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STATUS: 'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.' 8 yrs ago
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'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.'
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'There is no word in the English language for the feeling someone gets when they suddenly realize they're standing next to an unholy monster impersonating a human. Monstralization, maybe?'
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'If Zoey Ashe had known she was being stalked by a man who intended to kill her and then slowly eat her bones, she would've worried more about that and less about getting her cat off the roof.'
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"And watch out for Molly. See if she does anything unusual. There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that."
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"We're talking about a tentacled flying lamp fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?"
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"OK, I've just about had my FILL of riddle-asking, quest-assigning, insult-throwing, pun-hurling, hostage-taking, iron-mongering, smart-arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!" - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate
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Katie replied because I was so pumped, haha! Ollie should be up in a couple of days.
Hahaha omg. I'm pretty sure Katie is going to try and break as many of Flint's ribs as possible. They're going to kill each other, or very nearly do so. Bwehehehehe.
Ooooh, drama. I'm sure looooads of people still distrust Ollie for his stunt and his outspoken support and yessss, Ministry rats errwhere. I'm sure it takes a long time to get all the Death Eaters round up and loads of them are probably still doing terribad things to people, just a little more secretively. But yes, I forsee all sorts of good terribadness >:D
Thanks! I'm glad to be improving. :]
Haha, yessss! Kates is angry and bitter, especially towards Slytherbutts since she (wrongly) assumes they're all twats like Malfoy and views them all as Death Eaters. I mean... to be fair... she spent nearly a year in a coma and then participating in the resistance, her prejudice is understandable P: So there'll be loads of rage and shouting and grumbling, and she'll be all annoyed that they play so well together when she manages to stop being such a total jerk about it all.
Oooh, yesss. I have ideas for Puddlemere. Bad things are going to happen to them >:D
Sorry for the delay sweets! I was really unwell and needed to take some me-time. I'm on the mend and totally stoked to reply!
And omg haha yesssss. Maybe one or two of the Falcons can get the boot for war crimes and Flint gets scalped and the Falcons buy out his Tutshill contract? I can so see Falmouth being hella conniving like that. It could get Katie out of reserves and onto the main team as well O:
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Most of my games have gone into hiatus. I'm working on catching up on active games right meow.
I've loads of free time this quarter, so I'm totes down to starting a few more. :3
Sorry for disappearing! I was a bit unwell, but I'm on the mend now and working on my reply. (:
Work is good! Plugging away at my samples slowly but surely. How've you been?
No worries! I've been swamped. Had my last final today so I'll be around. Excited to get this game back up and running!
George was really rather quiet. Sadie got the sense that he was an observer, someone more comfortable watching the proceedings and taking his time about things, but she had only known him for an afternoon. Still, his presence was reassuring. Sadie’s instincts told her that he was a good sort. Brennan’s contempt only further cemented her good opinion of George. It was good to have a friend already.
Two friends, even! Seine was hilarious, and his suggestion to find secret passageways his old man had recommended was a very tempting offer. As if Hogwarts wasn’t magical enough! Secret passageways were just too fantastic an opportunity to pass up.
Sadie passed the time bantering and people watching. Most of her fellows seemed excited to be here—a stout blonde girl looked rather queasy and the girl from the boat had found a small collection of rather grim looking companions. Most of them had strikingly similar features, but Sadie didn’t know what to make of that. Before she could pose the question, the grey haired witch from earlier swept back in.
“Alright dears, it’s time. Single file please!”
They shuffled into a long line, following the woman (who had soil on her cheek, Sadie realized belatedly) into the most beautiful hall Sadie had ever seen. Hundreds of candles bobbed in the air, golden lights all a glitter. Seine nudged her shoulder and pointed up at the ceiling, where the heavens glowed in all their splendor. She breathed a sigh of wonder at the sprawling of stars and finally understood for the first time why it was called the Milky Way. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, as if even the stars had magic here. The hall was lined with four long tables, a sea of black robes and four waving banners dangling from the ceiling that stretched into infinity.
Sadie spied Brennan sitting with a beaming dark haired girl and another surly boy. He nodded at her, and despite being a total jerk, the acknowledgement made her grin and wave brightly.
They paused near a table at the head of the room, but Sadie was too short to see what the stout witch was doing. She stood on tip toe, to no avail.
