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    1. Lord Santa 12 yrs ago

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11 yrs ago
Current Opening a jar of honey didn't go so well. Washed most of it off, but my wrists are still sticky for some reason.
11 yrs ago
Summer is sooooo sheeeeeeeeeeeet
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11 yrs ago
Finally have decent internet. Got connected to the National Broadband Network, see. With this speed, I can finally rule the world.
11 yrs ago
You know that rabbit I mentioned? Turns out there's 3 of them.
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11 yrs ago
So, there's this rabbit outside my house, and I'm not sure what to do with it. It sits there sometimes, eating grass and staring into space. It isn't mine, though, so it runs off when we approach.
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Sure, this sounds pretty interesting. A few things though. What about the setting, or the story?
Hm... No cat, a useless phone, cat pyjamas. Taro's going to have a wonderful time.
I'm interested in this. Sounds fun
I doubt it. But hey, if I leave it outside, it'll probably starve to death or something. Or alert others to its presence and get me kicked out of the dorm or something? Actually, it's kind of a stray cat so it'll manage, I guess, but it can still get caught.
Say, Taro can't have the cat inside Deep ground, can he?
Isaac went over to explore the ship. He didn't exactly need to, but standing next to a man who flexes his muscles in his spare time was the less preferable option in this case. Upon entering the ship, Isaac found that it was a mess. There wasn't that much to see, but there was a ladder which led who knew where, which piqued his curiosity. Isaac went back out of the ship and climbed the roof, trying to see where the tracks led. The mysterious footprints led off east into the distance, and he couldn't see the end of them. But being in a desert like this, they would be swept away eventually. Isaac got down from the roof. The group was called on to 'investigate' the crash, meaning that they had 2 jobs right now. Finding out what was in the strange craft and finding out what came out of it. It would be a good idea to split up, using their numbers to their advantage. One team would investigate the crash site and the other would investigate the footprints. There were a lot of unknown factors, however, and splitting up might be a bad idea. The living cactus, for example, was one such unknown variable. How was it alive? How did it live? Might they find more? In that respect, the team going after the tracks might be in more danger, considering that there are more cactuses in the desert, meaning it was possible that there would be more living cactuses. But the fact was, there were no living cactuses until the crash, meaning that the crash might hold some answers. So it actually might be better for all of them to investigate the crash site... "We should look around in this wrecked... thing." Isaac said aloud, not caring who heard it. Everyone knew that, but they weren't doing anything yet. If no one headed down, then he'd go first.
Steven chewed his breakfast slowly. He wasn’t exactly hungry, but to replenish his stamina and to prepare for the day of manual labour ahead, he needed to eat. Around him, the trainees chattered. Some talked about the last night’s battle, others chatted about their new captain. And yet others moaned about the hard day ahead. Many disliked manual labour, but Steven didn’t exactly mind it. What he did mind was the soreness and the muscle pain that results from manual labour. So, while he wasn’t exactly hungry, he had to eat. For the day gone by and the day ahead. As Steven ate, Steven thought. Mostly, he thought about their new captain. Aela was her name, but Steven found it strange to refer to someone who was both older than him and his superior by their first name, so he just called her captain. She was a motherly woman, but she definitely had power. No one could ignore the full armour she wore or the huge sword on her back. She had strength, there was no doubt. The overlord had described her as one who was experienced, and that was believable, judging by her age. Both Levran and the captain had assured the trainees that they were in good hands. But there were some trainees who were doubtful of that, with reason. The captain wasn’t the kind of person to show off her strength. Steven could see that from her demeanour. But those that complained likely didn’t see that there was more to being strong than strength. Steven finished his breakfast sooner than most of the trainees and decided to spend the remaining time thinking. Steven walked over to a hill and sat down on it, contemplating. To Steven, the Captain certainly felt capable, but why? Maybe it was her demeanour. To have the luxury of worrying about others in an occupation so filled with danger such as the