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Zeus23@POOHEAD189 There is certainly no way that could lead to you being assassinated in exile. Stick with that!
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STATUS: Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad. 19 days ago
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Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad.
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27 days ago
She wanted to read, she wanted to write, but the main thing she wanted was something to fight
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1 yr ago
Make it clear that you don't need him to be reading Dante tomorrow. Also suggest it would be fun if you had a private language that you could use to mock English speakers in secret.
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2 yrs ago
Luckily history suggests an infinite ability for people to be shit heads ;)
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Oh no, they can leave anytime they want! At the low low price of a siege and an execution of your government body.
Right but the re-enroll you once they tear down your walls and install a democracy. I guess you personally get to 'leave' :P
Boy howdy, that'd be so fun I'd want to take over the entire aegean as some sort of colonial empire.
Also its totally a League of completely voluntary members! *Looks around nervously*
Hotel California rules though, you can sign up any time you like but you can never leave.
I suppose that petition to deport Justin Beiber a few years ago was sort of like an ostracism...
What we really need is Athenian style ostracism! How much fun would that be!
Sayeeda luxuriated in a blue bathrobe of priceless silk enjoying the feel of the fabric as it slid over her skin. She sat back in the plush chair and lifted the sparkling cocktail she had retrieved from the automated bar which nestled discretely in a corner of the massive suite. Taya sat in a large marble hot tub in another corner in a bathing suit which was probably worth more than all the clothing Sayeeda had ever owned combined. The girl giggled at something she was viewing on a small hand held vidscreen she was holding.
"We need to rescue royalty more often," Sayeeda commented as she sipped at the sour concoction. There was a knock at the door and a servant in gold and silver livery stepped in. Judging by the cut of clothing and the intricate braiding on his shoulders he was of somewhat higher rank than the ones Junebug had unceremoniously ejected from the suite fifteen minutes earlier.
"Excuse me Captain," the man said in a cultured voice, "my staff inform me that you rejected the other suites we offered you, were they unsatisfactory in some way?" It was phrased as a question but his disapproval of the action could not have been clearer.
"I'm sure they were great but we like this one," Sayeeda said closing her eyes and leaning back.
"But there are three of you Captain. Surely three rooms would be..." Sayeeda sat up abrupty cutting the servant off with a sharp gesture.
"I said we like this one," Junebug said her tone cooling markedly. Taya looked up from her vid screen with a look of concern on her face.
"But there..." the servant began but Junebug held up a hand to shut him up. She gestured at the door and windows with quick jabs.
"If we have one room I can keep my people together, we only have two entraces to cover and we are close enough to support each other. This room has the best fields of fire out of the three you showed us," she explained to the horrified butler. The servant revaled back and opened his mouth to object.
"Out!" Junebug snapped. The servant hesitated, took a look at the set of her face and then fled through the vast doors of polished wood, jostling past Neil as he did so.
"Find what you were looking for?" she asked in a much calmer tone. Taya giggled again and made a few quick key strokes. The massive vidscreen on the far wall lit up with a still image of Neil with is fingers in pistols, shades glinting dramatically. Below the picture hung the words: Dangerous Mystery Man Arrives with Prince. The screen divided to show a picture of Sayeeda glancing sideways - Prince Aiden's Secret Woman. The screen divided a third time to show a picture of Taya - Mysterious Foreign Princess Returns with Exiled Prince. Tabloid news presumably.
"This place is just the best!"
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"We need to rescue royalty more often," Sayeeda commented as she sipped at the sour concoction. There was a knock at the door and a servant in gold and silver livery stepped in. Judging by the cut of clothing and the intricate braiding on his shoulders he was of somewhat higher rank than the ones Junebug had unceremoniously ejected from the suite fifteen minutes earlier.
"Excuse me Captain," the man said in a cultured voice, "my staff inform me that you rejected the other suites we offered you, were they unsatisfactory in some way?" It was phrased as a question but his disapproval of the action could not have been clearer.
"I'm sure they were great but we like this one," Sayeeda said closing her eyes and leaning back.
"But there are three of you Captain. Surely three rooms would be..." Sayeeda sat up abrupty cutting the servant off with a sharp gesture.
"I said we like this one," Junebug said her tone cooling markedly. Taya looked up from her vid screen with a look of concern on her face.
"But there..." the servant began but Junebug held up a hand to shut him up. She gestured at the door and windows with quick jabs.
