.:Cicerology:. Ch.10Clarice and Cicero collapsed onto Cicero's couch, sighing heavily. It was a lot of work fetching incredibly special ingredients from incredibly strange places for the beloved Night Mother. For example, she required fresh eggs not store bought, but coming directly from the chicken. For that, they had to search the farmer's market, but found no eggs that had been laid recently. However, the owner knew the man who supplied the eggs; one phone call and 45-minute trip into the middle of nowhere later, they had two brand new, still-warm eggs in their hands..:Cicerology:. Ch.103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then, they had to fetch an assortment of flowers. The Night Mother spoke of several strange breeds which Clarice had never heard of before, but after doing some research on flowers with the same sort of metaphysical properties, she managed to compile a list of more common-to-this-planet breeds. It was then to the flower shop, where Cicero had the hardest time understanding any of the flowers he was picking up. He confused tulips wi
.:Cicerology:. Ch.5"Cicero's long-ago past is not interesting, that's for sure," he began. "Sure, my childhood was difficult. But that happened so long ago, that Cicero's moved forward in a direction he believes is best for him. He used to be Sane. Ha, ha, ha! What a relative word. 'Sane'. To each his own, of course! Anyway, Cicero's race is called 'Imperial', from Cyrodiil. He became a part of what is called 'The Dark Brotherhood', because it was the only place he felt at home. Home! Another relative word. Who dictates what his 'home'? But he met the Night Mother. Poor, homely Cicero was humbled at the sight of her! He felt her power radiating off of her, and Cicero already felt unworthy to be in her presence..:Cicerology:. Ch.53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You asked humble Cicero if his Mother is dead. Technically, her body is no longer filled with her soul, but she does speak through the body she used to have. The beautiful, magnificent Night Mother is far from dead! And never will she die!
"After a great many happenings, the Listener
.:Cicerology:. Ch.13She pressed the button at the bottom of the stairs repetitively. Panic began to set in when she realised that she wasn't being answered. She took a step away from the entrance, and looked up to his floor, only to see the curtains closed to his room. She knew how much he loved to let the light in when it was morning, since the darkness frightened him, due to the fact that it reminded him of solitude. Why wasn't he answering the buzzing of the button? He could definitely hear her from the Night Mother's room, and he couldn't possibly be angry enough with her to refuse her entry anymore. Something was wrong..:Cicerology:. Ch.133 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Again, panic continued to overwhelm her. Frustrated, she slammed her fingertip onto the button, buzzing his room over and over again. She pressed her face against the window of the door, looking into the apartment. She then began to pound on the door, hoping someone would hear her.
The person who stood behind the desk saw her frustration and heard her incessant pounding. She moved awa