Heh - that's funny. I'm looking to get OUT of my career field (been in it for ten plus years and am really not interested any more). Keep poking to see what doors will let me in.
No surveillance and possibility of Venti's involvement? Yes! Okay. :)
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A long time player, I have been co-writing (aka "role playing") for "ae long tahm". I have a fairly involved career which some years can be nigh all encompassing for months and months at a time. However, I always seem to return for the sheer delight of creating alongside another imaginative individual.
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Office in the night? Not personally. They'd have electronic - though I don't believe they've set up their surveillance just yet - Venti (Skittles Mop Head *L*) would be working on that as soon as he got the go-ahead. I can put that into the next post, set where he is at. Though I suspect it would be an hour or so before he managed to get there and do his work.
Oh! And congrats on the job, eh? Nice!
Oh! And congrats on the job, eh? Nice!
Instead of answering, the troll slid sidelong into a dozing wall and was gone, thick lid closing over heavy eyes. Hap's tail twitched in curiosity then stilled as well. It had been many a year past remembering from the last time Hap had not known what tale was being referenced and curiosity was a welcome prick. Still, no need to harp at the exhausted creature on its floor.
It folded the netting using a folding system which might keep it from tangling when it was lifted and moved, settling the edges still in need of work atop the rest, then set it to the side of the small chair. The Keeper rested in the quiet of the half dark of its home. The light from the grate cast bright needles of light against the walls, but they were so slight as to be of little use to anyone not accustomed to darkness. Hap's large pupils worked somewhat, though not half so well as Krell's, and knowledge of its home made up for the difference. All about were the minutiae of a lifetime in one place.
Wilhelm was the dross of a life in motion. Hap let its gaze roam over the figure on its floor. He was smaller than he had seemed when insensate. His body pulled in a bit, he fit the furs of the main room just that much more and the life of him was quiet, like that of a pica, meant to keep to the dark.
Suddenly, Wilhelm's voice rumbled into the stillness and the troll continued speaking of this Mother of his. Hap did not respond outwardly, almost certain the guest would lapse once more into sleep if given the space to do it.
Still, there was a riddle here. Something living in the sun. The Mother inside of him, the sun? Wind? But no – wind was biting and cold, not warm and wet nor did it darken eyes.
Having lived in the wastes so very long, Hap's people were lost to growing things outside of purchasing them and gathering them as they traveled now and then (so very few and far between were those days – how many years had it been since Hap had met with one of its own?) and the earth held only cold rock and colder death. It was a true mystery what was warm and wet outside of blood, the mouth, and a womb.
“What I have inside these walls keeps you alive,” Hap said in a muted, surly manner, not reflective at all of the intense curiosity in its heart. The tip of its tail began to lash again, like that of an unschooled child's and it snorted in disgust, grabbed the offending thing and set the tip between hand and thigh to still it.
It folded the netting using a folding system which might keep it from tangling when it was lifted and moved, settling the edges still in need of work atop the rest, then set it to the side of the small chair. The Keeper rested in the quiet of the half dark of its home. The light from the grate cast bright needles of light against the walls, but they were so slight as to be of little use to anyone not accustomed to darkness. Hap's large pupils worked somewhat, though not half so well as Krell's, and knowledge of its home made up for the difference. All about were the minutiae of a lifetime in one place.
Wilhelm was the dross of a life in motion. Hap let its gaze roam over the figure on its floor. He was smaller than he had seemed when insensate. His body pulled in a bit, he fit the furs of the main room just that much more and the life of him was quiet, like that of a pica, meant to keep to the dark.
Suddenly, Wilhelm's voice rumbled into the stillness and the troll continued speaking of this Mother of his. Hap did not respond outwardly, almost certain the guest would lapse once more into sleep if given the space to do it.
Still, there was a riddle here. Something living in the sun. The Mother inside of him, the sun? Wind? But no – wind was biting and cold, not warm and wet nor did it darken eyes.
Having lived in the wastes so very long, Hap's people were lost to growing things outside of purchasing them and gathering them as they traveled now and then (so very few and far between were those days – how many years had it been since Hap had met with one of its own?) and the earth held only cold rock and colder death. It was a true mystery what was warm and wet outside of blood, the mouth, and a womb.
“What I have inside these walls keeps you alive,” Hap said in a muted, surly manner, not reflective at all of the intense curiosity in its heart. The tip of its tail began to lash again, like that of an unschooled child's and it snorted in disgust, grabbed the offending thing and set the tip between hand and thigh to still it.
