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by Giovenith » Thu Sep 10, 2015 2:18 pm
by Cerillium » Thu Sep 10, 2015 5:30 pm
Highfort wrote:"Good afternoon, madam."
Septimus offered a sympathetic smile before looking around the lobby, noting how empty it was despite the fact that the offices had not technically closed. It annoyed him, slightly, how inefficient democratic governments could be at times.
He supposed it could be worse; at least with a democracy the inefficiencies meant catastrophic failure took time to ripple. Their greatest weakness was also a strength at times.
"I just came by to do any logistical things before I took up my post," he raised his hand to stop her from getting up to make the copy. The poor woman was tortured enough as it was by the bright lighting of the office, "You don't need to make me a copy, madam, just show me the list. I'll take a photo myself before I swing by the security booth for ID."
Everything that was on paper wasn't always on him which meant one more barrier to perfect control. If he wanted to keep this city together, that's what he needed. The slate sent to him by FUBAR would be invaluable to this purpose, but his own processor - despite its weakened power capacity - would also suffice. Though it couldn't offer running commentary - for which he was indebted to Neste a thousand times over - the little circuit board and metal implant at the base of the back of his neck still vigilantly recorded everything he came across that he noted as important.
Even the little things were important. The secret to success was not in fact one huge leap but a series of tiny ones: several gears working in tandem as part of a well-oiled machine that would produce the desired output at the desired time. And when they were calibrated just right, working as they should, they produced something beautiful and lasting.
Oh, how he had missed the political game.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Cerillium » Thu Sep 10, 2015 5:40 pm
[]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[] “Therefore they did watch over their people, and did nourish them with things pertaining to righteousness.” —Mosiah 23:18 The Men grouped in Bielefeld's Memorial Park said nothing. Afternoon sunlight glinted off the solid onyx bird of prey resting atop the marble plinth they surrounded. As one, they bowed their heads in reverence to it. No magic would ever touch it, nor enemy attack destroy it, for it represented the being who had stood as a guardian of the Multiverse far longer than the existence of many of the nations contained within it. This exquisite woman, this creator of the ever-enchanting D'Aquisto, First Imperatrice of the Dominion which she founded, had withstood many a trial during her tenure. She had never demanded respect. It had been accorded to her by those willing to understand the burdens of her position. But she had been emptied of her godlike power and shrugged off her oppressive mantle and rejoined the people which she cared so deeply for. It was the end of an era and the preceptors of that Multiverse, those charged with passing on the knowledge gained through their own lengthy incumbency, would not allow her transition to go unnoticed nor her light to be forgotten. The golden plaque affixed below the bird's commanding talons did not list her deeds nor attempt to explain the complexity of her role. Such a thing would be impossible. It bore only her name: Nathicana. The Men's heads raised once more, stoic faces lifted towards the noonday sun. Though their hearts were burdened and their inner daemons lashed out in dismay, they shed no tear over the era's end. Not here. Not in public. Rather, they chose to celebrate her accomplishments, and to rejoice in her new freedom to participate in all the goodness Elohim had in store for her. []𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[][]𺰘¨˜°ºð[] |
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Torsiedelle » Thu Sep 10, 2015 10:21 pm
by Highfort » Thu Sep 10, 2015 11:43 pm
by Fvaarniimar » Fri Sep 11, 2015 5:07 pm
by Giovenith » Fri Sep 11, 2015 6:26 pm
by Monfrox » Fri Sep 11, 2015 7:28 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Giovenith » Fri Sep 11, 2015 9:23 pm
by Monfrox » Fri Sep 11, 2015 10:44 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Fvaarniimar » Sat Sep 12, 2015 11:02 am
by Tsuyoi Tekikoku » Sat Sep 12, 2015 3:28 pm
"Hey ~! Toriii~!" Tsu waved at her ex down the hall, her wings also greeted the young girl by doing some odd movement, like they were attempting to save at her before they made a quick retreat and turned into a pair of skeletal wings that folded to fit inside the apartment halls. "How are ya~? We haven't talked in a while!" She said stopping only a few feet in front of Torii.Torsiedelle wrote:The sisters stayed back and watched before Drova went off. Left to themselves, they decided that it was best to pick up the pace and get home more quickly. They didn't say much on the way, except for when they were just about home, coming back onto their home street.
Katya broke the awkward silence. "So, are you okay? You don't seem like yourself today, and I know that boy had to have upset you."
Maybe this time, she hoped, Torii would want to just talk about it. However, the girl simply shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know. I think I'm just going to go find Tsu. I haven't seen her in a little while."
"Oh. Ah, okay then.", Katya mumbled. The damn girl was always so guarded around her. What was that all about? Her sister had gotten a lot more private recently.
When they entered the building once again, Torii went ahead, up to their apartment. Katya stayed back, and went to sit on the thinking bench.
Once home, Torii tossed her guitar onto the bed; she hadn't even gotten string for it in the end. She tossed her jacket aside as well, and climbed up onto the bed to reach over the top and slide her diary out. That boy was really creepy, and it didn't help her, being harassed after she was already really upset from the previous night. She had something she needed to do, and after a long time, too. She opened the book up halfway and pulled out the red envelope she'd kept for the last three years, put her diary up, and walked out of her apartment. She didn't know where her other friends were, but she wanted to have the envelope just in case. She also wanted to see FUBAR, and check on the clones at the Raptor house, but first she'd go find Tsu and see what she was up to. She didn't know where Drova had gone off to.
Katya stayed behind when they entered the building. She fell back onto the thinking bench and sighed. She was back to boredom.
by Torsiedelle » Sat Sep 12, 2015 3:34 pm
by Tsuyoi Tekikoku » Sat Sep 12, 2015 3:49 pm
by Torsiedelle » Sat Sep 12, 2015 4:21 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sat Sep 12, 2015 4:44 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Swith Witherward » Sat Sep 12, 2015 6:16 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Tsuyoi Tekikoku » Sat Sep 12, 2015 6:18 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:"Oh, well, I don't really know.", Torii responded. She combed her hair with her fingers to straighten it back out and followed her friend. "I just wanted to talk, really, and maybe see what you were up to. I haven't really seen any of the others in a while.", She admitted. "Gio's always off with her adult friends, and so is Marcus, or they're together, and then I rarely see Yuna or Kale. I thought that we could find something to do.
She paused. "Wait, a mongoose? Why did you break your TV over that?"
by Torsiedelle » Sat Sep 12, 2015 6:43 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sat Sep 12, 2015 6:56 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Giovenith » Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:31 pm
by Torsiedelle » Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:49 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sat Sep 12, 2015 8:14 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Torsiedelle » Sat Sep 12, 2015 9:03 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sat Sep 12, 2015 10:23 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
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