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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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@Mogtaki hey, if Amune asks to see kensen's wings, will he let her?
Lee had far too many questions to know where to begin. Assuming the tales of people with abilities approaching magic were true, Axel's story seemed to support one of the other aspects of those tales -- many of the extraordinarily gifted were also completely unhinged. It'd explain why he jumped off the roof, she thought, though not why he fell -- assuming flying wasn't also a delusion. It was hard to say. She'd always thought the stories where someone had multiple skills were just tall tales, but could there be some truth to them?

She rejected the entire idea of gods and past lives and the rest of his nonsense. She did believe in God, but her views on the literal truth of the Torah were undecided, and in truth that mattered less than her actions. If, perhaps, Axel was some sort of powerful...individual, perhaps he'd been cast out of his family? His community? Some sort of cult? It was possible such people might think of themselves as gods, that didn't seem unreasonable. And of course redemption would come from someone like them, another being superior to normal humans.

It made a weird sort of sense, if she thought about it that way. The decision that she was the one that would help was awkward at best, and potentially dangerous, but for the moment she needed to take things one step at a time.

"Assuming I did believe your story -- and I'm not saying I do -- but if I did, what sort of help do you need, exactly? I'm a dance instructor, not some sort of...miracle worker." Her voice came out clipped, far more brusque than she intended, but the young woman was entirely uneasy and she couldn't hide it. If they want me to do something weird instead of teach dance I should charge them extra. It was an inane thought, but sometimes humor was the best defense against things that would otherwise drive a sensible woman mad.
@Majoras End Ravenclaw! ^5
E l i a n

~ Dungeon ~


Elian didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't sure she liked it. Okay, it was nice to see the AI taking a bit of initiative -- one didn't usually encounter that sort of trap /inside/ a dungeon, after all, and not with a full room below it like some sort of shortcut. And yeah, for once the place wasn't laid out like it had been designed for the purpose of beating. But man, something was just wrong and it bothered her. Maybe it was how her partymates were actually hurting -- that was new, and it didn't seem to have a good reason. Yeah, yeah, realism was /great/ but there was a limit to what people wanted in a game. If things hurt as bad as irl, suddenly danger became a lot less exciting, and adventuring less fun.

Maybe it was her picking up on the others' unease -- she wasn't the only one who had noticed the subtle change, and not everyone liked it. Maybe it was that she'd barely gotten everyone through that ambush, and she was frustrated with herself.

"I've been doing my job, or you'd be flat on your fishy face," she shot back to Graves. "Unlike those of us who just flail away at whatever's in front of them, my job requires finesse and balance." Still, she was already midcast, directing her magic toward those with injuries with a flourish of fans.

Red's crack about her skirt got a laugh, and Elian could feel herself relaxing. Whatever it was, they'd handle it. And while things hurt more than usual, it wasn't really /painful/. "Looks like the programmers finally gave the mooks a bit of creativity," she said, smiling. "So stay sharp, everyone. I don't care to be patching y'all up more than I already have to."
@SinfulSkills Clearly you have not watched enough anime =P It helps that I watch most things subbed, so I'm kinda used to deciphering Gratuitous English.

Speaking of. I understand that there's a series about Naruto's son, Boruto. I've also been told that he's actually named "Bolt", just...that whole accent thing again, and Japanese characters.

If Boruto is Bolt, then Naruto is...

Nart.

Nart

@Innue

I happened to see
Your signature is haiku
I like those as well.
Amuné had done her share of training, but she was still reluctant to let Gage too close to her, and avoided him as much as she could. Instead she'd watched Ethan, or Cedric, or helped in the infirmary. She wasn't all that much help on the healing front, but the girl knew how to follow directions, and she could recognize many of the common herbs at a glance. Most importantly, she knew how to stay out of the way when it was needed. She even managed to wheedle a couple lessons out of the healers when they had down time. But she preferred to stick near Ethan and the others.

When he dumped a handful of grass on her head she flailed at it and at him. "Aaah! Hey!" She laughed, but her smile quickly faded at the mention of her teacher. "It's...going, I guess." Amuné looked at her lap, splitting a thick blade of grass into tiny shreds. "I still don't like him. He's scary, and he says mean things." Her chin thrust forward in a pout. "And I'm no good with that crossbow, either. It's hard to hold, and if I do hold it right then I can't draw it, and if I can draw it then I'm not holding it right anymore. And none of what I do manage is good enough." The child's tone was sulky, and she frowned at the last little shred of grass before throwing it away. "Talia's right...I'm just going to get everyone hurt because I'm useless. If it wasn't for Wyth, I wouldn't have made it even to where you found me -- and he can't protect me from everything. I can't even hold a stupid crossbow right, much less hit anythig with it."

The girl knew that Gage was just harsh and critical, and she knew that it took time to learn a new skill, and to train her hands to remember the right way to do things. But she was young enough that the constant negativity had a real impact on her self esteem, and when she already had the nasty little voice of guilt insisting that she should have done more, it was much harder not to listen when she was told she was completely inadequate.
@SinfulSkills Fruits Basket! (FURU tsu BA sketo -- more or less)
Ooh, you like furuba? <3 that's a good one, though you have to read the manga to see the end of the story. And Noragami -- I'm eagerly awaiting a third season!

Have a free bump just because I'm randomly stalking my rp peeps. ^.^;;
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