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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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Got a drawing tablet, time to draw porn
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Seeing actual bushfire footage looks straight out of Hell... It moves so quickly and so powerfully, literally the trees just ignite. You firefighters are absolute legends, but please, don't die.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FUTURE! LOVE, AUSTRALIA
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Today ain't Christmas, it's garbage day!
Bio
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T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D
You are the wind at my back and the sword at my side;
D E L T A 4 4
together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world.
F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M
Just you...
S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N
and me.
Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
I'm a roleplayer, same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, that particular tactic fucking failed. Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is Chrom x Robin (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?" "Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."
"So I heard."
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."
There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever. Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms. Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. Another with too many dimensions. Another with not enough. Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn to survive. Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion. And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution. An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness. And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
The steady gallop set by Kestrel doesn't wear out her companion, trailing up one of the main roads towards Six Corners, its glimmering visage in the distance.
And with it, the clearly labelled signs of telltale destruction echoes like a beacon of danger.
However, Kestrel doesn't fault in her advance. Pressing forward, she kicks Greg into high gear, pursued to find the truth in such a dangerous and heart-wrenching location. The smell of death travels not long after that of the desolate town before her, however, and soon the young woman finds herself coming to a halt; merely to breath, no less and no more, as the smell tears her mind from its previous convictions.
Oddly, the reek of death shifts her mental focus back home. How her parents would cry if they heard their second daughter was going on a suicide quest to save the world! It wasn't as though she decided it on a whim, either - she knew the risks in doing what she was about to do.
She remembered all too well.
People still prayed, despite the current situation. Kestrel couldn't understand it one bit, believing in a God which had so clearly forsaken you an age ago. She didn't voice her concerns - she knew better of it than to voice her agnosticism when being taken in by the church. Asylum was hard to come by with the demons invading, Kestrel barely lucky enough to gain such a status, at least for a night. Alas, her night had come to pass, and she was out the door before they could kick her. She sympathized with the peoples behind the relief effort, working practically day and night to support various peoples whom couldn't find a home. She hoped that her spot would be put to good use.
An eye out and around town, the young woman strolled in the early hours of the morning, just before the busy nature of the city would revive, like one big creature coming to life. Its citizens stumbled out of bed and into the stalls, shops and stores; fresh bread was to be made, its scent thick and sweet with perfection; the various merchants and traders tidied up their stalls and brought out new wares and items from out of nowhere, the routine of the day finally kicking in. For a place so close to danger, nothing appeared too out-of-place in the lazy city. It woke and bustled like any other day - comforting in a world of mortal peril, but not what she was looking for.
No. What Kestrel wanted was far more valuable than a comfortable lifestyle in a world gone mad.
A sister. Robin.
She made her way to the barracks. If what she'd heard was true (and God knows she paid for it, cursed Dwarf), then Robin had been stationed right at the forefront of the conflict. It wasn't exactly hard to locate - the tower with the banners of Firen was key enough. The problem was finding out if Robin was, in fact, here.
And if she wasn't, wherever else she could be.
Apparently, her sister was pretty bad when it came to not leaving an impression, for it never really took her long to figure out where Robin had gone. Apparently, she was really good at making scenes or looking suspicious - something which went in Kestrel's favor. The barracks themselves were simple enough, with a general meeting space as soon as one entered, likely where prisoners reunited with their families. A reception for caged criminals, if you will. It even came with a front desk.
Not quite knowing her way about discussing the matter to another, she walked up to the front desk and muttered a faint 'excuse me', to which the guard behind the desk barely registered.
"Mmmh?"
Her eyes darted to the floor. Normally she was alright when speaking to others, but since she'd never really spoken to someone with authority before...
"U-uh... I was wondering if, erm... a certain new guard had been added to your roster?"
"Are you talking about that Robin girl?"
"Y-yes! That's her!" Kestrel's eyes lit up for a moment, however his complexion perplexed her. "... Something happened, correct?"
"She's not here."
Her heart sank. Just when Kestrel thought she'd found her sister, she'd escaped her grasp again. However, ever able to keep herself composed, she continued her queries: "Do you know where she went?"
