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...what falls from the skies is not the rain...
STATUS: Lots of ideas, voices in your head? You may not be schizo, just need to find a plot and start writing. 7 days ago
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Lots of ideas, voices in your head? You may not be schizo, just need to find a plot and start writing.
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Movie Studios don't use AI to generate scripts because they're not copywritable. My writing is mine, not the world's to play with.
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I've no idea what is meant by everyone being a "southern cowboy".
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I like that the Amish gives their kids a chance to decide if they want to stay in their parent's religion.
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"Badgers?" he said, sweating as he heard gun hammers being cocked unseen behind him. "We ain’t got no badgers. We don’t need no badgers. I don’t have to show you any stinkin' badgers!"
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Bio
I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
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I hate it when events move too fast. Of course, I come on here and there's a page or two of posts in the OOC - which means it's active and yay for that.
Also, I can see why the restaurant bill is so high here.
Also, I can see why the restaurant bill is so high here.
<Snipped quote by BunniesOfDoom>
But how do you know this isn't all just an elaborate plan to gather monsters in one place and then open a MONSTER ZOO, and get the public to pay money to come see the FREAKS!? It's a conspiracy, I say! A CONSPIRACY!
So is my apartment the only one with the glass forth wall?
Mmm, that's a bad image.
Well, they'd probably do it as dragons, but still.
She may have a few centuries, but Qaymu would consider her a child.
I imagine being dragons, things could be tense between Ryu and Qaymu, both having hoards to protect, yet otherwise alone. Where are the other dragons?
Asleep, perhaps? Just a few individuals roaming around?
Asleep, perhaps? Just a few individuals roaming around?
@ExpendableYou know, RPGuild has like, laugh, and thanks reactions.
It's a damn shame there's not a cry reaction.
Poor Max. Poor Qaymu.
Sorry about that.
"Drinks," Kraseawei grins. "Always a good start."
The half-elf turns and makes her way to the bar, flagging down the bartender.
"Ozza said to give us a drink on the house, I'd love a small sherry, thank you."
Glancing back at the others, she shakes her head. "C'mon, don't be shy. It's a hospitality thing."
Just who was this mistress and what work might she have for them, she wondered. Hopefully it paid well.
The half-elf turns and makes her way to the bar, flagging down the bartender.
"Ozza said to give us a drink on the house, I'd love a small sherry, thank you."
Glancing back at the others, she shakes her head. "C'mon, don't be shy. It's a hospitality thing."
Just who was this mistress and what work might she have for them, she wondered. Hopefully it paid well.
Question, actually, especially for @Dragonydas but also in terms of expectation from everyone else: we have a lot of people, are we expected to wait until everyone's had a round before we post again?
My general rule is there must be two posts from someone else before I reply again in character, or we do a collab post.
"Max," Qaymu calls out quietly, but the figure on the bed didn't stir.
"He's sleeping all the time now, sergeant," the nurse said. "And he's stopped eating. We're keeping him hydrated, but it's just a matter of days, now."
"I see...." Qaymu sighs, feeling the tears forming. "Is it okay if...?"
"Of course," the nurse smiles.
He waits until the nurse closes the door behind him before stepping over to the bed.
"Last week, you were chasing nurses and complaining about the chow," he said, raising his hand from his hat, "this is just too... sudden."
Qaymu glances about the room, making sure there were no cameras and the door was closed behind him, then straightens his index and middle finger.
"Ŷmen indmthą otën oũryth indmthą; ŷmen hōughtsthė otën oũryth hōughtsthė," he intones softly. A small yet elaborate magic circle appears spinning over his fingertips, then he leans forward to touch it to Max's temple.
"Sergeant? Would you like something to drink?" the nurse asks, leaning through the doorway. She frowns as Qaymu steps back, tears trickling down the old man's cheeks. "Are... are you okay?"
"Yes," the dragon says hoarsely, wiping the tears away as he sat down heavily in the chair beside his buddy's bed. "Just... reliving some memories. I wouldn't mind some coffee, thank you."
"Of.. of course," she says, smiling as she closes the door.
Qaymu checks the drawer next to the bed and pulls out Max's signet ring, slipping it on the soldier's ring finger. It flares for a moment.
"Don't forget, this comes to me."
"He's sleeping all the time now, sergeant," the nurse said. "And he's stopped eating. We're keeping him hydrated, but it's just a matter of days, now."
"I see...." Qaymu sighs, feeling the tears forming. "Is it okay if...?"
"Of course," the nurse smiles.
He waits until the nurse closes the door behind him before stepping over to the bed.
"Last week, you were chasing nurses and complaining about the chow," he said, raising his hand from his hat, "this is just too... sudden."
Qaymu glances about the room, making sure there were no cameras and the door was closed behind him, then straightens his index and middle finger.
"Ŷmen indmthą otën oũryth indmthą; ŷmen hōughtsthė otën oũryth hōughtsthė," he intones softly. A small yet elaborate magic circle appears spinning over his fingertips, then he leans forward to touch it to Max's temple.
"Hey!" Max said, still running his hand over the stubble left on his head by the boot camp barber, pointing at Qaymu's mustache with the other. "How come dey didn't cut dat off?"
Qaymu shrugged and grinned. "I don't think they noticed it."
Bullets zipped through the leaves overhead while Max frantically tried to cover his head with his hands in the little hollow.
"We gotta do somethin'!"
"I got this," Qaymu said, a fireball appearing between his hands for a second while Max looked on wide-eyed in disbelief, then it shot through the brush and exploded. The VC screamed briefly.
"What da hell was dat?" Max demanded, stunned.
Qaymu grinned, tapping his temple with his index and middle finger. "Magic!"
"Dat's some trick! You gotta teach me dat!"
The music swelled. Max and Qaymu turned to see Mary, resplendent in her wedding dress and escorted by her father start up towards the altar.
"Can you believe dis is happenin' ta me?"
Qaymu smiled, leaning forward. "No, you lucky sonna..."
"Hey!" Max said, still running his hand over the stubble left on his head by the boot camp barber, pointing at Qaymu's mustache with the other. "How come dey didn't cut dat off?"
"Sergeant? Would you like something to drink?" the nurse asks, leaning through the doorway. She frowns as Qaymu steps back, tears trickling down the old man's cheeks. "Are... are you okay?"
"Yes," the dragon says hoarsely, wiping the tears away as he sat down heavily in the chair beside his buddy's bed. "Just... reliving some memories. I wouldn't mind some coffee, thank you."
"Of.. of course," she says, smiling as she closes the door.
Qaymu checks the drawer next to the bed and pulls out Max's signet ring, slipping it on the soldier's ring finger. It flares for a moment.
"Don't forget, this comes to me."
There was a show that started in the UK and came to the US called "Being Human" about a vampire, a recently turned werewolf, and a ghost sharing a house.
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