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I ate a brownie once at a party in college. It was intense. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there wasn't any pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.
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There was an explosion at a cheese factory in France. De-Brie everywhere.
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that elder scrolls / mass effect roleplayer

I put a spell on you

“I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.”



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Okay, this little miss is done! :) Ready for feedback and any changes required/edits to be made. I'll let one of you lore beasts at it in case there is anything really obvious >.>



Character sheet here - I'm currently on vacation with limited computer use so I'll fill in as and when I can as quickly as I can too!


<Snipped quote by TheFatedFallen>

Alice right now =



HER HEART IS IN THE RIGHT PLACE SHE IS TRYING TO HALP.
Ohhh boy, Aeryn definitively hit a nerve with her own little diatribe. I kinda wanna post again since Nicademus wouldn't take that quietly.


That was her trying to soothe the situation and pay back her pals for saving her life hehe. She is definitely not very good at soothing anything though. Excited to see what Nicademus's response is. I'm so hoping it's not good teeheehee.

She's trying her best to help, promise!
A wee short one from me this time :) bit dialogue-y though which is a different one for me!

Hope you're all having a nice week so far!
After hearing the rest of the travellers defend her character, and being unable to keep her trap shut - she just had to work in a response to Nicademus's diatribe about her. As if he knew anything at all about her. As if any of them did, really. Her saviours and... friends, at least deserved some answers to the questions that they had been kind enough to not have asked her thus far on the journey.

"They were not my kin...."

The tiny dorcha-human stepped forward, nodding to An-Hasst, and any of her fellow companions who may have given her a 'look' as she did so.

"They want to kill me because I-" she paused briefly to get the right word on her tongue "humiliate them."

"I hatch a plot to free human slave boy from the markets" she looked right into the blue eyes bursting out from behind scared flesh. She aimed her words like a weapon at the human as she told her story to him.

"But of course, it was the human who betray me in the end... And they locked me away for it and he walked free..." The story of betrayal still stung her, she felt a knot grow in her chest that was a bitter mixture of anger and sadness that had been sitting like a festering poison on her heart for the years since. If Nicademus was looking back he might see her emotional scars etched across her face as she scrunched it up, her lip twitching.

"And I am no Dorcha. Just as I am no human. I am nothing and I will not pretend otherwise, you needn't look so hard over your shoulder at me, I will have a painting made if you love the sight of me that much..."

It felt freeing to speak so openly about her past and about herself, vulnerability was not something she was experienced with, and she suddenly felt just slightly naked in front of the small crowd.

"I won't have you look down your nose to me, certainly not to my friends because of me. So how about this, you have my weapons and I will stay where you want me to, in chains should it please you - if it is your kink - but my friends are free to do as they please..."
Hey friends,

I'm taking a vacation tonight and will be on holiday for 11 days :) I'm leaving for a long haul flight (28hr) soon, I hope to get an Aeryn post done this weekend but I'll properly assess when the time comes if I'm too jetlagged. I'll keep you updated, anyway!

If I don't get a post in, then I'll simply be skipping this round and jumping in for the next one.

See you on the flippity flip!
<Snipped quote by Frizan>



I just learned that you can't google image thick and juicy gif without safe search on.... Gurl ;-;


Naryxa took the sudden dashing off from under her shield from the tank-ier members of the party as an indication that no, they would not be taking up her offer of a biotic smash into the Fiend. She couldn't have taken a breath before the human had sprayed her with dust without even an acknowledgement, a short second of eye contact with the Krogan and he too was leaving dust swirling around under the shield like a snow globe. If she were their commander, they would be on a shitlist for it. But she wasn't, and this wasn't the Milky Way. In the heat of the battle, she felt as though everything was slowing down - like on the ride over. She felt a sickness in her stomach.

Under her bubble, she stepped in a three-sixty fashion taking in the surroundings. It was all dust spraying and noise - the heat bearing down on her. It made her feel trapped inside the Initiative suit. This alien suit. These clothes weren't hers. They felt too tight and clung to her body in a way that all of a sudden felt sticky, like trying to move through tar, and suddenly her movements felt restricted and she could really feel it against her skin. It was a sensory overload, that no amount of Yoga or Meditation could have stopped from hitting her like a freight train - and at such an unfortunate time too.

A lone Kett approached from behind, he had watched the Asari dance in her frightened circle, taking no action.

Shots fired against the barrier and suddenly the snow globe collapsed and the swirling sands from within came crashing down too, Naryxa acted fast to duck down behind the nearest crate, fumbling in a panic to grab her gun - but like before, the Kett simple tore through the crate like a hot knife through butter and left her with little protection. This wasn't her. It was like she was watching herself from above and screaming to take action - to do something. She was a famed Huntress who had led teams through Batarian slave freighters, fought in terrible conditions, fought after days of not eating or sleeping, defied all odds on every mission...

Why was this so hard?


Something about the eyes of the monster in front of her haunted her. They were just... empty. The eyes were supposed to be windows to the soul and here she was looking dead in a pair of eyes that were void of anything. The Kett moved slower to her - almost as if it could tell that she was weak and afraid and alone, and instead of just doing the right thing and giving her a quick death, it wanted to prolong her fear and torment.

Then it spoke. A voice erupted from it's small mouth and rattled across the air to sound in her ears. Their was so much chaos and noise around her. She couldn't understand the language, but she could tell from the slight inflection at the end that it was either mocking her, or asking a question.

The seconds that followed seemed to drag on like hours as she pulled herself up from the sand. Her breaths slowing down, coming back to a level that she was far more comfortable with. The Naryxa that was crying from above the scene was taking the control back. She knew what she had to do to get back inside her body. Fingers outstretched in the sand, to feel that it was soft and warm, and to also grab a fistful of it. The sensation of the sand in her palms, although gloved, was familiar. And there was a blue sky - also familiar. There was a Turian off to her right, drones overhead, a Krogan going absolutely hog wild in the distance. The only thing that wasn't familiar about the scene was the demon in front of her...

Taking the sand, she whipped it into the Kett's face, landing it over the soulless eyes - it staggered back. I can play dirty too... she thought. The inner monologue of a fucking Huntress about to get shit done.

"I want you..."

she began as the Kett found it's feet again, raising the barrel off it's gun to her, noticing the aura of puple, blue, and pink beginning to move around the Asari;

"To get out..."

She raised her hands and let rip a powerful Shockwave that rumbled towards the Kett

"Of my FACE!"

As the shockwave made contact with the creature it simply tore through it's body. Like a hot knife through butter, like paper being torn. Like bullets through a barrier. Naryxa noticed that the rest of the Kett was as empty as it's eyes. Suddenly they weren't so terrifying anymore. The shockwave continued in a forward trajectory, blowing through another Kett who, unlike the last one, had not been expecting it. It eventually ran out of steam and stopped. By that point, Naryxa was back up, Phalanx in hand, a sudden urge to take down a few more. There was so much familiarity here to the Milky Way, and she was going to hold onto those thoughts as though they were the most precious things she would own. They were the only things she had that would keep her sane in the face of the pandemonium.

She spoke over the comms, strong resolve in her tone, to the rest of her team;

"We're not in Kansas anymore..."


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