. It shall surely suffice in cheering me up.

((OOC: "Magician's Convention" really meaning that Valant's going to go and hide in his apartment for awhile again. This time, until August 12th when I get back from Florida. Though if anyone wants to catch him as he goes to get supplies/wash his clothes/etc., let me know and we can backdate it.))

(OOC: Takes place an hour after Valant escapes from the supermarket event.

( I apologize for the shortness of this. )

Oh lost lamented life! I have forgotten about this intricate internet again!

Awhile ago, I must admit...I had to see a physician about a peculiar physical problem. Though all is well on that end. Alas! As I looked at my magnificent self in the mirror...I saw a grey hair! Oh, what a horrible, hateful thing to witness!

And now I have heard that is some other person claiming to be a magician here, making outrageous outbursts that he is better than Troupe Gramarye! An admirable yet absurd thought, seeing how this pathetic person is performing at a paltry prison of amusement, the circus!

Perhaps a devout demonstration of REAL marvelous magic is in order!

But it shall wait, I have other outstanding objectives to do, like taking the bunnies out of their cages to move about in.