"If we have one room I can keep my people together, we only have two entraces to cover and we are close enough to support each other. This room has the best fields of fire out of the three you showed us," she explained to the horrified butler. The servant revaled back and opened his mouth to object.
"Out!" Junebug snapped. The servant hesitated, took a look at the set of her face and then fled through the vast doors of polished wood, jostling past Neil as he did so.
"Find what you were looking for?" she asked in a much calmer tone. Taya giggled again and made a few quick key strokes. The massive vidscreen on the far wall lit up with a still image of Neil with is fingers in pistols, shades glinting dramatically. Below the picture hung the words: Dangerous Mystery Man Arrives with Prince. The screen divided to show a picture of Sayeeda glancing sideways - Prince Aiden's Secret Woman. The screen divided a third time to show a picture of Taya - Mysterious Foreign Princess Returns with Exiled Prince. Tabloid news presumably.
"This place is just the best!"
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Camilla watched the fanatics slinking away but kept her pistol drawn until the last one of them disappeared into an alley with a final hateful glower. She eased the hammer forward with a soft click and tucked the small weapon back into her belt. Kennenburg was proving to be full of unpleasant surprises. There was obviously alot of fear in a village and that was dangerous with people cooped up by the winter weather.
"Please come in, quickly, they will be back," Eloise hastened and gestured them through the door. She was an attractive woman, although hard living had aged her faster than might normally have been the case. SHe had a fine figure and long golden hair that was secured in braids. The stress of the situation was evident in her face however in the bruises and sunken eyes. Camilla could tell that she had been crying. They hurried quickly down the path and into the door taking care to wipe the snow off their boots before crossing the threshold. Eloise gave Camilla a quizzical glance but didn't comment at the other woman's presence.
The interior of the cottage was neat and tidy with handsome homemade furniture and burnished copper pots hanging on the walls. There were only two rooms, the kitchen area they were in now and a separate door that lead to a bedroom in which two feather matressess stood. A large wooden table with a half prepared stew of vegetables and venison was being prepared.
"Oh Cydric, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this," Eloise half sobbed. She sat down heavily on a chair and pulled a lace hankerchief from her apron and dabbed at her eyes.
"You too..." she trailed off with a glance in Camilla's direction. Camilla smiled her professional smile and offered a slight courtly bow to the woman.
"I am Camilla de la Trantio," she said, smiling with amusement as Eloise brow furrowed. Her Riekspiel was good enough most of the time but a sentence with only her name was a challenge for the uninitiated.
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"Please come in, quickly, they will be back," Eloise hastened and gestured them through the door. She was an attractive woman, although hard living had aged her faster than might normally have been the case. SHe had a fine figure and long golden hair that was secured in braids. The stress of the situation was evident in her face however in the bruises and sunken eyes. Camilla could tell that she had been crying. They hurried quickly down the path and into the door taking care to wipe the snow off their boots before crossing the threshold. Eloise gave Camilla a quizzical glance but didn't comment at the other woman's presence.
The interior of the cottage was neat and tidy with handsome homemade furniture and burnished copper pots hanging on the walls. There were only two rooms, the kitchen area they were in now and a separate door that lead to a bedroom in which two feather matressess stood. A large wooden table with a half prepared stew of vegetables and venison was being prepared.
"Oh Cydric, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this," Eloise half sobbed. She sat down heavily on a chair and pulled a lace hankerchief from her apron and dabbed at her eyes.
"You too..." she trailed off with a glance in Camilla's direction. Camilla smiled her professional smile and offered a slight courtly bow to the woman.
"I am Camilla de la Trantio," she said, smiling with amusement as Eloise brow furrowed. Her Riekspiel was good enough most of the time but a sentence with only her name was a challenge for the uninitiated.
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Speaking of Stormy Daniels, Trump does not deserve to be slut shamed for sleeping with a porn star. I wonder how the values voters people are feeling about all this. Maybe it will open their minds a little.
Also why didn't I think to make all my exs sign NDAs?! It is so obvious in hindsight!
Also why didn't I think to make all my exs sign NDAs?! It is so obvious in hindsight!
"Ah but thanks for my son's safe return is not such a small thing," the King went on, his voice a clear barritone that carried easily despite the roar of the crowd and the buzz of air cars overhead. Neil's antics had attracted a flurry of interest from the circling cameras which jockeyed for position in the crowded skies.