"She joined the Firen Guard stationed within the city, however we found all too late that she was simply using our transport as a ride. She ditched guard duty the moment she arrived, which caused quite the stir from the higher-ups." The young guardsman sighed. "Supposedly she went around town shoplifting before leaving; the reports were not accurate, however someone certainly did go around taking the food off some of the poor folk in this town. We're letting people know about her since she's broken the law, but we don't expect anyone to go beyond the borders of the city for a mere theft."
Kestrel's eyes narrowed, nerves spiked. "She went beyond the city walls?" His nod caused her to become visibly upset, and she certainly felt it. Beyond the borders, she could have gone anywhere - how was Kestrel to find her sister in a world so impossibly large?
"In the direction of Six Corners. Where The Wizard is having that meeting to recruit able-bodied men."
Six Corners? Wizard?
"U-um, excuse me..." The guard perked up at her humbled approach. "W-where is this Six Corners...? And if you don't m-mind me asking, what's this about a wizard?"
From her face he could tell she was genuinely curious. Growing up in a small town all her life meant she didn't know much of the outside world, barely beyond the borders of town. It was a comfortable form of lifestyle - one she sorely missed. She hoped she could get Robin back and that the war would end so they could all return to it, together. "Six Corners follows the Southroad: a road which leads directly to Six Corners from the city. It's the central hub of trade around here, with plenty of major roads leading in and out of it. However recently our scouts suggest its been ransacked. By cultists. The Grand Wizard of the realm has set up a meeting place there, calling to arms anyone willing to support him on his quest. From what I've heard there's nothing for you to get involved, so not a lot of people are rushing over there."
Now that sounded like Robin!
Hesitant, the young woman quizzed: "S-sir, are there any prerequisites to go on this perilous journey?" He shook his head.
"As far as I can tell, so long as you can swing a sword, you can join. I haven't had the luxury of finding one of his special flyers myself, however, so-"
He cut himself off when he found himself talking to thin air. He would call out to the young woman, however she was gone before he could stop her. It wasn't often youth so readily raised a sword in the face of danger in today's world; he just hoped she knew what she was doing...
And Kestrel hoped she knew too...
Their pace slowed after their pause, from a lively gallop to a more evenly-paced canter, steadily approaching from the North. The closer they got, the more their pace slowed, till finally, the very outskirts of Six Corners was beside them.
Or what was left of it.
Greg couldn't suppress a whinny, for which she couldn't fault him for, however she gently stroked his neck as a means of calming his nerves. "Shh, easy there, boy... Let them rest in peace..." The stench of corpses was enough to make her sick, and the sight made her eyes watery against the metallic colour. Their bodies littered the floor like a trail of suffering, and the further into town she got, the harder it was to navigate around them. The debris from the buildings and embers from the fall didn't make things any easier, either. All about was a sight Kestrel had never witnessed before, never truly experienced before first-hand.
And for once, she hoped Robin hadn't come this way.
An entire bazaar barren. It was eerie, considering the previous city had it's center bustling in the early hours of the morning. The sun's light was well beyond morning at Six Corners, and the stillness of the place unsettled her. Smoke poured from dying embers, like the end of the line for some of the poor folk caught in the slaughter. Guards, civilians, merchants, husbands, wives, children; all were equal among the corpses strewn about the bazaar. Lifeless and equal. A terrifying thought to bear about the future of the world.
But she wasn't here for them. As much as she wanted to say she was, her goal was to find someone in a town full of no-one. Their demise had come earlier than she could've hoped to save. However, if it was not too late, she could find Robin somewhere around Six Corners. And to do that, she would need to find the mystery wizard.
And the first place of intrigue was around the bazaar.
Without any clear direction, however, she opted rather to stand around awkwardly until something happened. She didn't even know if or when people would arrive, but if they did, perhaps they could guide her to her target. Little did she know, the Wizard for which she sought was in a building around the bazaar, extra company included. The whinny of Greg the horse may have attracted their attention, though.
"Shh, Greg, quiet...!" She whispered harshly, however he gave another loud neigh, before finally calming down. "Shh... There we go, boy... There there..."
