*Thor smashes Loki and tells Hulk to do one because Loki is her personal punching bag xP HEHEHE*
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STATUS: Not just depression ... I have SEVERE DEPRESSION! :D :D :D 7 yrs ago
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Not just depression ... I have SEVERE DEPRESSION! :D :D :D
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That feel when its ur birthday but u have no friends to do birthday things with and last year ur family forgot it was ur birthday ... wew huuraaayyy
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Threw my back out today ... and I'm not even old ... wtf
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Wtf shit phone don't triple post while I'm venting!!! XD I should have studied IT
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I'm not crying. My face normally leaks like this. Seriously, this isn't crying, pfft.
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My claim to fame is starting the "dicks in clocks" discussion on the status bar ... and shitposting in general.
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Loki better have some good tricks up his sleeve if he aims to calm Thor down once he gets to Stark towers xD
If Thor can't be redeemed this time round she might roll with the Guardians till the heat dies off, maybe then she'll come around and return later on to make amends with Loki properly ^0^" We'll see how it goes with Stark anyhow and the story will take its own direction ^0^" but first ... THOR SMASH!!!!
If Thor can't be redeemed this time round she might roll with the Guardians till the heat dies off, maybe then she'll come around and return later on to make amends with Loki properly ^0^" We'll see how it goes with Stark anyhow and the story will take its own direction ^0^" but first ... THOR SMASH!!!!
what time is it in your area? its 4:43 here so Im going to bed lol
and thus both of our short careers as bards came to an end ... it was good while it lasted!! *raises goblet*
Bravo! Encore! please dont hurt me
Heheheee!
Im sorry Im all out of steam lol, maybe i should go to bard school
Stairing down pubcrawlers, strumming away. Big giant halforc, sneeking around, humming themesong music.
Behold! Snaggletooth the Fantastic, she'll rock your face off. Litterally.
There once was a halforc who roamed all the land
Song in her heart and a lute in her hand
Beware ye who smite her your face she will smash
And steal all your loot to sell for some caaaash
hahaha I can picture a massive orc with the teeniest tiny lute LOL
AH I am back! Sorry also for not posting earlier, I had a dnd night with the guys that went on until 3am last night (aka this morning). BUT I'm here now and I'm ready to chat!
hooorayy :3 also that sounds mega fun, hope you had a good time :D
HENNNN YOU'RE ONLINE I SEEEE YOUUUUU!!!!!! xP Im bored, come chat lol
Loire smiled a little at Viva's friendliness, she seemed genuine unlike Noah who seemed ... risky. He was clearly a calculated, dangerous guy, Loire knew it went against his better judgement but ... there was excitement in risk, that was why he'd thrown caution to the wind and wound up on Noveria wasn't it? He wanted to take a risk, launch forth into the deep and see where he would land. Messing around with a research project on a distant planet was different to dealing with a shady space pirate though, Loire needed to keep his wits about him if he was to survive however long he'd be stuck on the Lucidae.
"It may not look like much but it's fully functional. We dont starve, but any talent making Space Preserves taste better than mealy protein chalk is more than welcome."
"I'm afraid my speciality is medicine." he replied with a softly slanted smirk. "Living on a station or planet tends to allow for a greater variety of ingredients, I've not got much experience working exclusively with preserves but theres a first time for everything." he shrugged. Although he was an unwilling guest, VIva was at least trying to make things comfortable for him, which was more than what most would do, it appeared as if Viva, and maybe Valko, though it was too early to tell, would be the only ones who would be warm with him. Noah was strictly business, he didn't want to play friendly, at least, he didn't give Loire that kind of impression.
"I don't even know what the hell we picked up. Noah wouldn't tell. So I prolly won't like it. Fuck, he always does this." Viva gave the box a mean kick, her look turning dark as she growled, "Fuck this shit, I hope it was worth it, Noah-"
"I'm pretty sure there is no cargo thats truly worth it ... Nothing material is worth losing a twin over, or, almost losing a twin." Loire said softly. He hadn't even lost his sister over anything, material or immaterial, it had been a freak accident ... no one had gained anything. Of course no amount of drug money could compensate for Viva's loss if Valko had died because of the bad deal, but at least it wasn't totally senseless and random ... THere was something you could blame, you could pour your hatred into the gang, or the drugs, or your captain. Loire could blame no one for a tragic accident. He couldn't do anything to avenge Lucine or ease his aching soul.
"Nth!" She exclaimed, and it would have been an ear shattering shriek if she could breath, but it only came out as a disbelieving gasp, "He's got us transporting Nth?! Doesn't he know how bad this shit is?! I mean, drugs are one thing but Nth is some next level shit. No wonder those fuckers were chasing us..."
