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The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation.
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They say it's about the journey, not the destination. This is true of many things. Pizza delivery is not one of them.
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TFW you know what you want to happen but the words aren't cooperating. Why is plot suddenly so much harder to write?
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So ded. Cannot brain. Just one massive poorly coordinated and balance-lacking headache. But don't send help. I don't want to people either. X.x
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Glad to see I'm not the only follower of Lord Cato, god of wisdom, on this most auspicious Superb Owl Sunday.
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I am an adult, though I don't usually act like it. I'm a voracious reader, and not overly picky about books. I am artistic in a variety of areas, including music, drawing, writing, and sculpting. I have a minor obsession with dragons, and love the color violet. Fantasy is my preferred genre, be it past, future, urban...as long as it has a fantasy flavor to it. I also like scifi, mystery, and some horror. I am crazy, and I like tormenting my characters. But I don't bite...much. ^.~
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@Grif of Hearts I'm wasting away /because/ of work.
Campsite
"Daddy taught me," the girl said, looking away. Cecil seemed upset. But did Machina have emotions? Amuné wasn't sure, but if he looked upset she might as well act as if he did. He really seemed more like a boy than a machine, despite everything. "Umm...Cecil, I'm sorry I said that. And...if you can use grease, I can maybe get you some, next time Wyth catches me something." Ethan said she should wear his coat, and so she put it on, glad to have some protection from the elements. It smelled like him still, even after a night of serving as a blanket, and Amuné was already starting to associate that scent with safety. If he'd wanted to do something, he would have during the night, wouldn't he? But then she reminded herself that she couldn't trust appearences. Still...her botched attempt at magic hadn't brought up anything bad, and surely it would have if there'd been anything serious. Big things were easier to trigger than normal stuff -- they were usually what hit her when she wasn't expecting it.
The child turned her attention back to Ethan. He wanted them to split up? "No!" she exclaimed, fear suddenly washing over her. Sending her away to keep her safe? No, no no, not again! "I don't...no, stick together. ...Please?" The last word was plaintive, and she fixed the man with a wide-eyed stare. Even if he'd be near, she didn't want to have him farther away.
"Daddy taught me," the girl said, looking away. Cecil seemed upset. But did Machina have emotions? Amuné wasn't sure, but if he looked upset she might as well act as if he did. He really seemed more like a boy than a machine, despite everything. "Umm...Cecil, I'm sorry I said that. And...if you can use grease, I can maybe get you some, next time Wyth catches me something." Ethan said she should wear his coat, and so she put it on, glad to have some protection from the elements. It smelled like him still, even after a night of serving as a blanket, and Amuné was already starting to associate that scent with safety. If he'd wanted to do something, he would have during the night, wouldn't he? But then she reminded herself that she couldn't trust appearences. Still...her botched attempt at magic hadn't brought up anything bad, and surely it would have if there'd been anything serious. Big things were easier to trigger than normal stuff -- they were usually what hit her when she wasn't expecting it.
The child turned her attention back to Ethan. He wanted them to split up? "No!" she exclaimed, fear suddenly washing over her. Sending her away to keep her safe? No, no no, not again! "I don't...no, stick together. ...Please?" The last word was plaintive, and she fixed the man with a wide-eyed stare. Even if he'd be near, she didn't want to have him farther away.
^What he said. -.- *collapses in a heap*
Campsite
The child got to her feet and stretched, before picking up Ethan's coat and shaking it out. "Thank you," she told him softly, placing it by his bag. She gaped at Cecil as he just pulled off his leg and started cleaning it. How...was he really Machina? "But Machina don't look like us!" she blurted, before clapping her hand over her mouth in shame. Flushing red, she was saved further embarrassment by Ethan, who offered her a strip of meat. Amuné shook her head. "We should eat the fresh food first," she informed him, pointing towards the ashes and embers of the fire. She made her way over to the fire and dug herself up another piece of the rabbit from where she'd placed it the night before. The meat had been kept warm by the fire's coals, and Amuné held one hand out to Wyth so he could lick the juice from her fingers with his sandpaper tongue. On more sensitive skin it would hurt, but her palms were calloused from helping her mother grind herbs and from the harvests, when everyone in the village lended a hand.
