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5 yrs ago
They say it's about the journey, not the destination. This is true of many things. Pizza delivery is not one of them.
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6 yrs ago
TFW you know what you want to happen but the words aren't cooperating. Why is plot suddenly so much harder to write?
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6 yrs ago
You can't fix a blank page ~ Neil Gaiman
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6 yrs ago
Neil Gaiman on Friday. Neil Gaiman on Friday. NeilGaimanonFriday NEilGaimanonFridaYNEILGAIMANONFRIDAY NEILGAIMANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
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6 yrs ago
So ded. Cannot brain. Just one massive poorly coordinated and balance-lacking headache. But don't send help. I don't want to people either. X.x
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I am an adult, though I don't usually act like it. I'm a voracious reader, and not overly picky about books. I am artistic in a variety of areas, including music, drawing, writing, and sculpting. I have a minor obsession with dragons, and love the color violet. Fantasy is my preferred genre, be it past, future, urban...as long as it has a fantasy flavor to it. I also like scifi, mystery, and some horror. I am crazy, and I like tormenting my characters. But I don't bite...much. ^.~


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@LordOfTheNight commenting to let you know I'm interested. Currently in a poor mood and winding down for a nap, but I could go for either of these. Possibly both. I can play multiple characters, I do my best not to ghost, I'm around a lot, and I consider myself to have exellent command of the written word, though it obeys my orders better when I'm not try into type on my kindle. ^.^;; I love working together on an rp, and I try to be flexible. I am not able to write smut, and prefer to gloss over that sort of thing or fade to black. I actually enjoy exploring more than just romantic entanglements, when it comes to character dynamics.

I'm slightly confused by one thing you said, however. "Post a few paragraphs. 2 at most" -- a few is three or four, which is more than two. Are you wanting no more than two paragraphs (which I would probably find difficult), or at least two, or...? O.o

Okay so I ended up replying more or less in full now...we can discuss things at length after my nap, though. ^.^;;
@Lady Selune Sorry to hear about your laptop. *hugs*
@Stern Algorithm woo a post! And yay, a reason Tessa ends up with the others. ...she should be the one to drag ochre to the meeting, or whatever it was Xiro said needed to be done to him. ^.^
Wyth fussed when the man pulled at tender skin, but his girl put her arm around his neck and stroked his head and told him to hold still, and what a good boy he was. He stilled, but was clearly not happy about it. He made a noise that was so clearly relieved when Amuné told him all done that she couldn't help but laugh. "You're a big baby sometimes, aren't you? Silly~" she giggled. "Now say thank you to Healer Quill." Following her gesture, Wyth looked at the healer, then back to his girl. No longer obligated to stay put, he got to his feet and stretched, tail swishing lazily. Amuné sighed. "That's not good manners," she scolded. "Thank you, Healer Quill."

She gave his question of her own injuries due consideration, then pulled up the sleeve of her shirt and craned her neck to look at her shoulder. "A very bad Magi cut me with ice," she said, resorting to using touch when she couldn't twist herself to see it properly. The injury was all but healed, but she dutifully presented it for examination anyhow. "He said...he said we're too dangerous to live?" She looked up at the healer, expression solemn. "He mentioned orders...I-I guess he must've meant...from the Church...if they're actually bad like that mean lady said...." She trailed off, and the doctor was saved having to reply by a sudden fuss at the door. There was someone new, and Ethan had ended up on the floor somehow. Amuné didn't know what had happened, but she knew with healers present she shouldn't get in the way. Still, she was relieved when he gave her a smile.

The new man was interesting. He didn't look much older than Ethan, and he seemed a bit irresponsible, if he was late like Gertrude said, and careless since he'd knocked Ethan down so badly. "Is he learning to be a healer like you?" The girl asked Quill, perhaps a bit too loudly since the person she was discussing was in the room. She didn't mean anything bad by it, of course, but it still wasn't very good manners. She was just curious, openly watching him. She'd only ever met one healer in training, and that was her mother's apprentice. "I'm going to be a healer too when I grow up, you know," she added proudly. "Mommy says I have a lot to learn, but I already know a bunch of different healing herbs and what they do, and I've helped Mommy when she's checking people." The child called it helping, but it was more like watching quietly and sometimes fetching things from across the room.

