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Is it *normal* to have a bunch of readers on your 1x1?
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Yeah, man. Ghosts are rude.
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Is that how you get visitor messages? I thought you got them by being cool. ... oh, shit, I forgot I had any.
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Climb into space with Dr. Steve Brule
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If I ever imply France in an RP where, for example, the context for calling something "French Toast" doesn't exist, you can know that's not me.
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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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"I see." Yumeiko nodded softly to herself at Miyuki's explanation. She would choose to believe her.
The priestess would continue with purpose. While she did, she took inventory of the ship; the answers she sought were ready for her, to her surprise. There was a report from the fleet ready for her, discoveries and reconnaissance already cataloged for her appraisal. Things had moved along without her. It was a nice feeling.
They asked if she would be joining the fleet on expedition or staying in orbit. The reports had indicated more Scourge signatures among the stars.
Yumeiko took a slow breath, sorting her thoughts for a moment. She would go. She couldn't leave the fleet without the support that had seen so many of them through the battle. However, she couldn't drag Miyuki into a dangerous journey without informing her.
"Miyuki," she would wait a moment for the other to face her, though she would continue even if she didn't, "in light of the recent battle, and what I hear from the fleet, I feel I must tell you a few things before we leave with you aboard. I imagine you must be quite curious about what happened while you were," she considered Miyuki for a moment. Knowing what she did about her, "sealed? Just a guess; sorry. Uhm," the blonde cleared her throat, "it's going to be dangerous. It sounds like we'll be fighting more of them. If you stay here, you'll be brought into more battles."
"You should understand what danger we'll be facing - what it is we'll be fighting. Do you want me to tell you?"
Informing Miyuki of the horrors of the Scourge would only be fair, though she didn't need to get graphic. Telling her that flesh and machine alike are consumed should be enough. That it is a force with no reason but destruction, deceptively clever in its designs - brutal, inefficient, yet effective.
Yumeiko watched the other, hesitant, unsure. She would understand if Miyuki wanted to stay behind, which was all the more reason to ask her, "will you stay? Here?"
The priestess would continue with purpose. While she did, she took inventory of the ship; the answers she sought were ready for her, to her surprise. There was a report from the fleet ready for her, discoveries and reconnaissance already cataloged for her appraisal. Things had moved along without her. It was a nice feeling.
They asked if she would be joining the fleet on expedition or staying in orbit. The reports had indicated more Scourge signatures among the stars.
Yumeiko took a slow breath, sorting her thoughts for a moment. She would go. She couldn't leave the fleet without the support that had seen so many of them through the battle. However, she couldn't drag Miyuki into a dangerous journey without informing her.
"Miyuki," she would wait a moment for the other to face her, though she would continue even if she didn't, "in light of the recent battle, and what I hear from the fleet, I feel I must tell you a few things before we leave with you aboard. I imagine you must be quite curious about what happened while you were," she considered Miyuki for a moment. Knowing what she did about her, "sealed? Just a guess; sorry. Uhm," the blonde cleared her throat, "it's going to be dangerous. It sounds like we'll be fighting more of them. If you stay here, you'll be brought into more battles."
"You should understand what danger we'll be facing - what it is we'll be fighting. Do you want me to tell you?"
Informing Miyuki of the horrors of the Scourge would only be fair, though she didn't need to get graphic. Telling her that flesh and machine alike are consumed should be enough. That it is a force with no reason but destruction, deceptively clever in its designs - brutal, inefficient, yet effective.
Yumeiko watched the other, hesitant, unsure. She would understand if Miyuki wanted to stay behind, which was all the more reason to ask her, "will you stay? Here?"
Yumeiko quietly marked Miyuki's tense tone of voice, noting to herself that she should not dawdle. She could sense the other's tension in her voice. If she rushed what she was doing, however, then it would just have to be done again.
Though her voice was tense, the lack of physical fussing let Yumeiko continue with care.
As she moved closer, to work on Miyuki's hair, Miyuki's question caused her combing to slow for just a moment. "You slept through all that?" Yumeiko sounded shocked. "Er, well... that's why I said I came to check on you. Our fleet engaged with a dreadful enemy, after climbing into orbit."
She continued her combing, but there was something different in her touch; the memory of the enemy disturbed her. "Do you remember the destruction, Miyuki? The end of the old world."
"It's the same enemy. The same remnants that were fought on the surface, just to defend our home and future - again. They're out here, too." It wasn't the future she'd hoped for. It meant there would be more fighting. She could keep herself and her shrine on Earth, but with the way the battle had gone, the fleet needed support. How many more would they have lost, without her?
Though her voice was tense, the lack of physical fussing let Yumeiko continue with care.
