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by Tiltjuice » Sat Dec 14, 2013 12:45 am
by The BranRiech » Sat Dec 14, 2013 11:15 am
by Germanic Templars » Sat Dec 14, 2013 12:20 pm
Cerillium wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:OOC: That is why some of the base is built either on a platform that stretches a bit out, or why it is underground. Forgot to mention that much. Will go more into detail on the OOC pg if needed.
"Well so as long as I am back where I started, I guess it ain't too bad." He remarked with a smile.
Sapphire, who just got done ordering snacks for the kids, looked at Datus and then at... Catherine! She looked at Barox and asked. "I see that Catherine is here too? Dr. wanted you to bring her?" Barox nodded. "Well fair enough." She then took a knee and opened her arms. "C'mere Cathy. It's me, Sapphire, kitty?"
Catherine, who was hiding behind Wren, looked out from her side to see Sapphire. A smile lit on her face as she ran towards her screaming, "Kiiiiityyy!" The little girl would run and jump to give her a hug. She then looked up at her. "You're here! Smif's here.. That means mommy is here!"
Sapphire feeling a bit more heart broken at that comment, really didn't know what to say. She looked up at Barox, but he shrugged, then at Wren.
Wren was sympathetic to Sapphire's plight. She wasn't certain if the mother had been killed or was wounded somewhere. War was a terrible thing. She hadn't even had the chance to ask Barox if his own mother had survived. The young cyborg bowed her head.
"Barox, maybe we should give them a little space?" she softly suggested. Katherine needed the comfort that only a trusted adult could give. She was just an interloper who wouldn't be of much use to either Kathrine or Sapphire.
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Sat Dec 14, 2013 12:55 pm
by Urran » Sat Dec 14, 2013 2:31 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by The BranRiech » Sat Dec 14, 2013 3:19 pm
by Urran » Sat Dec 14, 2013 3:40 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Sat Dec 14, 2013 5:28 pm
by Cerillium » Sat Dec 14, 2013 6:51 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:Onward! Onward to place of food! MB signed madly, ears whirring like undersized helicopter blades. He sniffed curiously, wondering if there was anything being prepared. The chicks' mentioning of these "Waffle Os" intrigued him. Were they cereal creatures? Like Cheery Os? He liked cereal. Fun always in catching them, he answered Sophie's question. Always better to play first. Then eat. Eat then play bad.
He turned his head so his whiskers tickled the back of her hand.
Chrys shook her head, not minding Blossom's question. She seemed harmless enough, now, relatively.
"No, Hans has it," she chimed, giving the cultist a look of gratitude. "Just a spot of family trouble, is all. Thanks for asking, though."
She polished off the rest of her Dr Pepper. The salad was long gone, of course, and she had to hand it to the raptors. For carnivores, they didn't ununderstand vegetables!
Dora's shoulders relaxed and she let out a small sigh. The contact made her feel at peace for once. It was hard to keep up with the different beliefs and actions of so many people, but somehow Ogoti made it seem all too easy. Flexibility of spirit to match his changeable shape, perhaps, said the part of her that looked for patterns and tried to make things fit into neat boxes.
"I'd like that," she said just as easily, matching him pace for pace toward the raptors' house and the nearest table. "Dark sky, bright stars, sand, surf, wine, and a kindred spirit. There's nothing like it."
Luce turned so that the light caught the lenses of his glasses, obscuring his eyes.
"Humanity is what you make it," offered he, in his usual quiet manner. "This is just a package. Dora, too, she has changed from the way she originally looked. There will always be something different about you, and her, and so many others. But if you were willing, I'm sure I could find a way to persuade Chrys to shave you, make you look more human. Or humanoid at the least."
There might possibly have been a hint of mischief in Luce's expression, but it was fleeting if it was ever really there.
"Trust in Fate," he suggested finally, in response to Ray's trepidation about anything the raptors might have added or subtracted. "It appears you have already begun that step, anyway, as you are here at a party hosted by those very same insane scientists." He grinned. "And as for our toolset, if I understand your question correctly, that's something we only share with those who are, or are about to become, one of us. Perhaps, if you were willing, it would be possible."
Urran wrote:Blossom nodded in understanding. Family troubles were not fun, though she doubted it was as bad as being chased a away with torches and pitchforks because you had morphed into a blood drinking night stalker. 'Well, if you ever need to vent I am always willing to listen." she said with a nod. She took a few more sips of her blood before deciding to change the subject to a more cheerful topic. "I love the island don't you? I mean, aside from the sun of course."
Yoshi looked up at the lamia slithering towards him and kept his face more or less hidden. "Y-you mean Miss Blossom? N-no I have not seen her Mr. Lamia." he said softly. Dang it Yoshi! he thought. Why do you have to be so shy!?! It's part of your nature I guess...shyogonai....
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 » Sat Dec 14, 2013 6:58 pm
by The BranRiech » Sat Dec 14, 2013 7:06 pm
Urran wrote:Yoshi stood up and bowed. "P-pardon my manners! I-I just am not good at meeting new people is all...I'm Yoshi, who might you be?" he asked. You managed to get your name out without breaking down. Great! he thought. The Lamia didn't seem to have harmful intentions so Yoshi calmed down a bit. Yoshi really needed to learn to be more comfortable in his own skin.
by Giovenith » Sat Dec 14, 2013 7:13 pm
by Cerillium » Sat Dec 14, 2013 7:22 pm
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 » Sat Dec 14, 2013 8:49 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:"So they're just disappearing? Strange..."
