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Do you listen to music while writing?

When I was younger, I had to listen to music, with specific songs for each game and character. It all sync’d up accordingly. Nowadays, finding time to make a post has become the entire goal. (Reading keeps taking presidency in my hobby hierarchy!) By the time I find time, I forget about setting up my cozy writing environment.

Every once in a while, I can escape to a coffee shop and get lost for a bit while writing a post. The coffee shop plays music, but I wouldn’t say I really entertain the music in my mind as I write.

Most recently, I have been enjoying the sound of silence. I think it started some years ago when my uncle took me out to lunch, and he didn’t play anything in his car. There was something serene and suspenseful about the event. So, in a way, maybe the lack of background noise is a bit more deliberate. ☺️

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[sub]T I M E : One Week After Human Arrival
L O C A T I O N : A Random Warehouse, Port10
I N T E R A C T I O N S : @JJ Doe
[color=silver]T A G S :[/silver] @JJ Doe , @Conscripts[/sub]
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Rowan was ready this time. A repeat of last time was out of the question. He had his reasons. Pride. Honor. But also, the faint breath of his sister trembling against his skin. He could feel her cry of pain in the gentlest wind.

A less refined creature would have murmured something under his breath. Rowan would admit later, how he felt about Vasco was embarrassing and lacked self-control. However, under the heat of the battle, his mind was sharp and resilient. His experience was shining in his cold eyes. His beef with Vasco stayed in its place. Here and now, he was a an honorable warrior.

Both Aurora and Vasco were light compared to the Elven warriors he had helped before them. His body tilted, muscles flexing on his left side, swinging momentum from his right thigh and extending his right calf. His foot scraped over Whisker’s face, and Rowan caught himself, right foot touching the ground with vibrancy.

A cheeky wit was about to munch its way from the demihuman’s mouth, when Rowan’s opposite foot landed its dorsum across the enemy’s cheek. His head twisted with the crash. Saliva and blood sputtered where words should have been.

Rowan panted, taking the small moment to recover. His feet were ready, on toes. His legs, bent at the knees and ready. Eyes, piercing like a snake, calculated the stumble of Whiskers before the next move. His humanoid body fumbled. Muscles twisted to control his form. Feet mumbling against the ground before letting his body collapse. His body rolled, waist arching to push himself upwards, but another foot was already meeting his torso, this time.

Steel blue eyes darted around, anticipating the next needed move. His chest breathed in and out, extracting muscle and sweat. His Adrenalin was in-control.

The war hammer rested between the Light Elf and his next opponent. Without an owner it was useless, and his opponent was still recovering from some sort of clumsy stance.

Rowan decided he would not be using the hammer. He knew better than to put either Aurora or Vasco down. His feet moved quickly, again, with a bated breath. If he could out maneuver Ironboot then he would be guaranteed a victory. This all seemed possible as his feet broke into a sprint.

He was more agile than the Dwarf. His strength could theoretically be an issue, but he was going to risk his odds. His body danced around, swinging his kicks against a Dwarf that used his wrist cuffs as shields, until finally the Dwarf stumbled, again, on debris. The bottom of Rowan’s foot slammed into the dwarf’s large nose.

Rowan offered no prideful words as the Dwarf faltered. No rebuttal of victory or mocking shame. Instead, a clean cut with his heel to the ear, side of head. Just underneath the Ironboot’s headgear.

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I’ve been kind of listening to children’s music, atm. I want to say it’s because of the book I purchased called Why You Should Read Children's Books, Even Though You Are So Old and Wise by Katherine Rundell. You know, like maybe I should listen to children’s music, as well even though I am “so old and wise.” However, it’s actually because I felt like my youngest children might turn into robots if I kept having them listen to contemporary classical music and Byzantine chant.

I didn’t deviate from the theological path, though because I am a nerd. Also, I am a super-expert at counting to 100 by 10’s. Before all this started, I was only a could-have-been-super-expert.

i actually hate these kinds of people who i ask are interested in my roleplays

I’m sorry! I have been trying to re-arrange the upstairs, planning homeschool schedules for the upcoming school year, while also managing summer camp things and an end of the summer out-of-country trip. Keeping on top of the normal day-to-day life routines and responsibilities has taken presidency over reading your game. I don’t seem to have time to read it atm. I am sure you put a lot of effort into it.

Personally, being DM’d made me feel special, tho. Thank you and best of luck!

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Banned for liking MCR. ):<

Post a random fact about yourself.

@wheels, good job!

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Bro, that’s how I feel about life.

Writing/RP contest #2 - the noise (voting/feedback)

Not to sound like a broken record, but I feel like it needs to be said just in case. I’m a simple stay-at-home mom who for some reason has an Int’l Business degree that sort of just sits there doing nothing aside from wondering why national news can’t tell the difference between a merger and an acquisition.

In other words: English is not my forte.

I vote for The Noise. I feel there was more personality and character dynamics. I also enjoyed reading about the lore. It was given in rather large chunks, but my imagination enjoyed the layout.

While I did enjoy the silence of Quiet and one of my childhood favorite books being about a generational cat — Captain Whiz-Bang, I feel like there should have been written moments that displayed Momo making cherishable (precious) memories with her owners.