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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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@Vena Sera Yay!
@TheMinorFall Is Queen...regarded positively? Seen as a menace?
"Ah, that's shame." Cera shrugged. "Let me guess, here on work then?" Her gaze shifted to the door, which was just swinging shut behind Amuné's group. Her brows shot up in surprise as the rather unassuming ghoul in front of her set his mask on the table. "Well, I didn't know we were hosting a celebrity." Her smile was quick to return. "It's a shame today is Bart's day off, he's always all over it any time news of you hits the net." Her expression clouded as she turned her attention to the Queen he'd mentioned. "There's been a rumor of a ghoul going by that name, but nothing solid." She changed her position and glanced back at the entrance to the kitchen. "Look, I really shouldn't be passing information while on the clock, but if you're after her...I'm sure there's a reason. Gimme a minute, okay?"

The vampire turned and vanished into the kitchen. When she returned, she no longer wore her apron. "C'mon," she said, gesturing for Orion to follow her. "I'm taking my fifteen, so we can talk.” She headed around a corner and out onto a small balcony area overlooking the alley behind the building. Aside from putting on a pair of sunglasses, she didn’t seem to have any trouble with the afternoon sun, though she did choose to stand in the shade instead of directly in its light. “So there really is a Queen, huh?” Cera leaned against the railing around the balcony, crossing one leg across the other. “Lots of people claim they’ve seen her, but no two stories match, so I had doubts.” The waitress tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear and considered. “There’s some guy called Wolf that works for her, though. Him I know more about. Very well known, that one. Seems to be a lieutenant, or maybe her second. I’ll tell you what I can, but I don’t know how useful it’ll be. What do you want to know?”

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Back on campus, Amuné and Jareth headed in separate directions. The latter had a class to get to, and the Seer needed to let various professors and instructors know that she was going to be missing class. Then she headed back to her dorm. Her roommate was there when she opened the door, and leaned her chair back far enough that she could tip her head to look at Amuné upsidedown . “Hey, there! How’d that test you mentioned go?” she asked around the piece of gum in her mouth.
“Oh, it was cake. Somehow the prof left all the hard stuff off, so I spent that time studying for nothing.”
“Man, I’m not surprised. You always get good grades, ‘Ne, I’m so jealous.” Kirsten blew a bubble and popped it. “Whereas the rest of us actually have to work to keep our GPA up.” She laughed, but her grin faded when Amuné only returned a distracted smile. “Something up? You seem troubled.”
“Oh...yeah, I’m sorry. A good friend from back when I was still in foster care, he’s in real trouble, and I’m the closest thing he has to family. He’s out on the west coast, so I’ll be flying out there. No idea how long it’s going to take.”
The other girl gasped. “Goodness, I’m sorry to hear that! Yes, you go -- gosh I hope things get better for him soon, but at least he has you, right?”
“Thanks Kirsten.” Amuné smiled. Her roommate might seem a bit ditzy on the surface, but she was very compassionate and always willing to help out. “Hey, could you give me a hand packing? I need to be on my way by six so I can head by my parents’ place and get a ride to the airport.”

((I can skip that scene ahead to meeting Tsitua whenever you like, but I don't want to have Orion too far behind.))
@TheMinorFall hmm. I dunno what you have for Blood Warriors, or what exactly they are, but it's entirely possible that a local Blood Warrior supports the truce zone, and so it's at least unofficially part of the Pact. I don't think I want to formalize it, as that brings all sorts of farther reaching politics and potentially arbitrary rules.

I have no idea what you'd like them to have in the way of information, and...hm. Giving informatioon might be frowned on by the Upstairs But they totally know information dealers, and might talk off-duty. If Queen is wanted by the humans, I doubt they care, unless she's drawing unwanted attention to their community. If she's causing trouble in the community, it might be a different matter. Hm, I wonder, how much killing each other does this town allow...? There's always the potential, and certainly not everyone fopllows the rules, but...hm.

Also wondering what they'd know about Blankface in general.
Amuné pursed her lips as a member of Tsitua's team demonstrated their utter disregard for her privacy. She had to remind herself that they were probably leery of otera as well, and perhaps did not realize how it appeared to her. She couldn't let dislike cloud her judgement. "I have no intention of sharing your private information with others. And if you think I have any attachment to the government, you couldn't be farther from the truth." Government officials, human or otherwise, ranked rather high on the list of people she did not trust at all.

The mention of a flower shop got a lifted eyebrow, but she waved a hand at the compact storefront a few feet away. "Right there," the young lady said. "Thank you for lunch, and I'll see you this evening." With that, she turned to walk off. Jareth gave a wave and a mostly cheerful farewell, then followed suit.

"So what do you think?" he asked, once they were a couple blocks away.
"I have no idea what to think," his friend replied, furrowing her brow. "But one thing is certain, trouble is on its way." Amuné shook her head. "Looks like I'd bwetter make my excuses for classes, shouldn't I?"

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The waitress came over to the Orion's table. "How're ya doing, cutie?" she asked, flashing a wide smile at him. "I'm Cera, and I'll be taking care of you. Special today is elf -- a young one, actually, so that's particularly rare. Donated, of course."

@TheMinorFall
@TheMinorFall. Hmm. Do vampires count as demons, then? ..Did he look at the menu at all? If it's possible to tell he's not human, they would have given he m the special menu. There's certainly both human meat and blood on it, and I wouldn't be surprised if they served various other kinds of people meat, as well as magical creatures.

Unfortunately if he eats the waitress, he will no longer be welcome in this town, and it may have repercussions even voyond. Some groups with a presence heree and elsewhere will put up a notice that a violator of a trucezone is fair game and encouraged as a target. Might be fun though.
@TheMinorFall. Ooh nice~
@AlexStarsion NOt clear on why they used the grass whistle if they're going to join the others.
Amuné nodded. "Yes, I figured as much." She finished the last bit of her salad and slid the bowl a few inches further away. When she did, Jareth dropped the fry he was playing with and looked up. Usually he ate like he was starving, but concern about what was coming had made him misplace his appetite. The young lady noticed, her eyes taking in the mound of fries that remained, but she made no comment, instead getting to her feet. She said farewell to Curly on their way out, who gave them a cheerful wave.

As she descended the stairs, the college student pulled out her phone. "What's your number?" she asked Tsitua, swiping her thumb across the screen to unlock it. "I'll be ready by six thirty, but I'll need to let you know where to meet me." Amuné figured he or his cronies would be keeping an eye on her, but she didn't want to set the location in advance. The less time he had to scope the place out, the harder it would be to pull off an ambush.

((can add to if needed, but do need to know if he gives her a number @TheMinorFall))
@TheMinorFall Ahaha, I know. Need to get Majora's Mask, too. I didn't grow up with video games, so I'm catching up now. ^.^;;
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