Spike
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Hylian Archer
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8 yrs ago
Time to go on a horror movie binge.
8 yrs ago
Seems like I need to replace my phone. I never know how much not being able to check the time bothered me until I started walking around the school campus without my phone.
8 yrs ago
So today my phone fell in water. It was there for no more than two seconds tops, but it's going haywire. Time to see if the old rice trick works.
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8 yrs ago
The semester is almost over!
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9 yrs ago
I'm slowly working on getting replies up. Just be patient with me, please. =)
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Just so my rp partners know, I'm in Central Time.
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It had been a while since Sophia had come to Krazy Kandy. Just being there made her giddy and already she was having trouble deciding what she wanted to get. She turned to ask Tim his opinion, but he wasn't there with her. She had rushed ahead, she realized, and he was still at the front of the story left alone with the cashier. Quickly she made her way back to Tim, slipping her arm through his and giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "Sorry about that," she apologized to Tim profusely. "I didn't mean to leave you. I just got excited is all."
"Hello, miss," Jon the cashier greeted. "First time here too?"
Sophia shook her head. "No," she replied with a smile. "I've been here several times, but it's been a while. Do y'all have any holiday specialties out yet?" That was what she was really looking for right now.
Perking up, Jon said, "Oh, yeah! We have all sorts of things put out just this morning. If you'll just step this way..." He moved over to his right a bit--their left--to a case filled with all sorts of individual chocolates and chocolate confectioneries. Sophia stepped over to the case, but she kept her arm intertwined with Tim's, not wanting to leave him alone again. All the chocolates were labeled, but since some flavors were year-round and some holiday specials, Jon took the time to point them out. There were peppermint chocolates bites and peppermint bark, chocolates with eggnog cream, chocolate covered gingerbread men, chocolate covered marshmallows that look like snowmen, chocolate covered pretzel rods made to look like Christmas trees, then there was chocolates filled with fruit jellies and flavored creams, peanut butter, caramel, fudge, nuts. It all looked really good.
"Is there anything in particular you want to try, Tim?" Sophia asked, beaming up at him happily. "Or would you like to look through the rest of the store first and then make a decision?'
"Hello, miss," Jon the cashier greeted. "First time here too?"
Sophia shook her head. "No," she replied with a smile. "I've been here several times, but it's been a while. Do y'all have any holiday specialties out yet?" That was what she was really looking for right now.
Perking up, Jon said, "Oh, yeah! We have all sorts of things put out just this morning. If you'll just step this way..." He moved over to his right a bit--their left--to a case filled with all sorts of individual chocolates and chocolate confectioneries. Sophia stepped over to the case, but she kept her arm intertwined with Tim's, not wanting to leave him alone again. All the chocolates were labeled, but since some flavors were year-round and some holiday specials, Jon took the time to point them out. There were peppermint chocolates bites and peppermint bark, chocolates with eggnog cream, chocolate covered gingerbread men, chocolate covered marshmallows that look like snowmen, chocolate covered pretzel rods made to look like Christmas trees, then there was chocolates filled with fruit jellies and flavored creams, peanut butter, caramel, fudge, nuts. It all looked really good.
"Is there anything in particular you want to try, Tim?" Sophia asked, beaming up at him happily. "Or would you like to look through the rest of the store first and then make a decision?'
Morning came and Olivia carefully slipped out of bed to dress for the day. She gave her still sleeping country boy an affectionate kiss on the cheek before she quietly made her way into the cabin to start some coffee and heat up something for breakfast. She cooked up some rabbit with some dried apple reconstituted with water, then made Shawn a cup of coffee just how he liked it. Balancing their plates and cups on a tray, she carried it back to the bedroom. Olivia set the tray aside before she sat on the bed next to Shawn. To wake him up she showered him with kisses until he came out of his sleepy stupor. "Mornin', love," she greeted warmly. "I've got coffee and breakfast all ready. Were you wanting to go out today, or stay in?"
The Termina they suddenly appeared in was vastly different from the Termina in which Lydia had grown up. It was newer, brighter, more full of life and no doubt more prominent in wealth and influence in whatever time period they were in. The hafling had heard of chronomancy--time magic--before but she had never believed it possible. It was a fairy tale, the dusty dream of mages who longed for adventure but were too scared to go out and find it. But despite her immense surprise, Lydia did not show it. Instead she continued to look the human mage straight in the face, her disdain for him obvious. He was rude, callous, and his ideas of purity seemed to rival that of the elves. Not to mention he had interrupted an intimate moment between her and Ragna. She wasn't sure which aspect fueled her hatred more.
"I was not trying to scare you," she informed Lord Terminus, her gaze steady. "I'm just letting you know that I will not stand for your snide remarks and better-than-thou attitude. That and I think your idea of purity is the biggest load of crock. No matter what you say about purity, when it comes to blood that was neither Ragna's fault nor mine that we are what we are. That lays in our parents and their parents before them. But if I could choose I would gladly be a full fledged human, rather than an elf." She said this last bit while still looking pointedly at the Lord, but her gaze slid ever-so-slightly to the elf. No matter what time period they were obsessed with beauty, and they were even more adamant about purity of blood than Lord Terminus. Elves hated to see their blood mixed with another race. If there was anyone among the group that would give Lydia the most grief about 'purity' even if it was not said aloud, it was the elf.
Returning to the subject at hand, Lydia thought of what she might like since the Lord had offered. Finally she said, "I want clothes. ...Please." She forced herself to be polite. She needed to at least try to be civil after all--even if the mages were already getting on her nerves. "For Ragna and myself both. Oh, and I will not wear a dress. Pants only."
