So got some excellent news from school telling me that I have a bit more time to finish this one important paper and the opportunity to raise my grade for the one shitty class to something that's manageable.
[Yasteb (+48ish)]
[Science Group] Teless sighs wistfully. "Oh, it worked." His fingers skip across a display at his side, and a holographic image flares to life behind him - a picture of Teless and his carbosilicate girlfriend in some sort of convention hall, surrounded by people in strange clothes (even by City standards). She's wearing a short blonde wig, with a "Green Earth" t-shirt on, a messenger bag on her hip, and a very fake rifle in her hands. He's in some sort of survivalist get-up, with his face all bandaged up and his eyes hidden behind goggles.
He stares at it a bit before snapping back to the conversation at hand. "Oh, it's nothing big. You're a friend, so I won't charge you my hourly." He spins in his seat and kicks off of the wall, rolling over to another display. Flipping it around, he pulls up a picture of bronze-skinned, black-eyed woman in a black toga, crouched on a small disc, claw-like hand raised to strike. It takes both of you a moment to realize it's plastic.
"Artemis of the PANTHEON. Discontinued basically the minute it was shipped. I want it. I want it bad, and, Chrissi, you gotta give it to me." He flicks the image over to Christina's tablet and wheels himself back to his desk. "I'll get started on the search now, no worries, but keep an eye out, alright?"
[Haze Group] Jtlkrek lets out a faint yelp as Werne's hand pushes her against the wall, and glares at him as the wight reaches for his horn.
[78%/60%] [79%/55%] Between the sudden rush of air from Speed's acceleration, and the sickly, painful noise that issues from Werne's horn, the beasts seem more confused than afraid.
[Lemit]
The thugs look at each other blankly. Finally, Rings steps forward. "So, what, you're in charge now? Just like that? Why the fuck we oughta listen to you?"
[Karsif]
Clyde [7%/35%] snatches the cravat away from Lorenzo's frozen body, cleanly shattering the thing's neck in the processes. As his fingers close around the smeared, silken fabric, its pink is rapidly replaced by Clyde's own blue.
[Iddil]
The man reaches up to his lapel and taps it twice. "Can't say as I do. Can't say as I know who you are, either."
[Fregdup]
Balls cascade over the ragged stone ledge as the team slips down into the tomb below, the rustle-and-squeak of plastic against plastic echoing dimly in the dark passages. Safety lamp and lighter casting sharp shadows that run like blood through the million tiny dips and crevices of the ancient carvings.
Kain, Samedi, and Inquisit inspect the walls while Dean watches the dark that lingers down the hallway to either side of them.
[9%/HIDDEN] Kain, remarkably, is the first to piece it together - the carvings, he realizes, are not simple decoration. They are a story. A tale flowing, left to right, along the walls. A young man, thrown into the Haze. Returns a victor, with the skins of beasts on his back. He is given something (hard to tell what it is. Some sort of light? A torch?) by a chief elder. The young man takes it, and kills the chief elder. The young man becomes a king.
[64%/HIDDEN] [80%/HIDDEN] Samedi and Inquisit find themselves off-put, unbalanced, by the... presence of this place. Samedi can feel the shadows crawl across his back, whispering to him, just out of range of his hearing.
[6%/20%] Dean hears the movement first. The rumble of stone, the rattle of steel, and the shuff-shuff of plastic. Something stirs in the black beyond the lights, down the hallway to their right. The balls stir around their feet.
[RSNC][Asteroid Field] Yan0 [Dancing Hummingbird (Space) (Sound)][Sprightly][Seductive]
[i: Harmonic Mind Gi, Skimpy Neon Outfit (equipped), Fighting Rods, Breather and Goggles]
Yan looks up at the ceiling, at Sophia's voice.. It was entirely preposterous. Utterly silly, and, quite frankly, irresponsible. It was disrespectful, and completely, unwavering insane.
It was beautiful.
She calls out to the others, letting the power trail out toward them along with Sokudo's knowledge of sound. <Gin Mei, Boku, other Vek, I - we need your focus. On Sokudo, now.> Her free hand reaches down, and pulls her fighting rod from its place on the floor decks away, spinning it around beneath her fingers. <Boku, get to a computer console and light it up, you're on keyboard. Vek, follow Sokudo's lead - we need bass. Gin Mei, find something to drum on and try to keep the time.>
She reaches up and places a hand on Sokudo's shoulder, running his finger up his neck, grabbing his chin and pulling his gaze down to meet hers. She lets the Resonance flow through them, opens her implants up to channel, amplify the energy.
"This is it, Sokudo," she says, smiling up at him. "This is the big show. We've got the whole band together, we've got the equipment all set up, and we've got the whole universe as our audience."
She presses her forehead to his, and her eyes go bright. "Let's rock this bitch."
"Because we are paying you. Your boss is gone, if you wish to follow him. I understand if you have... misplaced loyalties. Feel free to leave." Daliah purses her lips, and scans the room. They better be worth the effort.
