I've certainly had to do simple addition and subtraction more than once for my characters in this series. =_=;
And no, no exact date. Why do you ask?
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Glittering sunlight. That had been the thing to wake him up. Not the peeping chirps of the freshly hatched chicks which roosted in the tree outside his house. Not the hymns of whatever lyrical verse his mother was singing. Not even the smell of food which wafted around the small, one-room cottage without effort. It was the sunlight of a very early dawn which peeked out from gently billowing curtains.
"Morning sweetie," his mother had called from the stove at her notice of his rumblings. They were the only two in the house, both knew as much -- both had awoken to the sound of a clambering door even before the sun had come up signaling the departure of his father for work -- so there was no need to stay quiet any longer. Albert's response was to simply snuggle even deeper into the covers of his bed, not wanting to start his day without another hour of sleep at least. "Oh come on," his mother had said in slight frustration, "I didn't raise my son to be a lazy-bones who can't get out of bed! Now come sit at the table, breakfast is ready." It was only with the commanding voice of his mother that Albert had found the will power to get out of bed, even if he dragged the cover lazily with him.
"Bacon and eggs again," the boy mumbled as he sleepily rubbed his eyes with his free hand. "But of course," his mother had responded cheerily with a smile on her face, "Lots of protein for mommy's growing boy after all." Albert moaned in response as he sat at the table and draped his blanket around him; it was a response to which his mother was not especially pleased. "Well then what would his majesty much rather prefer? Maybe some sausage? Lasagna?" It was not a quip that the little boy necessarily understood. "Pancakes!" he nearly shouted, all sleep gone from his demeanor. It was certainly not a reaction that his mother was expecting, and simply chuckled to herself. "Well, maybe tomorrow," she responded after a small fit, "We do have to go to the market today."
~
Breakfast was over, and the morning had come in full swing. Albert was busy picking things from their small vegetable garden and his mother was busy perfecting the cleanliness of her small abode while making their lunch; roasted game meat stew (a specialty if there ever was one). Albert had briefly felt out of place in this time -- "Food's done, Albie!" -- but quickly got over it. "Coming mommy!"
He burst through the door and sat at the table eagerly, unlike earlier. "Best eat up fast," his mother said, bringing him a bowl and spoon to the table, "We've got a trip in the mountains to attend to." The soup almost bubbled with her words. "Your father will join us after he's done at the station, but for now, eat up! Today's going to be a long day with a wonderful picnic for dinner!"
"Morning sweetie," his mother had called from the stove at her notice of his rumblings. They were the only two in the house, both knew as much -- both had awoken to the sound of a clambering door even before the sun had come up signaling the departure of his father for work -- so there was no need to stay quiet any longer. Albert's response was to simply snuggle even deeper into the covers of his bed, not wanting to start his day without another hour of sleep at least. "Oh come on," his mother had said in slight frustration, "I didn't raise my son to be a lazy-bones who can't get out of bed! Now come sit at the table, breakfast is ready." It was only with the commanding voice of his mother that Albert had found the will power to get out of bed, even if he dragged the cover lazily with him.
"Bacon and eggs again," the boy mumbled as he sleepily rubbed his eyes with his free hand. "But of course," his mother had responded cheerily with a smile on her face, "Lots of protein for mommy's growing boy after all." Albert moaned in response as he sat at the table and draped his blanket around him; it was a response to which his mother was not especially pleased. "Well then what would his majesty much rather prefer? Maybe some sausage? Lasagna?" It was not a quip that the little boy necessarily understood. "Pancakes!" he nearly shouted, all sleep gone from his demeanor. It was certainly not a reaction that his mother was expecting, and simply chuckled to herself. "Well, maybe tomorrow," she responded after a small fit, "We do have to go to the market today."
~
Breakfast was over, and the morning had come in full swing. Albert was busy picking things from their small vegetable garden and his mother was busy perfecting the cleanliness of her small abode while making their lunch; roasted game meat stew (a specialty if there ever was one). Albert had briefly felt out of place in this time -- "Food's done, Albie!" -- but quickly got over it. "Coming mommy!"
He burst through the door and sat at the table eagerly, unlike earlier. "Best eat up fast," his mother said, bringing him a bowl and spoon to the table, "We've got a trip in the mountains to attend to." The soup almost bubbled with her words. "Your father will join us after he's done at the station, but for now, eat up! Today's going to be a long day with a wonderful picnic for dinner!"
Tick said
Also. When was Roland born?
2148.
Funny story with this actually: He's the oldest but not the first human biotic (at least known to us) because of some slight lore oversights. Fun! That is if I've done my math right at least.
EDIT: I shall also get to posting relatively soonish. Roland shall be in the Med Bay contemplating what to do while everyone is away.
Tick said
Volt - The fuck? I wish I had known that gif existed when I made a moth sig.