I'll probably start writing in the afternoon, though can I just saw that opening felt really story-like :O I could visualise the whole thing; it was awesome! ^-^
Club/free time KoiHer hair actually falls back behind her head. Though curly, it spirals steadily down her back, reaching the lower back in length. She stands at 5'7 and always gives off this creepy vibe when in public. She's never seen without something related to the paranormal, most notably her journal, which has some... less than happy entries.
Persona: Atë. Child of the Greek goddess Eris, Atë is all things ruin, mischief, delusion, and folly. Thrown down from Mt. Olympus, Atë was banished to earth forever, treading on the heads of mortal men, and causing ruin in her wake.
Personality: Kestrel is usually very grey. Be it in her morals or her overall presence, she typically doesn't stand out too much most of the time, often sitting on the fence when it comes to any decisions that might be directed at her. Her strikingly center-bound compass points her in the lane of indecisiveness, realism, and a skill set that covers a great many things, yet excelling at none. Raised in a household where her opinion was often silenced by an older and younger sibling, Kestrel has become something of a shadow: forever observing, but never doing anything.
At least, that's how she appears on the outside. Inside, her head is a labyrinth of tales, tactics, and tolerance for others. Once opened up, the young lady can be quite talkative, and willing to admit her loneliness. She connects well with animals when not in the presence of others, and her horse, Greg, is fiercely protected by her. Needless to say she's a bit over the place, though in a world infested with demons, who isn't?
History: Kestrel is an orphan. Her blood parents, mother a knight and father a merchant, both died under circumstances she does not know. What she does know is she was taken in by a family of smiths, from where her surname was born, and the only connection to her former life is a simple, yet priceless ruby necklace.
The unofficial middle child of the Smith family, Kestrel was the pretty one; her hair a golden blonde like her adoptee father (before he turned grey), whereas both her sisters took their mother's brunette. Because of this, she was treated a little roughly by her other sisters, however it wasn't anything too harsh. The lot of them were tomboyish, even Kestrel, having learned how to wield a wooden sword before she could tie her shoes, leading to some very unfortunate accidents. With her older sister Robin being the responsible one, and her younger sister Allouette being the boisterous one, there wasn't much of a place for Kestrel to fill. She was quiet, and enjoyed reading and smithing in her own time, or tending to the animals.
By ten she forged a dagger all her own. It took her another year to make her own blade. Pretty soon, Mister Smith had an assistant in the forge, and Missus Smith was teaching a young Kestrel how to work not only with animals, but with nature. She picked up some handy skills at home, which have since come in use over time. Her older sister, Robin, went to join the war effort after The Failed Battle, being the most able potential soldier of the family. However her parents grief over what may happen to Kestrel's older sister has given her reason, too, to venture beyond the walls of her small town. With a fresh set of armour, supplies, and her trusty hand-and-a-half longsword, Kestrel left home to find her older sister, and to drag her back there.
Equipment:
Hand-and-a-half Steel Longsword - Recently reforged of better quality steel, with better quality skill behind it. It's sharper than most knives.
Supply Backpack - The kind with supplies in it! Able to hold, at most, five days worth of food and water. Currently has two days of each.
Steel Banded Armour - Basically the same as in the image but with a proper steel breastplate. She has a simple grey, long-sleeved cloth tunic under her armour, with blue cloth trousers.
Example post:
It was dark, but morning. It was agreed upon by her ma and pa that she would be sent off before the dawn, as it would give her more time to find a safe spot to set up camp the following night. The air was crisp and clear, a light rain from moments before having cleared up, yet leaving a river of puddles in its wake. Kestrel was thankful she would be riding Greg for most of the trip, if for nothing else.
At her side was her sword, and on her arms, her armour. "You can never be too careful out there," her father warned. "Sleep with it on if you're using a fire. You may need it."
"I'll be fine, pa." She told him; a petty white lie, whispered to the wind. "Ma's told me everything I need to know about sleeping in the wilderness. And you've told me everything I might need to know about defending myself. You know I'm capable."
"As much as Robin?"
Kestrel flinched somewhat. "I know you want me to have confidence in you, Kes." His words came like that of a sage - unwavering in tone and forever wise. It always astounded her how her father didn't always act this way. "But I want you to have caution. This won't be a simple task; what you're asking is something no daughter of mine should ever be forced to face. If I were in better condition I-" He winced, groaned, and Kestrel gently rubbed his leg to soothe the pain. Apparently hammering yourself in the shin really hurts.