As she moved closer, to work on Miyuki's hair, Miyuki's question caused her combing to slow for just a moment. "You slept through all that?" Yumeiko sounded shocked. "Er, well... that's why I said I came to check on you. Our fleet engaged with a dreadful enemy, after climbing into orbit."
She continued her combing, but there was something different in her touch; the memory of the enemy disturbed her. "Do you remember the destruction, Miyuki? The end of the old world."
"It's the same enemy. The same remnants that were fought on the surface, just to defend our home and future - again. They're out here, too." It wasn't the future she'd hoped for. It meant there would be more fighting. She could keep herself and her shrine on Earth, but with the way the battle had gone, the fleet needed support. How many more would they have lost, without her?
Miyuki consented and Yumeiko turned herself more fully onto the bed. One leg dangled off, her toes just touching the floor, while the other lay in front of her, bent such that her foot almost dangled off the end of the bed, too. As the tails were laid down in front of her, she gathered them tenderly and lay them over her thigh - as many as she could - before forming a comb of hardlight and starting to brush them.
Hardlight was not a natural power of hers. It wasn't like her actual sacred powers, which she had used to change clothes earlier. It came from the ship - from her communion with it, with the Aevon that made it possible. It had its advantages, too. She could feel with it, she could mold and shape it.
What was sacred anymore, anyway?
Wasn't that... her decision, now?
"Yes, yes. I'll be quick." As Yumeiko worked through the tangled, unkempt fur, the comb she used shifted and changed. The teeth of the tool would grow coarser or finer according to how much resistance Miyuki's fur was putting up at any point in time. Despite saying she would do this swiftly, she took her time, making sure to comb the black fur thoroughly and get any possible sign of matting out.
She was still wearing the line cook getup? The priestess tossed the headband and apron aside gradually as she went through Miyuki's tails, each disappearing as soon as it was out of sight.
Yumeiko pulled herself further onto the bed as she finished with the tails, sitting closer to Miyuki's back. She carefully arranged the black fox's tails around herself as she moved on to combing her hair. "It's all very tangled, so it's taking a bit of time. I hope you don't mind too much."
Hardlight was not a natural power of hers. It wasn't like her actual sacred powers, which she had used to change clothes earlier. It came from the ship - from her communion with it, with the Aevon that made it possible. It had its advantages, too. She could feel with it, she could mold and shape it.
What was sacred anymore, anyway?
Wasn't that... her decision, now?
"Yes, yes. I'll be quick." As Yumeiko worked through the tangled, unkempt fur, the comb she used shifted and changed. The teeth of the tool would grow coarser or finer according to how much resistance Miyuki's fur was putting up at any point in time. Despite saying she would do this swiftly, she took her time, making sure to comb the black fur thoroughly and get any possible sign of matting out.
She was still wearing the line cook getup? The priestess tossed the headband and apron aside gradually as she went through Miyuki's tails, each disappearing as soon as it was out of sight.
Yumeiko pulled herself further onto the bed as she finished with the tails, sitting closer to Miyuki's back. She carefully arranged the black fox's tails around herself as she moved on to combing her hair. "It's all very tangled, so it's taking a bit of time. I hope you don't mind too much."
"Mmm... mnn?" Yumeiko nuzzled her face more into the soft comfort, at first, as her eyes fluttered open. They closed again as her hand wandered away, over the alluring form she rested agai-
Her eyes shot open and she pushed herself partially upright, attention rapidly appraising the situation. It didn't take her long to realize what she'd been doing - what she'd been grabbing - and her face flushed a deep red. She turned away with a soft yelp, one hand flying up to cover her face while the other held herself upright, "Miyuki, I'm so sorry! I-I, ah..."
She took a moment or two, calming herself and her racing heart before she turned partially over her shoulder, "you were, comfortable." The hand lowered from her mouth to her chest, she pushed herself up to a sitting position at the side of the bed as she calmed herself. "Please, excuse, ah, my reach." With a guilty fondness, she recalled the warm, soft comfort, but shook herself of the memory. It was ill-gotten.
Her tails flopped lazily across the bed, despite herself. Yumeiko turned after a moment, recalling something she'd noticed earlier - yes, indeed. Miyuki's hair and fur were still unkempt.
She turned away again, still blushing brightly despite being the offender. "Uh-mm, thank you for indulging me. I've been," she thought back on how she'd conducted herself since entering the room. Demanding it be cleaned, pushing Miyuki to do so, all in the name of a clean shrine. Eating with her, but only to feel more normal. Checking in on her welfare, but ultimately, truly, seeking company, "maybe a little selfish."
