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8 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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8 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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8 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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9 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.
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The world rocked in the gale of Tsunami's wrath.
Whisper clenched herself like a fist until darkness bled from her surface, unfettered by her mortal body. Power flowed into the wind like smoke down a river and she stood against the Sealord as a snowflake before Hell, radiating unspeakable defiance with nothing more than her existence.
The Whisper became a Roar that would sunder the hearts of men.
Shadow loomed over her, crushing the horizon. Diaphane Whisper shot into it and passed through it and it exploded into lightless white.
Twin towers of ocean formed on either side of her and left a bottomless chasm below, sucking down air with the speed of its fall. A long tail flowed from Whisper into the abyss but did not lose its source, and when the walls collided with a clap that quaked the distant earth, they were decapitated by a hurricane of eldritch teeth and foam once more bloomed upon the seas.
Whisper inverted and penetrated the ocean.
Weight. Pressure. The planet smashed her and she cracked it, kicked great fans of sub-surface steam into it, each blow a shock of explosive force. Whisper danced alone against the unseen rage, and every move tore self-crushing whiteness into the blind arena.
But she tired.
The ocean was endless and so was its Lord. Around her was all water and only water, and she could not find a place to place her blows that was any but another face of the storm.
Foam exploded upon the surface of the waters as Whisper drew breath, leaving a vast crater of falling brine upon the face of the sea- Only for it to close, and reveal to her the landscape beyond.
Mountains. Where her burst had leveled a mile around, the waves beyond climbed above and around, their marching away into forever.
The Jvanic inkblot struck through Whisper's heart sustained her and kept her. She made herself into a tail and spiraled, demolishing one of the almighty waves with a blow of her body, reducing it to foam and fog on the wind.
And yet already another was coming.
Whisper clenched herself like a fist until darkness bled from her surface, unfettered by her mortal body. Power flowed into the wind like smoke down a river and she stood against the Sealord as a snowflake before Hell, radiating unspeakable defiance with nothing more than her existence.
The Whisper became a Roar that would sunder the hearts of men.
Shadow loomed over her, crushing the horizon. Diaphane Whisper shot into it and passed through it and it exploded into lightless white.
Twin towers of ocean formed on either side of her and left a bottomless chasm below, sucking down air with the speed of its fall. A long tail flowed from Whisper into the abyss but did not lose its source, and when the walls collided with a clap that quaked the distant earth, they were decapitated by a hurricane of eldritch teeth and foam once more bloomed upon the seas.
Whisper inverted and penetrated the ocean.
Weight. Pressure. The planet smashed her and she cracked it, kicked great fans of sub-surface steam into it, each blow a shock of explosive force. Whisper danced alone against the unseen rage, and every move tore self-crushing whiteness into the blind arena.
But she tired.
The ocean was endless and so was its Lord. Around her was all water and only water, and she could not find a place to place her blows that was any but another face of the storm.
Foam exploded upon the surface of the waters as Whisper drew breath, leaving a vast crater of falling brine upon the face of the sea- Only for it to close, and reveal to her the landscape beyond.
Mountains. Where her burst had leveled a mile around, the waves beyond climbed above and around, their marching away into forever.
The Jvanic inkblot struck through Whisper's heart sustained her and kept her. She made herself into a tail and spiraled, demolishing one of the almighty waves with a blow of her body, reducing it to foam and fog on the wind.
And yet already another was coming.
And, as light turned to darkness, as opacity claimed the clear seas and made them mountains, a song was given.
A future name we number not
'midst voices of the dawning day.
Unmourned decays the fallen tree
And things that Nature casts away.
In storm and light we sing no woe
To things we lose to water's flow.
The tides that pass above will know
That things must die if things must grow.
Times pass, and yet upon this world
We struggle still, and fight, and run.
Mourn not the tree that stands no more
But fading, climb it to the sun.
'midst voices of the dawning day.
Unmourned decays the fallen tree
And things that Nature casts away.
In storm and light we sing no woe
To things we lose to water's flow.
The tides that pass above will know
That things must die if things must grow.
