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2 yrs ago
Current The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation.
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8 yrs ago
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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8 yrs ago
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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8 yrs ago
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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8 yrs ago
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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In Artanis 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Amuné quickly shook her head at the question. She hadn’t meant he was a liar...but now that she considered it.... “You could be, though, and maybe I just can’t tell.” She lifted her head to look at him again, wiping the worst of the tears away with her sleeve. “I can’t always -- and that hurts even worse.” She grimaced, looking at the damp spots on her skirt. “It’s better knowing, even when they hate me for it because they think I--” The girl bit her lip and her gaze flicked up to Cain for a single guilty moment. “Why is the truth such a bad thing?” she asked instead, looking away again. “Why does everyone want to hide it?”

@TheMinorFall
In Artanis 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
She was only mildly curious about what he was doing, though her crying had gone from sobs to sniffles. When Cain pressed the gift into her hands, she looked at it for a moment. She thought he meant well by it, but all Amuné could think of just then was how people hid venom behind smiles. Her expression twisted in disgust and hurt. “No!” She threw the thing from her, and it slid across the sparse grass that grew below the willow’s shade. “I hate masks! They’re just more lies!” It didn’t matter that it wasn’t really the accessory she disliked, but the idea it represented. The girl pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her skirts, tears flowing freely again. Polite society was nothing but saying one thing even if you meant another, with layers of subtlety and never, ever being truly honest. She hated it.

@TheMinorFall
So Summer and Winter kept circling each other. How long, Sini wondered, before fighting broke out again? What problems would renewed hostilities bring for Spring -- and how might they turn it to their advantage? Whatever planning she did to counter anticipated troubles, it would still be necessary to keep an eye on the activities of the other courts, but that was nothing new.

Falk’s proposal, however, was completely unexpected. “He did what?” she said, surprise written clearly on her face and in the flare of her wings. Shock quickly gave way to consideration, as Sini weighed the new turn of events. “He’s up to something, of course. He does nothing without a reason, and the game he plays is long indeed.” Most likely longer than either of them had been alive. The sylph had heard a great deal of speculation on the Fall King over the years, but never had anyone had more than a guess at his goals, and often not even that. “The Queen of Winter is clever, and her heart is cold. She would see both the risk and the benefit in that offer. You say ‘proposed’ -- so I gather it is neither accepted nor denied.” Understanding flashed in the blue of her eyes. “Oh! She set him a test, did she not?” It was not always done, but it was the right of any fey, should they wish, to set a challenge before accepting a suitor. It could be anything from a mere formality to impossible, depending on how they felt about the matter. Arys, of course, would try to find something to ensure Falk’s intentions. Sini wondered what the task was, but the thought of Falk playing the role of a suitor on a quest was so incongruous that she couldn’t help but let out a peal of laughter at the ludicrous image.

Her amusement was quick to subside, and her expression turned serious again. “While that should be interesting to see, I worry what it means for Spring. Falk has never had any fondness for Spring, nor for you, and if he can field the forces of Winter in addition to his own we will be hard pressed to fend them off. It is not impossible, but the cost will be great. Likewise should he support Arys when Winter and Summer next go at each other’s throats.” Of course an outright attack was not the only way, but subterfuge gained far less from a close alliance between the two Unseelie Courts, save perhaps that they might not need to watch each other quite so closely. Sini didn’t think such trust was likely, but whatever trouble came, the balance of the seasons was shifting. It might not be possible to stop it, but if connections were used properly, Spring could weather the storm. “Nor do I think allying with Summer ourselves will be enough -- especially since, as you said, Feoras’ judgement is impaired when it comes to Winter.” Nyx would have already reached a similar conclusion. “That means it is necessary to--” the sylph paused as a stray breeze sent by one of the palace guards blew through the garden. The Archon’s guest from Winter had arrived, it whispered in the ears of ruler and knight. “--Strengthen our ties to Winter,” Sini finished, smiling in satisfaction.
@Belle I do! =P

Working on a post. It's half done right now. @Prince of Seraphs

EDIT: Done! Sini will accompany Nyx, if he wishes to meet Grexx somewhere other than in the garden, but I left that open so you can handle it however works best.
@Belle ...You said Alys instead of Arys and I got really confused because I'm playing an Alys in another rp. Also I find that even with bit nails I can leave scratches if one of them is uneven.

I need to find time to drag my muse out of her hole. X.x I will post for sure before Monday. Let me wrestle with her for a while.
Wyth was groggy, and very worried about his girl. He hadn't been able to keep the men from grabbing her. One kept him on the long stick, and the other grabbed her, and then they'd turned to run. He'd managed to jump after them, scoring a killing blow on the one, but he was too weak to get the other.

