Expendable

What Are You Listening To?

Waiting for the Rain | Maaya Sakamoto


Lucky Strike | Maroon 5

What Are You Listening To?

Doll (Henrietta)

Doll

A doll without a heart
Was born of warm hands
She can't laugh
She can't even speak

Someday I want someone to ask me how I feel
Even though I can't put it into words
So that I can know how to muster all my strength
To go on living

The doll has memorized the meaning of the words "thank you"
But she still can't use them
She can't even speak

Someday I want someone to ask me how I feel
Even though I can't put it into words
So that I can muster all my strength
And say "thank you"

The wind picks up a little
And pushes me onward
So I've begun preparing for another journey

Someday I want someone to ask me how I feel
Even though I can't put it into words
So that I can muster all my strength
And cry and shout and tell you everything

If someday I could go to the distant sea
To the ends of the ends of the earth
When I've finally reached someplace like that
I wonder how I'll feel?

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Jack Mallory, X.O.

"Identify a target," Jack sighs, "Within visual range but far enough away that it will not endanger the ship, nor any living being we can detect, that would be suitable to show a threat."

How big a threat our weapons might be against magic...?

"Perhaps behind those deer-men?" the X.O. added, thinking furiously.

The next time, the ship was going to be well-armed with anti-missile defense systems. Assuming there's a next time...?

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

J'eon the Blacksmith

"I had thought the people of Mythadia to have honor," J'eon said somberly. "Yet here I stand, listening as House Silbermine makes claims on this temple of the Sky People. Is this what you call respect? For I find it sorely lacking!"

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Jack Mallory, X.O.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

"Captain, we may only get one shot with this," Jack warns, his voice rasping through the mask's diaphragm. "If that bird-creature can move metal, one might be able to bend our beam, possibly use it against us."

He heads to the airlock, keying it open so he can step inside before it was half-way open, then closing the hanger-side door in the hope of keeping the locals outside.

"This is what happens when you don't establish boundaries," he mutters. One doesn't tell a being who can move metal at will that you shoot metal bullets out of a gun like it's show and tell.

Cycling the inner lock, he stepped through and glared at the box of pens.

"Get armed up, people! We may have a fight on our hands," he says, heading towards the bridge.

"Wodan!" Jack called out as he stepped into the bridge. "Status on the meteor gun, stat!"

Well, it looks like I've forgotten how to write

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I am currently enjoying old school super mario with the SMBX engine and the games people have made for it. I also enjoy pixelly rpgs like...rpg maker style. And Choice of Games games (they're CYOA books but with a lot more to them). I would say I enjoy big rpgs like the Fallout and Elder Scrolls series but I no longer have a good enough computer for that. :(

@SparkleNana

Okay, interesting. I like playing the different varieties of mods for Minecraft. What sort of genre are you looking for on Roleplayerguild? Fantasy, modern, horror, science fiction? Combat, romance, slice of life, post-apocalyptic, superhero, parody?

What Are You Listening To?

Well, it looks like I've forgotten how to write

Greetings and salutations, SparkleNana. Welcome to the guild. So, what sort of games do you enjoy?

Life in Gloomminster

"Ma-am," Mia called out. "Does this floor not have a... loo?"

They were going to stare back at her, she was sure. Phalorm House had privies in the back garden, which stank in summer and froze in winter. She had hoped the boarding house would have indoor plumbing.

She could feel warmth in her cheeks, which the glamour would turn into a pink blush instead of blue. She wondered who among the other boarders would reveal themselves by saying something about it?

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

J'eon the Blacksmith

J'eon curled his lips and threw back his shoulders, and with great distain strode towards the edge of the hull where he tilted his head to see the line of House Silbermine and its arrogant herald.

"No," he bellowed back. "You may not! This is the temple of the Sky People, and I would not suggest incurring their wrath by trying to claim it away from them!"

A bluff, to be sure. Castigator Nellara and her soldiers were far too few to defend this fortress against House Silbermine by themselves, nor was he sure that the sky people could defend themselves right now. But if Shirik called down another fireball to wipe out House Silbermine, he feared the sky people would refuse to let any of them near.

Shirik's might, if truth be told, took some getting used to. Had he not been in so poor a state after the attack of that giant insect, he would have found the nearest hole to hide himself in.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

J'eon the Blacksmith

The metal things coming down the mountainside were clearly machines, which intrigued J'eon. He wanted to take one apart, see how it worked, but such would have to wait until later. Still, he had some ideas... and concerns.

The sky person they'd surprised was talking to another of its kind, dressed in black. Perhaps that was normal among them?

Once word of this reached the capital, there would be panic, troops dispatched, representatives of the guilds sent. It would be best if he could establish himself here, get the sky people to talk to him. Good thing he knew a bit about opening new markets.

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Jack Mallory, X.O.

"Captain," Jack Mallory acknowledged, looking up from his phone that was connected to the ship's network. "I've requested a box of those souvenir pens and some commemorative patches what were to be distributed before the interruption."

Unfortunate they lost the keychains, but maybe some got buried with the shuttle?

He had no idea how the tree was doing that, much less not being consumed by the flames it contained. Did that last bit mean it was challenging the ship's crew to a fireball fight?

"Captain, we should encourage our... guests to leave, for now," he said. "Go over our recordings, and try to make sense of what's happened, here? Get our efforts a bit more organized, before the next surprise."

Like not admitting we're armed, or how many we are, or where we're from.