"Please, there will be time for more complete discussions later but step forward and name yourselves to me." The words drew a slightly exasperated expression from the Queen but several of the siblings grew stony faced. Aiden took a position by his fathers side and turned to gesture encouragingly at the Highlander's crew. With no option but to comply Junebug steeped forward. She had no idea what the appropriate gesture of greeting was to the King of Dar'monad and was silently cursing Aiden for not preparing them better. The armored wasn't big on drill or ceremony, people hadn't hired Colonel Andor's troops so they could polish gear in barracks but she stiffened to attention and made a passable attempt at an academy salute. The King didn't seem surprised by this and bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement of the gesture.
"I am Captain Sayeeda Cykali," she proclaimed feeling awkward to be the center of so much attention, "I am glad that my crew and I were able to be of service to Ai.. to Prince Amalric," she amended and then hastily stepped back to gesture Neil and Taya forward.
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"Please, there will be time for more complete discussions later but step forward and name yourselves to me." The words drew a slightly exasperated expression from the Queen but several of the siblings grew stony faced. Aiden took a position by his fathers side and turned to gesture encouragingly at the Highlander's crew. With no option but to comply Junebug steeped forward. She had no idea what the appropriate gesture of greeting was to the King of Dar'monad and was silently cursing Aiden for not preparing them better. The armored wasn't big on drill or ceremony, people hadn't hired Colonel Andor's troops so they could polish gear in barracks but she stiffened to attention and made a passable attempt at an academy salute. The King didn't seem surprised by this and bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement of the gesture.
"I am Captain Sayeeda Cykali," she proclaimed feeling awkward to be the center of so much attention, "I am glad that my crew and I were able to be of service to Ai.. to Prince Amalric," she amended and then hastily stepped back to gesture Neil and Taya forward.
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They took their time finishing breakfast but conversation limited by the uncomfortable atmosphere in the tavern. Whatever the towns people's opinion of the Justicar was, mention of the Hockendorf's chilled the reception instantly. Suspicious looks were cast at them and they muttered in small groups.
It was a relief to get out into the icy winter air and they made their way through the town. It was a fairly handsome place with tall sloping rooves and gently curving streets. Sheets of ice covered most surfaces which gave the whole place something of a magical air. The thought of magic sent a shiver through Camilla that had nothing to do with the cold. After a few minutes they rounded a corner to find a knot of men standing before a small neat cottage. Smoke trailed lazily from the chimney but the shutters on the windows were closed. Dark stains on the timber showed where vegetables and other missiles had been hurled. The word WITCH was scrawled across the white plaster of the front wall.
"Charming," Camilla whispered to Cydric. THe big Ostlander had been quiet since receiving the news about his friend. SHe slipped her hand in his and squeezed comfortingly. As they approached the men stirred to action shaking out in a lose line. They were all pinch faced and sallow looking and they carried an assortment of improvised weapons ranging from clubs to bill hooks.
"What is your business with the chaos lover!" the leader, a weazily looking man with pockmarks on his face demanded. Planting himself belligerently before Cydric. Camilla let of his hand and shifted back and to the left, a customary position that allowed her to cover Cydric's back if things went poorly. The thugs misinterpreted the guesture and smiled in triumph, thinking that the Tilean Brava had been intimidated into retreating.
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It was a relief to get out into the icy winter air and they made their way through the town. It was a fairly handsome place with tall sloping rooves and gently curving streets. Sheets of ice covered most surfaces which gave the whole place something of a magical air. The thought of magic sent a shiver through Camilla that had nothing to do with the cold. After a few minutes they rounded a corner to find a knot of men standing before a small neat cottage. Smoke trailed lazily from the chimney but the shutters on the windows were closed. Dark stains on the timber showed where vegetables and other missiles had been hurled. The word WITCH was scrawled across the white plaster of the front wall.
"Charming," Camilla whispered to Cydric. THe big Ostlander had been quiet since receiving the news about his friend. SHe slipped her hand in his and squeezed comfortingly. As they approached the men stirred to action shaking out in a lose line. They were all pinch faced and sallow looking and they carried an assortment of improvised weapons ranging from clubs to bill hooks.
"What is your business with the chaos lover!" the leader, a weazily looking man with pockmarks on his face demanded. Planting himself belligerently before Cydric. Camilla let of his hand and shifted back and to the left, a customary position that allowed her to cover Cydric's back if things went poorly. The thugs misinterpreted the guesture and smiled in triumph, thinking that the Tilean Brava had been intimidated into retreating.
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