"I was not trying to scare you," she informed Lord Terminus, her gaze steady. "I'm just letting you know that I will not stand for your snide remarks and better-than-thou attitude. That and I think your idea of purity is the biggest load of crock. No matter what you say about purity, when it comes to blood that was neither Ragna's fault nor mine that we are what we are. That lays in our parents and their parents before them. But if I could choose I would gladly be a full fledged human, rather than an elf." She said this last bit while still looking pointedly at the Lord, but her gaze slid ever-so-slightly to the elf. No matter what time period they were obsessed with beauty, and they were even more adamant about purity of blood than Lord Terminus. Elves hated to see their blood mixed with another race. If there was anyone among the group that would give Lydia the most grief about 'purity' even if it was not said aloud, it was the elf.
Returning to the subject at hand, Lydia thought of what she might like since the Lord had offered. Finally she said, "I want clothes. ...Please." She forced herself to be polite. She needed to at least try to be civil after all--even if the mages were already getting on her nerves. "For Ragna and myself both. Oh, and I will not wear a dress. Pants only."
At once Lydia recognized the catacombs of Termina from its distinct architecture. She had come here on several occasions, but something was different. These catacombs were old, and yet... They did not appear as old as the ones she knew. Where they in a newer segment of the catacombs? One she had not visited previously? Focus. There are more pressing matters at hand. Lydia and Ragna were standing in a magic circle and they were surrounded by what could only be five magi. All of them wore flowing robes and had their hoods pulled up to cover their features, but Lydia's sharp eyes were able to penetrate the shadows that wrapped around them and thus she could see them each clearly. If she was right, one of each of the five races was present among the magi. To see all five races come together... It was honestly a bit unsettling.
She and Ragna had been summoned, but for what reason Lydia was not sure. These days there were few things the halfling knew of for certainty, she reflected unhappily. Hearing herself called the 'Bearer of the Twilight Prophecy' only brought up more questions. What Lydia did know was that she did not take kindly to being threatened. Before she could defend herself, however, Ragna quickly strode across the room to the main speaker to confront him, only to be held back by some invisible force. Once more Lydia was called a 'Prophet' but this time the words came from Ragna's mouth. He knew what these people were talking about, she realized. Then another thought struck her and she felt her blood turn cold.
He knew something and he hid it from me.
Lydia was not happy with that thought. Far from it. She had asked him days before they reached his mansion if he knew anything about why the demon king had summoned her. He told her he did not, but it was obvious now that it was a lie. Ragna had sworn an Oath to protect her. He had not sworn an Oath to always be truthful to her. The halfing almost began to bitterly think that maybe she should have had Ragna swear an Oath of truth to her, but then she stopped. Those kinds of thoughts were stupid. If Ragna had not told her about this 'Twilight Prophecy' then surely it was for a reason.
Trust him. He cares for you, Lydia, she reminded herself. Trust him.
She let go of any indignant feelings that had surfaced and resolved to trust him and believe in him. Ragna had sworn an Oath to protect her, and a demon's Oath was not to be taken lightly. Beyond that she knew he cared for her or he would not do everything he did for her--including swearing his Oath in the first place. Lydia's own feelings for Ragna were more than just simple affection. Seeing him being talked down to and being treated as if he were nothing... Something in Lydia appeared to snap.
The halfing stalked toward the leader of the group. Her eyes burned with fury even though her expression was calm. She could see the others watching her as she stopped a few feet from the leader. Lydia stood straight and proud as she said in a voice that was quiet and steady though her words were still edged with poison, "I do not know who you think you are, but you will not treat my companion that way and then turn to me and act as if it were nothing. He is not an impurity. He is not my pet. He is the man I love, and if you want anything from me you will treat him with respect."
She and Ragna had been summoned, but for what reason Lydia was not sure. These days there were few things the halfling knew of for certainty, she reflected unhappily. Hearing herself called the 'Bearer of the Twilight Prophecy' only brought up more questions. What Lydia did know was that she did not take kindly to being threatened. Before she could defend herself, however, Ragna quickly strode across the room to the main speaker to confront him, only to be held back by some invisible force. Once more Lydia was called a 'Prophet' but this time the words came from Ragna's mouth. He knew what these people were talking about, she realized. Then another thought struck her and she felt her blood turn cold.
He knew something and he hid it from me.
Lydia was not happy with that thought. Far from it. She had asked him days before they reached his mansion if he knew anything about why the demon king had summoned her. He told her he did not, but it was obvious now that it was a lie. Ragna had sworn an Oath to protect her. He had not sworn an Oath to always be truthful to her. The halfing almost began to bitterly think that maybe she should have had Ragna swear an Oath of truth to her, but then she stopped. Those kinds of thoughts were stupid. If Ragna had not told her about this 'Twilight Prophecy' then surely it was for a reason.
Trust him. He cares for you, Lydia, she reminded herself. Trust him.
She let go of any indignant feelings that had surfaced and resolved to trust him and believe in him. Ragna had sworn an Oath to protect her, and a demon's Oath was not to be taken lightly. Beyond that she knew he cared for her or he would not do everything he did for her--including swearing his Oath in the first place. Lydia's own feelings for Ragna were more than just simple affection. Seeing him being talked down to and being treated as if he were nothing... Something in Lydia appeared to snap.
The halfing stalked toward the leader of the group. Her eyes burned with fury even though her expression was calm. She could see the others watching her as she stopped a few feet from the leader. Lydia stood straight and proud as she said in a voice that was quiet and steady though her words were still edged with poison, "I do not know who you think you are, but you will not treat my companion that way and then turn to me and act as if it were nothing. He is not an impurity. He is not my pet. He is the man I love, and if you want anything from me you will treat him with respect."
Jeeze. There are lots of people viewing this thread today. I feel a little bad that my posts haven't been quite up to par what with having to focus so much on school work too.
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