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STATUS: Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever. 9 mos ago
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Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever.
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Better yet, make a new game somehow bringing Halligan and Briggs from Limbo of the Lost together
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I wish I could believe it was coincidence, Mari...I really do.
Ray just smiled, glad to have some friendly, familiar faces here, even if a good fifty percent of the faculty gave him chills.
"Heh, yeah this place can be a bit of a maze. It took me a while to figure it out, but give it time and it will become second nature to you."
It had been a long time since Ray had been able to just fall into easy banter like this, and it did a lot to lift his spirits. Without even realizing it his shoulders slackened, releasing some of that constant tension he carried like a stone. It almost made him forget about what a complete fucking train wreck his life had become.
"I was just heading back to my quarters now, I can help you find yours if you'd like." Ray himself had gotten lost too many times when he first arrived, and eventually learned his way there through trial and error. The one time he had sheepishly asked for directions he made the mistake of asking Maeve. Her stony silence and diamond scowl set the tone for the rest of her and Ray's interaction thus far, and it was something he found hard to forget.
Ray just smiled, glad to have some friendly, familiar faces here, even if a good fifty percent of the faculty gave him chills.
"Heh, yeah this place can be a bit of a maze. It took me a while to figure it out, but give it time and it will become second nature to you."
It had been a long time since Ray had been able to just fall into easy banter like this, and it did a lot to lift his spirits. Without even realizing it his shoulders slackened, releasing some of that constant tension he carried like a stone. It almost made him forget about what a complete fucking train wreck his life had become.
"I was just heading back to my quarters now, I can help you find yours if you'd like." Ray himself had gotten lost too many times when he first arrived, and eventually learned his way there through trial and error. The one time he had sheepishly asked for directions he made the mistake of asking Maeve. Her stony silence and diamond scowl set the tone for the rest of her and Ray's interaction thus far, and it was something he found hard to forget.
"Wow, they really have grown up, haven't they?" Ray said with sincerity. It was nice to see someone like Mariana with such a successful family, especially considering the other half other elder two boys parentage and the painful circumstances of her life with him.
"I look forward to seeing him here next year," Ray smiled.
If things had been different, maybe Ray would have had some kids by now. Sure, and a white picket fence and a tacky sun lounge. Somehow he felt like there was no version of him where that was ever a possibility.
”So, that’s how the Guerra household is doing. And what about your lives? What have you been getting up to? I haven’t seen you,” she said to Ray, ”In what? Five years? More? What’re you doing to kill the time?”
Hmmm...drinking, shooting up, going to council appointed rehab and just generally hating every square inch of myself! Hahahah, you know how it is, right? Of course you don't...
"Oh you know, just keeping myself busy mostly. Doing odd jobs here and there when the council needs me and just generally trying to find a place in the world." The pleasant smile he put on his face was more than likely not terribly convincing, but it was better than the ugly truth hiding in his shoulders and behind his eyes.
Somehow though, it didn't feel so disingenuous as he was talking to her. There was an almost palpable matronly aura about Mariana and it generally made people around her feel at ease. She somehow managed to have an effect on Roderic, which in itself was incredible. It made him seem like a totally different person and not...not The Devil Himself.
He suddenly became even more grateful that she was here.
"I look forward to seeing him here next year," Ray smiled.
If things had been different, maybe Ray would have had some kids by now. Sure, and a white picket fence and a tacky sun lounge. Somehow he felt like there was no version of him where that was ever a possibility.
”So, that’s how the Guerra household is doing. And what about your lives? What have you been getting up to? I haven’t seen you,” she said to Ray, ”In what? Five years? More? What’re you doing to kill the time?”
Hmmm...drinking, shooting up, going to council appointed rehab and just generally hating every square inch of myself! Hahahah, you know how it is, right? Of course you don't...
"Oh you know, just keeping myself busy mostly. Doing odd jobs here and there when the council needs me and just generally trying to find a place in the world." The pleasant smile he put on his face was more than likely not terribly convincing, but it was better than the ugly truth hiding in his shoulders and behind his eyes.
Somehow though, it didn't feel so disingenuous as he was talking to her. There was an almost palpable matronly aura about Mariana and it generally made people around her feel at ease. She somehow managed to have an effect on Roderic, which in itself was incredible. It made him seem like a totally different person and not...not The Devil Himself.
He suddenly became even more grateful that she was here.
Seems like a few of us haven't been seen for a while. A time skip might be in order, but I suppose we should wait and see who responds.
