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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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Amuné considered. "I have a few," she said at last, speaking slowly. "First of all, where do we go from here? Do you have some sort of plan yet? Next, what...exactly is Nunque's story? Even before he came after me, there was...I don't know how to explain it. People speak of deja vu, of a nagging sense of familiarity. This hit me so strongly that I nearly fell over. I've had people pull at me before, but this was something else, and I don't understand it. Third, what happened between you and Kabuto? Ketsuoana mentioned it, and you showed me a little, I think, but it sounds like this is personal, even before what he did to your daughter. How did this start between you? And...." The Seer trailed off, not certain if she should ask the final question, but wanting to know all the same. Multiple people had said she resembled Zeela, but she didn't see it, not at all. No, better not to ask. She quickly substituted something else. "And...I imagine there's no good way for me to attend the memorial that will be held, is there?"

((@TheMinorFall Short but very dense.))
@Black Ninja D&D healers have the ability to fully resurrect the fallen, under certain circumstances. *playful smirk* I suspect necromancy falls under zombies, which is less a matter of paranormal and more a matter of zombies being done to death. I've seen high fantasy with paranormal elements, but it's entirely possible to leave them out. I've no idea what syncing means, though. *runs to PMs*
@Jhakor I loved Redwall as a kid! Still do, actually, and I may need to see about the ones published since I last read them. I'm afraid I'm not interested in an rp in the world, but have a free bump from a fellow fan.

I personally never pictured them as anthros. More like mostly-normal animals with human-like habits. Anthros tend to be humanoid in shape and proportions. But it is an interesting image.
@Black Ninja out of curiosity, how do you differentiate fantasy from paranormal? You definitely seem like the sort of person I'd enjoy writing with. I enjoy working with someone to fill in a world, and I have little difficulty fielding multiple characters. Nothing here immediately leaps out at me, save the pendant -- and that only because I have a solo story with passing similarities.
@Gowi

"the basic premise is that everyone is a group of friends that decided to meet together for the holidays at a ski resort provided by a friend"

The characters are friends. First OOC post. <3. Judging by age, they are out of high school, so in theory they might have moved away, but my guess is thethey'ce stayed in touch with at least the host, and likely some of the others.
@TheMinorFall I believe you did, both in the old thread, and in this one either with e mages, or with Wolf.
If her workroom had not been thoroughly shielded, Alyssana would have listened to the news over the radio as she carefully examined the latest set of test results. Instead she had a record player going, and Gershwin drifted through the lab. Her calculations were bearing fruit, though not in the way she'd initially imagined, when she'd started the project. Curses were dangerous, and no ward was perfect. Even if she could cast both more or less on the fly, another layer of protection never hurt -- and that didn't take into consideration those who had no skill in the area. Besides, she had other motives beyond the obvious. It wasn't like she enjoyed being patted down every time she came on the grounds, simply because she set off the detectors by her nature alone. That aspect she would have to live with, of course, but there were other places where she might use a full shield like the one isolating her research area. Of course, that one had been laboriously constructed, and part of it was set into the very stones of the walls. Nothing that could be used to isolate an individual.

She checked her watch. It was time to head to the briefing. In short order Alys had everything put away, and she arrived at the conference room in plenty of time. "Good morning, Sven," she said with her usual slight upwards curve of her lips, accepting the packet he offered and taking a seat to go through it. She nodded back to Imogen, but did not greet Miss Tamiko when the latter arrived with tea. The woman always seemed to know just the right person to..."acquire" various things, and Alyssana suspected she was taking advantage of her contacts more than was strictly polite. Still, the tea was here now, and there was no sense letting it go to waste. She did love the beverage, and once she'd finished skimming the papers Alys went to pour herself a cup, adding a sugar cube before returning to her seat to go through the packet again to examine it in detail.

Jack arrived next, and she looked up in time to catch is broad grin. Alys returned it with a bit more than half a smile, as much as she gave anyone. The American was almost always in a cheerful mood, and it was catching. His lazy Texas drawl hid a keen mind, and he didn't have the stick up his behind that characterized many men in academic fields. Although he'd needed convincing before he'd give her a proper spar.

When Sven addressed the group, Alys turned her attention to him. When he concluded his spiel Alys had a few different questions, though none that were so pressing she needed answers right away. Jack's joke was not entirely unexpected, but she shook her head. "And then two other locations after, for the other two fragments." But the mirror was only a key. The real question was what lay beyond the door it opened. She suspected that they'd have a chance to find out, if all went well. "Mirrors and souls...I suspect it's more than merely reflecting them. While it's far too early to hypothesize, a blind guess would be that it can not only reflect but might also capture souls." Alys shrugged. "But that's an entirely unsupported conjecture."
@Leotamer Let's see...I'm not sure if her age is right for a masters, but given that she mostly was homeschooled, she might've gotten to college early. She joined the organization at about twenty-five, I think. Mr. Welsh vanished one or two years ago, so that's a year or two with them both there. No idea if Alex heard anytyhinbg about Alys from hos dad -- that's between you and him. And if he doesn't insist on Alex she'd stick to the more formal Alexander.

[DepressedSoviet] does that timeline for Alys sound right to you? My guess is she graduated at twenty-three, and joined up at twenty-five.
@Leotamer. Excellent! You think Alys knew Alexander's dad? And what does he like to be called?
@Avanhelsing she totally snaps at him for that. "Fight for real.". She'd be mad. Right, this means I can post... Except it's at home and I'm at work. Will have it up as son as I get home!e
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