kapuchuThey could never get Moksha, that cat is too cool.
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Madama Witch
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7 yrs ago
WHO DAT BOY, 911
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8 yrs ago
Stop and frisk me, daddy. Unf.
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9 yrs ago
Organize a strike in your school or workplace on the grounds that it does not satisfy your need for indolence & spiritual beauty.
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@Cinderella ManWe might should finish our interaction soon.
Mhhmmm… me neither, although I didn't eat doritos or dance.
I was that weird kid who spent her lunch brakes reading massive books or sleeping.
The Inheritance cycle was a fun one, I loved bringing the huge books into class and letting them hit my desk with a satisfying thunk. :)
For that matter I was also known in my class as the girl who would hit you with whatever book she was reading if you annoyed her.
Right up until I dropped out of school that is. :)
wait. I didn't do any of that in middle school...
Not even high school...
I ate doritos and danced XD
xD
I was the girl who had ken dolls noosed and hanging in her mini van window. Would wear unmatching socks/shoes/earrings. Had a series of 'bird calls' to communicate with my best friend over distances. and had half the school convinced I had a twin sister.
It was awesome.
God i miss high school. those were the easy years.
Woah, okay. XD Hey, guys. I'm good. What about you?
Listening to podcasts, looking for a job.
@Paradigm Shift
Yo get a vespa
@DashingHeights No no she's actually lying tho, it's not okay to post here-- join the club, none of us have authorization to
It's like being in middle school, and sharing a clove cigarette behind the dumpster during lunch time, and all the teachers know your back there doing it, but none of them step up and stop you and you all curse under your breath and do weird sex stuff and complain about how shitty everything is and how your parents are the WORST and its great cause you aren't allowed to do any of this but you're doing it anyway because you're a badass with your 11 year old homies
its like that but with posting
It's like being in middle school, and sharing a clove cigarette behind the dumpster during lunch time, and all the teachers know your back there doing it, but none of them step up and stop you and you all curse under your breath and do weird sex stuff and complain about how shitty everything is and how your parents are the WORST and its great cause you aren't allowed to do any of this but you're doing it anyway because you're a badass with your 11 year old homies
its like that but with posting
@MokleyI should probably have Nel talk to Kettle before then...
Still here--
Life support is the ONLY MORAL OPTION
Life support is the ONLY MORAL OPTION
@Monochromatic RainbowDude i'd rather run a game like Fallout 2-- or any game that wasn't specifically designed for a tablet-- on my lappy. You're going to sit down and focus on it, just chill with your computer and play it, tablets are stil pretty clunky and buggy, especially when it comes to adapting games...
I feel like if Android was really all that versatile, they wouldn't be the ones bringing in a fraction of the third party apps Apple gets.
BUT THAT'S JUST ME.
@SirBeowulf
What would that experiment be, I wonder...?
I feel like if Android was really all that versatile, they wouldn't be the ones bringing in a fraction of the third party apps Apple gets.
BUT THAT'S JUST ME.
@SirBeowulf
What would that experiment be, I wonder...?
Except Apple phones run smoother, actually have a user interface, and don't punish you for not understanding how the phone works, but whatever.
I w-wouldn't let you guys into Vault 420 anyway..
I w-wouldn't let you guys into Vault 420 anyway..
Nel, left alone at the entrance with that strange being made of bones to her side, put her entire being in resisting the urge to scream. The spider woman was right, Kettle had summoned them all there for a reason, if she hadn't summoned her specifically, she should still try to honor some secrecy to some degree. As if the spider woman had never left, Nel brought her own hands to her mouth.
Off to the side, the cameldragon gave another yawn.
The beast was right. She was being childish-- the skeleton thing-- skeleton man was only that; a man! Tales in her village of men who dressed in the bones of their enemies aside, Kettle surely wouldn't have summoned him here if he meant to suck out all of their bones through their eye holes!
Slowly, still shaking from where she stood, Nel brought her hands down from her mouth, "S-so..." she began, eyes wide as she turned to look down at the face... face? of the spooky... skeleton... being... "Umm... Nice weather...?"
During the period in which the human standing next to him decided she was going to have a minor mental breakdown, Clavic decided that he was going to hum quietly under his breath to a random tune he composed during his roll through the Desert of Glass.
He tilted his head upwards, and his skull-mask by extention, to look into Nel's eyes. "Weather? Hm. I suppose it could be considered nice. It's more of a lukewarm 'eh', to me." The skeleton clad creature turned his head downwards to the ground then back up to Nel after a good period of time.
"I hope I don't sound too rude in assuming that you're frightened of my appearance." Clav fiddled with a shard of bone in his hands. "You can tell me if you are. I'd be lying if I said I weren't used to it."
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-whhaaaat??" She stuttered, "Me? Frightened? Haha, Noooooo..." She fidgeted uncomfortably at the sight of the shard of bone, "I mean, sure maybe I'm a little unsettled, I guess, but frieghtened?" She said, putting extra emphasis on the word 'frightened,' "Nahhhhhh," She said, attempting to force some reassuing half smile, "It's just, y'know, a lot to take in after you've pretty much been on the same farm your whole life..."
Clavic very easily traced her sight to the fragment of bone, and he tucked it away in his "clothing" as an attempt to possibly seem less threatening. Most likely to no avail. "Mm. Well, just know that I'm no threat." He looked straight in front of him, instead of looking into Nel's eyes. "Couldn't be if I wanted to, really."
