@TheMinorFall With the titans? Haa, I feel you. I ordered a couple new games the other day, and the first (wind waker -- finally gonna get to play it!) arrived today. I've not even had a chance to open it but ooooh man am I excited! *wriggles* Thanks for letting me know, and just post when you can focus. I'll be here.
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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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*has To The Moon feels* ;_;
Amuné shrank farther into her corner when the bad man spoke to them, pressing her cheek against the wall. She prayed that the others would find her soon, that they would get rid of the kidnappers and set her and the other Ydrans free. When the guard finally walked off, she couldn't quite contain a whimper. He didn't hear, but another man did, and he stepped suddenly into view and gave the bars a good kick. "Shut your trap or we'll shut it for you," he snarled. The child let out a shrill "Yeep!" of surprise and clapped her hands over her mouth, shaking. She didn't want to make the bad men angry. They might hurt her, and she was terrified just being near them.
Ethan leaped between Wyth and his prey, telling him to stop. Ears back, the moorcat snarled at him, showing every last one of his sharp teeth. Why was he interfering? This was the man that had taken his girl, he was a predator, a threat. If someone threatened your tribe and hurt them, you got rid of them. It was simple, though Ethan didn't seem to understand that, and kept telling him to stop. But Ethan was the leader. The feline bared his teeth and hissed, a show of strength to the cowed hunter, but did not try to attack again. He permitted Ethan to pet him, but his green eyes remained fixed on the mewling slaver. If the man tried to escape, Wyth would show no mercy.
The moorcat's ears swiveled at a muffled bell sound, but it was what came after that spurred him to action. His girl's voice, faint but audible to his sharp ears. The big building it came from was just a little further down the alley, though the door was shut, and looked sturdy. But a door wasn't the only way in. Every sense alert, Wyth heard voices, though his girl was again silent. But this was the place, it had to be, he'd heard her and she needed him. Gathering himself, he leaped for the boarded-up window.
Such measures were designed to keep out casual passers-by, not nearly three hundred pounds of determined feline. The boards smashed inwards, with a dreadful racket and he landed smack in the middle of the card game. Shocked slavers scrambled to recover and to draw whatever weapon they had closest to hand, for Wyth was upon them immediately. He could see his girl there in the corner, and he would protect her. The cat didn't bother for finesse, leaping on the nearest foe from behind and simply sinking his teeth into the joint where head met neck, downing him and going after the next.
Ethan leaped between Wyth and his prey, telling him to stop. Ears back, the moorcat snarled at him, showing every last one of his sharp teeth. Why was he interfering? This was the man that had taken his girl, he was a predator, a threat. If someone threatened your tribe and hurt them, you got rid of them. It was simple, though Ethan didn't seem to understand that, and kept telling him to stop. But Ethan was the leader. The feline bared his teeth and hissed, a show of strength to the cowed hunter, but did not try to attack again. He permitted Ethan to pet him, but his green eyes remained fixed on the mewling slaver. If the man tried to escape, Wyth would show no mercy.
The moorcat's ears swiveled at a muffled bell sound, but it was what came after that spurred him to action. His girl's voice, faint but audible to his sharp ears. The big building it came from was just a little further down the alley, though the door was shut, and looked sturdy. But a door wasn't the only way in. Every sense alert, Wyth heard voices, though his girl was again silent. But this was the place, it had to be, he'd heard her and she needed him. Gathering himself, he leaped for the boarded-up window.
Such measures were designed to keep out casual passers-by, not nearly three hundred pounds of determined feline. The boards smashed inwards, with a dreadful racket and he landed smack in the middle of the card game. Shocked slavers scrambled to recover and to draw whatever weapon they had closest to hand, for Wyth was upon them immediately. He could see his girl there in the corner, and he would protect her. The cat didn't bother for finesse, leaping on the nearest foe from behind and simply sinking his teeth into the joint where head met neck, downing him and going after the next.
