Aw, congratulations on the niece and I hope everything works out gloriously for your niece and her mother/yersister.
On a different note, I wouldn't mind doing short posts for conversations, but if you want any suggestions on how to do that smoothly, we could do quick exchanges via PMs so people can get to it whenever they can or take it slow on the Spirits Pad so no one gets left behind.
Oh, and that looks positively amazing, Rockette! Even if it's still a WIP. I love the picture you're using. Roy's sexy pose is irresistible. ;3 I'm refraining from reading the text post until it's finished because those things are most powerful for me when everything seems to work in tandem with it. But, no pressure, since I'm actually very, very easily impressed by various forms of art and most things like the lyrics/poem you're using impact me easily.
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Some Ideas from myself. :O Just so I can jump in on the Xeno bandwagon. Some look like bosses to me, by duh ways.
There was a pause in the onslaught, a quite respite in which Loral relished for but a moment. A few guards had made their way up, finding the smoking barrel of his Phalanx at their heads. The bodies had gone limp the moment they'd traversed the corner, taking more than a few shots from the uber responsive quarian—he didn't appreciate the term panicked. The quite had gotten to him then and the surprise of charging footsteps and gun toting guards had successfully broken him out of deep thought. Panicked was the correct term, but a doctor would find the fear of that word at the apex of his 'danger list'. A panicked doctor usually meant a dead patient. Loral could be a cold hearted son of a bitch, but the death of a patient meant he wasn't giving the service he promised to provide.
And it meant a lost life, which is precious. That was debatable, at least to Loral.
The sudden appearance of his fellow quarian surprised him almost as much, the jump and near pistol whip made that obvious. Loral brushed it off, however, mostly for his own relief. From a cursory glance, Kali seemed energetic, if not a tad bit antsy. He did not perceive it to be more than that, though it was logical to be somewhat nervous, if not jittery, in a situation like the one they were currently in. No one could expect a greenhorn to be perfectly calm or excited about war and battle; if they were, they were most likely considered cannon fodder. It was the sad truth of it or maybe it was just Loral being unnecessarily pessimistic.
Looking down at her, he was glad his visor was tinted enough to hide his frown. Maybe not the flinch that squeezed his eyes, but he didn't ping Kali as that observant when it came to physical cues. Loral was tempted to withhold information about his exile, but the girl would find out whether she'd like to or not.
"I hide behind vengeance as an excuse," he answered, looking down the hallway, "Siame mercilessly killed my crew because they could not afford proper funds to strip the ship of its pirate flairs. They left me stranded on a newly founded Turian colony world to witness two of my crew fall prey to the wildlife. I would say that is sufficient amount of fuel to sign onto a suicide mission like this."
The gunfire caught his attention for a split second, pausing to give the hallways a quick look. He did this twice out of necessity before continuing, now staring down at Kali—where he thought her eyes were. "But, if you want my honest answer, I'm here to gather equipment for my research, info, whatever I can find that will help me in what I wish to accomplish. My crew is dead, so they no longer matter to me," Loral paused again, his frown still hidden, though it was evident now in the way he slouched and spoke. He'd not realizing the sharp turn in subject matter he'd just made, connecting unspoken thoughts with words, "Our people personify our kind as creatures, beasts, and nightmare fuel to tell to their children for good reason. There are certain things best left unsaid, spoken in rhymes and riddles to erase us from text, but leave our actions as a testament to abide by and to learn from. I cannot hide what I am, nor do I wish to; it is your discretion whether you still trust me. However, I would not ask further my reasons for being here or my reason for being, at all."
It took guts to admit one's wrongs, but what Loral felt was his mistake was the failure, otherwise he'd not have been there to pursue blindly and zealously his goal. He had the answer in the palm of his hands, yet he could not show them the sweets behind what they deemed a rotten surface.
And it meant a lost life, which is precious. That was debatable, at least to Loral.
