I was going to go down the golem-esque themes and invent a calligraphy that has an effect on reality if you get it *just* perfectly right. Seeing as, you know, Toun puts red ink on things to make them work, I figured his future creations could have a series of glyphs written on them like the Prague golem to dictate their continued existence. I kinda wanted to get into (symbols), (writing), or something along those lines in that sense but I think I may be overtaken :C
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Gallus leaned forward and rested his palm on his chin, thinking. "Well, he's changed a lot lately," he mumbled, "Although, back in the minotaur cave, he was still paralysed until I ordered him..." Gallus' volume of voice lowered until it appeared as if he had trailed off. Right before it might have been appropriate to ask again, Gallus raised his head and took another breath in. His tongue clicked from the roof of his mouth as he opened his lips. "I would hazard that he would, in the worst case. Effectively? I can't say. Although, if it is made clear to him that he is not to join the fighting, even if his friends are in trouble, he may reconsider. Right now he probably thinks that he has to protect his friends, seeing as he is now more capable of it."
Gallus waved a hand and refocussed on the pair, "Of course, it's all speculation. Have you talked to him about this? Does he know that you're concerned? If you have, it would help for me to know what his response was."
Tzirret kept his head held high as he peered around the garden of the main chamber. It was something of a wild guess to try to find La'khay here, but he figured that he would check the most common places before trying to find one of her packmates and asking her whereabouts. His ears perked up when he spotted her and he immediately began walking towards her.
The figure that La'khay was talking to was not someone that Tzirret recognised. It only dawned on him that he might be interrupting something when he had walked halfway to La'khay. With that apprehension, his ears slanted and he slowed down. However, he did not feel the need to stop or run away. The extra time to walk gave him more anxieties about what exactly he would talk about with La'khay. Would it be strange if he simply spewed out all of his troubles in an incoherent babble?
By the time he crept up to the two Khajiit women, Tzirret had one hand wringing the fingers of the other and was cringing with all the conflicted emotion he had before setting out for his walk. "Um, good day, La'khay," Tzirret said, looking to her and glancing to the other woman, "Is...this one interrupting?"
Gallus waved a hand and refocussed on the pair, "Of course, it's all speculation. Have you talked to him about this? Does he know that you're concerned? If you have, it would help for me to know what his response was."
Tzirret kept his head held high as he peered around the garden of the main chamber. It was something of a wild guess to try to find La'khay here, but he figured that he would check the most common places before trying to find one of her packmates and asking her whereabouts. His ears perked up when he spotted her and he immediately began walking towards her.
The figure that La'khay was talking to was not someone that Tzirret recognised. It only dawned on him that he might be interrupting something when he had walked halfway to La'khay. With that apprehension, his ears slanted and he slowed down. However, he did not feel the need to stop or run away. The extra time to walk gave him more anxieties about what exactly he would talk about with La'khay. Would it be strange if he simply spewed out all of his troubles in an incoherent babble?
By the time he crept up to the two Khajiit women, Tzirret had one hand wringing the fingers of the other and was cringing with all the conflicted emotion he had before setting out for his walk. "Um, good day, La'khay," Tzirret said, looking to her and glancing to the other woman, "Is...this one interrupting?"
The high lipfrasilians made me think of these guys:
Can we split them into two different kind of Jim Henson puppets until the Dark Crystal is complete again?
Can we split them into two different kind of Jim Henson puppets until the Dark Crystal is complete again?
Gallus' smile faded as he listened, but he did not seem angry or sad, just curious. "He wants to join the fight, does he?" Gallus said with a measure of surprise. He looked ahead, widened his eyes, and blew a slightly bewildered sound out of his lips, "Didn't expect that. I guess I've just been so busy." Gallus shook his head and turned back to Peiter and Sabine, "He could just be confused. I sent him to join the march as a message runner for one of the front-line officers. The clan leader said she had spots open for swift runners with a small profile. I certainly wouldn't throw him into the fighting. No, not with his nerves." Gallus furrowed his brow, "And this friend of his, is it one of his new friends? About his age? I wouldn't expect them to be in the assault either. They're both too young and we need only our best for this."
Again, Sabine blinked a couple of times. She had found it hard to believe that Tzirret had been assigned to the assault force beforehand but had they been lied to? Was he just confused about his orders like Gallus suggested?