"Are you alright, papa?"
He chuckled, gruff like the beard her bore. "You always call me that when you're worried about me..." He took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm OK. And before you ask, yes, you can call me papa like you used to. I'm not that grumpy."
He shifted his foot so it rested upon a nearby chair, a little more comfortably than before. "But as I was saying, if I were in better condition, I would be going after her. I just can't imagine what that girl is thinking. Just running off with little more than a letter! I bet she figured out we wouldn't have let her go..."
"Then she's already figured out I'm coming after her."
"Mmmmh..." Her father nodded slowly. Before he could speak, the door behind them opened, and out came two more familiar faces. "Ma, Allouette," said Kestrel, surprised. "I didn't think you were going to... see me off."
Allouette smiled with a tired sheepishness, whereas her mother a much more deceiving one. "No matter how terrible I am in the mornings, I wouldn't miss seeing you off, sis!" Exclaimed the youngest sister, before quickly being silenced by her mother. "R-right, sorry. But yeah, I wasn't going to miss this over some sleep. After all, I'm going to miss you... You better find Robin, OK?"
Kestrel could only offer a half-hearted chuckle and a nod. "I will, Ally. You be sure to take care of ma and pa for me, yeah? You'll have to pull your weight in."
"I will." Was her response, simple and short. As she turned to address the other person, she found arms wrapped around her chest and a face buried in her neck. She felt tears, but didn't comment, knowing it would upset her in a different way. "Mother, my ribs." Her warning was ignored but a few moments longer, till her mother finally pulled away, wiping her eyes. "Ma..."
"I'm still not likin' it, Kes. You, goin' out there, after Robin. It ain't right. But I'm not trustin' Ally, and I'm not trustin' John. And I can't use a sword, so it ain't like I can go. But..." She pauses, and tears threaten her eyes. There's a silence, and soon Kestrel is the one with her arms around her mother. They stay like that for awhile, though Greg's whinny of discomfort caught the attention of all who were present. "You should get ready, Kestrel." Her father said. Kestrel only nodded in reply.
Her backpack of supplies settled on Greg's back, and she on the saddle in front. Few words were exchanged; their goodbyes had been said, and everything had already been put in place well before the moment had come. All that was left now was to leave.
Dawn broke before Kestrel left that morning...
Other:
He's a bit of a dope; not the smartest horse you could ask for. But he's fast, strong, and awfully protective of Kestrel. Hard to communicate with at times, though.
Personality: Kestrel is usually very grey. Be it in her morals or her overall presence, she typically doesn't stand out too much most of the time, often sitting on the fence when it comes to any decisions that might be directed at her. Her strikingly center-bound compass points her in the lane of indecisiveness, realism, and a skill set that covers a great many things, yet excelling at none. Raised in a household where her opinion was often silenced by an older and younger sibling, Kestrel has become something of a shadow: forever observing, but never doing anything.
At least, that's how she appears on the outside. Inside, her head is a labyrinth of tales, tactics, and tolerance for others. Once opened up, the young lady can be quite talkative, and willing to admit her loneliness. She connects well with animals when not in the presence of others, and her horse, Greg, is fiercely protected by her. Needless to say she's a bit over the place, though in a world infested with demons, who isn't?
History: Kestrel is an orphan. Her blood parents, mother a knight and father a merchant, both died under circumstances she does not know. What she does know is she was taken in by a family of smiths, from where her surname was born, and the only connection to her former life is a simple, yet priceless ruby necklace.
The unofficial middle child of the Smith family, Kestrel was the pretty one; her hair a golden blonde like her adoptee father (before he turned grey), whereas both her sisters took their mother's brunette. Because of this, she was treated a little roughly by her other sisters, however it wasn't anything too harsh. The lot of them were tomboyish, even Kestrel, having learned how to wield a wooden sword before she could tie her shoes, leading to some very unfortunate accidents. With her older sister Robin being the responsible one, and her younger sister Allouette being the boisterous one, there wasn't much of a place for Kestrel to fill. She was quiet, and enjoyed reading and smithing in her own time, or tending to the animals.
