@tsukune Aha! Another multitasker with attention issues! *glomps* I get distracted so easily, and even if I can focus solely on one thing, I often get bored if I don't have a couple at once. Boredom is the biggest problem. I think my sleep issues are separate, thoguh I suppose an overactive imagination might exacerbate my troubles.
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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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Shock wrote itself across the Seer's features, but it didn't root her in place. Instead she grabbed the nearest thing that might be used to defend herself, or else dove for her knife, if there was nothing to hand. That was two, now, that had defied her Sight, and relying on it as she did to help keep her safe, the girl was understandably anxious. The newcomer was blinding, a power beyond any she'd ever encountered, or even imagined. Ancient, and able to see right through her. Amuné felt naked under his gaze, and she didn't like it. Her instinctive reaction, pounded into her over years of torment, was one of fear. The young Seer did not think this was someone she had any chance against. Mae's reaction gave her pause, but she couldn't tell if it was respect or fear.
But the man -- Ketsuoana, apparently -- was overwhelming. Her sensory web was blown away, tangles and all, and suddenly it was a simple matter to pull herself together, to reestablish a solid, steady pattern. That, and the impressions she got from both him and Mae, made the girl think perhaps he did not mean her ill. However she felt no tremors in future paths from him, nothing at all save for an impossible level of energy, and the two still scared her. Amuné relaxed from her active combat stance, but she was still wary, and she didn't relinquish her weapon. Instead she waited, watching with her pulse beating in her ears. It was his move, and she wanted to see what he'd do.
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Cera didn't really like the hand on her head. It was far too familial for her tastes, but she tolerated it well enough. "Oh I know we will. Or you will -- I guess it doesn't matter too much. Bart, Zane...it's too late for it to do them any good. But we won't stand back and watch." A fierce smile, full of teeth, spread across her face. "And if you're the one that gets Queenie, you give her one for me, yeah?" She watched Cain leave before going to help the other staff with recovery.
But the man -- Ketsuoana, apparently -- was overwhelming. Her sensory web was blown away, tangles and all, and suddenly it was a simple matter to pull herself together, to reestablish a solid, steady pattern. That, and the impressions she got from both him and Mae, made the girl think perhaps he did not mean her ill. However she felt no tremors in future paths from him, nothing at all save for an impossible level of energy, and the two still scared her. Amuné relaxed from her active combat stance, but she was still wary, and she didn't relinquish her weapon. Instead she waited, watching with her pulse beating in her ears. It was his move, and she wanted to see what he'd do.
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Cera didn't really like the hand on her head. It was far too familial for her tastes, but she tolerated it well enough. "Oh I know we will. Or you will -- I guess it doesn't matter too much. Bart, Zane...it's too late for it to do them any good. But we won't stand back and watch." A fierce smile, full of teeth, spread across her face. "And if you're the one that gets Queenie, you give her one for me, yeah?" She watched Cain leave before going to help the other staff with recovery.
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>Fluid writing thing
Did you mean: stream of consciousness? I do that too -- or rather, I write as if I'm talking when it's for the purpose of a conversation. I also make use of multiple messages when using a real-time medium, which is a habit I didn't have originally but picked up from others like five years ago, maybe a little less. Now I can't get rid of it. -.-;;
@Shoryu Magami Oh dear. Whatever's up, you take care. *hugs*
The notes in my brain are a bit like yours -- except several dozen topics. x.x And I'm with you, while I excelled at school up to my meltdown in high school, if I wasn't interested learning it is hard. Somehow I managed to be interested in just about anything, if it was for school, up until the aforementioned meltdown.
>Fluid writing thing
Did you mean: stream of consciousness? I do that too -- or rather, I write as if I'm talking when it's for the purpose of a conversation. I also make use of multiple messages when using a real-time medium, which is a habit I didn't have originally but picked up from others like five years ago, maybe a little less. Now I can't get rid of it. -.-;;
@Shoryu Magami Oh dear. Whatever's up, you take care. *hugs*
The notes in my brain are a bit like yours -- except several dozen topics. x.x And I'm with you, while I excelled at school up to my meltdown in high school, if I wasn't interested learning it is hard. Somehow I managed to be interested in just about anything, if it was for school, up until the aforementioned meltdown.