"With the way Tzirret spoke about his orders, he made it sound like he was to join the fighting," Sabine explained, "Could he have reassigned himself?"
Gallus poked out his lower lip and shook his head, "Not without going through me, unless it was an order from Ri'vashi or Meesei, but I would have no idea why they would place him in the fight."
Meanwhile, the afternoon for Tzirret had been somewhat stressful. Training that morning had been frustrating, Ma'tanza and the rest of his friends were busy, and he had little to distract his thoughts. He had tried just walking around the clanhome for a while, but he was too conflicted to escape anything in his mind by simply walking. With virtually no one else to seek advice from, he actually sought out La'khay for the first time in a while. It was not to lay with her or even any particular reason he could put to words at all. He just felt like he needed company.
Of course, finding her was another matter entirely. He had a few suspicions about where to find her but he hadn't exactly spoken to her about her schedule beforehand.
Again, Sabine blinked a couple of times. She had found it hard to believe that Tzirret had been assigned to the assault force beforehand but had they been lied to? Was he just confused about his orders like Gallus suggested?
"With the way Tzirret spoke about his orders, he made it sound like he was to join the fighting," Sabine explained, "Could he have reassigned himself?"
Gallus poked out his lower lip and shook his head, "Not without going through me, unless it was an order from Ri'vashi or Meesei, but I would have no idea why they would place him in the fight."
Meanwhile, the afternoon for Tzirret had been somewhat stressful. Training that morning had been frustrating, Ma'tanza and the rest of his friends were busy, and he had little to distract his thoughts. He had tried just walking around the clanhome for a while, but he was too conflicted to escape anything in his mind by simply walking. With virtually no one else to seek advice from, he actually sought out La'khay for the first time in a while. It was not to lay with her or even any particular reason he could put to words at all. He just felt like he needed company.
Of course, finding her was another matter entirely. He had a few suspicions about where to find her but he hadn't exactly spoken to her about her schedule beforehand.
Sabine blinked a couple of times and looked ahead as they walked. "I think it might be more than just that," she murmured. "But I will wait until Gallus responds."
The knock on Gallus' door caused the man to scrunch his eyes and breathe in deeply through his nose. He knew that he couldn't stay dozing forever. Even then, by the sounds of it, whatever Peiter wanted to talk about sounded serious.
With his eyes still closed, Gallus sat up, twisted to sit over the side of his bed, and began to rub his eyes with the back of his hand. He wouldn't open up the conversation to Peiter by lying about his state of awareness, so he avoided answering his question. "Come in, Peiter," he requested with all the grumbling friendliness he could muster.
When the door slowly opened, Gallus beheld the pair at the door with a tilted head and a frown, beckoning them inside. He had dark rings under his eyes and bedraggled hair. "Good morning - ah, good morning to you too, Sabine." After running his hands down his face one more time and taking another breath, Gallus finally managed a smile. "What can I do for you two?"
The knock on Gallus' door caused the man to scrunch his eyes and breathe in deeply through his nose. He knew that he couldn't stay dozing forever. Even then, by the sounds of it, whatever Peiter wanted to talk about sounded serious.
With his eyes still closed, Gallus sat up, twisted to sit over the side of his bed, and began to rub his eyes with the back of his hand. He wouldn't open up the conversation to Peiter by lying about his state of awareness, so he avoided answering his question. "Come in, Peiter," he requested with all the grumbling friendliness he could muster.
When the door slowly opened, Gallus beheld the pair at the door with a tilted head and a frown, beckoning them inside. He had dark rings under his eyes and bedraggled hair. "Good morning - ah, good morning to you too, Sabine." After running his hands down his face one more time and taking another breath, Gallus finally managed a smile. "What can I do for you two?"
Peiter found Sabine seated on their bedroll, cross-legged and appearing so still that she could have been mistaken for a statue. She had her hands raised to either side of an empty glass vial that was slowly rotating and stopping periodically. There was a perceivable magical charge in the air.
Sabine didn't react to Peiter immediately. The vial stopped once more as he spoke and she held her mouth open as if to breath only as carefully as she could. When Peiter mentioned Tzirret, Sabine's mouth slowly closed and the grabbed the vial out of the air. The charge in the air faded along with her visible tension. "Mhm," Sabine turned her head to Peiter, "Let us go now."
