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"I feel like I could eat the whole world raw."
10 yrs ago
When one of us goes to war. We all go to war.
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10 yrs ago
Here's a limmerick There once was a team out of Haven with an outlook as black as a raven they were meant to fight BANK but our hearts all but sank WHEN WE HEARD THAT THEY'D RUN HOME AND TURNED CRAVEN
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10 yrs ago
When you realize you gotta make an IC intro post and just '...'
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Big things are coming! Stay tuned ~
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Eh, no sweat. Just thought of it around Oscar season and thought it'd be fun to try out. Thanks for the response anyway!
To expand a bit more upon it, this was the general thesis around it.

You'd have to elect someone whose dedicated enough to run it, or elect a new person for each award ceremony and whatnot.

At any point during the lead up to the awards you can nominate any post for any of the given awards.

Once the two month period is one week away, the person who is running the awards either for that month or in general (depending on your decision obviously) will post all the nominations. Then people will vote for each section either via PM or strawpoll or any other method that ends up being selected.

'host' then announces the winners on the last day or so.

Those were my general thoughts about how to go about the awards.
Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend


Bianca knelt down picking up the suit. She took off her coat and attempted to dress herself as hurriedly as possible. She was, rather viciously wounded, welts covering much of her skin. She winced as she tightened the belt to keep her pants up. Her fingers nimbly but painfully worked with the buttons on the dress shirt, her skin was dry and cracked and her finger tips showed clear signs of struggling most likely from the chain that had bound her earlier.

She made eye contact with Gratia before glancing in Vitoria’s direction. “I’m done being the Dodici’s bitch.” She said making her way over to Vitoria’s motionless body.

She stood over her for a brief moment. If she had seen Vitoria on the streets she would’ve thought her to be a rather normal Mistralian noble. She seemed somewhat pretentious in her outfit and hair choice, but other than that – rather normal. Her eyes were rather kind when she was unconscious; it was something Bianca was admittedly taken aback by. She was used to insults, used to vitriol being spewed from the girl’s mouth. She glared at the unconscious girl’s fingers. They were dainty, delicate, each with the precision and dexterity to pluck a feather from a bird.

But perhaps that’s not a great metaphor.

Bianca’s foot met Vitoria’s ribcage. Something snapped rather violently. Bianca’s foot didn’t wait to find out before impacting the rib cage once more. She sent a final kick to Vitoria’s abdomen as the Dodici flipped over on herself skidding slightly on the concrete.

“Fucking Cosca.” Bianca said quietly, returning to Gratia’s side straightening her suit jacket as she did.

She sported a small limp, but she could walk on her own – which was important. The freedom of walking felt like an entirely new sensation after being chained up for so long. But she was still in rough shape – most certainly not in any shape to do battle against any would-be aggressors. Her skin was cracking and she was light-headed from rather extreme dehydration. When she regained Gratia’s side she placed a hand on the concrete wall, awaiting her teammates plan.
@ArgentCsero

The Mist team is currently being wrapped up by another user, the Stone village though has three open spots available.
@Guess Who

Yeah that was the idea!
I still think the Beacon awards should be considered, it seems like it could be really fun! And there's a bunch of positives to it as well. (Promotes activity/thoughtful content, creates a monthly/bi-monthly event).
@Guess Who

Lucky, I'm not getting a break what with Uni being Uni and all.
@Guess Who

Yeah, you're probably right.

It is cleared up now, we know what's up and it's completely fixable my surgery is scheduled for next week so no worries.
Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend


There was a time in Bianca’s life that not many people were aware of. She was young, just thirteen years old at the time and she had just ran away from home, it was the first time.

She must’ve looked like a fool. She was wearing a floral summer dress that may have caught many a stranger’s eye. She was the only one wearing a floral summer dress where she had found herself. She was stumbling out of an alley, trying to find her way when Gratia had noticed her and helped her out. Showed her around a little, spoke to her. It was such a strange moment, Gratia too looked out of place but not for the same reason as Bianca. It was more or less like someone who was imprisoned – but was unaware of why.

Her wings fluttered in curiosity at the sour-faced girl. Bianca had learned as much as any young girl about poverty. But without first hand experience there was no truly understanding the depths of poverty. But Bianca was on the run and she felt as though she wanted to make an impact on the girl's life. When she finished conversing with her she took off her family ring and handed it to Gratia, telling her to keep it safe. It was one of the only moments in Bianca's life she could recall where it didn't seem like Gratia knew what to do or say, perhaps right now as well. She still remembered what Gratia had said.

“Thanks a lot… Birdbrain”

Bianca snapped back to reality, Gratia was taking the clothes off of one of the guards. Bianca knew what she planned immediately and nodded in her teammates direction. Forcing herself to stand, steadying herself against the cold concrete wall and using her wings to steady herself, though she found them to be much more noticeably cold than before – due to the lack of feathers most likely.

She prepared herself for the spare pair of clothes as Gratia planned. The man whose clothes were being stripped from his body groaned, but Bianca could tell Gratia hadn’t taken the pressure off of him yet and as such he wouldn’t be going anywhere. He caught Bianca’s gaze and his eyes were like razors. He wanted her dead, obviously.

She flipped him the bird.
Alright well, I'm back. Had a bit of a medical scare doctors thought it could've been cancer - but now it seems we've ruled that out.

I should have a post up by the end of the day.
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