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Space Spatula
STATUS: Passive aggressive? Who, me? No one messaged [i]me[/i], I just thought that might be a worthwhile message. 1 mo ago
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Passive aggressive? Who, me? No one messaged [i]me[/i], I just thought that might be a worthwhile message.
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Public Service Announcement: Roleplay is a hobby about writing, but further about writing together. This means that communication is critical. Be sure to express yourself politely to new acquaintances
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I should use the Elite: Dangerous autopilot to do more reading.
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Public Service Announcement: Please remember that this is a "give and take" hobby. We are here to write, read, and be read. All three parts are important. If you want to be read, then you should read.
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I'm a generally chill gomboblin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. Lots of Nintendo. Dark Cloud is pretty sick. That's a lot of variety, and I do like to play a lot of different games. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.
Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.
Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.
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Necessary NPCs are a little important, right? Though, I never feel comfortable controlling other's NPCs or canon characters, myself. s' just me.
After they stepped outside, Regan took her arm from around Yamada. Not because she didn't want to be seen so close, but... well, it didn't seem necessary to hold her so close the whole way. She looked up to the trees, admiring the cherry blossoms as they danced through the air, slowly falling to the ground. They were really quite beautiful. She turned to look at her roommate, "ne, Yamada-chan. You're a first year, right? Oh..." She follows the girl's gaze, noticing it's on her sword bag. "You want to know what's inside?" She smiles softly and takes the bag from her shoulder, looking around briefly. "I'll show you, but only briefly, ok? I shouldn't take the bag away."
The taller girl unzips the top of the bag and pulls it down just a little bit, enough to show Yamada the hilt and hand guard of her sword. "This was given to me by my mother." After just a moment, she closes the bag again. "It's supposed to be an extension of myself, so I have to keep it with me at all times. Don't tell anyone, though, ok? I wouldn't want to cause them distress, knowing a weapon is so close." She places a hand on Yamada's head before noticing the time. "Aah! Sorry, Yamada-chan, but we're going to be late at this rate. Let's hurry!" She slings the sword bag over her shoulder again and nods to her roommate before running ahead to the main building.
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2C, this was the one. The taller, busty girl stood outside the classroom for just a moment to catch her breath before entering the room. She wasn't late, at least. She tracks down her seat, somewhere near the middle of the room, next to the window.
"Wait a minute... The window? Impossible." Ah, she interpreted it wrong. Was it wishful thinking? And how didn't she notice? Wishful thinking was a powerful thing... frightening. She pulls out a piece of paper she'd scribbled her place down on and examined it again. It was... "This one." In the back, so that was good, at least. She sits and gets her supplies out, leaning her sword against the wall.
The taller girl unzips the top of the bag and pulls it down just a little bit, enough to show Yamada the hilt and hand guard of her sword. "This was given to me by my mother." After just a moment, she closes the bag again. "It's supposed to be an extension of myself, so I have to keep it with me at all times. Don't tell anyone, though, ok? I wouldn't want to cause them distress, knowing a weapon is so close." She places a hand on Yamada's head before noticing the time. "Aah! Sorry, Yamada-chan, but we're going to be late at this rate. Let's hurry!" She slings the sword bag over her shoulder again and nods to her roommate before running ahead to the main building.
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2C, this was the one. The taller, busty girl stood outside the classroom for just a moment to catch her breath before entering the room. She wasn't late, at least. She tracks down her seat, somewhere near the middle of the room, next to the window.
"Wait a minute... The window? Impossible." Ah, she interpreted it wrong. Was it wishful thinking? And how didn't she notice? Wishful thinking was a powerful thing... frightening. She pulls out a piece of paper she'd scribbled her place down on and examined it again. It was... "This one." In the back, so that was good, at least. She sits and gets her supplies out, leaning her sword against the wall.
I was also pretty lucky, with both of my highschools. One was my hometown school, and the other was a state-wide academy for gifted students. My teachers at my homeschool were all really good, and the teachers at the academy were, of course, some of the best. Some of them were less so, but we don't talk about her.
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... Shit.
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... Shit.
I know it's an adorable gif, but that's a bad habit. x:
... I wonder what would happen if our adorable pervy artist ran face-first into cleavage...
... I wonder what would happen if our adorable pervy artist ran face-first into cleavage...
It's been a while since I've watched a bunch of anime in a row. Which is what I've been doing.
Dragon Crisis was rad.
Dragon Crisis was rad.
Regan was about to head out on her own, but here comes Yamada. Ooh, she looked pretty cute in the uniform! She felt like she filled it out a little too much, herself. Certain kinds of outfits just look better with... less, and the school uniform tended to be one of those cases. Not that complaining would get her anything, and having them any smaller would be... strange, at this point. The reduced weight would be welcome, though, it'd make moving around easier, but... ah, it was just proof of her strength, that's all.
She giggles as the girl next to her go through her routine again. The taller one rolls her eyes and just puts her hand on Yamada's shoulder, drawing her in against her side. "Yes, yes. Anyway, let's go. Ah, wait a moment." She'd almost forgotten. She grabs a long, thin bag from the corner, with a zipper that goes around at the top. It has a strap and rests diagonally against her back. A sword is kept within... one of her mother's demands. Regan must always keep a sword with her. Her sword. Something about it being an extension of her body. She didn't see the benefit of carrying it everywhere, but it was part of her training, so she shouldn't complain.
It is an old tradition.
Unless you'd know from experience, it wasn't easy to tell what it was just by looking, anyway. "Ok, now let's go." With that, she opens the door and steps out, waiting for Yamada to come out after. She would walk with her roommate, down the stairs and out the door of the dormitory, heading toward the main class building at a lazy pace. Hopefully, they'd meet some people along the way, but if she only got a little closer to her roommate, that would be fine.
She giggles as the girl next to her go through her routine again. The taller one rolls her eyes and just puts her hand on Yamada's shoulder, drawing her in against her side. "Yes, yes. Anyway, let's go. Ah, wait a moment." She'd almost forgotten. She grabs a long, thin bag from the corner, with a zipper that goes around at the top. It has a strap and rests diagonally against her back. A sword is kept within... one of her mother's demands. Regan must always keep a sword with her. Her sword. Something about it being an extension of her body. She didn't see the benefit of carrying it everywhere, but it was part of her training, so she shouldn't complain.
It is an old tradition.
Unless you'd know from experience, it wasn't easy to tell what it was just by looking, anyway. "Ok, now let's go." With that, she opens the door and steps out, waiting for Yamada to come out after. She would walk with her roommate, down the stairs and out the door of the dormitory, heading toward the main class building at a lazy pace. Hopefully, they'd meet some people along the way, but if she only got a little closer to her roommate, that would be fine.
Then it probably just applies between men and women? I just remember there's something about being seen naked and then OH NO I CAN'T MARRYYYYYYYYY
Regan: "Restate: Who wears towels into the bath, anyway?"
Regan: "Restate: Who wears towels into the bath, anyway?"
Oooh, wait, I know whyyyy. 'cause if anyone sees you naked, you can't maarrrryyyyyy. Or something like that.
Regan: "Like I even care."
Regan: "Like I even care."
Regan: Who wears towels into the bath, anyway? >:/
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