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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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@pugbutter Haa, I actually came across that while looking for the song I thought I knew, but that'd be cheating, so I didn't. Plus I've never heard of it. ^.^
I've seen a few of these wandering the internet. So...

Two ladies fight to the death over a pair of shoes (probably my favorite of these).

@pugbutter I feel like it should be Repo! but I'm not sure. Aren't those in the lyrics of one of the songs somwhere? They make DNA.
"Some," Dawn answered, moving to the govenor's side. Streak had emerged from her collar, and she tried to soothe the chipmunk's anxiety. "Ones that kill cow, yes. Small, groups three to three fives. But another drive them off. Not sure for that. Something stronger. Bigger. And ones in house...no." She shook her head with a frown. "Maybe that bigger one and another. Maybe two others? But both smarter ones. Very bad." She looked over at William for a moment before returning her attention to Streak. As the town's chief, he did his best to look after all of the people there. But since they looked to him for guidance, he had to appear strong, even if he was uncertain. She could not always tell what the man was thinking. Dawn wanted to believe he had a plan in mind, or at least the start of one. But at the same time, she was starting to wonder. If he had an idea, he would act far more /certain/, instead of this calm composure. She'd seen him be a man of action, but what good would it do for him to gather more information? She'd asked about their demons. The Pale Faces had many kinds, but they did not separate them by kind but rather by purpose. Demons of greed, demons of sloth, demons of pride. Sometimes she wondered how they had survived in their old land, when the ones who handled the metaphysical aspects of their lives knew so little, and passed so little of it on.

Her people knew how to tell demons apart just as one might tell apart the different kinds of fish. And just as different fish liked different bait, and preferred different waters, so too did spirits. You did not try to catch a bottom feeder as you did a fish of the shallows, and you did not ward off a demon like those that had slaughtered the cow as you would the ones that entered the house. But all the villagers here knew only how to resist temptations from such spirits, and weak gestures with little substance.

Nor did William wish to listen to her expertise in such matters. She had sworn to their God, she had given up many of the familiar touchstones of her old life. In return, she was met with wary acceptance and constant criticism. Everything from the clothes she wore and the beads in her hair to whether she should be ranging far in the forests and what days she might go out and which days she must do nothing but listen to their stories, ones that had huge questions they could not answer. She had promised to guide them, to protect them in their new home from the things they did not understand, but she could not do this if they didn't /listen/.

No, she needed to be patient with them. What was it they were always saying? Turn their face aside -- no, that wasn't the right one. Well, there was something, she knew, saying to be patient with those who do not know. She must give William a chance to obtain his information, a chance to consider, and then if he still did not act she would protect them using her best judgement. Even if she did not get the respect she was due as their spirit walker, she would respect his authority as chief. For now, she would follow his decisions. "You have heard news from south towns? Is like this. ...At least for start."

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The farmer's son caught up with them not long after they reached the town square, having all but run to catch up as his breathing showed. Jacob was a plain lad, with a mop of blonde ringlets and brown eyes that far too often focused on a world only he saw. The boy tended to be a bit absentminded and given to daydreaming, both of which earned him criticism. But for all that he might have his head in the clouds, he was an honest and hardworking boy, if he didn't get distracted, and he was eager to share a story he'd been sure no one would want to hear. Even if it /was/ one that had frightened him at the time. He didn't ask why his father had told him to find Governor William, nor why his dream was suddenly important. He'd been told to, and that was the relevant part.
@pugbutter I has a post. Ooh, think I need one more paragraph, for the farmer's kid. Right, but that shouldn't take long. ^.^ Not sure it's anywhere near quality, but I'm actually enjoying the challenge of writing for an unfamiliar setting. <3
@Dulcet I was thinking more along the lines of a character from a world where magic works, and another from a world where magic does not. But yay! ^.^ Thanks for getting back to me so promptly~
@Mogtaki Ooh, you do art commissions as your actual job? Or just on the side? Either way, that's pretty awesome, and at some point I should get your price sheet because ARTS.

Yeah, obviously it'd be a bit weird to pick up someone in the middle of nowhere, though the pacifist healer could totally try to bum a ride. <3 I'll think on things.
@Dulcet This is indeed interesting! I have a couple questions, however. Firstly, do you have any restrictions on the sort of characters that might show up (aside from the usual)? Or is this a place that bridges multiple worldsettings, and allows the mingling of things that normally would not coexist? Secondly, are we limited to a single post per hour, or are these divisions just to give a general structure to the rp?

I have a bunch of characters that could use a random adventure. Depending on what I see taking shape, I will make a decision based on who I think will be the most fun. Currently favoring either one or both of a pair of genetically engineered children who were part of a failed supersoldier program, a technically blind dance instructor from a world with low functional magic, a future version of one of my newest chars -- who is currently a pretty awful person but it's projected she settles a bit, and a youngster who already got thrown out of her own world once and has been trying (in vain) to get back. ^.^ Might go with someone else entirely, though.
@Mogtaki He needs to react to Amune, at the least! And by "doing" do you mean...arts? Or making new chars to use? I'm actually tempted to make another char. Possibly a healer, since we lost ours. Also given Ethan's projected change, a sworn pacifist might be interesting.
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