On the contrary, I don't have any exams this semester. Instead, every course I'm taking has a group project running through it. I'm closer to a peak than a trough in my workload right now.
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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.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Where's that Harry Potter gif? I think that explains my current state of mind pretty well.
Where's that Harry Potter gif? I think that explains my current state of mind pretty well.
Janius wrenched out his axe from the chaurus with a sickening sound. The chitin had given way to a sticky ichor that stretched in wet strings from the wound to the blade. He did not have time to so much as grimace before the order came to get to cover. Janius held his shield overhead against the coming arrows as the pack moved to the fountain as fast as they could.
As they closed in, the Falmer ahead were already in position to keep them out. Sabine lead the effort to repel them by launching a pair of ice spikes at once while Meesei suppressed those above.
Janius took advantage by charging ahead and trying to bash one of the squat creatures onto the floor. "Saras!" Janius shouted behind himself. "Is there anything these things are afraid of?!"
"Very well," Gallus casually said. "If it feels right, I'd say that you're doing fine."
At this point, Gallus stepped back and gestured to the tree. "Have another throw. Don't let all this talking keep you still."
This time, Gallus kept an eye on Peiter's technique, but it didn't keep him silent. "What about Tzirret? Has he spoken to you much? I've noticed him being quiet around you."
As they closed in, the Falmer ahead were already in position to keep them out. Sabine lead the effort to repel them by launching a pair of ice spikes at once while Meesei suppressed those above.
Janius took advantage by charging ahead and trying to bash one of the squat creatures onto the floor. "Saras!" Janius shouted behind himself. "Is there anything these things are afraid of?!"
"Very well," Gallus casually said. "If it feels right, I'd say that you're doing fine."
At this point, Gallus stepped back and gestured to the tree. "Have another throw. Don't let all this talking keep you still."
This time, Gallus kept an eye on Peiter's technique, but it didn't keep him silent. "What about Tzirret? Has he spoken to you much? I've noticed him being quiet around you."
Extra power or not, the pack knew what to do when Meesei let loose. Her spells gave them space to take the initiative. Rather than let the chaurus come to them, Janius charged forwards while they were stunned and chopped his axe between the mandibles of one of them with a shout.
Sabine kept her ward up as best as she could, firing off ice spikes whenever she had the magicka to spare. There only seemed to be more Falmer coming out of nowhere to fight, so she was keen to get into cover as much as anyone else. Seeing the fountain shelter and the Falmer going towards it, Sabine charged an ice storm spell in one hand and threw it out towards them. It lit up the ground that it floated over with snow and ice made from the puddles on the floor and passed through the fountain itself to reach the enemy. "We can get to that shelter!" Sabine shouted, mostly to Meesei. "It is covered from above!"
Peiter may have been between cynicism and outright frustration, but Gallus smiled at his agreement to try. He reached out a hand and ruffled his hair. "You never know, it might make for more than you think. Try it for a week, let me know how it goes."
As for wanting to change the subject, Gallus conceded with a nod. "Sure. I think that's enough problem solving for now." He turned his head to the now splintered bark of the tree nearby. "I can help you with your throwing technique if you want." He then shrugged and turned back to Peiter. "Otherwise, one of the labourers told me that there's some wood that needs splitting. It might pass the time."
No matter the answer, Peiter wasn't going to get silence that easily. Gallus asked after a short while. "So, how have you and Sabine been going? You sick of each other yet?" He chuckled.
Sabine kept her ward up as best as she could, firing off ice spikes whenever she had the magicka to spare. There only seemed to be more Falmer coming out of nowhere to fight, so she was keen to get into cover as much as anyone else. Seeing the fountain shelter and the Falmer going towards it, Sabine charged an ice storm spell in one hand and threw it out towards them. It lit up the ground that it floated over with snow and ice made from the puddles on the floor and passed through the fountain itself to reach the enemy. "We can get to that shelter!" Sabine shouted, mostly to Meesei. "It is covered from above!"
Peiter may have been between cynicism and outright frustration, but Gallus smiled at his agreement to try. He reached out a hand and ruffled his hair. "You never know, it might make for more than you think. Try it for a week, let me know how it goes."
As for wanting to change the subject, Gallus conceded with a nod. "Sure. I think that's enough problem solving for now." He turned his head to the now splintered bark of the tree nearby. "I can help you with your throwing technique if you want." He then shrugged and turned back to Peiter. "Otherwise, one of the labourers told me that there's some wood that needs splitting. It might pass the time."
No matter the answer, Peiter wasn't going to get silence that easily. Gallus asked after a short while. "So, how have you and Sabine been going? You sick of each other yet?" He chuckled.
"I'll be as quick as I can, Ahna," Fendros said dismissively before the lift cut him off from them. All that was apparently left to do was to wait. They did not have to wait long.
