@Kessir Tarkin I don't even know what all we faced. The confrontation was never played. ^.^;;
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The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation.
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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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@Oak7ree Unless I should answer @Kessir Tarkin's post with somethibng that's done narratively and not actual dialogue, we should probably figure out what superpowers that Hydragruppen team had. Though I know the Westminster League killed (most of) them. ^.^;
@ayzrules "made"? Photoshop, arting, dollmaker...?
She smiled up at Adrian, glad that he'd been able to help Ethan right away. The healer still looked pretty young, but not so young that he hadn't finished his training. She hoped she'd be done with hers by the time she was his age.
Why didn't Cecil get it? Ugh, it was so /frustrating/! Amuné wondered if maybe he was the sort of person that needed to be shown things over and over before he understood. She knew for a fact he felt pain -- the way he'd screamed on the ship before going all scary was proof of that. The thought was set aside as she swayed on her feet. Two unintended visions plus trying to use her magic on purpose, not to mention dashing about and worrying about Ethan and Cecil, and she was worn out.
The healer helped her find her balance, and then to a place to sit. Amuné accepted the waterskin gratefully but froze with it halfway to her mouth when Adrian concluded she was a Magi. "I'm not -- I don't--" Cold fear tightened her grip on the waterskin and a bit of liquid dribbled down the side. Was everyone going to be able to tell? She needed to do better. She hadn't even used any of her magic, so what had given her away?!
She shrank away when the man came down to her level, but what he said was reassuring, at least. "You have the blessing of St. Edos?" ...Did that mean all the healers with magic would be able to tell she was a Seer? Amuné looked away. "I'm Amuné. Amuné Ris," she replied in a small voice. "My mommy's a healer like you are." She wasn't sure about him, but...this was Mutebo, right? So if she didn't say what sort of Magi she was she should be okay. "I wasn't in a fight or anything, but...I don't have very good control of my magic, and...there's never really been anyone to teach me. I lost control earlier, and then I tried to use it on purpose, and now I'm tired." The last few words came out in a rather petulant tone.
Why didn't Cecil get it? Ugh, it was so /frustrating/! Amuné wondered if maybe he was the sort of person that needed to be shown things over and over before he understood. She knew for a fact he felt pain -- the way he'd screamed on the ship before going all scary was proof of that. The thought was set aside as she swayed on her feet. Two unintended visions plus trying to use her magic on purpose, not to mention dashing about and worrying about Ethan and Cecil, and she was worn out.
The healer helped her find her balance, and then to a place to sit. Amuné accepted the waterskin gratefully but froze with it halfway to her mouth when Adrian concluded she was a Magi. "I'm not -- I don't--" Cold fear tightened her grip on the waterskin and a bit of liquid dribbled down the side. Was everyone going to be able to tell? She needed to do better. She hadn't even used any of her magic, so what had given her away?!
She shrank away when the man came down to her level, but what he said was reassuring, at least. "You have the blessing of St. Edos?" ...Did that mean all the healers with magic would be able to tell she was a Seer? Amuné looked away. "I'm Amuné. Amuné Ris," she replied in a small voice. "My mommy's a healer like you are." She wasn't sure about him, but...this was Mutebo, right? So if she didn't say what sort of Magi she was she should be okay. "I wasn't in a fight or anything, but...I don't have very good control of my magic, and...there's never really been anyone to teach me. I lost control earlier, and then I tried to use it on purpose, and now I'm tired." The last few words came out in a rather petulant tone.
Had it been anyone else boasting, Izkry would have returned a wisecrack of his own. For Oscar he remained silent. But when Kaneda suggested meeting up during their free time, he readily agreed. "I will be there. And so will Bel -- even if I must drag her." He grinned at his sister's glower, refusing to let her discourage him. The mention of breaking the captain's record got a huff of breath that was just this side of a snort. None of them had anything like super speed or endurance. There was no way -- certainly not without /really/ cheating. And in the end, the run was about building up their bodies.
And then Anton was off, without even waiting to be dismissed. Kaneda followed with a holler, and Izkry's eyebrows nearly vanished under his hat. Maybe someone would break that crazy record after all. His smile widened, and he actually laughed, slapping Johnathan on the shoulder as he broke into a jog himself. The captain hadn't dismissed them, no, but he'd come pretty close, and he wasn't objecting. Belasý figured the same, and she quickly fell into a steady rhythm, counting her footfalls and breathing in time with them. One of her favorite songs had the perfect tempo for a long run, and she sang the tune in her head.