The sudden appearance of his fellow quarian surprised him almost as much, the jump and near pistol whip made that obvious. Loral brushed it off, however, mostly for his own relief. From a cursory glance, Kali seemed energetic, if not a tad bit antsy. He did not perceive it to be more than that, though it was logical to be somewhat nervous, if not jittery, in a situation like the one they were currently in. No one could expect a greenhorn to be perfectly calm or excited about war and battle; if they were, they were most likely considered cannon fodder. It was the sad truth of it or maybe it was just Loral being unnecessarily pessimistic.
Looking down at her, he was glad his visor was tinted enough to hide his frown. Maybe not the flinch that squeezed his eyes, but he didn't ping Kali as that observant when it came to physical cues. Loral was tempted to withhold information about his exile, but the girl would find out whether she'd like to or not.
"I hide behind vengeance as an excuse," he answered, looking down the hallway, "Siame mercilessly killed my crew because they could not afford proper funds to strip the ship of its pirate flairs. They left me stranded on a newly founded Turian colony world to witness two of my crew fall prey to the wildlife. I would say that is sufficient amount of fuel to sign onto a suicide mission like this."
The gunfire caught his attention for a split second, pausing to give the hallways a quick look. He did this twice out of necessity before continuing, now staring down at Kali—where he thought her eyes were. "But, if you want my honest answer, I'm here to gather equipment for my research, info, whatever I can find that will help me in what I wish to accomplish. My crew is dead, so they no longer matter to me," Loral paused again, his frown still hidden, though it was evident now in the way he slouched and spoke. He'd not realizing the sharp turn in subject matter he'd just made, connecting unspoken thoughts with words, "Our people personify our kind as creatures, beasts, and nightmare fuel to tell to their children for good reason. There are certain things best left unsaid, spoken in rhymes and riddles to erase us from text, but leave our actions as a testament to abide by and to learn from. I cannot hide what I am, nor do I wish to; it is your discretion whether you still trust me. However, I would not ask further my reasons for being here or my reason for being, at all."
It took guts to admit one's wrongs, but what Loral felt was his mistake was the failure, otherwise he'd not have been there to pursue blindly and zealously his goal. He had the answer in the palm of his hands, yet he could not show them the sweets behind what they deemed a rotten surface.
Here you go sweetcheeks!
It's really sucky as I need to get back into things, bleh. But, yeah, it's a start. XD Hopefully. Feel free to change anything; I should be on tomorrow before 7pm EST and after 11 EST. :O
It's really sucky as I need to get back into things, bleh. But, yeah, it's a start. XD Hopefully. Feel free to change anything; I should be on tomorrow before 7pm EST and after 11 EST. :O
Working on the intro to our collab, Black. :o I'll get the link in here soon.
Hm, I'm not sure...
Probably something Nietzsche lewl. Ugh, this is hard, but I know I want something deep and meaningful. @_@
This might fit Roy, maybe. Well, I mean, I like it a lot: Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rockette said
Ah I meant to post this song yesterday for Mags which I thought was perfect. d:Mm, haven't done a fact in a long time.Mag Fact: She has a tattoo on the nape of her neck that extends down on the upper portion of her spine and between her shoulder blades. If ever seen, which is rare because of her usual wardrobe, she explains it has a family emblem of sorts - her father and elder brothers had the same tattoo on different portions of their bodies. [Pictures coming soon!]@Six - what sort of quote would Roy have? Like a trademark saying or such. Could be lyrics or something personal.
Hm, I'm not sure...
Probably something Nietzsche lewl. Ugh, this is hard, but I know I want something deep and meaningful. @_@
This might fit Roy, maybe. Well, I mean, I like it a lot: Do not go gentle into that good night.
Mosis Tosis said
I get bored easily, add more explosions. Or sex scenes. Or both. But nah you're fine.
I've got a day off tomorrow, so I should get a post up. :O It'll be jam packed with sex and explosions and sexy explosions and explosive sex, all of which are essential to the perfect, action-packed blockbuster.