She took a deeper, steadying breath, before she picked herself up to turn at the hips, committing her body enough she could fully face Miyuki, "would you indulge me again? You," Her eyes trailed over the other fox, a smile softening her after hesitation, "need a little grooming; I'd like to comb you."
Her eyes shot open and she pushed herself partially upright, attention rapidly appraising the situation. It didn't take her long to realize what she'd been doing - what she'd been grabbing - and her face flushed a deep red. She turned away with a soft yelp, one hand flying up to cover her face while the other held herself upright, "Miyuki, I'm so sorry! I-I, ah..."
She took a moment or two, calming herself and her racing heart before she turned partially over her shoulder, "you were, comfortable." The hand lowered from her mouth to her chest, she pushed herself up to a sitting position at the side of the bed as she calmed herself. "Please, excuse, ah, my reach." With a guilty fondness, she recalled the warm, soft comfort, but shook herself of the memory. It was ill-gotten.
Her tails flopped lazily across the bed, despite herself. Yumeiko turned after a moment, recalling something she'd noticed earlier - yes, indeed. Miyuki's hair and fur were still unkempt.
She turned away again, still blushing brightly despite being the offender. "Uh-mm, thank you for indulging me. I've been," she thought back on how she'd conducted herself since entering the room. Demanding it be cleaned, pushing Miyuki to do so, all in the name of a clean shrine. Eating with her, but only to feel more normal. Checking in on her welfare, but ultimately, truly, seeking company, "maybe a little selfish."
She took a deeper, steadying breath, before she picked herself up to turn at the hips, committing her body enough she could fully face Miyuki, "would you indulge me again? You," Her eyes trailed over the other fox, a smile softening her after hesitation, "need a little grooming; I'd like to comb you."
A cute little squeak would welcome the arms sweeping her off of her feet and against a generous bosom. "Wh-, hey, I can.. walk..." her protests died as she rested her body into the voluptuous frame that cradled her. As she looked up, she saw the change in Miyuki's demeanor. A combination of embarrassments colored her cheeks, not least of which was the one that had her leaning her head into the tender, soft warmth.
"Arigato..."
She focused on the warmth and comfort, the sensations that rooted her to her body. She clung to her lazily, taking in her scent and feeling as much of the warmth she could offer as she could, before-
Yumeiko let out a small yelp as the sensations were torn away from her, only to be replaced by a soft, cloudy pad full of the scents she'd just been absorbing. She turned sluggishly over in the bed to watch Miyuki disappear behind the partitions. She groaned softly, instead making do with the scents and soft fluffiness of the bedding of her more-than-a-guest. Maybe more-than-a-guest. She was too disoriented to know more certainly.
If Miyuki weren't here...
The ship felt her absence, though things still ran. Her token aesthetic was replaced by a more generic design - the little anime icons of her face no longer appeared next to menu options, replaced instead with a plain dot, or something more locally significant. Interactions became more generic, less familiar and individual. Crew that knew what they were doing took charge.
After a few hours, Yumeiko stirred. The ship was keeping a watchful orbit over Earth in her absence, floating gently after completing post-combat operations. Her eyes opened slowly to see the ceiling that was certainly not her own quarters. The branches of the Core Tree were visible where she usually slept.
The scent still enveloped her. The priestess took a great heave of the comfort into her lungs as she turned into the nearest pillowy goodness surrounding her, gathering it into her face, heedless of where it might have come from.
"Arigato..."
She focused on the warmth and comfort, the sensations that rooted her to her body. She clung to her lazily, taking in her scent and feeling as much of the warmth she could offer as she could, before-
Yumeiko let out a small yelp as the sensations were torn away from her, only to be replaced by a soft, cloudy pad full of the scents she'd just been absorbing. She turned sluggishly over in the bed to watch Miyuki disappear behind the partitions. She groaned softly, instead making do with the scents and soft fluffiness of the bedding of her more-than-a-guest. Maybe more-than-a-guest. She was too disoriented to know more certainly.
If Miyuki weren't here...
The ship felt her absence, though things still ran. Her token aesthetic was replaced by a more generic design - the little anime icons of her face no longer appeared next to menu options, replaced instead with a plain dot, or something more locally significant. Interactions became more generic, less familiar and individual. Crew that knew what they were doing took charge.
After a few hours, Yumeiko stirred. The ship was keeping a watchful orbit over Earth in her absence, floating gently after completing post-combat operations. Her eyes opened slowly to see the ceiling that was certainly not her own quarters. The branches of the Core Tree were visible where she usually slept.
The scent still enveloped her. The priestess took a great heave of the comfort into her lungs as she turned into the nearest pillowy goodness surrounding her, gathering it into her face, heedless of where it might have come from.