When Lorag was struck, the pack scrambled to tighten its small formation. When the arrow clattered to the ground nearby, Sabine noticed that it wasn't like the dwemer metal bolts. It was a shiny grey, barbed, and chitinous arrow. The sheen of sticky liquid on its head -- no doubt poisonous -- only made it look deadlier. The dots connected in Sabine's mind from what Saras had described. She charged an ice spike and a ward and called out. "Falmer!"
"More than that! Look out!" Janius shifted his shield higher to block an incoming glob of some kind of venom spat by one of the giant insects ahead. It splashed onto his shield, but none of it landed on any exposed flesh. It was the last thing he would want in his eyes, he decided.
Sabine raised her ward to try to cover what the shields couldn't. It was hard to aim through the ward's distorted dome, but she tried her best to launch an ice spike back up at the figure that shot at Lorag.
Janius was in the difficult position of trying to fend off arrows from above while defending from the front. He prepared to bring his axe straight down onto the head of the first insect that would reach them, though he had never fought them before.
"Hmph, sounds like it matters," Gallus commented. "You know, you're right, I'm afraid. It's not something that you'll be able to get away from, at least not fully. You might be able to make it easier, though." Gallus angled his head back. "Play on your own terms."
Now assuming more of an explanatory tone, Gallus strode to the tree and dislodged his knives yet again. "Before working with someone, mention it quickly; 'Hey, if I mess anything up, just tell me and I'll fix it myself, okay?' Say that and then they know that you're capable of doing things for yourself. They've got no excuse to cover for you. Nords especially are insulted if you try to dote on them in spite of their pride, so the locals, at least, ought to understand fairly quickly."
The third knife was dug in more tightly, so Gallus had to give it a firm tug before he turned back to Peiter. "You don't even have to bring up your arm unless they broach the subject. If they do, they probably would have broached either way." He strode up to Peiter, tilted his head, and tried a sympathetic smile. "It's really about being assertive without making a scene, rather than bottling it all up. Would that be something you're willing to try?"
When Lorag was struck, the pack scrambled to tighten its small formation. When the arrow clattered to the ground nearby, Sabine noticed that it wasn't like the dwemer metal bolts. It was a shiny grey, barbed, and chitinous arrow. The sheen of sticky liquid on its head -- no doubt poisonous -- only made it look deadlier. The dots connected in Sabine's mind from what Saras had described. She charged an ice spike and a ward and called out. "Falmer!"
"More than that! Look out!" Janius shifted his shield higher to block an incoming glob of some kind of venom spat by one of the giant insects ahead. It splashed onto his shield, but none of it landed on any exposed flesh. It was the last thing he would want in his eyes, he decided.
Sabine raised her ward to try to cover what the shields couldn't. It was hard to aim through the ward's distorted dome, but she tried her best to launch an ice spike back up at the figure that shot at Lorag.
Janius was in the difficult position of trying to fend off arrows from above while defending from the front. He prepared to bring his axe straight down onto the head of the first insect that would reach them, though he had never fought them before.
"Hmph, sounds like it matters," Gallus commented. "You know, you're right, I'm afraid. It's not something that you'll be able to get away from, at least not fully. You might be able to make it easier, though." Gallus angled his head back. "Play on your own terms."
Now assuming more of an explanatory tone, Gallus strode to the tree and dislodged his knives yet again. "Before working with someone, mention it quickly; 'Hey, if I mess anything up, just tell me and I'll fix it myself, okay?' Say that and then they know that you're capable of doing things for yourself. They've got no excuse to cover for you. Nords especially are insulted if you try to dote on them in spite of their pride, so the locals, at least, ought to understand fairly quickly."
The third knife was dug in more tightly, so Gallus had to give it a firm tug before he turned back to Peiter. "You don't even have to bring up your arm unless they broach the subject. If they do, they probably would have broached either way." He strode up to Peiter, tilted his head, and tried a sympathetic smile. "It's really about being assertive without making a scene, rather than bottling it all up. Would that be something you're willing to try?"
As soon as the wave of foul air hit the pack, they couldn't help but wrinkle their noses and turn to look through the open gate. Saras' unsanctioned appearance was put to the side immediately.
"What manner of..." Janius murmured as he took the front with Kaleeth so they could lead with their shields. "It must be a cesspit down here."
Fendros stepped up to the lever of the lift. "I'll go back up. If there are more automatons, my arrows aren't going to be especially helpful." He looked specifically to Sabine and nodded his head to one side. "Go on."
After the pack and Saras were off the platform, Fendros pulled the lever with another ratcheting rip and the machinery rumbled it upwards again.
"Saras, while you're here," Janius whispered. "Do you know what is making that smell?"