Suddenly, a large, ratty hat floated into the air. Its brim shifted as if opening into a mouth and it, bizarrely, began to sing;
Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
Sadie gaped. The hall burst into applause. That was officially the weirdest thing she had ever seen. Seine didn’t look phased—she turned to George, whispering in an alarmed tone,
“Did that hat just sing?”
“Bendix, Freyja!” the stout witch called. A tan girl popped out of line not far ahead of them, strolling towards the hat. Sadie leaned out of line to see her drop onto the stool and, gingerly, look up as the hat was placed on her head. After a long moment, its booming voice echoed throughout the hall,
“Hufflepuff!”
The table of gold and black began to applaud enthusiastically. The girl smiled lightly, hopping off and wandering over as if she had all the time in the world.
“Coty, Ellis!”
Sadie craned her head as a red haired girl strode confidently towards the front. The hat barely touched her head before it bellowed “Slytherin!” to the hall. The girl smirked her way over and it occurred to Sadie to be nervous. What if the house didn’t sort her?! What if it said she wasn’t good enough and she had to go home and--!!
“Sadie,” Seine whispered, nudging her. “You’re up.”
“What?” No—she hadn’t heard—the line was shifting, looking for whomever had been called and she flushed, scurrying towards the front. Her heart had never beat so fast in all her life. She nearly knocked over the stool when she tried to sit on it and there was a rippling of snickers in the hall. Sadie did her best to sit straight and not freak out before the hat was dropped on her head and she couldn’t see anything.
Well, well. Another Ethans, I see.
“What?” Sadie whispered. It took her an embarrassingly long moment to realise that the voice in her head was the hat. That was strange—and fascinating. Sadie longed to understand it.
Not as angry as the other one, are you? Plenty clever… and oh yes… what a thirst to prove yourself. Hmmm… aha but you do like a good thrill though, don’t you? Yes, I think you’ll do quite well in—
“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat roared. Sadie jumped as the Great Hall blinked back into existence, the hat swept off her head. She stepped off the stool rather more gracefully than she’d sat on it and scurried towards the cheering table. “Fairclough, Kestrel,” was called behind her, but Sadie was hunting for a seat. The girl she’d seen with her brother waved her over and Sadie complied.
“Wow, you’re like, the prettiest girl ever,” Sadie blurted, then flushed as she realized she had said that out loud.
“RAVENCLAW!” The hat shouted. The girl was laughing, her voice suddenly drowned out in a cheer across the hall. She squeezed Sadie’s shoulders affectionately.
“Merlin’s tits, Bren, she’s darling!”
Brennan grumbled something, but the girl hugging her was ignoring him with enviable ease.
“I’m Xia He, welcome to Gryffindor. I’m the fifth year Prefect. That’s Amos,” she nodded to the fellow grumpy boy sat with her brother.
Faragher, Kenji became another Ravenclaw and Firmin, Mattieu another Gryffindor. Fulton, Marjorie a Slytherin; Godfrey, Graham and Greenwich, Tasia and Harrigan, Niall all to Gryffindor. Sadie tried very hard to focus as several more students were sorted, but it was so hard to focus with all the chatter and the excitement in the air.
Suddenly Seine was bounding over to her side, dreadlocks bouncing as he sat next to her and laughed about the hat’s argument to stick him in Ravenclaw. Sadie scanned the line for George, giving him a thumbs up and a flash of teeth with Seine, her heart beat finally beginning to slow.
Two friends, even! Seine was hilarious, and his suggestion to find secret passageways his old man had recommended was a very tempting offer. As if Hogwarts wasn’t magical enough! Secret passageways were just too fantastic an opportunity to pass up.
Sadie passed the time bantering and people watching. Most of her fellows seemed excited to be here—a stout blonde girl looked rather queasy and the girl from the boat had found a small collection of rather grim looking companions. Most of them had strikingly similar features, but Sadie didn’t know what to make of that. Before she could pose the question, the grey haired witch from earlier swept back in.
“Alright dears, it’s time. Single file please!”
They shuffled into a long line, following the woman (who had soil on her cheek, Sadie realized belatedly) into the most beautiful hall Sadie had ever seen. Hundreds of candles bobbed in the air, golden lights all a glitter. Seine nudged her shoulder and pointed up at the ceiling, where the heavens glowed in all their splendor. She breathed a sigh of wonder at the sprawling of stars and finally understood for the first time why it was called the Milky Way. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, as if even the stars had magic here. The hall was lined with four long tables, a sea of black robes and four waving banners dangling from the ceiling that stretched into infinity.