Luminous knights took a fair bit of strength. Enough to not have to worry about yourself, at least. Steven had some theories about the source of the captain’s observed strength. It was clear that she was strong, but it didn’t seem like that was it. First of all, it would be unlikely that she made captain based on strength alone. Though it was possible, it was mentioned that she had also turned down promotions. Promotions come with a larger mana pool, allegedly, and the fact that she turned them down might lead some to believe she didn’t need the mana, which could lend credibility to the strength theory, but Steven believed that it was not the case. He felt as if she had something more, something else. Steven’s eyes roamed as he contemplated. He saw a fellow trainee, Freiya, practising something. Steven stared idly. She seemed to be practicing some form of martial arts. While her blows were clumsy, they were fast. At first, it only appeared to be martial arts, but there were flickers of white that suggested that she was using the power of Luminosity. More than meets the eye, certainly. Steven felt like the captain was like that. More than meets the eye. It was certain that she was stronger than she would first appear, but Steven felt like she had something hidden up her sleeve. Judging solely on his assumptions, he believed that she might have a good control over Luminosity. But there was always a chance that she just had amazing vitality for a woman of her age. Regardless, the trainees were definitely in capable hands. Which was good. Steven didn’t want the last night’s events to happen again. Steven lay back against the grassy hill, taking in the sunlight and the breeze. Things were peaceful now, they were calm. It was almost as if the chaos and death of the battle had happened in another world, far away from where he was right now. And in a way, it was a different world. One of chaos, fighting and death. It was almost unreal. How could the Steven from now be so different from the Steven before? Steven stared into the blue sky and shut his eyes. He shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. What were others thinking? Steven smiled. They were probably complaining about having to do manual labour. Another world away from the fighting. Steven opened his eyes and sat up. No, he shouldn’t think about last night so much. It didn’t have that much to do with right now. Steven got up and dusted himself off. He would think about last night’s fight later. Hours of backbreaking work loomed just ahead.
Isaac pocketed the bottle of water left to him. He'd probably just put it in the fridge later. What concerned him more was the mysterious metal construct that had crashed outside of their town. Undoubtedly, this was the wreck of a UFO, because they didn't know what it was, it was an object, and it flew (or at least, it used to). This would likely gain the attention of the government, and a hush-up would probably be in order. In fact, the fact that it crashed near their town would likely bring a world of annoyance to the quiet town, which Isaac didn't want. Isaac was of 2 minds in this, reporting it to the authorities and getting the government to take action, or not letting them know and hiding the truth. Letting the government know might result in a clean-up and cover-up of the situation and Isaac would never have to bother with it again. Or, it could result in a quarantine of the town and questioning. That was likely, considering there were footprints leading east. That was where the second option came into play, keeping it secret. If the government knew nothing, they would do nothing. But that had a low chance of sucess, and the government had probably already sent something their way to deal with it. Both options looked as if to turn the lives of the town upside-down. Isaac's face went dark for a moment. [Laid-backness -1. Blood lust +1] If this incident would break the peace of the town, then he just had to do something about it. Isaac looked around first. For now, he couldn't do anything. He had to investigate the crash for more information, or chase the footprints east. If he had more information, the path ahead would be clear. First, however, he had to see what the others were doing.
I don't really mind
Were these guys serious? Isaac thought. Did Hans seriously try to suplex a cactus? Of course it would hurt. And Stewart through a rock, as if it would do anything. It was up to Isaac to finish the job. Isaac paced to the prone and bleeding cactus, squatting down raising his knife for the kill. [rolled 6] SMAAAAAASH!! Isaac brought his knife down, stabbing the cactus in its 'neck'. A swift movement and its 'head' was rolled onto the dusty floor. Isaac stood and stared at the twitching, bleeding cactus in front of him, cactus juices pouring out. A moving cactus... Isaac thought. This was surely a sign of strange times.
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