The Ydran man beckoned her over as he spread out his map, and she joined him. She looked at the markings, and where he indicated, a frown creasing his forehead. Surely he knew how to read it? Why would Ethan have a map if he couldn't? She considered the map, sounding out the names of the towns on it under her breath. A few of the cities she recognized, and her father had shown them to her on a map like this. Judging by the placement and the distance.... The girl stretched out a still-damp finger and pointed, not actually touching it to the map so as not to get the paper dirty. "Here," she mumbled to herself, "and then south...I'm not fast, but how far?" Her finger moved south, pausing, then moving to a town that was not any of the ones Ethan had pointed at. "Here," she said, though she didn't sound entirely certain. "East is that way." She pointed off toward the origin of the light that filtered down through the trees. Privately she was surprised the man had managed to get as far as he had, considering how poor his map skills were.
The child got to her feet and stretched, before picking up Ethan's coat and shaking it out. "Thank you," she told him softly, placing it by his bag. She gaped at Cecil as he just pulled off his leg and started cleaning it. How...was he really Machina? "But Machina don't look like us!" she blurted, before clapping her hand over her mouth in shame. Flushing red, she was saved further embarrassment by Ethan, who offered her a strip of meat. Amuné shook her head. "We should eat the fresh food first," she informed him, pointing towards the ashes and embers of the fire. She made her way over to the fire and dug herself up another piece of the rabbit from where she'd placed it the night before. The meat had been kept warm by the fire's coals, and Amuné held one hand out to Wyth so he could lick the juice from her fingers with his sandpaper tongue. On more sensitive skin it would hurt, but her palms were calloused from helping her mother grind herbs and from the harvests, when everyone in the village lended a hand.
The Ydran man beckoned her over as he spread out his map, and she joined him. She looked at the markings, and where he indicated, a frown creasing his forehead. Surely he knew how to read it? Why would Ethan have a map if he couldn't? She considered the map, sounding out the names of the towns on it under her breath. A few of the cities she recognized, and her father had shown them to her on a map like this. Judging by the placement and the distance.... The girl stretched out a still-damp finger and pointed, not actually touching it to the map so as not to get the paper dirty. "Here," she mumbled to herself, "and then south...I'm not fast, but how far?" Her finger moved south, pausing, then moving to a town that was not any of the ones Ethan had pointed at. "Here," she said, though she didn't sound entirely certain. "East is that way." She pointed off toward the origin of the light that filtered down through the trees. Privately she was surprised the man had managed to get as far as he had, considering how poor his map skills were.
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@Rtron I'm sure there's songs about Banshees. *Ducks Maeve's punch*
Forest camp
When she saw that the other two were gathering firewood, Amuné split off with Wyth. By the time the fire was going, the moorcat had caught a rabbit, and the girl had cleaned it and stuck it on a stick. She found two sturdy forked branches and set up a clumsy spit to cook the meat. She was still really hungry, but at least no longer painfully so. Ethan held out his coat and said she could sleep under it, and the child gave him a shy smile before turning back to the fire. When the rabbit was done she ate some of it, but Amuné found she felt full far faster than she expected, and left most of it for the next day. She settled down and draped the jacket over her, pillowing her head on the moorcat that snuggled up next to her, and was asleep soon after.
Wyth lifted his head when Ethan rose, but stayed put. His girl was still sleeping, and she needed the rest badly, for her sleep had been uneasy since they left home. This was one of the few nights that had passed without her sobbing or crying out. Amuné stirred after a few minutes, and the moorcat looked at her. Grey eyes fluttered open and looked back as the child's dirty contenance brightened slightly with a smile. "Morning Wyth," she whispered, burying her face in his side. She didn't know if she was ready to face the other four yet this morning.
