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Hylian Archer
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8 yrs ago
Time to go on a horror movie binge.
8 yrs ago
Seems like I need to replace my phone. I never know how much not being able to check the time bothered me until I started walking around the school campus without my phone.
8 yrs ago
So today my phone fell in water. It was there for no more than two seconds tops, but it's going haywire. Time to see if the old rice trick works.
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8 yrs ago
The semester is almost over!
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9 yrs ago
I'm slowly working on getting replies up. Just be patient with me, please. =)
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Just so my rp partners know, I'm in Central Time.
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It had been a while since Sophia had come to Krazy Kandy. Just being there made her giddy and already she was having trouble deciding what she wanted to get. She turned to ask Tim his opinion, but he wasn't there with her. She had rushed ahead, she realized, and he was still at the front of the story left alone with the cashier. Quickly she made her way back to Tim, slipping her arm through his and giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "Sorry about that," she apologized to Tim profusely. "I didn't mean to leave you. I just got excited is all."
"Hello, miss," Jon the cashier greeted. "First time here too?"
Sophia shook her head. "No," she replied with a smile. "I've been here several times, but it's been a while. Do y'all have any holiday specialties out yet?" That was what she was really looking for right now.
Perking up, Jon said, "Oh, yeah! We have all sorts of things put out just this morning. If you'll just step this way..." He moved over to his right a bit--their left--to a case filled with all sorts of individual chocolates and chocolate confectioneries. Sophia stepped over to the case, but she kept her arm intertwined with Tim's, not wanting to leave him alone again. All the chocolates were labeled, but since some flavors were year-round and some holiday specials, Jon took the time to point them out. There were peppermint chocolates bites and peppermint bark, chocolates with eggnog cream, chocolate covered gingerbread men, chocolate covered marshmallows that look like snowmen, chocolate covered pretzel rods made to look like Christmas trees, then there was chocolates filled with fruit jellies and flavored creams, peanut butter, caramel, fudge, nuts. It all looked really good.
"Is there anything in particular you want to try, Tim?" Sophia asked, beaming up at him happily. "Or would you like to look through the rest of the store first and then make a decision?'
"Hello, miss," Jon the cashier greeted. "First time here too?"
Sophia shook her head. "No," she replied with a smile. "I've been here several times, but it's been a while. Do y'all have any holiday specialties out yet?" That was what she was really looking for right now.
Perking up, Jon said, "Oh, yeah! We have all sorts of things put out just this morning. If you'll just step this way..." He moved over to his right a bit--their left--to a case filled with all sorts of individual chocolates and chocolate confectioneries. Sophia stepped over to the case, but she kept her arm intertwined with Tim's, not wanting to leave him alone again. All the chocolates were labeled, but since some flavors were year-round and some holiday specials, Jon took the time to point them out. There were peppermint chocolates bites and peppermint bark, chocolates with eggnog cream, chocolate covered gingerbread men, chocolate covered marshmallows that look like snowmen, chocolate covered pretzel rods made to look like Christmas trees, then there was chocolates filled with fruit jellies and flavored creams, peanut butter, caramel, fudge, nuts. It all looked really good.
"Is there anything in particular you want to try, Tim?" Sophia asked, beaming up at him happily. "Or would you like to look through the rest of the store first and then make a decision?'
Morning came and Olivia carefully slipped out of bed to dress for the day. She gave her still sleeping country boy an affectionate kiss on the cheek before she quietly made her way into the cabin to start some coffee and heat up something for breakfast. She cooked up some rabbit with some dried apple reconstituted with water, then made Shawn a cup of coffee just how he liked it. Balancing their plates and cups on a tray, she carried it back to the bedroom. Olivia set the tray aside before she sat on the bed next to Shawn. To wake him up she showered him with kisses until he came out of his sleepy stupor. "Mornin', love," she greeted warmly. "I've got coffee and breakfast all ready. Were you wanting to go out today, or stay in?"
The Termina they suddenly appeared in was vastly different from the Termina in which Lydia had grown up. It was newer, brighter, more full of life and no doubt more prominent in wealth and influence in whatever time period they were in. The hafling had heard of chronomancy--time magic--before but she had never believed it possible. It was a fairy tale, the dusty dream of mages who longed for adventure but were too scared to go out and find it. But despite her immense surprise, Lydia did not show it. Instead she continued to look the human mage straight in the face, her disdain for him obvious. He was rude, callous, and his ideas of purity seemed to rival that of the elves. Not to mention he had interrupted an intimate moment between her and Ragna. She wasn't sure which aspect fueled her hatred more.