By ten she forged a dagger all her own. It took her another year to make her own blade. Pretty soon, Mister Smith had an assistant in the forge, and Missus Smith was teaching a young Kestrel how to work not only with animals, but with nature. She picked up some handy skills at home, which have since come in use over time. Her older sister, Robin, went to join the war effort after The Failed Battle, being the most able potential soldier of the family. However her parents grief over what may happen to Kestrel's older sister has given her reason, too, to venture beyond the walls of her small town. With a fresh set of armour, supplies, and her trusty hand-and-a-half longsword, Kestrel left home to find her older sister, and to drag her back there.
Equipment:
Hand-and-a-half Steel Longsword - Recently reforged of better quality steel, with better quality skill behind it. It's sharper than most knives.
Supply Backpack - The kind with supplies in it! Able to hold, at most, five days worth of food and water. Currently has two days of each.
Steel Banded Armour - Basically the same as in the image but with a proper steel breastplate. She has a simple grey, long-sleeved cloth tunic under her armour, with blue cloth trousers.
Example post:
It was dark, but morning. It was agreed upon by her ma and pa that she would be sent off before the dawn, as it would give her more time to find a safe spot to set up camp the following night. The air was crisp and clear, a light rain from moments before having cleared up, yet leaving a river of puddles in its wake. Kestrel was thankful she would be riding Greg for most of the trip, if for nothing else.
At her side was her sword, and on her arms, her armour. "You can never be too careful out there," her father warned. "Sleep with it on if you're using a fire. You may need it."
"I'll be fine, pa." She told him; a petty white lie, whispered to the wind. "Ma's told me everything I need to know about sleeping in the wilderness. And you've told me everything I might need to know about defending myself. You know I'm capable."
"As much as Robin?"
Kestrel flinched somewhat. "I know you want me to have confidence in you, Kes." His words came like that of a sage - unwavering in tone and forever wise. It always astounded her how her father didn't always act this way. "But I want you to have caution. This won't be a simple task; what you're asking is something no daughter of mine should ever be forced to face. If I were in better condition I-" He winced, groaned, and Kestrel gently rubbed his leg to soothe the pain. Apparently hammering yourself in the shin really hurts.
"Are you alright, papa?"
He chuckled, gruff like the beard her bore. "You always call me that when you're worried about me..." He took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm OK. And before you ask, yes, you can call me papa like you used to. I'm not that grumpy."
He shifted his foot so it rested upon a nearby chair, a little more comfortably than before. "But as I was saying, if I were in better condition, I would be going after her. I just can't imagine what that girl is thinking. Just running off with little more than a letter! I bet she figured out we wouldn't have let her go..."
"Then she's already figured out I'm coming after her."
"Mmmmh..." Her father nodded slowly. Before he could speak, the door behind them opened, and out came two more familiar faces. "Ma, Allouette," said Kestrel, surprised. "I didn't think you were going to... see me off."
Allouette smiled with a tired sheepishness, whereas her mother a much more deceiving one. "No matter how terrible I am in the mornings, I wouldn't miss seeing you off, sis!" Exclaimed the youngest sister, before quickly being silenced by her mother. "R-right, sorry. But yeah, I wasn't going to miss this over some sleep. After all, I'm going to miss you... You better find Robin, OK?"
Kestrel could only offer a half-hearted chuckle and a nod. "I will, Ally. You be sure to take care of ma and pa for me, yeah? You'll have to pull your weight in."
"I will." Was her response, simple and short. As she turned to address the other person, she found arms wrapped around her chest and a face buried in her neck. She felt tears, but didn't comment, knowing it would upset her in a different way. "Mother, my ribs." Her warning was ignored but a few moments longer, till her mother finally pulled away, wiping her eyes. "Ma..."
"I'm still not likin' it, Kes. You, goin' out there, after Robin. It ain't right. But I'm not trustin' Ally, and I'm not trustin' John. And I can't use a sword, so it ain't like I can go. But..." She pauses, and tears threaten her eyes. There's a silence, and soon Kestrel is the one with her arms around her mother. They stay like that for awhile, though Greg's whinny of discomfort caught the attention of all who were present. "You should get ready, Kestrel." Her father said. Kestrel only nodded in reply.
