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@Prisk: Thank you Prisk! :D
@Sixsmith: *Reads post* You call that crappy? HA! You should see my bad work. It's such a deadly weapon; it's so bad it can kill the brain cells of the readers! Even I got dumber writing it. Sad, but true.
I enjoyed reading your post, Six. Kim will definitely be affected by Roy’s pretty apparent death wish. Roy needs a hug. Kim can give Roy a (at the moment, literal) bear hug.
To the drawing board!
@Sixsmith: *Reads post* You call that crappy? HA! You should see my bad work. It's such a deadly weapon; it's so bad it can kill the brain cells of the readers! Even I got dumber writing it. Sad, but true.
I enjoyed reading your post, Six. Kim will definitely be affected by Roy’s pretty apparent death wish. Roy needs a hug. Kim can give Roy a (at the moment, literal) bear hug.
To the drawing board!
Yay :D Uh, it’s the short, stocky sideways T shaped peninsula sticking out southwest of Tyria that is just west of the large lake. The land farthest to the west in Tyria. Kameeraska’s capital city is Alderdyfi and you can place that wherever.
Didn’t have a battle post since I used up my “action points” until the enemies (Prisk) attack back.
@Prisk: Aw… no Kameeraska. Oh well, maybe next time when the group actually goes to Tyria :D
@Tenish the Mighty: *Looks at answers* Well I know I definitely didn’t win this game XD
@Prisk: Aw… no Kameeraska. Oh well, maybe next time when the group actually goes to Tyria :D
@Tenish the Mighty: *Looks at answers* Well I know I definitely didn’t win this game XD
Tenish the Mighty said The new game, if you choose to play it, is to try and suss out what I was thinking for each character’s scene.Can this sussing involve bribery or hiring goons to be sent to your house? As my score with Boromir Music proves, I know I’ll suck at reading peoples’ minds.
Zero. No matter how many times she looked at it, the number never changed. She could bang her head on the desk or even binge drink until she couldn’t see straight and it she’s lucky enough, maybe the number would magically increase to 99.9%. While those tactics might have been successful in erasing her memory or causing possible permanent damage to the brain, they would not change the number in the real world.
They were related to some degree, this is true, but it still did not change the fact that the number for this specific test was zero.
She could change the number to be 99.9: that was exactly what the Appleberry’s wanted. To falsify the results; to make everyone blind to the truth; to keep people safe and happy in ignorance.
But Dr. Perth knew the truth. She knew that this truth ---even if she did change the numbers--- could easily be discovered if people decided not to use Oakridge Military Academy’s database.
Kimberly Rene Faye is not Samuela Jolee Faye’s biological father. That was what the number zero meant. The results were just as shocking as the time when Kimberly had suddenly announced that he had married Nancy without anyone else’s acknowledgement: not even his childhood friends knew that he had the intention to marry someone. One day, he was just married. No wedding or anything. They signed the necessary documents, turned it in, and that was it.
Dr. Perth wondered if Kimberly knew that Samuela was not his child. It was obvious that his grandparents knew, but they could have found out without Kimberly discovering the truth.
She speculated the possibility of Nancy not knowing: low.
She was curious if the Edrik’s knew: they’d make sure it would never come to light.
She was uncertain if Nathaniel knew.
If they knew Nathaniel Edrik was Samuela’s real father.
“Good evening, Athene.”
“Kim, mind your own damned business. I’ll tend to MY business when I decide to, not when I’m told to.”
Kimberly stood there silently. Even as Ghost began to laugh hysterically, he did not respond. Ghost knew that Aaron would not have done what Kimberly requested. “See Kim? Do you see what I mean? He’d never openly admit that he’s wrong! That’d only hurt his little feelings! His pride! His worth! His manliness! He’ll never apologize. He’ll just do this again with a different victim. In fact, I bet he’s already done it before and got away with! He learned that his crimes would never get punished, because he got away with it before! He probably forcefully kissed Vi before and never apologized for it either! He’s that kind of man, Kim! Ahaha! He's just like 'him'.”
It took all of Kimberly’s will power to drain out Ghost’s laughter. He sighed and closed his eyes as if to collect himself. As if to prepare himself. The giant stood there like that for a while, before finally opening his eyes. The raven-haired man looked down at Aaron with impassive eyes. Eyes that showed nothing. Only the reflection of the man it looked down at. For those who saw Kimberly in his childhood, these eyes were familiar. Although he had not used it as frequently as he did in his first year in Helston so many years ago, it was a defense mechanism Kimberly developed and perfected during times of difficulty. It was a wall constructed to mute all the pain, physical and/or emotional, and it was a mask to hide whatever emotions his eyes could have revealed ---however miniscule it may have been. Whatever he was about to do next, was something Kimberly thought may end with hurting someone's feelings.