Tumblr is amazing for fining obscure gifs and pictures. :P
can't breath
that sig
thank you tick for making my late night. xD
EDIT: But you realize what this betrayal means, right? REMOVAL FROM MY OWN SIG! BWAHAHA
that sig
thank you tick for making my late night. xD
EDIT: But you realize what this betrayal means, right? REMOVAL FROM MY OWN SIG! BWAHAHA
Apples.
His day had been filled with apples. Albert's bag had been filled with apples. The day had been humid for him, as it had been for everybody, but it hardly fazed him. He had aching arms, a smile on his face, and apples.
Today, his mother was baking pies.
The walk from his home to the village was always a long one, but today had been shorter than the rest. The heat was bringing life to the only world he ha knew; birds chirped, small animals scurried away at the sight of him, and people had been about when he was at the marketplace. The last one, of course, was likely because of the next day's coming rain cloud and the need for people to shelter themselves against such things, but that hardly mattered to the boy, not today; not for any day, at that matter. His life was a normal one for a boy who lived on Mos'Crescit. Boring too, but that was how he liked it so how could he complain?
The sight of the cottage he called home sent him into a sprint, the bag flailing in his grip and the fruit within falling without cause to the ground. He would pick them up and wash them later, but for now his family's smiling faces was all he wanted. "Mother, father, I'm home!" he called bursting through the house's only door. "Hey there, kiddo," his father had been the first to respond, looking up from his book where he sat. "Welcome home, Albie," his mother had said next peeking out from behind the pantry which blocked her view of the doorway. He raced over to his mother after dropping the bag into a warm embrace. "I missed you," he said into her shoulder. "It's only been a few hours you big baby," she chided teasingly in response. "Now go say hello to your father."
"Hey there, son. You got the stuff?" he had asked as his son dashed over to the spot next to him. "Yes, sir," Was all he responded with, a serious salute matching his words. "Now don't give me that," an exaggerated frown replacing his smiling features. "I'm your father, show me some warmth." And so he hugged his father excitedly, like the child he was. "I missed you too, dad..." Albert's voice was filled with emotion as he said this. "Don't cry now," his father said with the same tone as his mother had beforehand. "-It's a man's duty not to show emotion like that. Now, wash up; dinner is almost ready and I've had a long, busy day of working that radio." This was met with a disappointed face by his son. "But what about the pie?" He had asked, suddenly full of a disappointment that his father couldn't help but laugh at. "We're having it later, for dessert. Just do as you're told and there should be mo worries on your end; okay?" Albert's enthusiasm returned as he practically shouted his response. "A-okay!"
This happiness, it felt almost foreign, but he enjoyed it none the less.
His day had been filled with apples. Albert's bag had been filled with apples. The day had been humid for him, as it had been for everybody, but it hardly fazed him. He had aching arms, a smile on his face, and apples.
Today, his mother was baking pies.
The walk from his home to the village was always a long one, but today had been shorter than the rest. The heat was bringing life to the only world he ha knew; birds chirped, small animals scurried away at the sight of him, and people had been about when he was at the marketplace. The last one, of course, was likely because of the next day's coming rain cloud and the need for people to shelter themselves against such things, but that hardly mattered to the boy, not today; not for any day, at that matter. His life was a normal one for a boy who lived on Mos'Crescit. Boring too, but that was how he liked it so how could he complain?
The sight of the cottage he called home sent him into a sprint, the bag flailing in his grip and the fruit within falling without cause to the ground. He would pick them up and wash them later, but for now his family's smiling faces was all he wanted. "Mother, father, I'm home!" he called bursting through the house's only door. "Hey there, kiddo," his father had been the first to respond, looking up from his book where he sat. "Welcome home, Albie," his mother had said next peeking out from behind the pantry which blocked her view of the doorway. He raced over to his mother after dropping the bag into a warm embrace. "I missed you," he said into her shoulder. "It's only been a few hours you big baby," she chided teasingly in response. "Now go say hello to your father."
"Hey there, son. You got the stuff?" he had asked as his son dashed over to the spot next to him. "Yes, sir," Was all he responded with, a serious salute matching his words. "Now don't give me that," an exaggerated frown replacing his smiling features. "I'm your father, show me some warmth." And so he hugged his father excitedly, like the child he was. "I missed you too, dad..." Albert's voice was filled with emotion as he said this. "Don't cry now," his father said with the same tone as his mother had beforehand. "-It's a man's duty not to show emotion like that. Now, wash up; dinner is almost ready and I've had a long, busy day of working that radio." This was met with a disappointed face by his son. "But what about the pie?" He had asked, suddenly full of a disappointment that his father couldn't help but laugh at. "We're having it later, for dessert. Just do as you're told and there should be mo worries on your end; okay?" Albert's enthusiasm returned as he practically shouted his response. "A-okay!"