Times pass, and yet upon this world
We struggle still, and fight, and run.
Mourn not the tree that stands no more
But fading, climb it to the sun.
Propane tank it is.
Summary: A biotech frigate carrying illegal stuff crash-lands nearby after probably getting chased down during the embargo. There's a police shootout as smugglers try to defend their contraband, but the pilot sneaks out the other end of the ship before it gets too dangerous.
The goods are valuable but the ship itself is kinda trashy. The government will be pretty grateful if someone empties the hold over the ocean or something, and won't particularly care what happens to the spacecraft.
Summary: A biotech frigate carrying illegal stuff crash-lands nearby after probably getting chased down during the embargo. There's a police shootout as smugglers try to defend their contraband, but the pilot sneaks out the other end of the ship before it gets too dangerous.
The goods are valuable but the ship itself is kinda trashy. The government will be pretty grateful if someone empties the hold over the ocean or something, and won't particularly care what happens to the spacecraft.
"We're not fucking friends you sexy piece of shit!" yelled Giggles in Anya's wake. "Marco, move!"
A gunsmith, a nerd, a captain, some prep with bullet holes, his badass girlfriend, a mechanic and his dog. All in all, that was pretty good networking.
Giggles flipped himself onto the car with one hand, wedged his heels up against the rear crossbar and his machete against the fore. "Go! Move! There's more comin'!"
He was more right than he knew.
A shadow passed over the sun.
Two pilots whitened their knuckles on controls. Plasma burst at the edge of the screen and they swerved blind, working as one.
One pair of eyes widened. "Canal sector twelve! They've lost AA-2C drone support on canal sec-"
Rachida didn't wait. The ship swung, pitching its crew hard against their seatbelts. On it, she thought grimly, pushing down the nose of her craft.
She wasn't planning to come back to it anyway.
Seong cracked open an eye. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up in a puddle of blood, but he was happy to see a comrade at his side.
"Hey, Shan," he mumbled with broken lips. Shan worked rapidly at his helmet, trying to take off the visor before it cut any deeper. Too fast. Too hasty. "Wha-"
"We have to go." The mercenary picked up her teammate bridal style, eyes flicking skywards. "We have company. Something they did pulled down smugglers. They're heav-"
The air turned to fire. Shan started running. The last image in Seong's drooping eyes was the door of the APC, burning as it flew off into the river.
Giggles watched flames plume up on the other side of the river as the ship howled above them and crashed into the dense buildings with a sound that split the heavens.
That's our ride.
"There's a confrontation. Heavy cavalry on west side, possibly hostile-"
"Got it," said Rachida, obliterating the armoured car in an instant of pulsed laser fire. No risks. "Landing."
The smuggler's frigate was more than capable of flying backwards and could afford the loss of a rear wing. Rachida ploughed into a biosynthesis warehouse, leaving great sheets of torn metal and pools of thick brown fluid to show for the impact. With the engines still running she undid her bindings and leapt out of the cockpit.
Chunky lifter-bots worked mindlessly in the hold, unloading huge crates of illegal tech; Rachida ducked around them. The security gang was already gone, setting their turrets and firing nests without a blink, the crash nothing but a momentary blip in their operation. True professionals.
Rachida had nothing in common with them. She kicked open the secret hatch in the prow and leapt out alone.
Private security and the police state overlapped on Frixion Prime. Whatever had brought down the flock of corporate drones had done the same to the government's. Only now were the Mogul's airships starting to converge on the frigate, opening fire on gang shields with light-gas and SWAT team rifles.
The pilot switched on her heel motors and skidded out of the back of the fight without a care.
A gunsmith, a nerd, a captain, some prep with bullet holes, his badass girlfriend, a mechanic and his dog. All in all, that was pretty good networking.
Giggles flipped himself onto the car with one hand, wedged his heels up against the rear crossbar and his machete against the fore. "Go! Move! There's more comin'!"
He was more right than he knew.
A shadow passed over the sun.
Two pilots whitened their knuckles on controls. Plasma burst at the edge of the screen and they swerved blind, working as one.