The siblings started off together, more or less with the others for the moment. Zhanna's farewell made Izkry chuckle. He didn't speak Russian but he could recognize a word or two from hearing Bel practice. "Goodbye? Нет, not goodbye yet!"
Belasý could see the coward already using his power to make things easier. She didn't approve at all. This was about strength and stamina, pushing themselves so they improved. Taking the easy way out was...well, it was cheating. The Japanese man -- only half, he'd said, but he looked like someone from the far east -- was using his power too, but there was actually half a chance of him beating the captain's incredible record. She wasn't certain how she felt about that. On the one hand, it defeated the purpose of the run. On the other, they had been challenged, and /maybe/ that was worth it -- but only if it would really make a difference. And then there were those who just lacked any sort of speed or endurance. Maria was one of them. Johnathan she wasn't sure about, but given his disposition she suspected he did it partly to help those in trouble.
Despite their training, she was not sure how confident she was in their skills as a team. Not everyone even wanted to be there. She knew there were countries where military service was not required, and that sometimes they changed that if there was a war, but this was beyond even what she would expect of someone who had been drafted. And of course the Spaniard had turned tail and fled leaving his team to perish once already. If she'd had any say in the matter, he wouldn't even have been considered for this one.
In-two-three out-two, in-two-three out-two. Focusing on her rhythm and the old melody Belasý put aside other thoughts for the moment and concentrated on the climb.
And then Anton was off, without even waiting to be dismissed. Kaneda followed with a holler, and Izkry's eyebrows nearly vanished under his hat. Maybe someone would break that crazy record after all. His smile widened, and he actually laughed, slapping Johnathan on the shoulder as he broke into a jog himself. The captain hadn't dismissed them, no, but he'd come pretty close, and he wasn't objecting. Belasý figured the same, and she quickly fell into a steady rhythm, counting her footfalls and breathing in time with them. One of her favorite songs had the perfect tempo for a long run, and she sang the tune in her head.
The siblings started off together, more or less with the others for the moment. Zhanna's farewell made Izkry chuckle. He didn't speak Russian but he could recognize a word or two from hearing Bel practice. "Goodbye? Нет, not goodbye yet!"
Belasý could see the coward already using his power to make things easier. She didn't approve at all. This was about strength and stamina, pushing themselves so they improved. Taking the easy way out was...well, it was cheating. The Japanese man -- only half, he'd said, but he looked like someone from the far east -- was using his power too, but there was actually half a chance of him beating the captain's incredible record. She wasn't certain how she felt about that. On the one hand, it defeated the purpose of the run. On the other, they had been challenged, and /maybe/ that was worth it -- but only if it would really make a difference. And then there were those who just lacked any sort of speed or endurance. Maria was one of them. Johnathan she wasn't sure about, but given his disposition she suspected he did it partly to help those in trouble.
Despite their training, she was not sure how confident she was in their skills as a team. Not everyone even wanted to be there. She knew there were countries where military service was not required, and that sometimes they changed that if there was a war, but this was beyond even what she would expect of someone who had been drafted. And of course the Spaniard had turned tail and fled leaving his team to perish once already. If she'd had any say in the matter, he wouldn't even have been considered for this one.
In-two-three out-two, in-two-three out-two. Focusing on her rhythm and the old melody Belasý put aside other thoughts for the moment and concentrated on the climb.
@Mogtaki haha~
@Mogtaki haha, no worries! I hope you got 'em done.
But man, Cecil! You're breaking Amune's little heart here! *frowns at him*
But man, Cecil! You're breaking Amune's little heart here! *frowns at him*
My kindle decided to close the tab with my half-done post. UGH. I will rewrite and complete when I'm not raging...possibly when I have access to an actual comply.
@Kessir Tarkin I think it's to the top. But I'm not sure. Best to ask @Oak7ree?
@MegaOscarPwn he spent a lot of time with the Commies? Okay. I was looking at his old sheet.
@ayzrules I can't imagine Maria has gotten by walking up and down all the times they'v ehad to do that. O.o if so, man. The captain is amazingly lenient. *giggles*
@ayzrules I can't imagine Maria has gotten by walking up and down all the times they'v ehad to do that. O.o if so, man. The captain is amazingly lenient. *giggles*
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