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STATUS: Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while. 4 yrs ago
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
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Oh shit, I'm sorry
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instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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Kinpachi Tomomi
The stew bubbled merrily as she reread the letter again.
Finally, after reading the letter for the umpteenth time that day, Tomomi stashed the letter in her backpack, and pulled out a bowl and a ladle. She had not been travelling with any destination in mind, just that she was travelling. Along the way on this rarely used road, she chanced upon some rabbit droppings. After a bit of hunting, the rabbit in question was now in her stew.
"Hmm... More salt?" Tomomi wondered, as she moved the pot of stew away from the fire to cool it down.
She ate her stew in silence, pondering the letter and its content. It was just a while ago that a rider came up to her in this woodland road, shoving the letter into her hands before riding off, presumably to deliver other letters. Lorrimor, whose daughter sent her this letter, was dead. And, he named her in his last will. What was it that made him put her name in there? Her beauty? Her skills in the sword? Or their myriad adventures together during the time she worked as his bodyguard?
In any case it filled her with rather conflicting feelings. She wanted to puff out and preen herself over being chosen so, but at the same time, there was a twang of sadness that said she shouldn't do so.
Finishing her meal, she laid down upon her bedroll and stared up at the starry night. She had no desire to actually get into the sleeping bag, considering she had these fear that she would not be able to wriggle out of them fast enough if anything happened. And something might happen, considering how beautiful she was.
Of that at least, she was very sure of. Tomomi kept herself as clean as she could, whenever she had the chance. Her visage, her silvery hair that had soft downy plumes here and there, even her golden eyes was something she was extremely proud of. If she had only a larger, more beautiful wings...
Sighing, she closed her eyes. There was no way she would miss the funeral; she would have to find another more traveled road to get there before that date.
The stew bubbled merrily as she reread the letter again.
Finally, after reading the letter for the umpteenth time that day, Tomomi stashed the letter in her backpack, and pulled out a bowl and a ladle. She had not been travelling with any destination in mind, just that she was travelling. Along the way on this rarely used road, she chanced upon some rabbit droppings. After a bit of hunting, the rabbit in question was now in her stew.
"Hmm... More salt?" Tomomi wondered, as she moved the pot of stew away from the fire to cool it down.
She ate her stew in silence, pondering the letter and its content. It was just a while ago that a rider came up to her in this woodland road, shoving the letter into her hands before riding off, presumably to deliver other letters. Lorrimor, whose daughter sent her this letter, was dead. And, he named her in his last will. What was it that made him put her name in there? Her beauty? Her skills in the sword? Or their myriad adventures together during the time she worked as his bodyguard?
In any case it filled her with rather conflicting feelings. She wanted to puff out and preen herself over being chosen so, but at the same time, there was a twang of sadness that said she shouldn't do so.
Finishing her meal, she laid down upon her bedroll and stared up at the starry night. She had no desire to actually get into the sleeping bag, considering she had these fear that she would not be able to wriggle out of them fast enough if anything happened. And something might happen, considering how beautiful she was.
Of that at least, she was very sure of. Tomomi kept herself as clean as she could, whenever she had the chance. Her visage, her silvery hair that had soft downy plumes here and there, even her golden eyes was something she was extremely proud of. If she had only a larger, more beautiful wings...
Sighing, she closed her eyes. There was no way she would miss the funeral; she would have to find another more traveled road to get there before that date.
Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia
She just about jumped out of her skin when the machine fired off a slug, melting a large hole in the building as well as tearing two of the automatons into pieces. Some sort of weapon, with a red light that now appeared on it. Reading through the scroll that materialized told her it was a rail gun, small enough that it was about twice the span of her hand, but with enough power to tear that hole open.
Not understanding how some railings came into play with the weapon, she decided to leave such thoughts for the wizards and sorcerers, leaving the building quickly in case any of them was angry enough to burst in there and attack her for killing their comrades. Shoving the gun into a pocket, she exited the building just in time to see Mable being knocked away. With no idea of how many of the automatons still remained, she did the only thing a non combatant like her could do in this sort of situation.
Evfimiia pounced on Mable with a powerful jump, scooping her up onto her arms, before jumping back into safety, where she promptly cocooned Mable in silk before realizing she was about to try and eat her out of sheer instincts. Miia froze there for a moment, unsure of what to say in this sort of situation. Could she say sorry she tried to eat her?
Outwardly however, she remained as composed as ever, as fitting for a librarion of a great and legendary library.
"It's for safety."
She just about jumped out of her skin when the machine fired off a slug, melting a large hole in the building as well as tearing two of the automatons into pieces. Some sort of weapon, with a red light that now appeared on it. Reading through the scroll that materialized told her it was a rail gun, small enough that it was about twice the span of her hand, but with enough power to tear that hole open.
Not understanding how some railings came into play with the weapon, she decided to leave such thoughts for the wizards and sorcerers, leaving the building quickly in case any of them was angry enough to burst in there and attack her for killing their comrades. Shoving the gun into a pocket, she exited the building just in time to see Mable being knocked away. With no idea of how many of the automatons still remained, she did the only thing a non combatant like her could do in this sort of situation.