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Irmin casts a hard eye at the man. "Look, we're hear about your angel dust pushing into turf you don't need to be in. Now, we can talk and this will all go easy. Or, you can bring out whatever you're calling henchmen and we'll do this quickly."
[Lemit]
"And where's this pay, exactly? We ain't take back-end." A weedly thug at the far end of the group raises his hand, but Rings quickly spins on him. "Yette, that is not what it means and you know that!"
[Lemit]
Rings and the others flip out their phones and check their accounts suspiciously. Rings rolls his jaw and narrows his eyes. "Alright. Good trick. So, you just want us on business as usual? Raiding the black market passes?"
Tommy2Handswhat is this where am iRegistered Userregular
just spent three hours being yelled at by my mom and grandfather about the selfishness of my feeling bad these last two weeks
I haven't had the right attitude
so to fix that, they scream at me
at one point I was trying to squeeze past my grandfather standing in the doorway between me and my sister and I was shouting so he took that as a que to throw me into the wall and slam a foot into my groin. he later said that from his point of view, I was "out of control".
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i'm sorry but thor smashing the coffee cup was the height of comedy
and coulson and loki were great
There were some good moments, but most of the dialogue was pretty weak.
And the romance subplot was incredibly shallow and forced. Even for an action movie romance.
if only for Nick Nolte
haven't actually seen the newer one
If I had to rank the Marvel films, I'd probably go Iron Man > Captain America > Iron Man 2 > Norton Hulk > Thor.
I'll probably see The Avengers when my dad gets back from his business trip, because both he and my mom want to check it out.
Though if I'm honest, my mom's pretty much going just to see more Downey Jr. as Iron Man.
i always come away feeling like there's something sort of... off about them
like i feel like i should enjoy them more than i do
http://www.audioentropy.com/
i don't hate 'em or anything
they're fairly entertaining
but it's just like... something never quite "clicks" for me
i can't really pinpoint what the issue is
http://www.audioentropy.com/
I can still salvage this school year.
http://deicidecomic.tumblr.com/
READ MY COMIC ^^
Yeah, takes a load off, funnily enough.
Thanks!
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READ MY COMIC ^^
i hate packing
http://www.audioentropy.com/
it's the maintenance of the living space I don't care for
ain't nothing better then standing water
and the rats keep me company
i hate packing a three-level five bedroom house
http://www.audioentropy.com/
in this chair
and brood over every negative thought and let them cycle until they consume me
until I get tired and then I can go to bed wake up go to school start the cycle again
which is weird since this is really the only place I could bitch without my ex or bryar seeing
but shit has been really really not great to be honest
and that sucks because pre-spring break I was like the happiest I had been in a long fucking time
I just wish...well I can't really explain all of it now but later maybe I dunno
that's a huge letdown after all the buzz and joy you had
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[Science Group] Teless sighs wistfully. "Oh, it worked." His fingers skip across a display at his side, and a holographic image flares to life behind him - a picture of Teless and his carbosilicate girlfriend in some sort of convention hall, surrounded by people in strange clothes (even by City standards). She's wearing a short blonde wig, with a "Green Earth" t-shirt on, a messenger bag on her hip, and a very fake rifle in her hands. He's in some sort of survivalist get-up, with his face all bandaged up and his eyes hidden behind goggles.
He stares at it a bit before snapping back to the conversation at hand. "Oh, it's nothing big. You're a friend, so I won't charge you my hourly." He spins in his seat and kicks off of the wall, rolling over to another display. Flipping it around, he pulls up a picture of bronze-skinned, black-eyed woman in a black toga, crouched on a small disc, claw-like hand raised to strike. It takes both of you a moment to realize it's plastic.
"Artemis of the PANTHEON. Discontinued basically the minute it was shipped. I want it. I want it bad, and, Chrissi, you gotta give it to me." He flicks the image over to Christina's tablet and wheels himself back to his desk. "I'll get started on the search now, no worries, but keep an eye out, alright?"
[Haze Group] Jtlkrek lets out a faint yelp as Werne's hand pushes her against the wall, and glares at him as the wight reaches for his horn.
[78%/60%] [79%/55%] Between the sudden rush of air from Speed's acceleration, and the sickly, painful noise that issues from Werne's horn, the beasts seem more confused than afraid.
[Lemit]
The thugs look at each other blankly. Finally, Rings steps forward. "So, what, you're in charge now? Just like that? Why the fuck we oughta listen to you?"
[Karsif]
Clyde [7%/35%] snatches the cravat away from Lorenzo's frozen body, cleanly shattering the thing's neck in the processes. As his fingers close around the smeared, silken fabric, its pink is rapidly replaced by Clyde's own blue.
[Iddil]
The man reaches up to his lapel and taps it twice. "Can't say as I do. Can't say as I know who you are, either."
[Fregdup]
Balls cascade over the ragged stone ledge as the team slips down into the tomb below, the rustle-and-squeak of plastic against plastic echoing dimly in the dark passages. Safety lamp and lighter casting sharp shadows that run like blood through the million tiny dips and crevices of the ancient carvings.