The sight of Nymira in the poor-fitting clothes of a city-dweller, especially carrying that burning bit of cloth, made Amuné put a hand over her mouth to smother giggles. The princess looked so frustrated! And had she lit her clothing on fire by mistake? Oh dear!
OKAY SO I LIED. X.x Life attacked. Also my focus is...ahaha. Questionable at best? But I assure you, I have every interest in actually talking to you, so let me get on that reply now while I remember it. *rolls off to PMs*
@FallenTrinity They do. I'm still waiting on @Belle or @LadyRunic, preferably both.
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@Thrydwulf. I'm pretty sure I like everything about this thread. I'm at work and my bus just pulled up, but I will give you a better reply upon reachingbhome and more internet.
@SinfulSkills man, I hope you feel better soon. Being sick royally sucks. *makes you tea*
The girl gave Kensen a small smile and repeated his name to herself as he walked off. Then she followed Nymira to where dinner was laid out. It reminded her a bit of when she's gone with her daddy to join his tribe and a bunch of others for Festival, except there the food was spread out more, and people ended up clustered around different pots or platters and talking to old friends or making new ones. Here everyone sat at long tables, and Amuné was glad she'd come with company, because she didn't really want to have to find a spot alone. The fare was different, with things she'd never even seen before. She managed to find out what a lot of it was by asking. If Nymira or Ethan didn't know, she tried to attract the attention of someone else nearby. She let Ethan help her with the food, since in many cases she could see but not reach far enough to serve herself.

She did her best not to stare openly at anyone. Sure, she'd been to the big market a few times, and they got all sorts, but there were far more people here that weren't Muran. She'd never even been so close to a Divined before, and their large bug-like eyes were both creepy and fascinating. And they were all mixed together. It was like what she'd imagined the big cities might be, where everyone came together. The food was good too, and she tried to remember what she liked best, in case they had any of it next time.

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The electricity was another surprise. Amuné had never even seen it before, and when the lights came on she gawked at them and asked questions until it became clear that neither of her travelling companions knew much more than she did. But she kept looking back up at the artificial lights that somehow illuminated the place without a fire.

It wasn't too hard to find the medical ward, though there were so many people around, and not all of them nice. The girl smiled and said hello to the nice ones, and just tried to ignore the mean ones. It was the same old lady as earlier in the ward, and Amuné greeted her with a wave. "It's better to come to the healer, instead of making them come to you," she said, though her smile faltered towards the end. It was something her mother always said, and the thought stirred all the worries that had mostly faded over the course of dinner. She shoved them aside with a little shake, in time to bob an awkward curtsey for the healer. "I think that's us, yes." Amuné didn't understand the exchange between him and the old lady -- Gertrude, that was her name -- but she shouldn't ask, at least not until they were done.

Wyth leaned forward when the man came down to his level, sniffing at his face and shoulders. This man smelled like his man's mate, a sharp and not entirely pleasant scent, but a safe one. It meant he'd be subject to uncomfortable touching, perhaps painful, since his hip was still bothering him, but he knew he wasn't supposed to snarl or show his teeth. He made a resigned noise and watched both the helpful man and his girl for direction. When a table was motioned to, he leaped up on it and stretched out without being told.

Amuné nodded solemnly when asked if she could help. "Uh-huh, I can help. Wyth is a good boy, though, and he knows to be good while you're helping. Isn't that right?" She gave his ear a scratch and when the table was low enough she climbed up next to the giant cat. "You're going to change his bandages, right, and check to make sure everything's healing nice?" she asked the healer. "He's still not putting all his weight on his back paw, but his front one he's using again. There were a couple other scratches, but they didn't need bandaging and he's not been fussing about any of them, so they're probably fine." The girl tried to remember what else her mommy usually asked. "It's only been a couple days, so I can't really tell, but I think he's eating fine. Certainly he still wants /my/ food, silly boy." She couldn't think of anything else for healing, so she asked the less important question. "I told you Wyth's name, but I'm Amuné. Thank you for taking a look at him."
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