I do dislike Those Months. I've pencilled in a few for my year. Never any fun. Glad I could help! :)
As for how you treated your reference- materials vs. your fiction? It makes perfect sense to me! References/reality is meant to be dissected. Fiction is meant to be carefully guarded. No one wants to read their notes to their own brain while reading about the hero going in to sit down and have his fourth tankard of ale since chapter four (we'd know because it was noted there in the margins and then highlighted with green, as opposed to the blue highlights which are for 'what I wouldda dun different', and yellow highlights which are merely 'I'm smart and like this, yes I do'). Although, if it means you are indeed a silly person, then I'd have to say the world is better off for having one more silly person. There are far too many Right people - we need more silly folk to balance out the universe.
As for how you treated your reference- materials vs. your fiction? It makes perfect sense to me! References/reality is meant to be dissected. Fiction is meant to be carefully guarded. No one wants to read their notes to their own brain while reading about the hero going in to sit down and have his fourth tankard of ale since chapter four (we'd know because it was noted there in the margins and then highlighted with green, as opposed to the blue highlights which are for 'what I wouldda dun different', and yellow highlights which are merely 'I'm smart and like this, yes I do'). Although, if it means you are indeed a silly person, then I'd have to say the world is better off for having one more silly person. There are far too many Right people - we need more silly folk to balance out the universe.
Hello there!
So sorry for the long wait - I was in the midst of a vacation and am finally back. :)
As for the story - I believe there was intended some sort of enforced contact between the pair, so that Wren is driven to help Chall with his journey. I am just interested in getting them to the pond and seeing what happens from there. Is there anything you'd like to see? more/less/etc.
So sorry for the long wait - I was in the midst of a vacation and am finally back. :)
As for the story - I believe there was intended some sort of enforced contact between the pair, so that Wren is driven to help Chall with his journey. I am just interested in getting them to the pond and seeing what happens from there. Is there anything you'd like to see? more/less/etc.
Troll looooore. Okay, this is amazing and I wish I could say I spent all vacation thinking it over, but - seriously? Trolly cars and ramen and sourdough bread. It completely never even came to mind.
That said, I am back and I'm catching up so I'm sure Hap will have all manner of questions for you. Heh. It's super interesting!
That said, I am back and I'm catching up so I'm sure Hap will have all manner of questions for you. Heh. It's super interesting!
So - I am so sorry for the long silence there.
AND... I have to say - I get such a kick out of James. Amel said a grand total of like five things to the man and he got called an ass twice. Heh. Very nicely written!
I ought to be more consistent for the next few months, I should hope.
AND... I have to say - I get such a kick out of James. Amel said a grand total of like five things to the man and he got called an ass twice. Heh. Very nicely written!
I ought to be more consistent for the next few months, I should hope.
:) I am alive!! Terribly sorry for the long hiatus. Needs must and all that rot. Anyhow, I am back and with a bit of coffee and some time to myself I ought to be able to catch up on everything. Thanks fabulously much for your patience.
Ah, by the by... I went to a coffee shop this morning with a friend. This particular shop has a "Take a Book, Leave a Book" shelf and on it was a fascinating book on the expansion of America into Native American lands. It was a first hand account by one of the leading captains and his experiences in the division. Very fascinating and it reminded me of historical reenactments which in turn reminded me of you. The book had been thoroughly highlighted and was with some amazing photographs. I figured it had to belong to a history student, an author doing research, or someone in need of making another short film`ish deal like the clip you had passed along.
I shall have to go back tomorrow and pick up the book as well as return the last one I had nabbed.
And it is late so my apologies for the inane chatter. There you have it.
Ah, by the by... I went to a coffee shop this morning with a friend. This particular shop has a "Take a Book, Leave a Book" shelf and on it was a fascinating book on the expansion of America into Native American lands. It was a first hand account by one of the leading captains and his experiences in the division. Very fascinating and it reminded me of historical reenactments which in turn reminded me of you. The book had been thoroughly highlighted and was with some amazing photographs. I figured it had to belong to a history student, an author doing research, or someone in need of making another short film`ish deal like the clip you had passed along.
I shall have to go back tomorrow and pick up the book as well as return the last one I had nabbed.
And it is late so my apologies for the inane chatter. There you have it.
No worries - I'm drowning at work then have a vacation set so I won't be back for a week and a half from now.
Forgive me - I'm in busy season at work which ought to last for two weeks (first week is actually already done) - along with one of our household is graduating (big deal) and we are preparing for a congratulatory trip (to far away places, rather than down the stairs) and so things ought to be something close to hairy and impossible to reply, but here is hoping that settles down quickly.
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