Loire sucked in a breath, he instantly recognised the substance in the crate. There was no mistaking it. Nth was so bloody dangerous that even touching it with bare hands for too long caused a burn-like reaction and mild hallucinations. When the drug was properly consumed its effects were even more staggering. It coursed through the body so quickly it couldn't leave burns, at least not from a single hit, though continued use of the drug literally rotted and burned a body from the inside out (if you lasted that long that is). The hallucinations were powerful, it granted boosts to speed, strength and senses, but also distorted pretty much everything it touched. Nth users were paranoid, dangerous, and hopelessly addicted to the stuff.
Loire had dealt with Nth overdoses and almost every time it resulted in death. Even with his advanced medical training, the drug was so potent that there was almost nothing could be done.
The potency of it meant it was in high demand for both addicts and their dealers, as well as being a popular ingredient in various torture cocktails. The drug done things to people that Loire couldn't even fully imagine or describe, but treating people exposed to the drug was a harrowing experience. Noah was playing an incredibly dangerous game. Nth was so powerful that dealers, forget addicts, even dealers were willing to kill for it. Demand was high an dsupply was limited, prices were at a massive high but it was the most dangerous contrabanned on the circuit. Both the feds, and criminal organisations alike were battling for control.
"This much nth is worth ..." Loire couldn't even begin to formulate the figure, "I don't even know how you could get this much in one ... Oh god. You have to get rid of this." Why was Loire suggesting that? He was a hostage, he wasn't even supposed to know about this cargo ... well now Noah certainly wouldn't let him leave in one piece ... or alive. Loire couldn't even try threaten or blackmail Noah with this knowledge because nth was too dangerous, and anyone who dealt with it was trouble.
"It may not look like much but it's fully functional. We dont starve, but any talent making Space Preserves taste better than mealy protein chalk is more than welcome."
"I'm afraid my speciality is medicine." he replied with a softly slanted smirk. "Living on a station or planet tends to allow for a greater variety of ingredients, I've not got much experience working exclusively with preserves but theres a first time for everything." he shrugged. Although he was an unwilling guest, VIva was at least trying to make things comfortable for him, which was more than what most would do, it appeared as if Viva, and maybe Valko, though it was too early to tell, would be the only ones who would be warm with him. Noah was strictly business, he didn't want to play friendly, at least, he didn't give Loire that kind of impression.
"I don't even know what the hell we picked up. Noah wouldn't tell. So I prolly won't like it. Fuck, he always does this." Viva gave the box a mean kick, her look turning dark as she growled, "Fuck this shit, I hope it was worth it, Noah-"
"I'm pretty sure there is no cargo thats truly worth it ... Nothing material is worth losing a twin over, or, almost losing a twin." Loire said softly. He hadn't even lost his sister over anything, material or immaterial, it had been a freak accident ... no one had gained anything. Of course no amount of drug money could compensate for Viva's loss if Valko had died because of the bad deal, but at least it wasn't totally senseless and random ... THere was something you could blame, you could pour your hatred into the gang, or the drugs, or your captain. Loire could blame no one for a tragic accident. He couldn't do anything to avenge Lucine or ease his aching soul.
"Nth!" She exclaimed, and it would have been an ear shattering shriek if she could breath, but it only came out as a disbelieving gasp, "He's got us transporting Nth?! Doesn't he know how bad this shit is?! I mean, drugs are one thing but Nth is some next level shit. No wonder those fuckers were chasing us..."
Loire sucked in a breath, he instantly recognised the substance in the crate. There was no mistaking it. Nth was so bloody dangerous that even touching it with bare hands for too long caused a burn-like reaction and mild hallucinations. When the drug was properly consumed its effects were even more staggering. It coursed through the body so quickly it couldn't leave burns, at least not from a single hit, though continued use of the drug literally rotted and burned a body from the inside out (if you lasted that long that is). The hallucinations were powerful, it granted boosts to speed, strength and senses, but also distorted pretty much everything it touched. Nth users were paranoid, dangerous, and hopelessly addicted to the stuff.
Loire had dealt with Nth overdoses and almost every time it resulted in death. Even with his advanced medical training, the drug was so potent that there was almost nothing could be done.
The potency of it meant it was in high demand for both addicts and their dealers, as well as being a popular ingredient in various torture cocktails. The drug done things to people that Loire couldn't even fully imagine or describe, but treating people exposed to the drug was a harrowing experience. Noah was playing an incredibly dangerous game. Nth was so powerful that dealers, forget addicts, even dealers were willing to kill for it. Demand was high an dsupply was limited, prices were at a massive high but it was the most dangerous contrabanned on the circuit. Both the feds, and criminal organisations alike were battling for control.
"This much nth is worth ..." Loire couldn't even begin to formulate the figure, "I don't even know how you could get this much in one ... Oh god. You have to get rid of this." Why was Loire suggesting that? He was a hostage, he wasn't even supposed to know about this cargo ... well now Noah certainly wouldn't let him leave in one piece ... or alive. Loire couldn't even try threaten or blackmail Noah with this knowledge because nth was too dangerous, and anyone who dealt with it was trouble.
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