Miyuki's sentiment earned a soft smile from Yumeiko as she set the dirty dishes away. As she lifted her hand to will the machine into motion, however, her body faltered. Her footing shifted slightly, catching a pitch in her weight before her hand braced herself against the counter. A breath was all she allowed herself before she pushed herself to remain upright and working - what would happen if she passed out, or something similar? She had to maintain her presence of mind.
"Yes, I do," said fondly, it had come out with less oomph than she had wanted, betraying her fatigue. Instead of willing the machine into motion, she used the holographic interface, the same as anyone else. It took less effort, that way. She leaned against the counter a moment, breathing and focusing her mind on staying in her body.
When she felt gathered enough, she righted herself. She didn't seem physically off, but Miyuki could surely tell she was struggling.
She shook her head slowly, blinking herself back into focus. This hadn't happened before. Of course, the ship had never been so strained - depleted shields, field recovery operations, processing battlefield debris and casualties, coordinating with the rest of the fleet. All that, on top of now teaching Miyuki basic housekeeping and trying to relax after a battle. She had never been so strained, or had so much power and extended body to distribute it through available to her directly.
"I think I," she stepped away from the counter, her body and mind suddenly demanding rest, "need to, lay down."
"Yes, I do," said fondly, it had come out with less oomph than she had wanted, betraying her fatigue. Instead of willing the machine into motion, she used the holographic interface, the same as anyone else. It took less effort, that way. She leaned against the counter a moment, breathing and focusing her mind on staying in her body.
When she felt gathered enough, she righted herself. She didn't seem physically off, but Miyuki could surely tell she was struggling.
She shook her head slowly, blinking herself back into focus. This hadn't happened before. Of course, the ship had never been so strained - depleted shields, field recovery operations, processing battlefield debris and casualties, coordinating with the rest of the fleet. All that, on top of now teaching Miyuki basic housekeeping and trying to relax after a battle. She had never been so strained, or had so much power and extended body to distribute it through available to her directly.
"I think I," she stepped away from the counter, her body and mind suddenly demanding rest, "need to, lay down."
Hehe, alright.
It's so good to play these two again~!
It's so good to play these two again~!
Oh hoh? Have I stumped the great Xalt? You're normally so swift! Hehehe.
Ooh, good. Miyuki was not so possessed by hunger that she might reach to take Yumeiko's helping. The blonde relaxed a bit as she finished her meal, her ears slightly less attentive. She ate rather calmly, especially compared to Miyuki. She wasn't one to make many noises, usually, but something about the meal was quite satisfying to her.
Yumeiko paused her chopsticks in her mouth as she heard the question.
What had she come for, today? The priestess gave a thoughtful hum as she grabbed another shrimp. "Well, uh," she considered her answer as she took another bite.
She thought about it hard, for a moment. "I came to check on you, if you'd been hurt in the impacts." She had been concerned for the other's safety, but that wasn't all. She'd wanted someone to eat with, but that wasn't the root of it.
"But, if I'm honest, I guess," she stared at her rice, an ounce of hesitation, "I wanted to stop being a Goddess, for a moment." She nodded softly, satisfied with her answer before she continued eating. It didn't take her much longer to finish her portion, and as she set her chopsticks down, she stilled again.
"Maybe I haven't exactly acted accordingly. It's hard to put it down, after so long." She rose, then, and gathered their bowls and chopsticks to take them to be washed. It was just a matter of putting them up in the proper place.
Before she stepped away from the table, Yumeiko laid a hand gently on Miyuki's shoulder. "Thank you for enjoying my cooking so heartily." She gave the yokai a tender smile and a gentle squeeze before padding off to the galley with the dishes.
Yumeiko paused her chopsticks in her mouth as she heard the question.
What had she come for, today? The priestess gave a thoughtful hum as she grabbed another shrimp. "Well, uh," she considered her answer as she took another bite.
She thought about it hard, for a moment. "I came to check on you, if you'd been hurt in the impacts." She had been concerned for the other's safety, but that wasn't all. She'd wanted someone to eat with, but that wasn't the root of it.
"But, if I'm honest, I guess," she stared at her rice, an ounce of hesitation, "I wanted to stop being a Goddess, for a moment." She nodded softly, satisfied with her answer before she continued eating. It didn't take her much longer to finish her portion, and as she set her chopsticks down, she stilled again.
"Maybe I haven't exactly acted accordingly. It's hard to put it down, after so long." She rose, then, and gathered their bowls and chopsticks to take them to be washed. It was just a matter of putting them up in the proper place.
Before she stepped away from the table, Yumeiko laid a hand gently on Miyuki's shoulder. "Thank you for enjoying my cooking so heartily." She gave the yokai a tender smile and a gentle squeeze before padding off to the galley with the dishes.
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