When the giant spoke, his voice was as flat and blank as his expression. “This became our business the second your actions effected someone other than yourself. If this had been somewhere else ---a different place, in a different time--- I would have left you alone to apologize in your own time. Even if that meant never. But we’re not in that different place or time. We don’t have the luxury to wait for things to magically ‘be okay’. You have to make an effort to take the first step to make things better. It might not change things instantly, but it’s better than nothing. We’re in a situation where teamwork is vital and each person’s actions affects the whole team. Are you that preoccupied with yourself that you think whatever you do or say will have no affect on us as a whole or as an individual?
Even if we ignore all that, Aaron, it’s very simple: you forcefully kissed Magdalena. If Magdalena chooses to do so, she can sue you for sexual assault. Fortunately for you, we all know she would never do that, but you should not mistake that for forgiveness. Your actions hurt someone. I’m sorry that you got hurt, too, but it was your own doing. Apologize Aaron. If you cared or even respected Magdalena, you would have done it long before I had to tell you to do it. If there is a problem here that only involves you. This is it. The fact that I have to tell you apologize is your problem and nobody else’s. If you are an individual who can take responsibility for your own actions, move aside whatever pride that is holding you back, and apologize to her.” The man seemed like he was about to continue, but then he fell silent as his gaze wavered.
“Oh stop it. You’re wasting your breath. I’m willing to bet all my non-existent money that Ron won’t do it, because someone told him to do it. He’s awesome like that. His own feeling comes before all.” Ghost smirked, well aware that anything that he said would never reach Aaron’s ears. “You only care about yourself and whoever happened to be the lady of the day. It wouldn’t matter what we think of you. We’re near, if not at, the bottom of your priority list. You’d kill us without a second thought if it meant that you’ll feel better.” Kimberly shot a warning glare towards Ghost’s direction, making Ghost hold up his hands and back off.
The giant’s eyes returned to Aaron, his usual tone and speed of talking returning slowly, “I… ‘strongly advise’ this… because I want things to get better… We have enough problems as it is… we don’t need more.”
Sixsmith said JJ stop it, I was supposed to post before you. D:< #DisappointI-… I’m so sorry!
@Rockette: Since most of the character’s banners have a dark color to them, maybe Sam’s could be mostly light colored?
That or these colors:
But, yes, that’s my two cents.
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@Prisk: Sounds like some of my teachers :P
@Rockette: Wonderful banners as always, Rockette!
@Rockette: Wonderful banners as always, Rockette!
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I check my reflection in the mirror for the hundredth, maybe thousandth, time since the party started. I know that I didn’t look any different since the last time I checked, but I couldn’t help it: I wanted to look my best when he came.
As an Ynyr, I was used to these types of parties. Those parties packed with important people; a party where only those with power, wealth, and influence were allowed to participate in. A party where everyone wears the most expensive clothes they have and an invisible mask to hide their true thoughts and feelings. There is no “truth” or absolutes in this place. This “party” is not a party for entertainment: it is a business meeting pretending to be a social gathering. Here, anything can happen. Play your cards right and you will increase in power. If you lose, you lose everything. This party is a game called politics. It is a game where I am nothing, but a pawn. Just like he is. We will continue to be the pawns if we don’t learn how to play the game. Not that I care about it. No. I never cared about it. If I ever did care, I cared because he’s here.
When we are told the Edrik’s arrived, I check myself one last time before leaving the spot with my father to greet William and Nathaniel Edrik. After going through the formalities, our fathers leave us alone to talk about business. A genuine smile breaks through our masks as we look at each other. “Lily.” My betrothed said. “Nate,” I greet back.
Nathaniel Edrik was one of many potential husbands my family has been keeping tabs on since before Nathaniel or even I was even born. Like many other families here, a majority of the Ynyr marriages were calculated and based on benefits. Had the house of Edrik been any less influential, I may have never met Nate let alone become his betrothed. At first, I hated the idea. I always dreamed of marrying for love even though I knew that my family would have never allowed it. I hated the fact that my future was already decided without my consent, but nothing could be done about it. This was how things worked in the world I lived in. Nate was nothing to me at first ---just one of the many boys that may or may not be my husband in the future--- but each time we met, I started to like him: it turned out that we had much in common. Eventually, we became friends. When it was just the two of us, we could be who we truly were. I came to think that, if my future husband had to be someone in this lot, it’d be Nate. I wonder when that feeling changed. Now, there is no one else I’d like to marry, but Nate.
At the bar, we catch up and tell each other any and all significant things that happened since the last time we saw each other. It did not take long for the conversation to veer into Nancy’s direction. Nate was still grieving over his ex-girlfriend. I know it is pointless to get jealous over a dead woman, but I cannot stop it from happening. It’s difficult to act sympathetic in front of Nate when part of me is glad that Nancy was no longer an obstacle. I am the only place where he can seek comfort: just as it was before Nancy came into the picture; the way it should have always been.
“I met Samuela the other day.”
I feel my heart turn cold, “who?”