"I was not trying to scare you," she informed Lord Terminus, her gaze steady. "I'm just letting you know that I will not stand for your snide remarks and better-than-thou attitude. That and I think your idea of purity is the biggest load of crock. No matter what you say about purity, when it comes to blood that was neither Ragna's fault nor mine that we are what we are. That lays in our parents and their parents before them. But if I could choose I would gladly be a full fledged human, rather than an elf." She said this last bit while still looking pointedly at the Lord, but her gaze slid ever-so-slightly to the elf. No matter what time period they were obsessed with beauty, and they were even more adamant about purity of blood than Lord Terminus. Elves hated to see their blood mixed with another race. If there was anyone among the group that would give Lydia the most grief about 'purity' even if it was not said aloud, it was the elf.
Returning to the subject at hand, Lydia thought of what she might like since the Lord had offered. Finally she said, "I want clothes. ...Please." She forced herself to be polite. She needed to at least try to be civil after all--even if the mages were already getting on her nerves. "For Ragna and myself both. Oh, and I will not wear a dress. Pants only."
"I was not trying to scare you," she informed Lord Terminus, her gaze steady. "I'm just letting you know that I will not stand for your snide remarks and better-than-thou attitude. That and I think your idea of purity is the biggest load of crock. No matter what you say about purity, when it comes to blood that was neither Ragna's fault nor mine that we are what we are. That lays in our parents and their parents before them. But if I could choose I would gladly be a full fledged human, rather than an elf." She said this last bit while still looking pointedly at the Lord, but her gaze slid ever-so-slightly to the elf. No matter what time period they were obsessed with beauty, and they were even more adamant about purity of blood than Lord Terminus. Elves hated to see their blood mixed with another race. If there was anyone among the group that would give Lydia the most grief about 'purity' even if it was not said aloud, it was the elf.
Returning to the subject at hand, Lydia thought of what she might like since the Lord had offered. Finally she said, "I want clothes. ...Please." She forced herself to be polite. She needed to at least try to be civil after all--even if the mages were already getting on her nerves. "For Ragna and myself both. Oh, and I will not wear a dress. Pants only."
At once Lydia recognized the catacombs of Termina from its distinct architecture. She had come here on several occasions, but something was different. These catacombs were old, and yet... They did not appear as old as the ones she knew. Where they in a newer segment of the catacombs? One she had not visited previously? Focus. There are more pressing matters at hand. Lydia and Ragna were standing in a magic circle and they were surrounded by what could only be five magi. All of them wore flowing robes and had their hoods pulled up to cover their features, but Lydia's sharp eyes were able to penetrate the shadows that wrapped around them and thus she could see them each clearly. If she was right, one of each of the five races was present among the magi. To see all five races come together... It was honestly a bit unsettling.
She and Ragna had been summoned, but for what reason Lydia was not sure. These days there were few things the halfling knew of for certainty, she reflected unhappily. Hearing herself called the 'Bearer of the Twilight Prophecy' only brought up more questions. What Lydia did know was that she did not take kindly to being threatened. Before she could defend herself, however, Ragna quickly strode across the room to the main speaker to confront him, only to be held back by some invisible force. Once more Lydia was called a 'Prophet' but this time the words came from Ragna's mouth. He knew what these people were talking about, she realized. Then another thought struck her and she felt her blood turn cold.
He knew something and he hid it from me.
Lydia was not happy with that thought. Far from it. She had asked him days before they reached his mansion if he knew anything about why the demon king had summoned her. He told her he did not, but it was obvious now that it was a lie. Ragna had sworn an Oath to protect her. He had not sworn an Oath to always be truthful to her. The halfing almost began to bitterly think that maybe she should have had Ragna swear an Oath of truth to her, but then she stopped. Those kinds of thoughts were stupid. If Ragna had not told her about this 'Twilight Prophecy' then surely it was for a reason.
Trust him. He cares for you, Lydia, she reminded herself. Trust him.
She let go of any indignant feelings that had surfaced and resolved to trust him and believe in him. Ragna had sworn an Oath to protect her, and a demon's Oath was not to be taken lightly. Beyond that she knew he cared for her or he would not do everything he did for her--including swearing his Oath in the first place. Lydia's own feelings for Ragna were more than just simple affection. Seeing him being talked down to and being treated as if he were nothing... Something in Lydia appeared to snap.