"Oh?" Nel followed his gaze into the seemingly meaningless swampy horizon-- he had her intrigued, which was infinitely preferable to the abject horror she had been feeling several moments prior.
"Does this really look like it's the best for being a deadly predator?" Clav gestured to his clothing and the bones attached to it.
"Um... Yes? Where I come from, wearing bones generally screams 'I'm deadly'"
"Where I'm from, it's a sign that you're competent. You can take instructions. And, to be honest, they're kind of like company." A light tapping arose from Clav rapping his finger against the head of his skull mask. "When you live in a tiny nook and only really get out to steal books from a library, these guys are the closest to companionship you can get."
Nel tilted her head, "Instructions?"
He looked up to Nel, then back down at the skeleton on his chest. "The urge to collect bones and other things in the "osteo" category is conditioned into the infants of my species by the parents." Clav began tapping his chest skull again.
Osteo. The word drew a blank stare from Nel, even though the man explained that it basically meant all things bone. Apparently his kind just... collected bones for company. The more she thought about it, the more tragic it all seemed-- worse yet, he apparently had to deal with people like her, thinking he was some kind of boogey man all the time. With a sigh, Nel brought herself to slowly, move closer to the being, sitting just a few feet away from him.
This was progress! He was still spooky as hell, and despite herself, she couldn't just erase the tales she had heard in her village of the more sinister bone men. Still, she didn't have any bone to pick with this guy in particular, on the contrary, he seemed nice.
"So it's just... You collect bones for company?" Nel gazed forward from where she sat on the steps, she chuckled under her breath, "Is it culturally insensitive for me to say that that's kind of macabre?"
Off to the side, the cameldragon gave another yawn.
The beast was right. She was being childish-- the skeleton thing-- skeleton man was only that; a man! Tales in her village of men who dressed in the bones of their enemies aside, Kettle surely wouldn't have summoned him here if he meant to suck out all of their bones through their eye holes!
Slowly, still shaking from where she stood, Nel brought her hands down from her mouth, "S-so..." she began, eyes wide as she turned to look down at the face... face? of the spooky... skeleton... being... "Umm... Nice weather...?"
During the period in which the human standing next to him decided she was going to have a minor mental breakdown, Clavic decided that he was going to hum quietly under his breath to a random tune he composed during his roll through the Desert of Glass.
He tilted his head upwards, and his skull-mask by extention, to look into Nel's eyes. "Weather? Hm. I suppose it could be considered nice. It's more of a lukewarm 'eh', to me." The skeleton clad creature turned his head downwards to the ground then back up to Nel after a good period of time.
"I hope I don't sound too rude in assuming that you're frightened of my appearance." Clav fiddled with a shard of bone in his hands. "You can tell me if you are. I'd be lying if I said I weren't used to it."
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-whhaaaat??" She stuttered, "Me? Frightened? Haha, Noooooo..." She fidgeted uncomfortably at the sight of the shard of bone, "I mean, sure maybe I'm a little unsettled, I guess, but frieghtened?" She said, putting extra emphasis on the word 'frightened,' "Nahhhhhh," She said, attempting to force some reassuing half smile, "It's just, y'know, a lot to take in after you've pretty much been on the same farm your whole life..."
Clavic very easily traced her sight to the fragment of bone, and he tucked it away in his "clothing" as an attempt to possibly seem less threatening. Most likely to no avail. "Mm. Well, just know that I'm no threat." He looked straight in front of him, instead of looking into Nel's eyes. "Couldn't be if I wanted to, really."
"Oh?" Nel followed his gaze into the seemingly meaningless swampy horizon-- he had her intrigued, which was infinitely preferable to the abject horror she had been feeling several moments prior.
"Does this really look like it's the best for being a deadly predator?" Clav gestured to his clothing and the bones attached to it.
"Um... Yes? Where I come from, wearing bones generally screams 'I'm deadly'"
"Where I'm from, it's a sign that you're competent. You can take instructions. And, to be honest, they're kind of like company." A light tapping arose from Clav rapping his finger against the head of his skull mask. "When you live in a tiny nook and only really get out to steal books from a library, these guys are the closest to companionship you can get."
Nel tilted her head, "Instructions?"
He looked up to Nel, then back down at the skeleton on his chest. "The urge to collect bones and other things in the "osteo" category is conditioned into the infants of my species by the parents." Clav began tapping his chest skull again.
Osteo. The word drew a blank stare from Nel, even though the man explained that it basically meant all things bone. Apparently his kind just... collected bones for company. The more she thought about it, the more tragic it all seemed-- worse yet, he apparently had to deal with people like her, thinking he was some kind of boogey man all the time. With a sigh, Nel brought herself to slowly, move closer to the being, sitting just a few feet away from him.
This was progress! He was still spooky as hell, and despite herself, she couldn't just erase the tales she had heard in her village of the more sinister bone men. Still, she didn't have any bone to pick with this guy in particular, on the contrary, he seemed nice.
"So it's just... You collect bones for company?" Nel gazed forward from where she sat on the steps, she chuckled under her breath, "Is it culturally insensitive for me to say that that's kind of macabre?"
I was using this one with t2 and Cinderella Mang, but if there's an official one I can hop over.
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