“Nancy and Kimberly’s daughter. My uncle and aunt showed her to me the other day when WARG left for a mission.” Nate looks at the turquoise drink in front of him and smiles as if he was looking at Samuela, “you should have saw her. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had her mother’s eyes and my grandmother’s hair... But... I guess I shouldn’t be surprised; my grandmother is Kimberly’s great grandmother... It must have skipped a few generations.” Nate sighs before taking a sip of his drink, “when I looked into those eyes… I… felt like Nancy was there. She was looking at me and… and I… realized that Samuela… Samuela is the last part of Nancy in this world. I don’t know what I would’ve done if father didn’t come to get me.”
“Nate,” I try to keep my voice as warm as possible, “Samuela is Kimberly and Nancy’s child. You can’t keep her unless you’re going to call in some favors and ‘legitimately’ kidnap her.”
“No,” he answered as I expect he would, “I’ll never be like my father---… or any of these people here.” The Nate I knew was a man of honor, he would never use the Edrik’s influence to make things go in his favor: he wanted to win things using only his skills.
“Besides,” I add, “you know what will happen if you do adopt a child before getting married.”
Nate chuckles, “my value as a bachelor goes down?”
“And my father will get furious.”
“Well at least it’ll mean I won’t be forced to marry anyone.”
“And leave me to marry some other bastard from this place? You’re a cruel man, Nathaniel Edrik, leaving your only friend behind?”
“Oh, you’ll do just fine. It’s not like we won’t see each other again---…” I give him a look as he pauses for a moment, “you’re right. Never mind. Your father would make sure it’d never happen.”
“Didn’t I say you’re the only decent man around this place? If I have to marry someone, it might as well be my best friend,” I lie straight in his face. I want him more than anything in the world.
Nate smiles weakly as his eyes stare at the drink in his hand. I know that he was thinking of Nancy. Even when he was forced to break up with her once our families decided that we would marry, Nate never truly gave up on her. Even when she married his first cousin (once removed), the two secretly met each other, trying to think of a way to finally be together. But all that dreaming ended when that woman died (come to think of it, I should feel sorry for Kimberly, poor man, oblivious to his wife’s unfaithfulness; at least the harlot minx is gone and will no longer be able to play with any man’s heart). The woman he wanted is gone, so what reason was there to object to an arranged marriage? I know he doesn’t hate me. Might as well marry someone you know and like instead of some other person you don’t know and possibly wouldn’t like. Right, Nate? “You’re right.” I would have jumped out of my seat and kissed Nate if he didn’t say the words as if he simply gave up. He laughs, “kind of weird though, marrying someone so close you already consider family. It feels incestuous.”
It hurts knowing that the man you love only sees you as a friend, a sister at most, but never as a woman. “Ew! That’s a disturbing image that was better unsaid!”
Nate laughs and apologizes, offering me a drink. I laugh with him and lean in closer to him as we finally move passed the topic of Nancy.
I sometimes wonder if I am no different from the people around me. These people I swore I would never be like. Long time ago, I was able to be myself when I was with Nate… but ever since I realized I loved him, I started to hide my true feelings and my ugly parts. I do my best to play the “best friend” role, but I ache for more. I want Nate: his body and his heart, but I fear rejection. I fear loosing what we have if I cannot get more. So I seduce him subtly. I try to manipulate him so that his heart would sway over to me.
I know I am the one for him. I know that I will be able to love and support him… for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. This feeling is pure: not like the lies littered in this party room.
The ugly and dark side of me laughs at me as if to mock me.
But she’s not really gone is she? At least half of her still exists in this world in the form of a baby. Paranoia whispers to me. How long do you think it will take for her to steal his heart too?
I try to ignore it.
But it still lingers and it festers.
Kimberly hissed when Blob Prime Alpha spat out teeth-like objects at him. That attack alone hurt enough, yet for a split second before the attack, Kimberly felt as if he had been slashed by another thing; a sensation that felt as if he got slashed by a thorn whip. Before the Blob leader could do anything else, the fiery bear mighty teeth caught its tongue and began pull at it as the lava-saliva started to burn it off.
So the damage she receives when we’re linked, hurts me too?
He was going to need to be more careful than usual if that was the case. Although the ability was not so useful in an area with thick snow, Kimberly attempted to call the earth spirits’ assistance to increase his fiends’ defense, but was met with silence. The giant bear tried again and failed. Not only did he get no response from his spirits, but he also could barely feel their presence. They were there, yet far away.
Something is wrong… why can’t I use my spirits?
Why do you keep telling me these things after I try it?
No thank you, but thank you for asking.
The tongue finally give out. Kimberly guessed the only reason why there was no blood when he detached the creature’s tongue from its body was because his current form was actually so hot that it cauterized the wound. The body part that used to be a tongue turned into ash and was carried away by the wind before it could hit the ground.
Stunned by what had just happened, the Blob leader did not quickly counter attack Kimberly, so he took the opportunity to give the xenomorph two powerful bear slaps across its face. He felt bits and pieces of the Blob come off as his bear claws scrapped across the creature’s surface.
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