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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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Yalu 'Suumko


Yalu was more than happy to stand and watch the rest of the team gather. He was honestly surprised that the closest thing to an altercation was between the humans. Nevertheless, he reserved judgement for their battlefield behaviour.

The only further comment Yalu gave was on the way to the meeting room, spoken in Sangheili. "Your rapport with your human friends bodes well for this venture, mgalekgolo. Perhaps the rest of us are able to win their trust as well."

As they filed into the room, Yalu decided to try taking a seat at the conference table, hoping that mimicry of the humans would ease the tension. The seat was low but not impossible. He did feel more out of place than in the ship that brought him here, however.

"How much time do we have?" Yalu asked Major Robinson. It was a rather sudden acceleration of matters; he wanted the pertinent information as soon as he could.
Yalu 'Suumko


"Alright, big guy, time to wake up."

Yalu's vertical eye slits dilated open to see a human marine's grin disappear. Yalu was still short of practice understanding what the expression meant but he could guess enough from the tension in all of the marines when he was around.

"We're, uh..." the marine continued. "We're about to land."

Neither of them blinked for a moment.

The marine coughed. "About ten minutes out." He turned and walked back along the deck of the cargo hold, running one hand on an overhead bar.

"Thank you, Stefanovic." Yalu spoke at a much deeper timbre.

The marine tensed up even more. "How do you know my name?"

"The word is written on your harness," he responded. "If I pronounced it incorrectly, I would hear its proper sound from you, should you prefer."

"Naw, I just...didn't know you learnt to read English."

"Why do you think I asked you how long an hour was, human?" Valu said. "It is because I learn."

After counting it all up based on the timepiece on his own HUD, Yalu had sat in his small canvas seat with legs cramping for fourteen hours straight. He had nothing to do and no one to talk to once the humans left him alone, save for the food and drink they brought him. 'A few hours,' was what they said about the flight time. Yalu did not think that one 'hour' was anything to complain about once it had passed. Their lack of honesty was irritating. Yalu thanked his ancestors that sleep and meditation were not beyond him in such an environment.

The cargo bay door opened to bright yellow sunlight contrasted against black tarmac. Yalu strode down the ramp with his equipment over his shoulder, being sure to duck under the low headroom. Marines with their rifles were on his left and right. His eyes adjusted to see another human with a front-brimmed cap and even more guards. Probably someone ranking. A few words and it was not long before he was lead across to one of their non-combat land vehicles.

From that point the extra time did not pass too slowly. Yalu had never been around so many humans before. He wondered if they were as unsure about him as he was about them. How many sangheili lives had they taken? As many human lives as he had taken?

"You seem kinda quiet back there," the driver said. "Y'nervous?"

"Is it your custom to speak of fear?" Yalu retorted.

"Sometimes."

"It is not mine."

They were silent after that.

Everything blurred together until they pulled into a compound with a group that stood out like a boil. Yalu saw an unggoy, a hunter, a sangheili, and a...Spartan, if he remembered correctly. If there was one creature he preferred not to need to outnumber, it was one of them.

Yalu was let out of the vehicle. "Right over there," the human escort said as if it was not obvious.

Yalu approached and only slowed his gait when he noticed the markings of the sangheili in particular. He was checking the dossier of the unggoy, which meant Yalu's history would soon be on display as well.

"The joint operations team rallies here?" Yalu said simply. "I am Major Yalu 'Suumko."
"Take Leaps, Ahna," Fendros quickly dismounted. "He'll get you there fast."

Sabine was nearby as she was checking on Do'rhajul and her newer packmate Tarna. Tarna was flicking Daedra blood off her shortsword even though her presence was not obvious on the battlefield.

"I will," Sabine responded clearly to Meesei's order. "Tarna, go ahead of Rossarm's people and stabilise whomever you can before they reach them. I will assist them as well." She handed Tarna a potion while the spoke, no doubt to assist her magicka reserves after the fight.

Tarna took the potion and set off after a quick nod.

The argument had little time to develop before Meesei and Fendros diverted their attention. Rossarm and the Dominion commander exchanged a challenging look, but it was Rossarm who responded first. "At once, champion."

The Dominion commander gritted his teeth. Holding back complaint, he spun and spoke an order. "Halt! Full halt! Form ranks three! Rearward, restore casualties!"

The golden-armoured ranks fell into position with small, rapid drumbeat footfalls. Three rows of Dominion soldiers formed bound shields on the front line while the rest grouped up to find survivors behind them.

"We shall see that depending on this diversion does not grant the Daedra an advantage, Champion of Hircine," the commander said.

Fendros retorted before the statement could set in. "We shall see that time is not wasted informing commander Teroiah of your unprompted opinions!"

The commander's yellowed Altmer face flushed pink with anger and embarrassment. After a seething breath in, he tersely yelled a "Duly noted!" and turned to administrate his subordinates.

The words drew a long glance from Rossarm on his way out, but neither he nor Fendros gave each other a word.

Now a short distance out, Sabine lifted the top of her staff into the air and charged a radiant golden magic above it. The light grew until almost painful to look at before she used her other hand to direct it, spreading wafting tendrils of restorative energy out and towards the still-alive casualties strewn around her.
Here's my application...

I'll need at least another day to read up and fill out a CS. Needed to work late the last couple of nights. A hazy character concept is forming in my head, though.
Well in that case I hope you don't get too bored, haha! Glad to hear you're holding steady at least.
You can count me in as probably an elite. I have some reading to do about post-war things but I am ready and willing!
Nice, I'll take a look at that interest check.

It's been good and bad over here. Been very busy at work because of deadlines but it's been fun. Living down the street from the Seattle protests has been a little more stressful, especially during the police clashes, but it's been much more peaceful since the police backed off.

I think it's mostly been draining to stay inside most of the time with the virus. Between that and me spending a lot of time with my partner, I had to drop out of a god RP a few months back because of the pace and quantity of it. I may have time for something smaller though. I have been wanting to get back into more regular writing anyway.

How are things with you?
I can't say I've read any of the novels or the deep lore, but I'm a fan of the games and like the universe. I'll have a look at what you've got. Just so long as it isn't a super crowded advanced nation RP or something similarly wordy. My reading and writing time/energy has been getting squeezed these past few months.
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