Alrighty, I have a day off tomorrow, which means I can sleep in, or at least until I feel I'm well rested. And then get invigorated into writing. I've missed not being exhausted and wanting to write instead of lay in bed moaning or in my shower for 2 hours grimy and moaning.
I apologize for the wait, Black, I'll be sure to get that pad up tomorrow with some Roy stuff. Getting eased into my job, especially since it wasn't as terribly exhausting as the last one my mother attempted to have me do. At least I'm not perpetually sore any longer. @_@ Why would a scrawny kid like me want to work in a warehouse?
I seriously should have gotten a job during high school. >_<
Oh, and good luck on your exam, Prisk!!!
Also, Rockette, I don't know how you manage to juggle so much.
I apologize for the wait, Black, I'll be sure to get that pad up tomorrow with some Roy stuff. Getting eased into my job, especially since it wasn't as terribly exhausting as the last one my mother attempted to have me do. At least I'm not perpetually sore any longer. @_@ Why would a scrawny kid like me want to work in a warehouse?
I seriously should have gotten a job during high school. >_<
Oh, and good luck on your exam, Prisk!!!
Also, Rockette, I don't know how you manage to juggle so much.
Rockette said
I dunno if I wanna do them for everyone, I think it helps, like you said with being refreshed with their appearances and whatnot. First time doing that particular style of editing. D'aw. ILY2And it's from Edna St. Vincent Millay - if you like poetry, in which I do. But it's a good quote that I enjoy and I thought it would go well enough with Em's own quotation.I can't take entire credit for the quotations, like Ex says, the Smiths was his input. c=But I take the lavish comment regardless!
You should totally do that for Roy?
<3 <3 <3 <3?
Really sorry I haven't been posting. I just, you know, first time doing anything job related and it's just taking a bit of time for me to adjust to it and being drained of all the will to stay awake afterwards. However, I just started a lighter, entry level job to get experience and money for college and stuff which gives me better, nicer hours, so hopefully I won't be drained and dead when I come home once I get used to everything.
As of now, I'll try and get working on a post, but I can't promise it'll be up today or tomorrow. I just want to get used to things and let everything mellow out, since life is just kicking me in the ass right now. @_@
As of now, I'll try and get working on a post, but I can't promise it'll be up today or tomorrow. I just want to get used to things and let everything mellow out, since life is just kicking me in the ass right now. @_@
Regardless, I am right there with you, Prisk.
I hate it when my friends are like, "We're having a party," and when I get there, they all corral into one room, leaving me disoriented and confused, and then sit down to watch a thousand scary movies. Afterwards, I have to literally turn on all the lights in my room, have my TV, Phone, and Computer blaring whilst having every orifice in my room sealed tight. And then I have to pray that I don't get killed in my sleep by something insidious.
Ugh, and then freaking commercials around Halloween. That should be banned. Q_Q Like. That crap needs to be played at daytime and past six, it should be illegal to play scary movie commercials because that leaves me mortified and paranoid. ._. I literally have to turn away, get headphones, plug them into my computer and blare whatever it is I'm listening to until I go deaf or it's over. Whichever comes first.
I hate it when my friends are like, "We're having a party," and when I get there, they all corral into one room, leaving me disoriented and confused, and then sit down to watch a thousand scary movies. Afterwards, I have to literally turn on all the lights in my room, have my TV, Phone, and Computer blaring whilst having every orifice in my room sealed tight. And then I have to pray that I don't get killed in my sleep by something insidious.
Ugh, and then freaking commercials around Halloween. That should be banned. Q_Q Like. That crap needs to be played at daytime and past six, it should be illegal to play scary movie commercials because that leaves me mortified and paranoid. ._. I literally have to turn away, get headphones, plug them into my computer and blare whatever it is I'm listening to until I go deaf or it's over. Whichever comes first.
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