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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. ^.~


Color Sergeant in Bot Killer Squad

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"I too would worry more about being shot down," Izkry commented in response to both Oscar and Jason, "But I think I am more worried about getting shot after we land than before. Still, I plan on living until I am a grumpy old man shaking my cane and yelling at the young...ah, the young whips, telling them to stay off the grass." He smiled. "I couldn't possibly die -- who would get on my sister's nerves if I did, hm?" Beside him, Belasý rolled her eyes and nudged him with an elbow. For the first time since they'd met her she seemed to be smiling, at least a little.

"We are a strange little group, ja?" the young man continued. He'd commented on it before, but still he was surprised by how very different they all were. "Swiss German, British, Chinese American, Polish, Italian, Spanish, French. I suppose the saying is true, a common enemy brings people together." He looked thoughtful for a moment, but shook the slightly melancholy thought off. "Frau Dubois, Monsieur Jean, I know we go after the Nazis in control of France, but do we have any specific goals for this mission? I would like to know more about what to expect, if more is known." He hesitated for a moment, and then added another thought. "And I think perhaps we should say more than just what we can do. We are a team now -- I want to know about you all as people." Izkry looked around the cabin at the faces that told of vastly different backgrounds and experiences. "I think we will work better if we know each other. Belasý and I, we are from Germany. This was before the Nazis took over, you understand, but they still wanted those with superpowers. We escaped to Switzerland maybe ten years ago now, with a sergeant our father served with in the first Great War. I like Switzerland. It is a nice place, and where we live, the people are friendly. When this war is over, I will go back and enter the automotive industry. Someday children will learn in school about Izkry and how he came up with a wonderful new design for car engines."

A muffled sound that might have been a snort, or perhaps a snicker, came from the woman in the next seat. Izkry looked at her in mock affront. "You think it will never happen, Belasý, but you wait and see!" Inwardly he was pleased. She seemed to be more at ease than she had been following Oscar and Tommy's displays, and that had been his intention in part. Turning back to the others, he told them, "Bel wants to be a chef, or maybe own a restaurant. She is a wonderful cook, and if you compliment something she made she will turn the most amazing shade of red -- see, see, already her cheeks are pink!" It was good-natured teasing, and Belasý had never quite figured out how to stop her brother from doing it. In truth, she did not really wish to, and as she covered her face with her hands, ducking her head so her dark hair brushed her knees, the woman was very glad to have such a cheerful person at her side.
@Lady Selune I have been watching, but I don't see much for the sibs to do right now. Thinking on it, though!
@Simple Unicycle Sorry to see you go. ...Never join? Whichever. *snug*

I am feeling the feels all over again because of your status. *clings*
In Artanis 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
@TheMinorFall Amune is where she was, but neither Reggie nor Charlie know that. They believe she's where she's supposed to be. And she's not. And Kirk is off herding kids, where /he's/ supposed to be, and Amune doesn't know that. Yay confusion and chaos!

I'm surprised by how easily Eric went down. o.o
In Artanis 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The looked at Cain as if he had suddenly sprouted an extra head, though none of them backed away. Neither did any of them venture forward, and as he approached, those still serving as defenders instead of going to aid the injured watched him warily. Hands tightened on weapons. None of them were sure what to make of the assassin. Reggie was clearly reluctant to step close enough to take the blade from the dark-clad man, and could only answer Cain’s question with a shrug.

“Reserve, stand down.” The rough lines of guards parted to let a tall man through. He was clean-shaven, his dark hair touched with gray, and his uniform had the markings of a colonel. He spoke with the calm authority of one used to command. “ Those currently on duty, I want teams to run a full sweep. The first reserve division is to remain on standby. Everyone else, see to your secondary assignments, but keep your blades nearby until the bells say otherwise. Go.” As the guards split up and moved off, the colonel turned to look at Cain. “Impressive. I understand why they speak of the Obsidian Dragon as they do.” His dark eyes glittered. The assassin was there on royal writ, but things were rarely as simple as they appeared. “Interesting that they sent you here. I wonder if the Crown expected trouble.” She a sudden shift in his manner the businesslike soldier turned into a man that seemed like he’d be more at home in a bar than on the field. “Colonel Charlie Reese. You’re looking for Amuné? You mean the slip of a girl that likes to hang around the Connor boys? I know her. Heard she kept checking on you over the past few days. I guess they chose the right man for the job.” Charlie didn’t know many details, but he’d heard enough that he’d made a few guesses as to what was going on. However the only answer he had to offer Cain would know was incorrect. “She should be at the main hall, what with dinner not being over yet. In emergencies, they split between dining hall and auditorium. You’ll have to ask staff which dorm is hers and where they’re assigned, but that’s who she’ll be with.” He gave a brisk nod and turned to deal with an approaching guard.
@Gowi@MissCapnCrunch@TheMinorFall

I did the arts. And with that, the finishing touches on my sheet are done, and it is now in the char tab~ <3
@Skyrte I ALMOST FORGOT! I would think that Elian and Ebon at least know each other. Elian would respect Ebon, and her dedication to training, as well as her skill and real-world knowledge of healing. I could see them being at least friendly, maybe even friendly rivals. Possibly teaming up for things where one healer is not really enough? whatcha think?
@NarcissisticPotato That's because MEMES. You needed memes. I was just a constant, jubilant presence. Concede, potato peasant, and I won't turn you into french fries.

<3 *giggling*
"I'm not tired!" the girl protested. "I'm not really hungry either -- and I can eat there. If he's going to get better, someone should be with him!" Why did they not understand this? It was scary being alone in a strange place, especially after being hurt. Her Mommy had always said letting a friend or relative stay just outside the room was okay, especially with children. And with people chasing them, and strangers nearby, it would be worse. "I don't care how good your mechanics are, someone should stay with Cecil!" Amuné was getting upset. It shouldn't matter -- he was dead, he wasn't going to wake up, but it still did somehow. "I won't run around! Mommy always says sit quiet or wait outside, and I can do that, I've done it before so she can teach me things and I'm a good helper if you want or I'll just be quiet and stay out of the way!" She was tearing up again and growing increasingly distressed, and Wyth shoved his head into her side. But it didn't help, and neither did Ethan. When he took the girl's hand to lead her off she let out a shriek and tried to pull away.

"No! You say he's just hurt but if you meant that I should stay!" Amuné struggled to extricate herself, but the entirety of an eight-year-old's strength was no match for Ethan's, even when he was worn out. She couldn't get her hand free, and when she tried to pry his fingers loose he simply scooped her scooped her up. The child wailed a shrill protest. "Put me /down/! We have to stay, we have to! He's hurt and if he wakes up he'll be alone and he won't know anyone and he'll be scared!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. She remembered those first weeks, after she had to run away from home. They'd been horrible. "Being hurt and alone like that, waking up and not knowing where you are and with just strangers, it's awful. I don't wanna leave him like that! I wanna stay! Put me /down/!"
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