The halfing stalked toward the leader of the group. Her eyes burned with fury even though her expression was calm. She could see the others watching her as she stopped a few feet from the leader. Lydia stood straight and proud as she said in a voice that was quiet and steady though her words were still edged with poison, "I do not know who you think you are, but you will not treat my companion that way and then turn to me and act as if it were nothing. He is not an impurity. He is not my pet. He is the man I love, and if you want anything from me you will treat him with respect."
She and Ragna had been summoned, but for what reason Lydia was not sure. These days there were few things the halfling knew of for certainty, she reflected unhappily. Hearing herself called the 'Bearer of the Twilight Prophecy' only brought up more questions. What Lydia did know was that she did not take kindly to being threatened. Before she could defend herself, however, Ragna quickly strode across the room to the main speaker to confront him, only to be held back by some invisible force. Once more Lydia was called a 'Prophet' but this time the words came from Ragna's mouth. He knew what these people were talking about, she realized. Then another thought struck her and she felt her blood turn cold.
He knew something and he hid it from me.
Lydia was not happy with that thought. Far from it. She had asked him days before they reached his mansion if he knew anything about why the demon king had summoned her. He told her he did not, but it was obvious now that it was a lie. Ragna had sworn an Oath to protect her. He had not sworn an Oath to always be truthful to her. The halfing almost began to bitterly think that maybe she should have had Ragna swear an Oath of truth to her, but then she stopped. Those kinds of thoughts were stupid. If Ragna had not told her about this 'Twilight Prophecy' then surely it was for a reason.
Trust him. He cares for you, Lydia, she reminded herself. Trust him.
She let go of any indignant feelings that had surfaced and resolved to trust him and believe in him. Ragna had sworn an Oath to protect her, and a demon's Oath was not to be taken lightly. Beyond that she knew he cared for her or he would not do everything he did for her--including swearing his Oath in the first place. Lydia's own feelings for Ragna were more than just simple affection. Seeing him being talked down to and being treated as if he were nothing... Something in Lydia appeared to snap.
The halfing stalked toward the leader of the group. Her eyes burned with fury even though her expression was calm. She could see the others watching her as she stopped a few feet from the leader. Lydia stood straight and proud as she said in a voice that was quiet and steady though her words were still edged with poison, "I do not know who you think you are, but you will not treat my companion that way and then turn to me and act as if it were nothing. He is not an impurity. He is not my pet. He is the man I love, and if you want anything from me you will treat him with respect."
Jeeze. There are lots of people viewing this thread today. I feel a little bad that my posts haven't been quite up to par what with having to focus so much on school work too.
While visiting some high-end stores was not on the top of Olivia's list of things to do, she couldn't exactly say it wasn't something that she didn't want to do either. Olivia had never been greedy or selfish. She had always been realistic and level-headed, never asking her mother to buy her nice things that they couldn't afford. Olivia had been more than content with the life they lived, though she had strived to do her best in academics so that she could help support her and her mother by getting a good job. That wasn't to say that Olivia didn't want to see what the world of the well-to-dos was like, but she did not yearn for their lives or their material goods. At this time, however, the story was a bit different. If there was a store--any store--that had useful supplies of any sort then Olivia would go and clear it out no matter if it was a thrift store or a fancy department store. Besides, her main goal was still to find some decorations for Christmas.
"I think that's a good idea," Olivia agreed when Shawn suggested moving the boat. "I can't guarantee that I wasn't followed coming back, and like you said we've pretty much wiped this area clean. We'll leave tonight when it gets dark." She squeezed his hands in reassurance--not only for him but for her too. Everything would be alright, she told herself. It would all be alright.
Under cover of night Olivia untied the boat from the dock and hauled up the anchor. They sailed away from the shore for a few miles before heading farther up north, keeping parallel to the shore. Soon they had the boat pulled up to a larger set of docks with even bigger boats than the ones they had seen at the other docks. Yeah, this was definitely the high-end of town alright. At least it had been in its hey-day.
Once they had their Sunseeker settled in, Olivia wandered over to Shawn who was at the helm and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning in to kiss his back. "Let's go to bed, love," Olivia suggested.