One pair of eyes widened. "Canal sector twelve! They've lost AA-2C drone support on canal sec-"
Rachida didn't wait. The ship swung, pitching its crew hard against their seatbelts. On it, she thought grimly, pushing down the nose of her craft.
She wasn't planning to come back to it anyway.
Seong cracked open an eye. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up in a puddle of blood, but he was happy to see a comrade at his side.
"Hey, Shan," he mumbled with broken lips. Shan worked rapidly at his helmet, trying to take off the visor before it cut any deeper. Too fast. Too hasty. "Wha-"
"We have to go." The mercenary picked up her teammate bridal style, eyes flicking skywards. "We have company. Something they did pulled down smugglers. They're heav-"
The air turned to fire. Shan started running. The last image in Seong's drooping eyes was the door of the APC, burning as it flew off into the river.
Giggles watched flames plume up on the other side of the river as the ship howled above them and crashed into the dense buildings with a sound that split the heavens.
That's our ride.
"There's a confrontation. Heavy cavalry on west side, possibly hostile-"
"Got it," said Rachida, obliterating the armoured car in an instant of pulsed laser fire. No risks. "Landing."
The smuggler's frigate was more than capable of flying backwards and could afford the loss of a rear wing. Rachida ploughed into a biosynthesis warehouse, leaving great sheets of torn metal and pools of thick brown fluid to show for the impact. With the engines still running she undid her bindings and leapt out of the cockpit.
Chunky lifter-bots worked mindlessly in the hold, unloading huge crates of illegal tech; Rachida ducked around them. The security gang was already gone, setting their turrets and firing nests without a blink, the crash nothing but a momentary blip in their operation. True professionals.
Rachida had nothing in common with them. She kicked open the secret hatch in the prow and leapt out alone.
Private security and the police state overlapped on Frixion Prime. Whatever had brought down the flock of corporate drones had done the same to the government's. Only now were the Mogul's airships starting to converge on the frigate, opening fire on gang shields with light-gas and SWAT team rifles.
The pilot switched on her heel motors and skidded out of the back of the fight without a care.
@JaceBeleren Possibly, I just woke up. I'll post sometime soon.
A long moment passed in which neither of them moved. Tsunami didn't seem to be waiting for anything. He simply meditated on the moment, as if delaying the inevitable.
Whisper flicked her wrist.
"So be it," she said. "But first, give me a song."
Whisper flicked her wrist.
"So be it," she said. "But first, give me a song."
"You would cut through the knot," he repeated. "Yet who hangs upon it? Who would you let fall, Diaphane?"
She was silent.
"I know of your Sisterhood, Diaphane Whisper. When your... Mother, I believe, was born, I watched her pass through my waters and grow. When ships were sunk on the Bejewelled Ocean, my distant sons passed on the word. When news spread on the monsoon rain, I listened as I gave it my blessing." Tsunami frowned.
"It is not enough that you hope for change, Diaphane. I regret it, but... your existence is suffering to my people." The sun seemed to catch and condense in Tsunami's eyes. "What will you sacrifice for the resolution you seek? Are you willing to give up your sisters, for the sake of your prey?"
"No," she said immediately. "Never."
Tsunami exhaled, and closed his eyes. His presence brought peace. Whisper hadn't noticed it, but it was true. The water song attested to it.
"Then that is why you must die."
She was silent.
"I know of your Sisterhood, Diaphane Whisper. When your... Mother, I believe, was born, I watched her pass through my waters and grow. When ships were sunk on the Bejewelled Ocean, my distant sons passed on the word. When news spread on the monsoon rain, I listened as I gave it my blessing." Tsunami frowned.
"It is not enough that you hope for change, Diaphane. I regret it, but... your existence is suffering to my people." The sun seemed to catch and condense in Tsunami's eyes. "What will you sacrifice for the resolution you seek? Are you willing to give up your sisters, for the sake of your prey?"
"No," she said immediately. "Never."
Tsunami exhaled, and closed his eyes. His presence brought peace. Whisper hadn't noticed it, but it was true. The water song attested to it.
"Then that is why you must die."
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