Her backpack of supplies settled on Greg's back, and she on the saddle in front. Few words were exchanged; their goodbyes had been said, and everything had already been put in place well before the moment had come. All that was left now was to leave.
Dawn broke before Kestrel left that morning...
Other:
He's a bit of a dope; not the smartest horse you could ask for. But he's fast, strong, and awfully protective of Kestrel. Hard to communicate with at times, though.
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[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]You are the wind at my back[/color] and the sword at my side;[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] D E L T A 4 4 [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]together, my love,[/color] we shall build a peaceful world.[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]Just you...[/color][/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub]and me.[/sub][/cell][/row][/table]
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[row][cell][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg[/img][/cell][cell][right][sub]Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
[color=purple]I'm a roleplayer,[/color] same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, [color=purple][i]that particular tactic fucking failed.[/i][/color]
Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is [color=darkblue]Chrom[/color] [color=pink]x[/color] [color=purple]Robin[/color] (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: [color=darkblue]Awakening.[/color] Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7]Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project[/url] has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
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[right][color=darkblue][sub]"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"[/sub][/color]
[color=purple][sub]"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."[/sub][/color][/right][hr][table]
[row][cell][color=darkblue][sub]"So I heard."
[/sub][/color][/cell][cell][center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg[/img][/center][/cell][cell][right][sub][color=purple]"There are better places
to take a nap than
on the ground, you know."
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There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea.
Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.
Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.
Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see.
Another with too many dimensions.
Another with not enough.
Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn
to survive.
Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.
And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.
An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.
And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in.
It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
~Exurb1a[/hider]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/fr/1/1b/Fire_Emblem_Awakening_Logo.png" /><br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ffb347">◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈</font></div></div><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D </span></font></sub></div></div></th><th class="bb-th"><sub><font color="darkblue">You are the wind at my back</font> and the sword at my side;</sub></th></tr></thead><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> D E L T A 4 4 				 	 </span></font></sub></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">together, my love,</font> we shall build a peaceful world.</sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M </span></font></sub></div></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">Just you...</font></sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N	 </span></font></sub></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub>and me.</sub></td></tr></table></div><br><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub>Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right? <br><br><font color="purple">I'm a roleplayer,</font> same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:<br><br>Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!<br><br>As you can see, <font color="purple"><span class="bb-i">that particular tactic fucking failed.</span></font><br>Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is <font color="darkblue">Chrom</font> <font color="pink">x</font> <font color="purple">Robin</font> (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: <font color="darkblue">Awakening.</font> Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?<br><br>Speaking of loonies, the <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7">Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project</a> has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.<br>	<br><br>	<br>	</sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><br><img src="https://alynerd.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/tumblr_nvrmdwbdkf1ruyji8o1_1280.jpg?w=840" /><br><br><div class="bb-right"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"</sub></font><br><font color="purple"><sub>"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."</sub></font></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"So I heard."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</sub></font></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg" /></div></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub><font color="purple">"There are better places<br>to take a nap than <br>on the ground, you know."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</font></sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="A Hymn For Goldilocks">A Hymn For Goldilocks [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://static.tumblr.com/b572f57912d8b5345269f9dc72e04359/yveunmd/zEwn8f4ke/tumblr_static_4fc6jqggm90kg048ok0kkw0ww_640_v2.jpg" /></div><br><br>There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.<br><br>There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. <br>Goodbye Octopi.<br><br>There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. <br><br>And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.<br>Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.<br><br>There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.<br>Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. <br>Another with too many dimensions.<br>Another with not enough.<br>Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn<br>to survive.<br>Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.<br>And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.<br>An atlas of dead-ends.<br><br>Then again, there is one exception.<br><br>There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.<br>And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. <br>It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.<br><br>~Exurb1a</div></div></div>
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Her hair actually falls back behind her head. Though curly, it spirals steadily down her back, reaching the lower back in length. She stands at 5'7 and always gives off this creepy vibe when in public. She's never seen without something related to the paranormal, most notably her journal, which has some... less than happy entries.
