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If it doesn't hurt it's not spicy enough.
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Lol, site says I have no friends- wait a minute... I have no friends? Sad now.
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The years behind me grow and become brighter whilst the years ahead shrink and become dimmer, providing me an excellent opportunity to use the word 'whilst'. Now I'm tired and can't think of anything else funny to say. Let's see, classy info dump should do. I am FlitterFaux this time around, I tend to get horribly busy (still am) and leave the guild sometimes for years at a time but I just can't stay away forever. I'm not awesome enough for advanced but fast paced one lining does not work for me either so casual is juuusst right. I'm a lady, possibly past 29 but don't ask which 29th birthday I'm at, I like rainbows which is good because they're hard to escape in Hawaii, I like fantasy and sci fi with liberal sprinklings of horror and drama, and I'm tired again. I'll finish the rest later. Edit: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone. I can start a private conversation... with myself!? Epic. Truly epic.
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Yep, this went exactly where I hoped it would
Goddammit! I'm seriously trying to write a post and I just started calling him Lube IC
Goddammit! I'm seriously trying to write a post and I just started calling him Lube IC
I approve.
Go on.
@NarayanK I'm exaggerating, don't worry! Just gonna break like one or two buildings, no biggie ;3
Right then, I started working on something then I got distracted. I'll have something today, just trying to get both Skye an Anna's posts done so I can stop them both at once.
Right then, I started working on something then I got distracted. I'll have something today, just trying to get both Skye an Anna's posts done so I can stop them both at once.
She's totally going to steal/copy the results for her own diabolical purposes. FYI her family is new money, and nowhere near as rich as the Nuits. But she can get away with a lot by listing an expense as Research and Development. Kind of a broad definition there, and she abuses it something fierce.
So, Gren steals jetpack from ???, Anna steals jetpack from Gren, Oswald installs a cannon into his arm, Tiger defies the laws of gravity, and Beacon falls. Good plan. Let's make it happen.
So, Gren steals jetpack from ???, Anna steals jetpack from Gren, Oswald installs a cannon into his arm, Tiger defies the laws of gravity, and Beacon falls. Good plan. Let's make it happen.
Sssh,it's OK, you can both blow yourselves up with jet packs. Hell, just tell Anna that's what you want to do, she'll probably fund you both for the laughs
@HereComesTheSnow
That look in his eyes...
Luke's next words came as no great surprise, though she found they stung more than she would have expected. It was only the cold, raw truth; she was saying some of the dumbest things she had heard in quite some time. Even the most patient and understanding individuals were bound to get sick of it. And after that last round of compulsory word vomit? Luke had had enough. She understood. Everyone had their limits, even someone as kindhearted as him. But it still hurt. Not because she felt attacked or offended, but because she had driven him to this.
You've done it now. Maybe now you can shut your mouth after you swear it won't happen again? You owe him that at the absolute least. She opened her mouth to do just that, but Luke had more to say, and his next words shattered her preconceptions.
Skye could take a direct physical blow without flinching, or even budging. She could ignore the pain and never lose focus on her defense. But Luke's words alone were enough to cause her to jerk back as if he had actually struck her, as if she had no defenses to speak of. She even stumbled back a step, arms reflexively covering her stomach. He's upset about... how I speak of myself?
Is he right? Am I trying to make him hate me? Why would I...?
Luke kept digging, tearing apart whatever flimsy excuses she had made like the insubstantial things they were. He was like a predator going straight for the neck, too relentless and swift to be stopped. A Hunter more than just in title, and in a moment of clarity she realized where he was going with his words. It was then that she felt terror, more than any Grimm had inspired. Oh no. Please no. Don't ask me that. Anything else but please don't go there-
But he did ask.
'What happened?' It wasn't the same question the doctors or the people from Beacon asked, not the impersonal request for the facts of her situation. Lucas Schwarz had seen right through her, mask and all. He had gone right for the metaphorical throat and slain her in one decisive strike. She knew she couldn't lie. There was no running from this. He had asked the one question she subconsciously knew she had been hiding from, but had done nothing to prepare herself for. All she could do was close her eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath. When there was no hiding and no running one could only resign themselves to their fate. And face it head on.
You can tell me, he says. Unbelievable. I had no intention of telling anyone, it's not anyone else's business or problem but mine. Does he have some kind of semblance that can make people he's just met open up and tell him their deepest personal secrets? Doubtful. It's far more simple than that, isn't it? She knew now this had been a long time coming. Her inability to keep herself together was proof enough of that. Luke was a perceptive man and a Hunter. He had only needed to notice the crack in her mask, and his nature, his desire to help, had taken over from there. She had not recognized him as a Hunter for what little of his physique was apparent, but in his eyes she could see now what truly separated a Huntsman... from a girl wielding Dust and aura like a cudgel.
No more masks, Byakko. They never suited you anyway.
