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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
xxx
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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So random question. Is there anyway to find out the colors everyone uses for speech? I need to know which one I can pick haha.


If you'd like to peek at what colours are in a particular post, you can hit 'quote' on the bottom-right of any post and all the formatting tags will display in the quote block dumped in your post editor.

So if you hit quote on a post with:

"Wow!"

It'll be seen in your post editor as:

[quote=Some Doofus]
[colour=red]"Wow!"[/colour]
[/quote]
Right, I'm caught up now! I loved Teknall's analization (do you even spell that word like that) of the magics that make up the universe! Reminds me a bit of that one SCP, 914 I believe, in which the researchers do all kinds of practical experiments related to it. Top notch writing!


Welcome back to the only stable part of the timeline; the present.

Also, it's spelt 'analysis.' It's a dangerous word, because if you get it wrong, you can accidentally describe something as 'anal.'
Without hesitation, Aurana took the cloak and wrapped it around herself. Her jaw stopped quivering quite as perceptibly after only a few moments, but the water was still making her cold.

"Not me, sorry," Fendros said to Kaleeth. He was using Rhazii's tunic to help towel off his fur while he dressed himself. "Probably best to get to a fireplace unless Janius or Ahnasha knows a trick." He held the tunic over the canal and wringed out a stream of the water.

Janius shook his head. "Anything that precise is Sabine or Meesei's purview." His eyes returned to Aurana and Kaj-Julan. "Let's head up to the keep. If we see that Jatinha woman on the way back, we can tell her we found her girl, but we have to talk, I think. We all have to talk." He glanced pointedly at Julan.

Aurana's eyes danced, noticing. "I should make it clear, they did not come looking for me, specifically. I sort of went looking for them, actually. I'm...I should explain-"

"Leave it for now, please." Janius raised a hand as he interrupted. His mood was still hard to read beyond sounding exhausted. "Boys, dress up and let's go. Julan, how much...exactly have you told Aurana about us?"
I do like the Falas pic, but the problem is that it doesn't fit my image of her. Like, at all.

And if Niciel were to suddenly become mortal, well... not much would change, really.


Yeah, looking at what you've put in the appearance section on Falas' sheet, I can see where you're coming from. It just made me think of Niciel's angels in general, really. I hadn't been keeping Falas' exact appearance in mind.
"It's not that! I just don't want to walk through the street when everyone can see...huh?" Aurana stopped when she noticed Rhazii and Julan's expressions change. They sniffed at the air, realisation coming to their faces. Julan was hard to read, but Rhazii's ears flattened in anticipation. They were looking past her.

Aurana turned her upper body and jolted with such surprise that she lost her balance over the edge of the dock. She let out a small scream before a splash silenced her. Rhazii and Julan's parents all stepped up onto the dock.

While Julan was speaking in their defence, Rhazii looked at the struggling shape of Aurana under the surface. He dived under, becoming a dark shape swimming underneath her. They broke the surface together, Rhazii propping her up. She clung onto a pillar of the dock and caught her breath, mouthing a thanks to Rhazii and keeping her head above water. However, both of them had most of their attention directed up to the not-so-happy Kaleeth, Janius, Fendros, and Ahnasha.

"...You're Janius and Kaleeth?" Aurana was too bug-eyed to be embarrassed at what she had just done. "Um..." she laughed nervously. "You're...I'm..."

"You're Aurana, aren't you?" Fendros lowered onto one knee. "We'll take you home. Rhazii, Kaj-Julan, out of the water. Now."

Rhazii gulped and grabbed onto the edge of the dock. He pulled himself up, letting a shower of droplets make noise where they fell from his fur.

Janius was silent, avoiding eye contact with Aurana. Aurana gave inverse attention. "It is you, isn't it? Janius, I'm your sister." She tried to mimic Rhazii's motion to pull out of the water. She bared her teeth as her thin arms put in as much effort as they could. She slowly raised her shoulders over the threshold and threw her elbows onto the dock, stopping. "Uh, I don't mean to be a problem, but."

After biting his lip and peering around at the stars, Janius abruptly turned, reached down, and took Aurana by her arms, pulling her out of the water and standing onto the dock. She was just as dripping wet. Her nightgown was soaked. She immediately covered herself and began to shiver. "I've h-heard a lot about you, big brother."

Janius closed his eyes and breathed out. "Yes, it's me." He opened his eyes. "I see you met my son."

"Y-y-yes. They came l-looking for me." Her shaking was intensifying. "I w-w-w-wanted to m-meet you as-s s-s-oon as I h-heard Julan mention-n you."

Janius listed his head over to look at Julan. He was, surprisingly, not angry. He sounded defeated. "Son, lend her your cloak, please. She is freezing."
@Antarctic Termite Toun would open a restaurant and become Gordon Ramsay.



Nah, in reality, unless he had someone propping him up, he would probably lose hope and die. I'm not sure he's stable enough to be sustained with more existential dread than he already has.
I found a couple of interesting pictures while avoiding actual work. They evoked a couple of characters in the RP, so I thought I might share them here:


Aurana laughed. "I think they would be shocked if I married Jatinha. No, they want to find a nobleman and arrange a marriage when I turn eighteen." Her grin lowered. "I don't get to choose, but I don't really care. They promised I could be independent then, and that means I could just leave if I don't like him."

Julan's question made Aurana straighten and swallow. "I've always wanted to learn how to swim. It looks like fun, but..." She held her opposite upper arms, crossing her arms over her chest and breaking eye contact. "This nightgown sort of...clings when it gets wet."

"Oh. Do you have a scar you do not want to show?" Rhazii asked with oblivious care.

"No, just..." Aurana huffed. "I'm embarrassed, that's all."



"Let's just go and take them home," Janius answered quickly. "We can drop the girl off on the way. We're probably not going to leave tomorrow, not until we're ready to move with our High Elf quarry, so I say we should keep them confined to the barracks for the day as punishment." He tapped one foot and kept peering around. "Let's get this over with."

Fendros angled his head. He spoke cautiously. "That sounds like a fair course of action, but what if the boys have told her about you?"

Janius pushed an exasperated sigh through his nose. "We can work that out as it develops. Can we just pick them up now? I am getting tired of this."
@Lauder@Slime@Rtron

Toun gave everyone he could a pet bird!! Now you're asking for puppies?! You spoilt kids! This is only going to escalate to tigers, ponies, cows, elephants, dragons, and before you know it you'll be wailing at our necks asking for pet Grots! And you know what happened last time there was a Grot, now, don't we?
100 might? Hmm...

Toun would get leverage on a primordial, probably.

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Which would be abou 6 Avatars. For comparison, if I did the same, it would be only 2, also sending me to the 6 avatar total. The inflation is that crazy.


To be honest, Capy, I'm surprised that waifus weren't your first choice.

And then she'd start a band. Toun and Teknall can be the bass and electric guitar respectively. She needs some opposable thumbs.

Vestec can be on drums since he clearly likes beating things with sticks so much.


I just got the terrifying and wondrous image in my head of Toun doing a Peter Garrett impression.



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