Without stopping to retrieve his daggers, Gallus listened attentively to Peiter, nodding a couple of times. When he was finished, he paused to look at the tree they were throwing at and let out his own sigh, albeit a thoughtful one. The answer to Peiter's problems was not obvious.
"I understand, I think. Mostly." Gallus looked to the ground and itched at the back of his head. It wasn't until he took a short breath and squinted one eye that he had a better answer. "Say, if you just completed a task with someone and you made mistakes because of your arm..." Gallus curled his lips for a moment, selecting his words carefully. "...How would you prefer that they react?"
"What manner of..." Janius murmured as he took the front with Kaleeth so they could lead with their shields. "It must be a cesspit down here."
Fendros stepped up to the lever of the lift. "I'll go back up. If there are more automatons, my arrows aren't going to be especially helpful." He looked specifically to Sabine and nodded his head to one side. "Go on."
After the pack and Saras were off the platform, Fendros pulled the lever with another ratcheting rip and the machinery rumbled it upwards again.
"Saras, while you're here," Janius whispered. "Do you know what is making that smell?"
Without stopping to retrieve his daggers, Gallus listened attentively to Peiter, nodding a couple of times. When he was finished, he paused to look at the tree they were throwing at and let out his own sigh, albeit a thoughtful one. The answer to Peiter's problems was not obvious.
"I understand, I think. Mostly." Gallus looked to the ground and itched at the back of his head. It wasn't until he took a short breath and squinted one eye that he had a better answer. "Say, if you just completed a task with someone and you made mistakes because of your arm..." Gallus curled his lips for a moment, selecting his words carefully. "...How would you prefer that they react?"
Seeing Kaleeth getting nervous prompted Janius to slide off his shield and take her shoulder to reassure her. The lift was, all things considered, steady and sure. Nevertheless, even descending slowly was unnerving.
The first reactions to Saras were mild confusion. Janius in particular pointed and looked left and right as if he was at once trying to work out how he did it and was about to ask outright.
Fendros, not being as outwardly confused, blinked and looked to Meesei after Saras answered. "Well..." He rolled a shoulder. "He does have a point."
"The lift." Sabine spoke, "Did you know that it worked?"
Gallus' grin lowered into a sympathetic smile. "You really are too nice, aren't you?" he said with his head angled to one side. Gallus offered his empty hand in a gesture. "Look, it's alright to feel guilty, I won't say that it's not, but..." Gallus twisted his mouth against his right cheek and tsked. "There's a point where you've got to hold your thoughts about helping others and think about how you should be treating yourself. It sounds like you're doing a fine job beating yourself up about all this. It's no wonder that you had trouble getting out of bed. Do you really think that's..." Gallus stopped himself before he used the word helpful. "...Is stopping to feel guilty about what you can't control really what's best for you?"
The first reactions to Saras were mild confusion. Janius in particular pointed and looked left and right as if he was at once trying to work out how he did it and was about to ask outright.
Fendros, not being as outwardly confused, blinked and looked to Meesei after Saras answered. "Well..." He rolled a shoulder. "He does have a point."
"The lift." Sabine spoke, "Did you know that it worked?"
Gallus' grin lowered into a sympathetic smile. "You really are too nice, aren't you?" he said with his head angled to one side. Gallus offered his empty hand in a gesture. "Look, it's alright to feel guilty, I won't say that it's not, but..." Gallus twisted his mouth against his right cheek and tsked. "There's a point where you've got to hold your thoughts about helping others and think about how you should be treating yourself. It sounds like you're doing a fine job beating yourself up about all this. It's no wonder that you had trouble getting out of bed. Do you really think that's..." Gallus stopped himself before he used the word helpful. "...Is stopping to feel guilty about what you can't control really what's best for you?"
I just finished writing the abridged points of Conata's growing up post. It's one and a half pages long on its own.
This will take a looooong while...
Anyway, Rtron and I have worked out how things are going to happen regarding the invasion and Sularn's people. I'll expose what it is when I get this Conata post done, but anyone who needs to know for good reason can contact us with PMs.
'When' is a word I wish I would emphasise more here.
This will take a looooong while...
Anyway, Rtron and I have worked out how things are going to happen regarding the invasion and Sularn's people. I'll expose what it is when I get this Conata post done, but anyone who needs to know for good reason can contact us with PMs.
'When' is a word I wish I would emphasise more here.
"Quick! Logos! I spotted Vestec hiding over there in that upside-down box propped up by a stick with a string attached! Go get him! Make haste!"
@Antarctic Termite Awesome. I love it.
I had envisioned them being a little more shiny-and-scaled-carapacey and a little less fleshy-looking, and they have the tiny arms on their head. You got the shape spot-on, though! The last scene tickled me.
I had envisioned them being a little more shiny-and-scaled-carapacey and a little less fleshy-looking, and they have the tiny arms on their head. You got the shape spot-on, though! The last scene tickled me.
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