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When they're not tryin' to escape.
They really shouldn't worry.
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STATUS: all i've been trying to say is that Ethical Corruption has never been tried before you don't need to yell at me 19 days ago
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all i've been trying to say is that Ethical Corruption has never been tried before you don't need to yell at me
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They really shouldn't worry.
only because he had to force them to
those dolls gotta find a good home
those dolls gotta find a good home
what about Joey and his smooth moves?
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You haven't joined the Dark Kingdom yet so it's all daijoubu.
what if the dark kingdom had to fight magical boys.........
Please go to bed
i keep letting myself forget about this and that's a disservice to magical girls
So you marathoned Kaze no Stigma or something?
@Crimmy
Luke Schwarz, The Breakfast Club
H-Huh?
What did she mean by that? Nobody said anything about excess, had we? She kept her same cool vibe, but her word choice said otherwise. That tone was still the usual frigidity we all knew and loved, but...
No, there was something else there. Something that came all the way out of left field. What a dangerous thing to deal with when it was expressing itself through an acid tongue...
I tried to rectify my mistake at once. After all, misunderstandings were probably the least optimal outcome of this conversation.
"Calm down, it was just an example. Liking things isn't extreme."
It really wasn't supposed to be a dig at her, and there was no way in hell I was dumb and blind enough to be calling her fat.
I would need a lot more than a polearm to keep myself alive if that were the case. I lived with three inhumanly powerful women. Or, one woman and two girls.
Insensitivity about weight was something I had just about literally beaten out of me by the age of 15.
"A polearm... I have had a little staff training, so I probably wouldn't make a complete fool of myself."
Anything was better than Nunchaku. Maybe as a more developed and refined adult, things would be different, but I remembered whacking myself on the head far too many times to ever really consider relying upon them.
If it's on a chain or cord, no thanks. I'm too clumsy.
Ah, youth...
"It would be fairly versatile, that's for sure. You have any experience with them, or have you always been zoned into the sword and gun?"
I may as well have asked. If she suggested one because she knew something about them beyond the simple knowledge of "well yeah it's long and deadlier than a punch" that just about any game could give you.
Luke Schwarz, The Breakfast Club
H-Huh?
What did she mean by that? Nobody said anything about excess, had we? She kept her same cool vibe, but her word choice said otherwise. That tone was still the usual frigidity we all knew and loved, but...
No, there was something else there. Something that came all the way out of left field. What a dangerous thing to deal with when it was expressing itself through an acid tongue...
I tried to rectify my mistake at once. After all, misunderstandings were probably the least optimal outcome of this conversation.
"Calm down, it was just an example. Liking things isn't extreme."
It really wasn't supposed to be a dig at her, and there was no way in hell I was dumb and blind enough to be calling her fat.
I would need a lot more than a polearm to keep myself alive if that were the case. I lived with three inhumanly powerful women. Or, one woman and two girls.
Insensitivity about weight was something I had just about literally beaten out of me by the age of 15.
"A polearm... I have had a little staff training, so I probably wouldn't make a complete fool of myself."
Anything was better than Nunchaku. Maybe as a more developed and refined adult, things would be different, but I remembered whacking myself on the head far too many times to ever really consider relying upon them.
If it's on a chain or cord, no thanks. I'm too clumsy.
Ah, youth...
"It would be fairly versatile, that's for sure. You have any experience with them, or have you always been zoned into the sword and gun?"
I may as well have asked. If she suggested one because she knew something about them beyond the simple knowledge of "well yeah it's long and deadlier than a punch" that just about any game could give you.
stay strong smither
@Crimmy
Luke Schwarz, Monday, Early O'Clock
"Mm." I responded charismatically. "I should check it out."
It seemed that I had allowed that energy I sensed to peter off by changing the subject, as unfortunate as that was. Glancing up from my food, I found Gratia's onyx eyes boring into my skull with their usual quiet intensity.