@TheMinorFall HOly crud. ...I thought he was dead? Whatever, you have me and Amune both shocked. <3
@TheMinorFall I gotta be heading to bed, alas, but I'll be able to reply again in the morning. *snugs* Glad to see you again. Even if it was only a couple days. ^.^;;
"I am." Even if she hadn't already spoken of her abilities in front of the other woman, Amuné suspected most of the base knew about her. So much for keeping to herself. "And he did, yes." She heard Mae's words, and frowned. No, despite her efforts, the fact that she believed he meant well, she didn't really trust Tsitua. "I've known him for a day. And I would say that's not really knowing someone." The young woman's voice turned sharp. "Would you have me put my faith into every Tom, Dick, or Harry that crosses my path, even if their particular sob story is true?" Her expression twisted in disgust. It was a tactic that had been tried before. One time they'd sent a child--
"If he feels responsible for me, that is /his/ problem, not mine. I didn't ask for him to step in. I didn't ask for any of this. You think I /like/ it? Knowing what could go wrong? Knowing what might have been, if things were different?" Amuné knew she wasn't handling it well, knew that between the stress of being targeted again, of old memories stirred up and Zane's death, she was at her limit. The emotional turmoil was affecting her control, which then made things worse, but she couldn't get a good hold on it. The tight, steady pattern was coming undone, tendrils of her power sweeping out at random. Usually her signature was subdued, a side effect of the tight weave she used, but now the Seer flared bright. "You think I like being blamed, simply because I knew my mother would die before it happened? That I like being seen as a tool, a target? Chased after because my power might be useful? Do you think for an instant, if I could change the past so I'd been born without it, that I wouldn't leap at the chance? Sight is less a gift and more a curse." Amuné spat the words. Her hands had curled into fists and she was pacing again, trying to keep her breathing steady and let out some of the anger in a harmless way. "There is no 'safe' for me, not ever. And it doesn't matter how well-intentioned someone is. 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions'. Actions have unforeseen results and I can't forget that, not for one instant. So don't tell me I'm insulting when I have every reason to be wary, and every reason to doubt the outcome." A ripple ran through the growing tangle of energy surrounding the Seer. "Shadows lie heavy on the land, and they will grow darker before there is even any hope of dawn. So /excuse/ me for seeing that we head into darkness."
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The vampire squeezed his hand tightly, but she didn't look up. "He is -- was -- one of the sweetest, happiest guys I know," she said sadly, tears leaving dark spots where they soaked into her pants after dripping from her face. "He had never hurt anyone. I doubt he ever would, not if there was another way." By the time Orion returned, her hands were clenched, her jaw set. Cera was angry, and the expression she turned on him when he spoke her name held echoes of the deadly and uninhibited creature she'd once been. But it only lasted a moment before she shook her head. "That we do," she replied, getting to her feet in a single, smooth motion. "But whatever this Circle of Death is...and as much as I'd like to drain any others dry...that's not who I am anymore. My place is here, with the others." Quite suddenly she pulled the ghoul into a hug, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll be thinking of you, cutie," she added, though it was a half-hearted flirt at best. "Don't blame yourself too much. Whatever's going on, sounds like it's bigger than any of us."
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"If he feels responsible for me, that is /his/ problem, not mine. I didn't ask for him to step in. I didn't ask for any of this. You think I /like/ it? Knowing what could go wrong? Knowing what might have been, if things were different?" Amuné knew she wasn't handling it well, knew that between the stress of being targeted again, of old memories stirred up and Zane's death, she was at her limit. The emotional turmoil was affecting her control, which then made things worse, but she couldn't get a good hold on it. The tight, steady pattern was coming undone, tendrils of her power sweeping out at random. Usually her signature was subdued, a side effect of the tight weave she used, but now the Seer flared bright. "You think I like being blamed, simply because I knew my mother would die before it happened? That I like being seen as a tool, a target? Chased after because my power might be useful? Do you think for an instant, if I could change the past so I'd been born without it, that I wouldn't leap at the chance? Sight is less a gift and more a curse." Amuné spat the words. Her hands had curled into fists and she was pacing again, trying to keep her breathing steady and let out some of the anger in a harmless way. "There is no 'safe' for me, not ever. And it doesn't matter how well-intentioned someone is. 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions'. Actions have unforeseen results and I can't forget that, not for one instant. So don't tell me I'm insulting when I have every reason to be wary, and every reason to doubt the outcome." A ripple ran through the growing tangle of energy surrounding the Seer. "Shadows lie heavy on the land, and they will grow darker before there is even any hope of dawn. So /excuse/ me for seeing that we head into darkness."
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The vampire squeezed his hand tightly, but she didn't look up. "He is -- was -- one of the sweetest, happiest guys I know," she said sadly, tears leaving dark spots where they soaked into her pants after dripping from her face. "He had never hurt anyone. I doubt he ever would, not if there was another way." By the time Orion returned, her hands were clenched, her jaw set. Cera was angry, and the expression she turned on him when he spoke her name held echoes of the deadly and uninhibited creature she'd once been. But it only lasted a moment before she shook her head. "That we do," she replied, getting to her feet in a single, smooth motion. "But whatever this Circle of Death is...and as much as I'd like to drain any others dry...that's not who I am anymore. My place is here, with the others." Quite suddenly she pulled the ghoul into a hug, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll be thinking of you, cutie," she added, though it was a half-hearted flirt at best. "Don't blame yourself too much. Whatever's going on, sounds like it's bigger than any of us."