"I think that's a good idea," Olivia agreed when Shawn suggested moving the boat. "I can't guarantee that I wasn't followed coming back, and like you said we've pretty much wiped this area clean. We'll leave tonight when it gets dark." She squeezed his hands in reassurance--not only for him but for her too. Everything would be alright, she told herself. It would all be alright.
Under cover of night Olivia untied the boat from the dock and hauled up the anchor. They sailed away from the shore for a few miles before heading farther up north, keeping parallel to the shore. Soon they had the boat pulled up to a larger set of docks with even bigger boats than the ones they had seen at the other docks. Yeah, this was definitely the high-end of town alright. At least it had been in its hey-day.
Once they had their Sunseeker settled in, Olivia wandered over to Shawn who was at the helm and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning in to kiss his back. "Let's go to bed, love," Olivia suggested.
Nodding at his words, Olivia leaned against Shawn and lay her head on his shoulder. She let her eyes close and just focused on him. His breathing, his arms around her, how he gently rubbed her back, his warm voice as he hummed an old familiar tune. If Olivia was truthful there weren't too many country songs she really cared for. Even back before everything started she had preferred other genres of music over country, though she did have favorite country artists like Trace Adkins, Gretchen Wilson, and Shania Twain. Mostly she preferred rock, metal, old school swing music from the 20s, guys like Frank Sinatra, and classical artists like Mozart and Bach. But far be it from her to tell Shawn that at this moment. Besides, the song he chose had an all too obvious message of love. Olivia smiled and lifted her head up to kiss Shawn's cheek. "I love you, Shawn," she breathed quietly as she hugged him close.
Thinking of Frank Sinatra made Olivia recall a song of his that he liked. Fly Me To the Moon. Olivia began to hum a bit quietly at first, but then she started to sing aloud, her voice melodic, her tone matching perfectly the style in which the old crooners like Frank used to sing.
"Fly me to the moon
Let me play amoung the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling kiss me
Fill my heart with song and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fill my heart with song and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words
In other words, I love you"
At the last words Olivia kissed Shawn on the lips and gave him a smile. She felt at ease once more, being at home with him. Looking around the boat, Olivia started to think. It was winter. They knew that much. They just didn't know what time of the year it was exactly. Perhaps November or December at least. Was Christmas right around the corner? Or maybe it had already passed? Olivia didn't know. She had stopped worrying about the holidays long ago. And yet right at this moment she couldn't help but think how nice it would be if they could decorate the inside of the boat with Christmas decorations. Olivia knew that celebrating Christmas would not restore the world to how it was before the infection, but perhaps this one thing would make their lives a bit brighter for the duration of winter.
"I'd like to visit some thrift shops soon, Shawn," Olivia told Shawn decidedly. They were the most likely place she would find what she was looking for.
Thinking of Frank Sinatra made Olivia recall a song of his that he liked. Fly Me To the Moon. Olivia began to hum a bit quietly at first, but then she started to sing aloud, her voice melodic, her tone matching perfectly the style in which the old crooners like Frank used to sing.
"Fly me to the moon
Let me play amoung the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling kiss me
Fill my heart with song and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fill my heart with song and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words
In other words, I love you"
At the last words Olivia kissed Shawn on the lips and gave him a smile. She felt at ease once more, being at home with him. Looking around the boat, Olivia started to think. It was winter. They knew that much. They just didn't know what time of the year it was exactly. Perhaps November or December at least. Was Christmas right around the corner? Or maybe it had already passed? Olivia didn't know. She had stopped worrying about the holidays long ago. And yet right at this moment she couldn't help but think how nice it would be if they could decorate the inside of the boat with Christmas decorations. Olivia knew that celebrating Christmas would not restore the world to how it was before the infection, but perhaps this one thing would make their lives a bit brighter for the duration of winter.
"I'd like to visit some thrift shops soon, Shawn," Olivia told Shawn decidedly. They were the most likely place she would find what she was looking for.
Olivia sniffled as she hugged Shawn tighter, still pressing her face against his chest. She tried not to think of what just happened. Tried not to think of what could have happened. Instead she focused on Shawn. His scent, his strong arms wrapped around her, his soothing words, the beating of his heart. He was her rock, strong and steady even when she felt overwhelmed. Shawn's very being was a balm to Olivia's fears. Gradually she stopped shaking. Her eyes closed, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She pulled away just enough to move her arms so she could wipe away the beginning of tears--tears that she refused to let fall. Looking up at Shawn, she suggested a bit mutely, "Let's go have a seat and I'll tell you what happened."