I was never ready to let this one go
One of the greatest and best Heavy Metal albums ever produced. All killer, no filler.
Still don't entirely agree with the addition of Total Eclipse on the remastered edition, but the original 8 tracks are some of the most solid tunes ever laid down.
Ray felt his mouth twitch into a lop-sided self conscious smirk.
"Yeah...I, uh...yeah. I guess not many kids are into necromancy, are they? Gotta try and reel them in somehow."
He could remember the last time he'd been so close to Montana...the blood that had followed in his wake as though he were the eye of a crimson tornado.
He shook that memory away. This was a school and here they were on equal footing, Ray must not be afraid.
"You're looking well, Roderic. It seems like peace time agrees with y-"
“Roderic Montana!” Her voice was bright, though tired, and she picked up her skirt to walk toward him a bit faster. “And Mr. Matheos.”
Ray turned to regard the owner of the voice, and felt his face impulsively soften into a genuine smile.
"Mariana!" he exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him for a friendly hug. Though the two did not know each other terribly well, they were both aware of each others unique pasts. As similar as they were different. They had both been victims of the Cult, but she had come out of it much better than Ray had. Defectors were usually better off than prisoners. He understood Roderic had a hand to play in that, and that the two were quite close, which only served to further haze Ray's preconception of the man. He feared no judgement or manipulation from Mariana, but Roderic had forever been a wild card.
“You're getting old, Mr. Montana,” she said fondly, hesitant to break the hug until he did, “Isn't he, Mr. Matheos? Nothing but dust will be left of him soon.”
Ray chuckled softly, "That'll be the day. He'll be kicking on when we're all in our graves."
That was kind of a dark thing to say, Ray...what the hell?
He hoped his abrupt silence hadn't given away his embarrassment. The last thing anybody needed to be reminded of was imminent death...least of all veterans of the great war.
Change the subject, you idiot!
"Oh...how are you kids, Mari? They must be getting pretty big now, huh?"
That's better. Nice and happy. We're all friends here.
@ScoundrelQueen@Magister
"Yeah...I, uh...yeah. I guess not many kids are into necromancy, are they? Gotta try and reel them in somehow."
He could remember the last time he'd been so close to Montana...the blood that had followed in his wake as though he were the eye of a crimson tornado.
He shook that memory away. This was a school and here they were on equal footing, Ray must not be afraid.
"You're looking well, Roderic. It seems like peace time agrees with y-"
“Roderic Montana!” Her voice was bright, though tired, and she picked up her skirt to walk toward him a bit faster. “And Mr. Matheos.”
Ray turned to regard the owner of the voice, and felt his face impulsively soften into a genuine smile.
"Mariana!" he exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him for a friendly hug. Though the two did not know each other terribly well, they were both aware of each others unique pasts. As similar as they were different. They had both been victims of the Cult, but she had come out of it much better than Ray had. Defectors were usually better off than prisoners. He understood Roderic had a hand to play in that, and that the two were quite close, which only served to further haze Ray's preconception of the man. He feared no judgement or manipulation from Mariana, but Roderic had forever been a wild card.
“You're getting old, Mr. Montana,” she said fondly, hesitant to break the hug until he did, “Isn't he, Mr. Matheos? Nothing but dust will be left of him soon.”
Ray chuckled softly, "That'll be the day. He'll be kicking on when we're all in our graves."
That was kind of a dark thing to say, Ray...what the hell?
He hoped his abrupt silence hadn't given away his embarrassment. The last thing anybody needed to be reminded of was imminent death...least of all veterans of the great war.
Change the subject, you idiot!
"Oh...how are you kids, Mari? They must be getting pretty big now, huh?"
That's better. Nice and happy. We're all friends here.
@ScoundrelQueen@Magister
No, you aren't dense. I wasn't very clear on it. I had it in my head that he is headed back to his dorm.
He headed off already. He's just bumped into Roderic
Eh, it was alright. Classes were kinda boring, but I wrote up a character while listening to Iron Maiden's The Number Of The Beast album, and I'm proud of the final result.
Funny thing, actually: The last track on the album (Hallowed Be Thy Name) finished as soon as I did, give or take a few seconds. So that was fun.
You get a big ol' NOICE for your taste in music. That's one album I can always put on and listen end to end. I'll never get bored of it.
As for my day...I went to the gym in the morning, and then went out shopping. Now I'm sitting at home, listening to Iron Maiden bootlegs.
It's been a good day.
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