Sadie spied Brennan sitting with a beaming dark haired girl and another surly boy. He nodded at her, and despite being a total jerk, the acknowledgement made her grin and wave brightly.
They paused near a table at the head of the room, but Sadie was too short to see what the stout witch was doing. She stood on tip toe, to no avail.
Suddenly, a large, ratty hat floated into the air. Its brim shifted as if opening into a mouth and it, bizarrely, began to sing;
Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
Sadie gaped. The hall burst into applause. That was officially the weirdest thing she had ever seen. Seine didn’t look phased—she turned to George, whispering in an alarmed tone,
“Did that hat just sing?”
“Bendix, Freyja!” the stout witch called. A tan girl popped out of line not far ahead of them, strolling towards the hat. Sadie leaned out of line to see her drop onto the stool and, gingerly, look up as the hat was placed on her head. After a long moment, its booming voice echoed throughout the hall,
“Hufflepuff!”
The table of gold and black began to applaud enthusiastically. The girl smiled lightly, hopping off and wandering over as if she had all the time in the world.
“Coty, Ellis!”
Sadie craned her head as a red haired girl strode confidently towards the front. The hat barely touched her head before it bellowed “Slytherin!” to the hall. The girl smirked her way over and it occurred to Sadie to be nervous. What if the house didn’t sort her?! What if it said she wasn’t good enough and she had to go home and--!!
“Sadie,” Seine whispered, nudging her. “You’re up.”
“What?” No—she hadn’t heard—the line was shifting, looking for whomever had been called and she flushed, scurrying towards the front. Her heart had never beat so fast in all her life. She nearly knocked over the stool when she tried to sit on it and there was a rippling of snickers in the hall. Sadie did her best to sit straight and not freak out before the hat was dropped on her head and she couldn’t see anything.
Well, well. Another Ethans, I see.
“What?” Sadie whispered. It took her an embarrassingly long moment to realise that the voice in her head was the hat. That was strange—and fascinating. Sadie longed to understand it.
Not as angry as the other one, are you? Plenty clever… and oh yes… what a thirst to prove yourself. Hmmm… aha but you do like a good thrill though, don’t you? Yes, I think you’ll do quite well in—
“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat roared. Sadie jumped as the Great Hall blinked back into existence, the hat swept off her head. She stepped off the stool rather more gracefully than she’d sat on it and scurried towards the cheering table. “Fairclough, Kestrel,” was called behind her, but Sadie was hunting for a seat. The girl she’d seen with her brother waved her over and Sadie complied.
“Wow, you’re like, the prettiest girl ever,” Sadie blurted, then flushed as she realized she had said that out loud.
“RAVENCLAW!” The hat shouted. The girl was laughing, her voice suddenly drowned out in a cheer across the hall. She squeezed Sadie’s shoulders affectionately.
“Merlin’s tits, Bren, she’s darling!”
Brennan grumbled something, but the girl hugging her was ignoring him with enviable ease.
“I’m Xia He, welcome to Gryffindor. I’m the fifth year Prefect. That’s Amos,” she nodded to the fellow grumpy boy sat with her brother.
Faragher, Kenji became another Ravenclaw and Firmin, Mattieu another Gryffindor. Fulton, Marjorie a Slytherin; Godfrey, Graham and Greenwich, Tasia and Harrigan, Niall all to Gryffindor. Sadie tried very hard to focus as several more students were sorted, but it was so hard to focus with all the chatter and the excitement in the air.
Suddenly Seine was bounding over to her side, dreadlocks bouncing as he sat next to her and laughed about the hat’s argument to stick him in Ravenclaw. Sadie scanned the line for George, giving him a thumbs up and a flash of teeth with Seine, her heart beat finally beginning to slow.
Sorry that took so long to get to you! Work and school and Dragon Age and everything kind of ate me for a bit there. Oops! Hope the post is okay. >.<
They ran. His strides were longer than hers, forcing her to match his pace. Pan was strung between them, his legs occasionally dragging along the black earth. Her shoulder was numb where she supported the unconscious sorcerer. The Drow was sure footed in the shadows-- but, knowing the stories, that shouldn't have surprised her. It was proving more and more difficult for her to see, even with her keen eyesight. It was as if the woods had been covered in pitch. It had been barely noon in the village, but here in the heart of the woods, it might as well have been midnight. There was no sun to guide her, and she could only pray they were still heading south. South was freedom-- if they could get to the Moonsea Ride, she could get them to Cormyr. If she could get to Suzail, she could find her fellow Harpers, send word to Everlund, and begin calling on old favors. They just had to survive the woods. And the road, plagued by bandits and all sorts of beasties... Chamera winced. One thing at a time.
