Clumsywordsmith

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Still waiting with baited breath for official word on Veti's weight...

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Igraine said
Wordsmith, did you just pretty much flat out say Veti is, well... Morbidly obese? Fun post, WOW do I love Nestor! XD

Haha, I took a wild guess; I thought I saw somewhere she was around eight feet tall, so it seemed reasonable!

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Nestor gives a stunned grunt as Veti appears unannounced from behind the Anubi's looming skull; he throws his hands up in surprise from whatever he had been in the midst of doing, right darting instinctively to his sword... and then she is upon him, wrapping her arms around and careening over the edge without so much as a word. He appears to calm nearly instantly, realising who his new 'attacker' happens to be, and squirming restlessly about in her grip he attempts to reposition his wounded shoulder, wincing notably when their combined weight crashes to the hard stone floor below. (A fall from a hundred feet -is- a fall from a hundred feet, after all, whether cushioned by near thirty stone of werewolf flesh or no)

The Demonspawn stifles a cry as Veti finally releases him, rolling and jostling to an eventual stop on his side, one hand splayed against the ground, the other clasping something to his chest. Offering a quirk of the lips caught halfway between a smile and a snarl, he gasps out:

“You might have warned me, Wolf Girl! My thanks all the same...” With that he collapses onto his back, winces – immediately regrets the motion – drawing his right shoulder up a few inches from touching the floor before adding: “And at least I still have -this-” Raising fist from his chest, he gleefully spreads his fingers – the metallic shine of a what appears to be a small detonator resting in the midst of his palm. A laugh follows – then coughing, wheezing, the dragging in of a breath and then laughing again – he staggers to his feet, turns and begins lurching away from the enraged behemoth even as he jams a thumb down against the top of the device.

The crackling burst of a sudden explosion momentarily cuts out the sounds of the surrounding mayhem; Nestor does not even bother to turn and see if his parting gift made so much as a dent – rather, just smiles broadly at Veti through the telltale shower of rocks and broken bits of rubble as they come showering down from all about, then calls out in a choking rasp, even as he turns to begin a mad dash toward the Golem – and, ultimately – the door:

“She was last near Adam, was she not?

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Oooh, Diablo has a story? I didn't notice. Too busy picking up shinies.

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Mmmm... About to unwind after work with a rousing series of Diablio III dungeon runs; gotta get my Demonhunter tank back into fighting shape for the new expansion.

I'll be posting again as soon as enough of the rest catch their characters up to speed.

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Shhh... Don't plant ideas in my head!

Ever onward indeed! It's all a matter of perspective, and how you choose to measure progress. Unfortunately, employers these days don't measure progress in quite the same way as I do.

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Lillian Thorne said
Ha! I have pondered just how dodging crazy women works into the equation and am weighing the wisdom of asking.But for now, what are you going to be studying?

After taking a stab at English, then a stint in computer sciences -- emphasis on programming -- I've settled on Psychology -- with the intention of pursuing a graduate degree afterward -- as it is admittedly about as useless a degree one can get (then again, a PhD in psychology also happens to have the worst return dollar for dollar on money invested, but I say to hell with it.).

As for the dodging in the equation? Well, it's the lack thereof that causes the equation's imbalance -- there are few things that can convince me to sever all ties with sanity and make a jump into the unknown mid-semester. Drugs might be one. Crazy women happen to be the other.

What can I say? Insanity is erotic. Combine it with a good personality, attractive looks, a blisteringly high IQ and I -- for lack of a better expression -- am boned.

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Just fine, today is College Applications Part 3: Or, can Clumsy dodge insane life choices and crazy women long enough to make it through a Bachelor's before thirty?

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Indeed! He was talking to Anastasia. The narrator was referring to Daisy.

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Dead Cruiser said
One of them was destroyed within the last two (Egypt) posts?

"With its last thought, the Anubi longed for his crumbling body to crush those beneath him, and send their souls for their final judgment."

I would say so.