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>Post-revolutionary
Did you mean post-Civil War? =P
I figure they know, but the rules seem specifically designed to keep them from being slain. *shrug* Just an observation, really. *amused* Well. That and Maxwell being his usual squishy don't-kill-them self.
Did you mean post-Civil War? =P
I figure they know, but the rules seem specifically designed to keep them from being slain. *shrug* Just an observation, really. *amused* Well. That and Maxwell being his usual squishy don't-kill-them self.
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Maxwell: ...you do realize that by killing the Tuatha you'd be killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, right? Just throwing that out there. Even if the rules didn't make it necessary to keep them alive.
"Oh, I know." She ignored the ghoul's laughter and kept her gaze on Tsitua, noting the way he glanced at her friend, and the change in his expression. "Believe me, I know." A shadow in Amuné's eyes echoed the one in the eyes of the man across from her. Perhaps it wasn't quite the same, but she knew the pain of loss and how it felt to think it was your own fault. It was enough. She dropped her eyes and focused on getting a grape tomato with her fork. "That's...why I can't just throw my lot in with someone who just turned up, with no clear motive and no clear proof." The young woman glanced at him through her eyelashes before returning her attention to the stubborn vegetable. "I'll be leaving here, at least, to somewhere better. And I'll make a decision as to where by tonight. But I can't just make that choice without really thinking it through, not when I have the luxury of doing so." Tomato captured, she looked back up. "I hope you understand," she finished quietly. She paused long enough to eat that bite before speaking again. "I don't expect you'll be letting me slip away on my own, so you and your friends are welcome to come, even if I choose my retreat, and not yours. That much I can agree on." Her smile was resigned.
Jareth poked at his fries, his brow knit and his expression troubled. He was having a little trouble taking in all the new things -- he was quite certain the waitress had fangs, and that she wasn't remotely human. He couldn't remember not knowing Amuné was a Seer. Ever since she'd moved in, she was the girl down the street with the sad eyes and the shy smile, and the magic that made her special. The first two had gone away as she'd grown older. Someone who hadn't watched the change might not recognize her at first, but she was the same girl that had watched him from her window and hidden when he caught her looking. And he wanted her to be alright, but what could he do?
((@TheMinorFall Think I figured out a reason for him to come with. ^.^))
Jareth poked at his fries, his brow knit and his expression troubled. He was having a little trouble taking in all the new things -- he was quite certain the waitress had fangs, and that she wasn't remotely human. He couldn't remember not knowing Amuné was a Seer. Ever since she'd moved in, she was the girl down the street with the sad eyes and the shy smile, and the magic that made her special. The first two had gone away as she'd grown older. Someone who hadn't watched the change might not recognize her at first, but she was the same girl that had watched him from her window and hidden when he caught her looking. And he wanted her to be alright, but what could he do?
((@TheMinorFall Think I figured out a reason for him to come with. ^.^))
Now the question is how to get Jareth to come with. He's pretty serious about his degree...I could have him come with because of an instinct. He /might/ get taken as leverage to draw Amune out, I suppose, if he stays behind. I'm really not sure what would work well...
>incompetent
>assumptions
>can protect Amune
>dumbfounded she doubts this
>she has no clue who he is and he just turned up
Haa, he's funny. <3
Anyhow, I was watching Lucifer and gaming, not in that order. Also battle challenger on subeta -- now I'm here again! *wriggle*
>assumptions
>can protect Amune
>dumbfounded she doubts this
>she has no clue who he is and he just turned up
Haa, he's funny. <3
Anyhow, I was watching Lucifer and gaming, not in that order. Also battle challenger on subeta -- now I'm here again! *wriggle*
*kisses fingers and raises three of them*
I mean, I /could/, but it would be ridiculously short? Like...one paragraph? Wyth doesn't understand pure speech, only general ideas he's accustomed to hearing and tone. So he can't proceed without someone heading off first.
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