Kain, Samedi, and Inquisit inspect the walls while Dean watches the dark that lingers down the hallway to either side of them.
[9%/HIDDEN] Kain, remarkably, is the first to piece it together - the carvings, he realizes, are not simple decoration. They are a story. A tale flowing, left to right, along the walls. A young man, thrown into the Haze. Returns a victor, with the skins of beasts on his back. He is given something (hard to tell what it is. Some sort of light? A torch?) by a chief elder. The young man takes it, and kills the chief elder. The young man becomes a king.
[64%/HIDDEN] [80%/HIDDEN] Samedi and Inquisit find themselves off-put, unbalanced, by the... presence of this place. Samedi can feel the shadows crawl across his back, whispering to him, just out of range of his hearing.
[6%/20%] Dean hears the movement first. The rumble of stone, the rattle of steel, and the shuff-shuff of plastic. Something stirs in the black beyond the lights, down the hallway to their right. The balls stir around their feet.
[RSNC][Asteroid Field] Yan 0
[Dancing Hummingbird (Space) (Sound)][Sprightly][Seductive]
[i: Harmonic Mind Gi, Skimpy Neon Outfit (equipped), Fighting Rods, Breather and Goggles]
Yan looks up at the ceiling, at Sophia's voice.. It was entirely preposterous. Utterly silly, and, quite frankly, irresponsible. It was disrespectful, and completely, unwavering insane.
It was beautiful.
She calls out to the others, letting the power trail out toward them along with Sokudo's knowledge of sound. <Gin Mei, Boku, other Vek, I - we need your focus. On Sokudo, now.> Her free hand reaches down, and pulls her fighting rod from its place on the floor decks away, spinning it around beneath her fingers. <Boku, get to a computer console and light it up, you're on keyboard. Vek, follow Sokudo's lead - we need bass. Gin Mei, find something to drum on and try to keep the time.>
She reaches up and places a hand on Sokudo's shoulder, running his finger up his neck, grabbing his chin and pulling his gaze down to meet hers. She lets the Resonance flow through them, opens her implants up to channel, amplify the energy.
"This is it, Sokudo," she says, smiling up at him. "This is the big show. We've got the whole band together, we've got the equipment all set up, and we've got the whole universe as our audience."
She presses her forehead to his, and her eyes go bright. "Let's rock this bitch."
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[Circus Acrobat][Elegant] [Catlike Reflexes] [Illusion Magic]
i: Wooden Staff, Circus Silks, Domino Mask, [Desert Hood]
"Because we are paying you. Your boss is gone, if you wish to follow him. I understand if you have... misplaced loyalties. Feel free to leave." Daliah purses her lips, and scans the room. They better be worth the effort.
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[Monk][Iron Will][Tough Hide] [Fleshshifter]
i: Ragged Jeans, HEXcomm
Irmin casts a hard eye at the man. "Look, we're hear about your angel dust pushing into turf you don't need to be in. Now, we can talk and this will all go easy. Or, you can bring out whatever you're calling henchmen and we'll do this quickly."
"And where's this pay, exactly? We ain't take back-end." A weedly thug at the far end of the group raises his hand, but Rings quickly spins on him. "Yette, that is not what it means and you know that!"
Yette lowers his hand.
I never found it.
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[Circus Acrobat][Elegant] [Catlike Reflexes] [Illusion Magic]
i: Wooden Staff, Circus Silks, Domino Mask, [Desert Hood]
Daliah holds a finger to her lips. "Shhhh." She flips open her Hexcom.
[cassandra
can you get the account for these people
standard rate for their operation]
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They are thugs, Ms. Daliah, they have no standard rate.
A beep a few seconds later.
So I just dropped a thousand into each of their accounts. I'm sure you'll find a way to repay me later.
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[Coordinator] [Numb] [Trustworthy] [-]
i: Casual Clothing
Zee looks skeptical about this whole business but is content to just kinda hang out until he can get caught back up on current events.
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[Circus Acrobat][Elegant] [Catlike Reflexes] [Illusion Magic]
i: Wooden Staff, Circus Silks, Domino Mask, [Desert Hood]
I am sure I will
thank you
Daliah snaps her phone shut. "Check your accounts. It is a sample of your future profits."
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Rings and the others flip out their phones and check their accounts suspiciously. Rings rolls his jaw and narrows his eyes. "Alright. Good trick. So, you just want us on business as usual? Raiding the black market passes?"
I haven't had the right attitude
so to fix that, they scream at me
at one point I was trying to squeeze past my grandfather standing in the doorway between me and my sister and I was shouting so he took that as a que to throw me into the wall and slam a foot into my groin. he later said that from his point of view, I was "out of control".
I love my family
I love my fucking life
E: I hate these smilies. I am not being sarcastic, I am expressing a dumbfounded amazement at the sheer ignorant rage of people like the folks you talk about Tommy.