She could barely breathe. Pan was too heavy, his body too cold for her to carry any longer. She coughed, trying to find words in her exhaustion.
"I can't--" she sputtered, losing precious air to speech. Her everything hurt, every muscle screaming, the curl of magic in her breast like a knife jostling with every footstep. She tried to slow the brutal pace, stumbling on a root. She spat an orcish curse reflexively, tried not to drag them all down with her as she staggered. Pan was silent and cold and she was terrified he had already died. Gods, she couldn't let him die. Pan was selfish and cruel but he was her friend and he'd saved her life. It was imperative he live. She couldn't bear another life on her conscience. "I can't keep this pace."
Chamera had no idea how long they had been running, but she knew her limits. She forced a stop, choking for breath, easing Pan against a tree. Pulling her glove off with her teeth, she searched desperately for his pulse. It was thready and shallow in his nearly translucent skin, but she choked out a laugh when she found it, dropping her forehead to his. It stung to touch him but gods, he might just survive this. Her hands shook as she pulled away, digging for the bag strapped to her hip. Her arm sunk into it to the elbow, scrabbling for a waterskin in the pocket dimension. The magic of the bag did not spark-- the damage to the Weave must have been localized to the village. Chamera withdrew the oiled canvas, drinking around shuddering breaths. She needed to patch up her arm soon, lest it become infected.
Chamera forced herself up, all too aware of the danger of stiffness. The woods were still around them. Chamera cast a wary gaze around them. She knew the stories of these woods from first hand experience-- the last time she had traveled through this forrest, she had been poisoned by a spider the size of a horse. She had no desire to repeat that experience. Not without a proper healer, at least.
She turned her hazel eyes on the Drow, hesitating for a long moment. He had yet to try and kill her. He'd saved her life-- and he wanted magic from them. She had to trust that, until he got what he wanted, he would not sink a blade into her throat. Taking a steadying breath, Chamera offered him her waterskin.
"Drink what you need. I have more in my pack," she remarked as evenly as she could manage, her voice less ravaged.
She could barely breathe. Pan was too heavy, his body too cold for her to carry any longer. She coughed, trying to find words in her exhaustion.
"I can't--" she sputtered, losing precious air to speech. Her everything hurt, every muscle screaming, the curl of magic in her breast like a knife jostling with every footstep. She tried to slow the brutal pace, stumbling on a root. She spat an orcish curse reflexively, tried not to drag them all down with her as she staggered. Pan was silent and cold and she was terrified he had already died. Gods, she couldn't let him die. Pan was selfish and cruel but he was her friend and he'd saved her life. It was imperative he live. She couldn't bear another life on her conscience. "I can't keep this pace."
Chamera had no idea how long they had been running, but she knew her limits. She forced a stop, choking for breath, easing Pan against a tree. Pulling her glove off with her teeth, she searched desperately for his pulse. It was thready and shallow in his nearly translucent skin, but she choked out a laugh when she found it, dropping her forehead to his. It stung to touch him but gods, he might just survive this. Her hands shook as she pulled away, digging for the bag strapped to her hip. Her arm sunk into it to the elbow, scrabbling for a waterskin in the pocket dimension. The magic of the bag did not spark-- the damage to the Weave must have been localized to the village. Chamera withdrew the oiled canvas, drinking around shuddering breaths. She needed to patch up her arm soon, lest it become infected.
Chamera forced herself up, all too aware of the danger of stiffness. The woods were still around them. Chamera cast a wary gaze around them. She knew the stories of these woods from first hand experience-- the last time she had traveled through this forrest, she had been poisoned by a spider the size of a horse. She had no desire to repeat that experience. Not without a proper healer, at least.
She turned her hazel eyes on the Drow, hesitating for a long moment. He had yet to try and kill her. He'd saved her life-- and he wanted magic from them. She had to trust that, until he got what he wanted, he would not sink a blade into her throat. Taking a steadying breath, Chamera offered him her waterskin.
"Drink what you need. I have more in my pack," she remarked as evenly as she could manage, her voice less ravaged.
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