This happiness, it felt almost foreign, but he enjoyed it none the less.
I would do it, having very little else but right and search for a place to live right now, but seeing as how Roland is going to be a part of the boarding party, I'm probably the least suited for the job. :/
"Always happy to help..."
Name: Albert Shin
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Personality: Albert is soft-spoken, responsible, and, when there is time, child-like. His home life required him to grow up earlier than most, but still retains the wonder and energy (even if he is still on the demur side of what you'd call "energy") that most kids his age have. The kind of kid who is trustful and willing to help those in need; one who was never taught "don't talk to strangers".
Skills:
#Housekeeping
#Cooking
#Sewing
#Gardening
#Cooking
#Sewing
#Gardening
Likes/Dislikes:
+A warm bed
+Animals that have fur
+Walking
-Excessive noise
-Rude people
+Animals that have fur
+Walking
-Excessive noise
-Rude people
History: Albert lived with his parents in a wooded cottage not far from the main boundaries of the town Mos'Crescit; part of the Regana'Hier Pod. It was a town that never progressed much out of its basic settlement stages, despite the many years that it has been around. His early life featured few memories of his father, and an endless play time with his mother, who had always been more like a sister to him. This was due to the fact that his mother never truly advanced out of the mental stage of the child she was now currently raising, and his father's need to take care of both of them as if he were a single parent. Albert had never learned that, at least until the day his father never came back. He was never found, so it was hypothesized by the townspeople around that he had simply fallen off. His mother didn't mind too much, just so long as her son stuck around to play with her. Albert, on the other hand, at the early age of seven, had to take on the mantle of man of the house and take care of his mother much like how his father had done before him.
The next year for him was nothing but a chore. He learned how to cook, to clean, when to buy household goods and how to repair torn cloth. What little income they had came from selling vegetables his mother and him had begun growing in a small garden only two years before. Life was hard for them. Food wasn't always available. It had him emotionally grow up at an almost unrealistic rate. Yet they both persevere, day in and day out.
Tick said
xDYou get me.
We be bros.
I smell the smell of another srs mission. It can be Roland's...loyalty thing. Winning gives him powers. Losing causes Roland to despise "you"(everyone in the team) and become utterly useless and/or dead.
I've already got this planned out. And yes, there is the possibility of Roland becoming useless/dead. Sunny D knows the deal. It's going to be more scripted than the rest, but still have that "do what you want" sort of attitude. I was thinking it might be best to tackle this one in smaller teams like was suggested when we thought of bringing more people on board.
Don't worry, I'll solve that prob. for you. I'll just accept everyone that comes in. As the singular GM of Nova.Eat OP editing power, b1tchs.
[S]DAMN YOU MY EVIL TWIN!![S] Like I said, bros.
If you clicked/copied the link with the timestamp, it gives you the line:Followed by further horror.If the site cooperated, it would be a gag about the toaster thing (that tricked you into listening to Barbra Streisand). Now it's only broken formatting. :[ I'd play the death bugle for military funerals, but the site'd just break it.
I'd be up to proofread the entry. :]
Refer to the above.
And tank you vrry much, good sir. ;)
Sundered Echo said
Kasyra can totally fix Roland.I mean how different can it possibly be from wiring a toaster up to make precision FTL jumps?
Roland always wanted to be able to travel at FTL speeds right?
Sort of, but I don't think his body has had the kind of training the standard Vanguard has endured to have much use for it. :P
Tick said
Well now I just feel guilty.We can get a sleezy doctor on Noveria to fix it. Maybe add some "features" to boot. (The sheer amount of possibilities to fix Roland wrong is infinite)Hahaha. Holy shit. That's fantastic. Didn't even bother to properly port it. Why don't we get bios like that anymore? Can we temporarily lower our standards to Casual or Free and take out all those rules that scare people off? I do remember Soshi tearing him a new one, it got referenced later on. Also fantastic. :]And intrigued and horrifed's the best place to be, that's why the Reapers and Lovecraftian gods are our best friends.You used the word :D[/url]Kasy on drugs, eh? This is gonna be fun.EDIT: Stupid formatting. Cannot handle a YouTube link.
GOOD. YOU SHOULD. NOBODY CAN REPLACE THE HERO LOVABLE DORK OF THE TEAM.
CyborgRolandYesss *cough*
As fun as it would be to lower our standards like that for kicks, I don't think we would get another doozie like Gee. A few good ones, but its hard to meet Gee's bar.
Also I'm not a complete asshole. ;D
It seems to be the timestamp that's breaking the code. :/
And why Barbra Streisand? Honestly, why?
EDIT: On a completely different note, anybody willing to proofread my short story for the Guild's Writer of the Month competition?
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