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STATUS: Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now. 7 yrs ago
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Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now.
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Oh no. The World Ending library has started to smell of lemon again. Nobody likes dying to the smell of citrus
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"Always tenderize the meat first."
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Oh I know the one. "The Motherly Sect". It was part of one of the books I read just a few weeks ago ^^.
no?
1 week left.
1 week left.
@Bourgeoisie
Ah. No your current magic is fine. You are clearly approaching the utiliatrian side of it and makes it make sense. I was more commenting on the fact that you didn't PM them, as I wrote clearly in the RULES.
Ah. No your current magic is fine. You are clearly approaching the utiliatrian side of it and makes it make sense. I was more commenting on the fact that you didn't PM them, as I wrote clearly in the RULES.
No? I gave you two weeks. Its been one week @Renji
I mentioned everyone @Archangel89 xD. I know who sent me or not
//Shadowbroker file. //
//Yesting and Drono. Early in their partnership.//
//Recording//
On a small planet just inside citidel space, a beaten up old cargofreighter of a ship rested. The hangar which it occupied was bustling with activity. Men and women went back and forth, tending to any of the ships that was currently occupying it. On two crates, a Salarian and a Drell sat eating something that looked both unhealthy and delicious. The blue faced drell was trying his best to look like he had not a care in the world. But his eyes kept drifting towards an Asari mechanic.
"You are not gonna try your charms with that Asari are you?" Yestin asked his young drell friend as the two sat devouring the sloppily cooked meat. The two of them looked towards the where their ship was currently undergoing maintenance and the Asari medic tending to it. Leaning in to take a bite, Drono spoke trough mouthful.
"Yestin. I am married to my job. Why? Are you jealous~~ I saw you eye her." Drono responded his friend with a half eaten piece of fried brougfruit. The tomato like fruit was local to the planet and sinfully good eating. The two often stopped by this planet simply to eat it. Drono in particular all but pigged out on it when given the chance.
"you are then, technically married to a criminal." Yestin chuckled as he finished of his last Brougfruit and flicked his friend on the forehead. "And no. I was more concerned you were gonna make a fool out of yourself." He smirked as this clearly got his friend worked up.
"Smartass. And just for that, I AM going for it." Drono said as he hopped of the crate and began to heading towards the ship and the mechanic. "I was always the charmer of us two." He added as Yestin jumped of his crate and followed him.
"Yeah. So. Are we really doing this? This isn't gonna be like our last run to Omega is it?" Yestin asked unconcerned by the apparent Casanova in front of him.The tone in his voice was so full of smugness and fake concern it would have have made a politician blush.
"Fuck Yeah. You don't stand a chance. Asari LOVES me." Drono shot as they approached the hangar. A wide grin plastered on his face as he looked back at his friend.
"Strippers don't count" Yestin deadpanned.
"Hey! fuck you."
//Yesting and Drono. Early in their partnership.//
//Recording//
On a small planet just inside citidel space, a beaten up old cargofreighter of a ship rested. The hangar which it occupied was bustling with activity. Men and women went back and forth, tending to any of the ships that was currently occupying it. On two crates, a Salarian and a Drell sat eating something that looked both unhealthy and delicious. The blue faced drell was trying his best to look like he had not a care in the world. But his eyes kept drifting towards an Asari mechanic.
"You are not gonna try your charms with that Asari are you?" Yestin asked his young drell friend as the two sat devouring the sloppily cooked meat. The two of them looked towards the where their ship was currently undergoing maintenance and the Asari medic tending to it. Leaning in to take a bite, Drono spoke trough mouthful.
"Yestin. I am married to my job. Why? Are you jealous~~ I saw you eye her." Drono responded his friend with a half eaten piece of fried brougfruit. The tomato like fruit was local to the planet and sinfully good eating. The two often stopped by this planet simply to eat it. Drono in particular all but pigged out on it when given the chance.
"you are then, technically married to a criminal." Yestin chuckled as he finished of his last Brougfruit and flicked his friend on the forehead. "And no. I was more concerned you were gonna make a fool out of yourself." He smirked as this clearly got his friend worked up.
"Smartass. And just for that, I AM going for it." Drono said as he hopped of the crate and began to heading towards the ship and the mechanic. "I was always the charmer of us two." He added as Yestin jumped of his crate and followed him.
"Yeah. So. Are we really doing this? This isn't gonna be like our last run to Omega is it?" Yestin asked unconcerned by the apparent Casanova in front of him.The tone in his voice was so full of smugness and fake concern it would have have made a politician blush.
"Fuck Yeah. You don't stand a chance. Asari LOVES me." Drono shot as they approached the hangar. A wide grin plastered on his face as he looked back at his friend.
"Strippers don't count" Yestin deadpanned.
"Hey! fuck you."
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