When Ethan started walking around, however, the girl moved so she could watch him. He'd been nice, and he was Ydran and Magi, like her, and he didn't feel dangerous. But then neither had home, and look at what happened there. Amuné suppressed a shudder and pulled his coat closer around her shoulders. She fingered the rough material for a moment. Her father had said that Seers could sometimes tell things about people, though he didn't know how it worked, other than needing a connection to the person. Would something of his, like the coat, be considered a connection? Could she try deliberately to trigger a vision? The child considered. She kept wavering between wanting to trust Ethan and being afraid of what would happen if she slipped up. And he might just change his mind about helping some strange kid without getting anything in return. Her grip on the jacket tightened, and her jaw set. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it? She knew magic was draining, but she needed to know. Her father had taught her the basics, though he'd not been able to teach her anything specific to her gift.
Amuné reached within herself for the power she knew was there, and tried to bring a tiny drop of it to the surface. Her eyes focused on nothing, glazing over. And for a brief moment, there was...something. Nothing she could make out, and it was gone before she even realized that she felt it. A wave of exhaustion passed over her and the girl slouched. She'd not learned anything about Ethan, but at least she'd learned something about herself. She gave herself a shake and focused on the man properly. "Morning," she ventured tentatively. For now, she would wait and see what happened.
When she saw that the other two were gathering firewood, Amuné split off with Wyth. By the time the fire was going, the moorcat had caught a rabbit, and the girl had cleaned it and stuck it on a stick. She found two sturdy forked branches and set up a clumsy spit to cook the meat. She was still really hungry, but at least no longer painfully so. Ethan held out his coat and said she could sleep under it, and the child gave him a shy smile before turning back to the fire. When the rabbit was done she ate some of it, but Amuné found she felt full far faster than she expected, and left most of it for the next day. She settled down and draped the jacket over her, pillowing her head on the moorcat that snuggled up next to her, and was asleep soon after.
Wyth lifted his head when Ethan rose, but stayed put. His girl was still sleeping, and she needed the rest badly, for her sleep had been uneasy since they left home. This was one of the few nights that had passed without her sobbing or crying out. Amuné stirred after a few minutes, and the moorcat looked at her. Grey eyes fluttered open and looked back as the child's dirty contenance brightened slightly with a smile. "Morning Wyth," she whispered, burying her face in his side. She didn't know if she was ready to face the other four yet this morning.
When Ethan started walking around, however, the girl moved so she could watch him. He'd been nice, and he was Ydran and Magi, like her, and he didn't feel dangerous. But then neither had home, and look at what happened there. Amuné suppressed a shudder and pulled his coat closer around her shoulders. She fingered the rough material for a moment. Her father had said that Seers could sometimes tell things about people, though he didn't know how it worked, other than needing a connection to the person. Would something of his, like the coat, be considered a connection? Could she try deliberately to trigger a vision? The child considered. She kept wavering between wanting to trust Ethan and being afraid of what would happen if she slipped up. And he might just change his mind about helping some strange kid without getting anything in return. Her grip on the jacket tightened, and her jaw set. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it? She knew magic was draining, but she needed to know. Her father had taught her the basics, though he'd not been able to teach her anything specific to her gift.
Amuné reached within herself for the power she knew was there, and tried to bring a tiny drop of it to the surface. Her eyes focused on nothing, glazing over. And for a brief moment, there was...something. Nothing she could make out, and it was gone before she even realized that she felt it. A wave of exhaustion passed over her and the girl slouched. She'd not learned anything about Ethan, but at least she'd learned something about herself. She gave herself a shake and focused on the man properly. "Morning," she ventured tentatively. For now, she would wait and see what happened.
@Grif of Hearts Music themes are awesome. Thanks for reminding me to put my team's themes on their sheet. ^.^
@xodus Honestly, I think some straight-up clubs would emerge at Innocence, even if not officially sanctioned. You've got a bunch of young folk; they're going to form up groups to do things they like.
Good luck with all your rl stuff!
Good luck with all your rl stuff!
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