When Ethan removed the dart from his shoulder it helped some, as did time, but Wyth needed to find his girl /now/. She was in trouble and it was his job to keep her safe and look after her. Ethan ran off, and the moorcat managed to drag himself slowly after. He wavered on his feet when he finally reached the man again, who'd run into the others they were travelling with. Good. More hunters meant more help for his girl.

A sudden person right in his face made him jerk backwards, nearly falling over again. The man his girl didn't like. She wasn't around, so he just watched Zander warily, though he snarled a warning when the man grabbed his paw. He wasn't in the mood for playing. The man seemed to be trying to do something, however, and he looked earnest about it.

The giant feline didn't really understand what the healer was doing. Not until the heaviness left his limbs and the fog cleared from his head did it make sense. And the man was being unpleasantly rough about it, so Wyth put his teeth into the man's arm -- not enough to do any damage, but enough to get his attention. That got him a yell, and the cat's ears went back. Stupid man, yelling at him when he wasn't the one doing the hurting! The change in tone indicated the man realized his mistake. Better. Maybe the kit wasn't beyond training. Wyth hoped that was the case. People-kittens were frustratingly hard to train, but it would be better for his girl if she and this man would get along.

Once Zander was on his feet, the moorcat moved close and brushed against the man's side. Of course, Wyth was a large cat, and a brush from him carried considerable weight behind it. Then he looked at the group, hoping one of them would have some idea where they could look for his girl. He would have difficulty retracing the route to where she'd been taken, and tracking wasn't really one of his skills.
In Artanis 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
((D'aww~))

She was startled by his appearance, shying away from the sudden and unwanted company. It took her a moment to recognize him, and then she was confused. What was Cain doing here? Did he have business at the Academy? Amuné wasn’t really in the mood for people, but...he was different. His feelings didn’t press at her, and at the moment that was all she cared about. Even if it was compassion or sympathy, she didn’t want it intruding on her thoughts.

Amuné couldn’t keep from flinching when he went to wipe her tears, but she let him do it, even though her cheeks were wet again in moments. She had no idea what to think when he put his mask on her face. Maybe Cain thought it would make her feel better? “D-does it help when you’re sad?” she asked, the words stuttering out between sobs. “Wearing a m-mask?”
@Ojo chan 42 Nerf darts and socks are only approved weapons without earning points through night missions, for this group. =/ I'd totally be down for whacking people with foam staves and swords!
In Artanis 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Life at the Liddell Academy had a simple and fairly steady routine. About half of a day was devoted to classes. The other half, the children were left to their own devices, within reason, though there were class assignments and practice to do as well. When not studying, many of them occupied themselves with sedate and respectable pastimes, as was expected of the nobility. Only the youngest ones ran wild, and Amuné sorely missed the freedom to do things that might get her clothing dirty. At least she’d learned how to keep more or less clean when wandering afield, allowing her a broader range than most of the others cared to have.

So while the girl had places to go when she wished to be left alone, when she was truly hurting and didn’t want to have to deal with anyone, even the people she liked, she fled the campus proper, scaling the wall using a tangle of ivy when she was too distraught to shift. Today was such a day. It hardly mattered what had started it, but a few particularly vicious comments had hit their mark, past the thickened skin she’d developed over five years of teasing. She’d choked back tears long enough to walk away with her head held high, but as soon as she was out of sight she’d broken into a run and fled outright. Through the halls, taking a detour through the kitchen to avoid as many of the other students as she could. Amuné got along well with most of the servants, including the cook staff, and they wouldn’t tell on her. She couldn’t answer the couple people who spared the intruder enough attention to see the tears streaking her face, so she shook her head and kept moving. Out the door, through the kitchen garden, up the ivy and down the far side of the wall, then across the few yards of open grass and into the forest.

Once in the shadow of the trees the child slowed her pace and stopped trying to hold her tears in, now sobbing in earnest. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if that would somehow lessen the hurt, not paying attention to where she was going as long as it was away. Her feet knew a number of the trails, and she ended up under the branches of the old willow tree, not far from where the creek ran through the woods. Amuné leaned against the trunk, letting the bark dig into her forehead. Being called names she could handle. Them saying she was a bad noble might even be true. And she was a very minor noble, and she didn’t see anything wrong with commoners so that wasn’t even an insult. But saying her parents would have disowned her, for her creepy magic -- or that they’d gotten themselves killed just to get away from her...they could hardly have said anything worse.

@TheMinorFall
@Ojo chan 42 Ooh, sounds like fun~!

@Belle Right? But I'm in terrible shape. I bet if there was Larping nearby I wouldn't be so much, though I will admit that Humans vs. Zombies didn't inspire me to great effort. Mostly because I have terrible aim with a nerf gun and thrown sock balls. x.x
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