Guiding him over to a chair, Olivia let Shawn sit down before she sat on his lap. She didn't want to be apart from him right now. She wanted to be as close as possible. To have his arms around her and know she was safe. Taking another deep breath, Olivia began to explain. "I went to Central Park to check my traps as planned," she told him as she settled down against him. "The first three were empty. That was alright. I didn't expect to have something in every trap. Then I moved onto the fourth one. That's when things went crazy." Olivia was working hard to keep her tone even, to keep her voice casual. She didn't want to break down crying. She didn't want to let those assholes get to her even after they were dead.
"There were rabbit tracks in the snow and the trap had been sprung," Olivia said, still working to keep her voice even. "There was nothing in the trap though 'cause out rabbit got stolen by three sons of bitches. When I saw that the rabbit was gone I was just gonna call it a day and come home. Didn't wanna be out of range on the radio, not being able to reach you with other people nearby. Before I could even leave though the guys came back. Guess they musta still been nearby hidden out of sight. They tried to jump me. One guy had a gun, another an ax, and the third a knife. That was all they had though. What a piss-poor arsenal if you ask me." Olivia knew that she was swearing a lot--both mentally and aloud--but in a way it made her feel better. Besides, she was actually being rather sparing with her expansive vocabulary of colorful words.
Shaking her head as she recalled the memories of the fight, Olivia continued on. "I took all three of them down. Knocked their clocks out for good. Since they had taken my rabbit but hadn't split it open yet, I took it back and grabbed everything else they had of use. Fair is fair considering I knew what they intended to do. Just in case they had any more buddies hanging around I decided it'd be best to get on home. So here I am, and there they are dead in Central Park. That's what they get for messin' with the wrong girl." Olivia felt her fear slip away with the end of her tale. She realized now that she had no reason to be scared. It had been a scary situation, yes, but she had easily taken control of it and had come out on top. Three years ago before the start of infection, Olivia would have balked at the thought of killing three men with ease and without remorse, but over the three years she had learned that you had to act with a strong heart and no hesitation if you wanted to survive. There were still kind people in this mad world, but those three men had not been kind.
Guiding him over to a chair, Olivia let Shawn sit down before she sat on his lap. She didn't want to be apart from him right now. She wanted to be as close as possible. To have his arms around her and know she was safe. Taking another deep breath, Olivia began to explain. "I went to Central Park to check my traps as planned," she told him as she settled down against him. "The first three were empty. That was alright. I didn't expect to have something in every trap. Then I moved onto the fourth one. That's when things went crazy." Olivia was working hard to keep her tone even, to keep her voice casual. She didn't want to break down crying. She didn't want to let those assholes get to her even after they were dead.
"There were rabbit tracks in the snow and the trap had been sprung," Olivia said, still working to keep her voice even. "There was nothing in the trap though 'cause out rabbit got stolen by three sons of bitches. When I saw that the rabbit was gone I was just gonna call it a day and come home. Didn't wanna be out of range on the radio, not being able to reach you with other people nearby. Before I could even leave though the guys came back. Guess they musta still been nearby hidden out of sight. They tried to jump me. One guy had a gun, another an ax, and the third a knife. That was all they had though. What a piss-poor arsenal if you ask me." Olivia knew that she was swearing a lot--both mentally and aloud--but in a way it made her feel better. Besides, she was actually being rather sparing with her expansive vocabulary of colorful words.
Shaking her head as she recalled the memories of the fight, Olivia continued on. "I took all three of them down. Knocked their clocks out for good. Since they had taken my rabbit but hadn't split it open yet, I took it back and grabbed everything else they had of use. Fair is fair considering I knew what they intended to do. Just in case they had any more buddies hanging around I decided it'd be best to get on home. So here I am, and there they are dead in Central Park. That's what they get for messin' with the wrong girl." Olivia felt her fear slip away with the end of her tale. She realized now that she had no reason to be scared. It had been a scary situation, yes, but she had easily taken control of it and had come out on top. Three years ago before the start of infection, Olivia would have balked at the thought of killing three men with ease and without remorse, but over the three years she had learned that you had to act with a strong heart and no hesitation if you wanted to survive. There were still kind people in this mad world, but those three men had not been kind.
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