Skye pushed her hood back to reveal her freshly dyed hair and faunus ears. Might as well make this literal as well as figurative. She fully untied the red and white ceramic mask that had served as her surrogate face today. Beneath this was a face that could have been considered attractive in a way, a bit more angular than the female ideal with a longer, more prominent nose. But currently this face was far from pleasant in any sense of the word, and not just for her fresh tears. She was clearly gaunt, underfed, and her pure white skin looked unhealthy beyond just the unusual color. There were dark circles under her eyes as if she didnt just have difficulty sleeping but had not slept at all in days. Against these things her almost all white irises and few facial scars were less noteworthy but added to her unnerving visage. Her eyes met Luke's, and in her gaze was a weariness that went beyond mere lack of sleep, confirming what he had already deduced. She held the mask against her body, suddenly looking small despite being taller than Luke.
"Alright. You truly want to help me, and I... I think its about time I faced this. So... the whole story. I haven't told anyone yet, but you deserve more than just the short version." She looked around, having been so focused on their tiny part of the world, she had actually managed to briefly ignore her surroundings. As expected some people were staring.
"Is there someplace more private we can go? This is going to be hard enough without an audience."
Finally facing the truth.
That look in his eyes...
Luke's next words came as no great surprise, though she found they stung more than she would have expected. It was only the cold, raw truth; she was saying some of the dumbest things she had heard in quite some time. Even the most patient and understanding individuals were bound to get sick of it. And after that last round of compulsory word vomit? Luke had had enough. She understood. Everyone had their limits, even someone as kindhearted as him. But it still hurt. Not because she felt attacked or offended, but because she had driven him to this.
You've done it now. Maybe now you can shut your mouth after you swear it won't happen again? You owe him that at the absolute least. She opened her mouth to do just that, but Luke had more to say, and his next words shattered her preconceptions.
Skye could take a direct physical blow without flinching, or even budging. She could ignore the pain and never lose focus on her defense. But Luke's words alone were enough to cause her to jerk back as if he had actually struck her, as if she had no defenses to speak of. She even stumbled back a step, arms reflexively covering her stomach. He's upset about... how I speak of myself?
Is he right? Am I trying to make him hate me? Why would I...?
Luke kept digging, tearing apart whatever flimsy excuses she had made like the insubstantial things they were. He was like a predator going straight for the neck, too relentless and swift to be stopped. A Hunter more than just in title, and in a moment of clarity she realized where he was going with his words. It was then that she felt terror, more than any Grimm had inspired. Oh no. Please no. Don't ask me that. Anything else but please don't go there-
But he did ask.
'What happened?' It wasn't the same question the doctors or the people from Beacon asked, not the impersonal request for the facts of her situation. Lucas Schwarz had seen right through her, mask and all. He had gone right for the metaphorical throat and slain her in one decisive strike. She knew she couldn't lie. There was no running from this. He had asked the one question she subconsciously knew she had been hiding from, but had done nothing to prepare herself for. All she could do was close her eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath. When there was no hiding and no running one could only resign themselves to their fate. And face it head on.
You can tell me, he says. Unbelievable. I had no intention of telling anyone, it's not anyone else's business or problem but mine. Does he have some kind of semblance that can make people he's just met open up and tell him their deepest personal secrets? Doubtful. It's far more simple than that, isn't it? She knew now this had been a long time coming. Her inability to keep herself together was proof enough of that. Luke was a perceptive man and a Hunter. He had only needed to notice the crack in her mask, and his nature, his desire to help, had taken over from there. She had not recognized him as a Hunter for what little of his physique was apparent, but in his eyes she could see now what truly separated a Huntsman... from a girl wielding Dust and aura like a cudgel.
No more masks, Byakko. They never suited you anyway.
Skye pushed her hood back to reveal her freshly dyed hair and faunus ears. Might as well make this literal as well as figurative. She fully untied the red and white ceramic mask that had served as her surrogate face today. Beneath this was a face that could have been considered attractive in a way, a bit more angular than the female ideal with a longer, more prominent nose. But currently this face was far from pleasant in any sense of the word, and not just for her fresh tears. She was clearly gaunt, underfed, and her pure white skin looked unhealthy beyond just the unusual color. There were dark circles under her eyes as if she didnt just have difficulty sleeping but had not slept at all in days. Against these things her almost all white irises and few facial scars were less noteworthy but added to her unnerving visage. Her eyes met Luke's, and in her gaze was a weariness that went beyond mere lack of sleep, confirming what he had already deduced. She held the mask against her body, suddenly looking small despite being taller than Luke.
"Alright. You truly want to help me, and I... I think its about time I faced this. So... the whole story. I haven't told anyone yet, but you deserve more than just the short version." She looked around, having been so focused on their tiny part of the world, she had actually managed to briefly ignore her surroundings. As expected some people were staring.
"Is there someplace more private we can go? This is going to be hard enough without an audience."
@HereComesTheSnow
Skye nodded and smiled, a bit of warmth gradually returning to her mood. She remembered the girl in yellow, April. She had been loud indeed, in voice, color, and then there was that baffling moment with the salt. A little hard to forget, even as overloaded as Skye was at the time. So Luke had given his sister his weapons even before he even had a replacement ready for himself? And he had taken it upon himself to help Skye find her way back. Not to mention he had been trying very hard to reassure her and make her feel better, as inconsolable as she may be right now. Luke was a good man to say the very least.