Evfimiia pounced on Mable with a powerful jump, scooping her up onto her arms, before jumping back into safety, where she promptly cocooned Mable in silk before realizing she was about to try and eat her out of sheer instincts. Miia froze there for a moment, unsure of what to say in this sort of situation. Could she say sorry she tried to eat her?
Outwardly however, she remained as composed as ever, as fitting for a librarion of a great and legendary library.
"It's for safety."
Hazel Baker
Alarms.
Her body was wide awake before she was, alert and standing before she even registered what caused her to wake up. Some sort of alarms going on. There was no time to think, no time to dress, as she simply bounded out the door before stopping dead in her tracks. Turning back, she scooped up a neatly folded outfit near the top of her bed before running back out, following the flow of people towards the basement.
There was β
She was floating again in the sea, unable to move. There was this creeping feeling that things were reaching up towards her, towards the surface to pull her in deeper. A white line caught her eye, before more and more came surrounding her. Blinking, she found herself standing on solid ground again, the table still laden with food and tea, looking as pristine as ever. There was no sign that it had ever been submerged in water before. More and more white lines swirled around her and the island, holding her safe from the creeping sea below. There was an odd quality about those lines, as if it was something someone painted with brush and some acrylic on the air. The black sea roiled with anger, large waves that seemed to extend themselves towards her, trying to pull her down into its depths.
She didn't want this, she didn't want to see β
Hazel leaned against the wall, trying to shake off that odd nausea and disorientation that came with these sort of dream. Making it to the basement with no other complication, she simply waited as ordered, with not even the shaking and the ceiling threatening to come down upon them fazing her.
βMove! Go!β
Her eyes snapped open as she watched people clear the passageway. Seeing no reason to disobey such orders, she walked first into the passageway, holding the outfit close to her as she made her way towards the lighthouse.
Alarms.
Her body was wide awake before she was, alert and standing before she even registered what caused her to wake up. Some sort of alarms going on. There was no time to think, no time to dress, as she simply bounded out the door before stopping dead in her tracks. Turning back, she scooped up a neatly folded outfit near the top of her bed before running back out, following the flow of people towards the basement.
There was β
***
She was floating again in the sea, unable to move. There was this creeping feeling that things were reaching up towards her, towards the surface to pull her in deeper. A white line caught her eye, before more and more came surrounding her. Blinking, she found herself standing on solid ground again, the table still laden with food and tea, looking as pristine as ever. There was no sign that it had ever been submerged in water before. More and more white lines swirled around her and the island, holding her safe from the creeping sea below. There was an odd quality about those lines, as if it was something someone painted with brush and some acrylic on the air. The black sea roiled with anger, large waves that seemed to extend themselves towards her, trying to pull her down into its depths.
She didn't want this, she didn't want to see β
***
Hazel leaned against the wall, trying to shake off that odd nausea and disorientation that came with these sort of dream. Making it to the basement with no other complication, she simply waited as ordered, with not even the shaking and the ceiling threatening to come down upon them fazing her.
βMove! Go!β
Her eyes snapped open as she watched people clear the passageway. Seeing no reason to disobey such orders, she walked first into the passageway, holding the outfit close to her as she made her way towards the lighthouse.
Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia
Having had no real ability to actually fight anything, much less these things throwing deadly bolts everywhere, Miia scrambled to the small building Rafael cleared. There was no way she was about to jump in whatever was happening right now; all she could do was give them information on things.
Several sharp snaps of those bolts came again, causing her to flinch, even if she was relatively safe inside the building.With the flow of battle being solely decided by those combat experienced people, she started to rummage around the boxes in the room. With neat precision, she pulled out a few unknown items, arranging them neatly on the ground before realizing they would be better off in the box if they win.
She pulled out an object that had the shape of a fehu rune. From its semblance to the rune, she surmised that it might be a charm for wealth or fortune. It had a strange shape for a rune, with a sort of a ring and a protuberance poking out inside the ring. Its body was a steely black, with a strange hole in one end of it's branch. As her hand glowed again, popping out another scroll from thin air, she held it gingerly in one hand before pulling on the small stick inside the ring.
Having had no real ability to actually fight anything, much less these things throwing deadly bolts everywhere, Miia scrambled to the small building Rafael cleared. There was no way she was about to jump in whatever was happening right now; all she could do was give them information on things.
Several sharp snaps of those bolts came again, causing her to flinch, even if she was relatively safe inside the building.With the flow of battle being solely decided by those combat experienced people, she started to rummage around the boxes in the room. With neat precision, she pulled out a few unknown items, arranging them neatly on the ground before realizing they would be better off in the box if they win.
She pulled out an object that had the shape of a fehu rune. From its semblance to the rune, she surmised that it might be a charm for wealth or fortune. It had a strange shape for a rune, with a sort of a ring and a protuberance poking out inside the ring. Its body was a steely black, with a strange hole in one end of it's branch. As her hand glowed again, popping out another scroll from thin air, she held it gingerly in one hand before pulling on the small stick inside the ring.
@Lmpkioid be up for it, assuming you meant sometime after the current day that is.
So we waiting for anyone in particular?
@Liotrent Dont know much about daleks, but you can try exploring the land or meet up with people. Could even try and sell your services, or put up requests if you want.
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