Within the next minute, Peiter and Sabine were headed to Gallus' room, hand in hand. The seriousness of the situation meant that even that much affection didn't bring a smile to their faces. "Have you thought any further about what you want to say?"
Meanwhile, in Gallus' room, the occupant of the bed was still sleeping after the length and strain of the previous day. The sounds outside of his room encouraged him to consciousness, but the tension in his neck and shoulders kept him relatively still. He had only risen once to briefly relieve himself but he wanted to take all the time he could between now and hearing the scouting party's report.
Sabine didn't react to Peiter immediately. The vial stopped once more as he spoke and she held her mouth open as if to breath only as carefully as she could. When Peiter mentioned Tzirret, Sabine's mouth slowly closed and the grabbed the vial out of the air. The charge in the air faded along with her visible tension. "Mhm," Sabine turned her head to Peiter, "Let us go now."
Within the next minute, Peiter and Sabine were headed to Gallus' room, hand in hand. The seriousness of the situation meant that even that much affection didn't bring a smile to their faces. "Have you thought any further about what you want to say?"
Meanwhile, in Gallus' room, the occupant of the bed was still sleeping after the length and strain of the previous day. The sounds outside of his room encouraged him to consciousness, but the tension in his neck and shoulders kept him relatively still. He had only risen once to briefly relieve himself but he wanted to take all the time he could between now and hearing the scouting party's report.
Wait...Do'rhajul was Lorag's legion superior, wasn't he?
Also, did you want to do a scene with Sabine and Peiter trying to catch up with Ma'tanza, or did you want to leave that until after they spoke with Gallus?
Also, did you want to do a scene with Sabine and Peiter trying to catch up with Ma'tanza, or did you want to leave that until after they spoke with Gallus?
"Yes. If both Ahnasha and you finds it familiar, likely someone else from your pack knows more." Gallus didn't want to sound like he relished sleeping in, so said nothing about Meesei's forgiveness in advance. All the same, he was grateful for the mercy. He felt as though he needed to sleep for three days straight and he wasn't even back at the clanhome yet. Gallus held his fingers under his armpits against the cold as they walked on.
A few tens of paces passed before Gallus spoke up again. "One more thing, Meesei. I don't think I'm cut out for interrogations."
With a friendly smile, Fendros gestured and nodded to Jo'rashaad. "Not a problem. Yes, I think gathering would be a great idea. I'll let Ahna know when she gets back and catch up with you tomorrow."
With that, Fendros allowed Jo'rashaad to leave. Rhazii chimed in as he got up, "Goodbye!"
Fendros leaned around Rhazii to see his face. "Sounds like you're in for a fun time while mama and dada are away, aren't you?"
Rhazii looked to Fendros, grinned widely, and nodded with an exaggerated motion. Fendros noted the stark contrast to the day before.
A few tens of paces passed before Gallus spoke up again. "One more thing, Meesei. I don't think I'm cut out for interrogations."
With a friendly smile, Fendros gestured and nodded to Jo'rashaad. "Not a problem. Yes, I think gathering would be a great idea. I'll let Ahna know when she gets back and catch up with you tomorrow."
With that, Fendros allowed Jo'rashaad to leave. Rhazii chimed in as he got up, "Goodbye!"
Fendros leaned around Rhazii to see his face. "Sounds like you're in for a fun time while mama and dada are away, aren't you?"
Rhazii looked to Fendros, grinned widely, and nodded with an exaggerated motion. Fendros noted the stark contrast to the day before.
Wait, I'm confused now. What are we even talking about?
Well...
[...]
They got high, basically.
[...]
Consult the latest IC post.
No. I'm done. I'm fucking done.
I am going to spend the rest of my days crying over my keyboard as I try to claw at my self-esteem by making ironic memes. There is nothing left for me in writing. Not when I have seen the point that I know I can never reach.
Good luck, you magnificent bastards. I'll see you on the other side.
If you see a picture of Slenderman superimposed with the face of Shrek drawn in the Pepe the frog style...think of me.
I am going to spend the rest of my days crying over my keyboard as I try to claw at my self-esteem by making ironic memes. There is nothing left for me in writing. Not when I have seen the point that I know I can never reach.
Good luck, you magnificent bastards. I'll see you on the other side.
If you see a picture of Slenderman superimposed with the face of Shrek drawn in the Pepe the frog style...think of me.
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