Then she remembered her mask probably made it hard for Luke to see her smile, and not for the first time she wondered if she should just take it off. The nursing staff had made it pretty clear she did not look well enough to be outside, so she had kept it on. But then she had not expected to start a conversation with a really nice person either. If he didn't think she was being outright rude he surely thought she was odd. He wouldn't be wrong but...
Relax. Luke must be getting tired of trying to get her to calm down, and she didn't blame him. She had been pretty deep in anxiety by the time they had met, and she wasn't shaking it very well. Hearing that she had wandered far enough for this to be a long trip by Luke's standards did not help matters. But she decided to at least try to take Luke's advice and not waste his generosity. She nodded once, her inner debate on the matter of her mask momentarily forgotten.
"That... makes sense. I've been walking since early this morning. Eleven or twelve miles, but I'm sure a lot of that was me going in circles. Or... squares.
We should get moving, I guess. I'd like to help you keep your promise to not be gone long. Is there a faster way?" Thinking back, though Luke had seemed pretty exasperated with his sisters, they all had looked so happy.
"You're very lucky to have each other." She blurted out suddenly, without warning.
Shit. I really just found a way to make myself seem even weirder. Well, that's a thing now.
"You and your sisters, I mean."
Gods, I'm still talking? Pretty sure he can figure out what I meant.
"You can never be sure how long you have, you know?"
Yeah, he's a Hunter to be, I don't think that's anything new to him.
"Every moment is precious."
...Skye. Shut. Up.
"It just takes a moment and then it's gone forever-"
Shut the fuck up!!!
Finally she snapped herself free of whatever compelled her to burden Luke with her unnecessary words. She brought a hand to her masked face and shook her head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what... I just haven't been sleeping well. Maybe I'm a little worse off than I thought. R-right then. Is there a faster way to get back to the hospital? Before I say something else stupid?" She looked up at Luke, hoping she hadn't just completely creeped him out. She felt something wet on her cheeks as she did. Am I really... crying? She decided to keep her mask on for now.
Skye
Concerning Masks...
Skye nodded and smiled, a bit of warmth gradually returning to her mood. She remembered the girl in yellow, April. She had been loud indeed, in voice, color, and then there was that baffling moment with the salt. A little hard to forget, even as overloaded as Skye was at the time. So Luke had given his sister his weapons even before he even had a replacement ready for himself? And he had taken it upon himself to help Skye find her way back. Not to mention he had been trying very hard to reassure her and make her feel better, as inconsolable as she may be right now. Luke was a good man to say the very least.
Then she remembered her mask probably made it hard for Luke to see her smile, and not for the first time she wondered if she should just take it off. The nursing staff had made it pretty clear she did not look well enough to be outside, so she had kept it on. But then she had not expected to start a conversation with a really nice person either. If he didn't think she was being outright rude he surely thought she was odd. He wouldn't be wrong but...
Relax. Luke must be getting tired of trying to get her to calm down, and she didn't blame him. She had been pretty deep in anxiety by the time they had met, and she wasn't shaking it very well. Hearing that she had wandered far enough for this to be a long trip by Luke's standards did not help matters. But she decided to at least try to take Luke's advice and not waste his generosity. She nodded once, her inner debate on the matter of her mask momentarily forgotten.
"That... makes sense. I've been walking since early this morning. Eleven or twelve miles, but I'm sure a lot of that was me going in circles. Or... squares.
We should get moving, I guess. I'd like to help you keep your promise to not be gone long. Is there a faster way?" Thinking back, though Luke had seemed pretty exasperated with his sisters, they all had looked so happy.
"You're very lucky to have each other." She blurted out suddenly, without warning.
Shit. I really just found a way to make myself seem even weirder. Well, that's a thing now.
"You and your sisters, I mean."
Gods, I'm still talking? Pretty sure he can figure out what I meant.
"You can never be sure how long you have, you know?"
Yeah, he's a Hunter to be, I don't think that's anything new to him.
"Every moment is precious."
...Skye. Shut. Up.
"It just takes a moment and then it's gone forever-"
Shut the fuck up!!!
Finally she snapped herself free of whatever compelled her to burden Luke with her unnecessary words. She brought a hand to her masked face and shook her head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what... I just haven't been sleeping well. Maybe I'm a little worse off than I thought. R-right then. Is there a faster way to get back to the hospital? Before I say something else stupid?" She looked up at Luke, hoping she hadn't just completely creeped him out. She felt something wet on her cheeks as she did. Am I really... crying? She decided to keep her mask on for now.
Haha, air dropped salmon. Valentine's gonna be so upset she didn't think of buying the seniors food for their operation. I was seriously toying with the idea.
Ignore mismention, gotcha.
Anna post.... later
Ignore mismention, gotcha.
Anna post.... later
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