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@TheMinorFall Ahaha, actually...^.^;; firstly, I don't think "Minor's in the military", I think "Minor's a doctor-type dude". Military is more incidental, though I do remember you saying something along those lines. Secondly, it took me a minute to even remember why something like that would be said today, given that I keep thinking it's a day later in the week and I've never been particularly aware of Veteran's Day to start with. It's been mentioned a couple times here, but not as much as it would have been if I were not on vacation. So...you're welcome, I guess? I'll try to remember for the future that you find that sort of thing bothersome -- assuming I remember I'm supposed to say it to begin with, I guess. ^.^;;
@TheMinorFall That falls under "having a life". Well. **demanding job? Whatever. <3
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She looked confused at the nickname, but it didn't take magic to figure out why his face fell as it did, and her eyes widened as they filled with tears. He'd shown her enough of his daughter that, while she didn't really think they looked that much alike, she could intuit where the name had come from. Amuné watched him go, wrestling her emotions back under control. It was harder, with a fresh loss she'd not even had time to process.
Mae spoke, and the Seer looked over at the other woman, wiping her eyes on the back of her wrist. "Yeah, I...sorta guessed." She glanced at the door briefly. "How long has it been since he...?" "Lost" seemed inaccurate, and saying Tsitua had needed to kill the girl would be incredibly bad taste. She was curious, to some extent, but Amuné was also grasping at straws. Just a bit longer. Just until she wouldn't make things worse if she shared what she'd Seen, and then she could excuse herself to mourn without worrying that someone would put the pieces together.
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The kami looked over at the newest arrival. He'd come too late for the fighting, but he seemed to be aligned with the one that had stepped in. "Cain, then. I am Sini. And you are?" She removed the spike that had killed Zane, closing his eyes and moving him to lie beside the fallen ghoul. A somewhat stained cloth appeared in her hands, and she draped it over the corpse. "'Put a stop to this'?" she echoed, frowning. "You speak as if this is but part of a larger movement. I had thought there were signs of organization...." Sini trailed off, thoughtful, then shook her head. "Regardless, the pact of neutrality has been violated. If there are others that worked with the attacker, they shall pay the price. Even if we wished to, we could not keep this news quiet." She tilted her head to the side. "The Circle of Death...I will remember that name. Again, you have our thanks -- and mine."
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Cera arrived not too long after. The battle hadn't lasted very long, and cleanup was well underway by the time she burst through the door. A few words with Curly, who had his shoulder bandaged by then, and she knew the rough details of what had happened. Her eyes met Orion's briefly, but she did not smile. Instead she went to where the two bodies lay, and knelt beside them. Bart was her friend, and she at least interacted with Zane on a semi-regular basis. It was hard to believe they were gone.
She looked confused at the nickname, but it didn't take magic to figure out why his face fell as it did, and her eyes widened as they filled with tears. He'd shown her enough of his daughter that, while she didn't really think they looked that much alike, she could intuit where the name had come from. Amuné watched him go, wrestling her emotions back under control. It was harder, with a fresh loss she'd not even had time to process.
Mae spoke, and the Seer looked over at the other woman, wiping her eyes on the back of her wrist. "Yeah, I...sorta guessed." She glanced at the door briefly. "How long has it been since he...?" "Lost" seemed inaccurate, and saying Tsitua had needed to kill the girl would be incredibly bad taste. She was curious, to some extent, but Amuné was also grasping at straws. Just a bit longer. Just until she wouldn't make things worse if she shared what she'd Seen, and then she could excuse herself to mourn without worrying that someone would put the pieces together.
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The kami looked over at the newest arrival. He'd come too late for the fighting, but he seemed to be aligned with the one that had stepped in. "Cain, then. I am Sini. And you are?" She removed the spike that had killed Zane, closing his eyes and moving him to lie beside the fallen ghoul. A somewhat stained cloth appeared in her hands, and she draped it over the corpse. "'Put a stop to this'?" she echoed, frowning. "You speak as if this is but part of a larger movement. I had thought there were signs of organization...." Sini trailed off, thoughtful, then shook her head. "Regardless, the pact of neutrality has been violated. If there are others that worked with the attacker, they shall pay the price. Even if we wished to, we could not keep this news quiet." She tilted her head to the side. "The Circle of Death...I will remember that name. Again, you have our thanks -- and mine."
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Cera arrived not too long after. The battle hadn't lasted very long, and cleanup was well underway by the time she burst through the door. A few words with Curly, who had his shoulder bandaged by then, and she knew the rough details of what had happened. Her eyes met Orion's briefly, but she did not smile. Instead she went to where the two bodies lay, and knelt beside them. Bart was her friend, and she at least interacted with Zane on a semi-regular basis. It was hard to believe they were gone.
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