Not that her gaze was "usual" by any normal sense of the word, but you know what I mean. Just the sort of look she always affixed you that just had a vibe of "get to the point and get the point done", or somesuch along those lines. She wasn't much for suffering through pointless chatter and roundabout idiocy, despite my best efforts at "exposure therapy".
Read: Chattering pointlessly and being a roundabout idiot.
"Going off of both a little mental review and what my gut tells me, the problem's range." I elaborated. Hopefully this would appease her a little.
I can't believe I felt I had to appease someone I decided to approach for help, but here I was making the judgement call anyway.
"It's already enough of a liability to need to get into fistfighting distance, even before you take into account that I'm a smaller guy with a shorter reach than most. Combat being a game of inches and all makes that all the worse, I would wager."
Having always been a short young man, I wasn't particularly insecure or miffed about the fact that even the girl I was talking to stood taller than I, but facts were facts. I'm no good in a fight if I can't ply my trade from further out than a couple of feet and something's stopping me from getting that close.
"After all, I'm not nearly as quick or as skilled as my sister. I move practically in slow motion compared to that girl. In-and-out movement comes to her about as naturally as you eating candy or me struggling in Language."
The drillfists really should have gone to her. They probably would have had I not decided to selfishly rekindle my desire to Hunt at almost the literal last second.
I hope she isn't too mad about it.
"So what I need is something that could make up the difference, and potentially hit harder than just the strength of my own punches. I'm currently my own limiting factor."
I didn't entirely lack pop, but a hard target might need something more.
Hrm.
Something that could smash or punch straight through...
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@Suku
May the Schwarzes be with you!
"Sounds like a plan, then! Let's get a move on, gang!"
"Remember, we're 14."
"I'm 15. What's that got to do with anything?"
"Just important information to keep in mind, don't worry about it, sis!"
So she didn't. If there were a better example of the maxim of "be water", then you would be hard-pressed to find it.
Luke Schwarz, Monday, Early O'Clock
"Mm." I responded charismatically. "I should check it out."
It seemed that I had allowed that energy I sensed to peter off by changing the subject, as unfortunate as that was. Glancing up from my food, I found Gratia's onyx eyes boring into my skull with their usual quiet intensity.
Not that her gaze was "usual" by any normal sense of the word, but you know what I mean. Just the sort of look she always affixed you that just had a vibe of "get to the point and get the point done", or somesuch along those lines. She wasn't much for suffering through pointless chatter and roundabout idiocy, despite my best efforts at "exposure therapy".
Read: Chattering pointlessly and being a roundabout idiot.
"Going off of both a little mental review and what my gut tells me, the problem's range." I elaborated. Hopefully this would appease her a little.
I can't believe I felt I had to appease someone I decided to approach for help, but here I was making the judgement call anyway.
"It's already enough of a liability to need to get into fistfighting distance, even before you take into account that I'm a smaller guy with a shorter reach than most. Combat being a game of inches and all makes that all the worse, I would wager."
Having always been a short young man, I wasn't particularly insecure or miffed about the fact that even the girl I was talking to stood taller than I, but facts were facts. I'm no good in a fight if I can't ply my trade from further out than a couple of feet and something's stopping me from getting that close.
"After all, I'm not nearly as quick or as skilled as my sister. I move practically in slow motion compared to that girl. In-and-out movement comes to her about as naturally as you eating candy or me struggling in Language."
The drillfists really should have gone to her. They probably would have had I not decided to selfishly rekindle my desire to Hunt at almost the literal last second.
I hope she isn't too mad about it.
"So what I need is something that could make up the difference, and potentially hit harder than just the strength of my own punches. I'm currently my own limiting factor."
I didn't entirely lack pop, but a hard target might need something more.
Hrm.
Something that could smash or punch straight through...
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@Suku
May the Schwarzes be with you!
"Sounds like a plan, then! Let's get a move on, gang!"
"Remember, we're 14."
"I'm 15. What's that got to do with anything?"
"Just important information to keep in mind, don't worry about it, sis!"
So she didn't. If there were a better example of the maxim of "be water", then you would be hard-pressed to find it.
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