Torii wasn't so surprised, though; the raptors were strange beings. Now, dinner was over, but her sister was still talking, and so was Yoshi. If Gio and Yuna wanted to start their clubhouse, they could, but Torii was going ahead of them real quick. She didn't think anyone would really mind, anyway; she'd have time to think...
"Well, that was nice, but I'm goin'' home to work on a project, everyone. See ya later.", She said before leaving.
Once there, Torii found herself standing at the entrance to her hut. It seemed that her sister and Yoshi had been here, which made her feel at ease, not being the only one living in that hut.
It was nostalgic....every time. Torii still wasn't completely over Lidev, but she tended not to think about it. Besides, she had Tsu....well, not anymore.
"It's not fair.", Torii sighed. "She can't be here...I'll just play with Yuna and Giovenith...."
She started gathering things to put in her clubhouse: a few old chairs, an unused loveseat in the side room, some spare sheets to throw around, two lanterns, a small radio, and (for herself), snatching an old carton of cigarettes that the froxians left behind; she didn't understand what the appeal was, still, but maybe it would calm her like everyone said they did. Besides, she didn't particularly care about her health now anyways.
She spent several minutes dragging everything out back to the mouth of the bunker, and tossed the smokes in the loveseat, but didn't have much motivation beyond that.
"Eh....no fun by myself...I want a friend...maybe just check the beach....I'll get my guitar."
It wasn't like she needed to do that work anyway. It was a vacation...she was going to get her guitar, but stopped quickly to grab the radio, and then went back inside to get her six-string. After that, she was out on the beach.
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 » Sat Dec 14, 2013 8:54 pm
by The BranRiech » Sat Dec 14, 2013 8:56 pm
by Giovenith » Sat Dec 14, 2013 9:02 pm
by Torsiedelle » Sat Dec 14, 2013 9:42 pm
by Giovenith » Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:02 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:05 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:She watched the Nikanor family take their seats, and Torii smoked for them all. The girl sat, still in her swimsuit, cross-legged on a log, with her guitar propped on her thigh, which meant that she didn't have to wait for Gio to say what she did for her to pluck four strings in a country-style twang.
"I like smokey. Bonfires are awesome, really. Is this common for the island? I didn't move here until it was almost Christmas last year!"
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and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Torsiedelle » Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:25 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Torsiedelle wrote:She watched the Nikanor family take their seats, and Torii smoked for them all. The girl sat, still in her swimsuit, cross-legged on a log, with her guitar propped on her thigh, which meant that she didn't have to wait for Gio to say what she did for her to pluck four strings in a country-style twang.
"I like smokey. Bonfires are awesome, really. Is this common for the island? I didn't move here until it was almost Christmas last year!"
"Yes, and it's been too long since we all did this."
Swith smiled at Torii and sat down next to her on the log to watch Giovenith's antics by the fire.
She'd changed into her tropical sarong from last year and had piled her hair loosely on top of her head. Thriller's gift hung from the fine chain around her neck. She was barefoot. And still pale. She hadn't been able to tan last year either.
Swith had stepped out of time to do some soul searching after putting the twins to bed. Her grief had touched down into what she once thought was a bottomless well. The bottom served as a boundary, and once she'd established that one existed, she was free to study her situation instead of flailing through emotional turmoil. She had found focus and demanded her rightful place in her matrix. She had accepted that she was no longer a soldier's wife... she was a warrior's widow. This gave her a new boundary. Her world began to take form again, becoming a shape instead of the inky nothingness that had before tried to bitterly to consume her.
Being on the island was difficult. It was here that she and Thriller first kissed. It was here where he came in and told her and Naomi about his visit with his father. It was here that he'd learned about the loss of her child, and here that he had laid beside her in bed to comfort her without expecting any sexual favor in return. It was here that she realized she was in love with him. Those memories, which had threatened to crush her that morning, were now another boundary that she could slam her fist against and claim as a defining shape.
Her eyes traveled to the girl beside her. It was here that Torii fell in love with Lidev. Was it any stretch of the imagination to assume that Torii might also be haunted by specters of loss and abandonment?
Swith slipped her arm around Torii's shoulders. "Girl, this place has good memories of good people."
She gazed into her eyes, appreciating the way the fire was reflected in them. "I'm sorry about Lidev," she said in sincerity, and then couldn't say any more.
by Giovenith » Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:31 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:41 pm
Giovenith wrote:"It was last time we were here..." said Giovenith as she crouched to poke the fire a bit with a nearby stick, eyes on the reds, yellows, and oranges. She held her cheek with one hand and smiled, dreamy with the nostalgia of her memories. The girl was leaning further and further back into a relaxed state here on the island, allowing herself to indulge in the simple happiness the place offered in many ways. "Pretty embers, too. They go wonderfully with the sky."
Wondering if perhaps she had something to roast in the fire, Giovenith knelt and began to empty a few things from her pockets. Yoyo, jacks, tiny balls...
Torsiedelle wrote:Like a hiccup, Torii's heart skipped a beat and shot up into her throat. She didn't particularly expect anybody to say that to her, especially someone who she had little history with. It put her in a little more of a somber mood, and it was visible by her slouching slightly.
So much stuff here reminded her of that time, and, even if it was under worse circumstances, or if other people looked at it all as sick or bad, Torii loved it all. It really hurt her to be back on the island, and to never experience that again. She though of that time as the best time of her young life...
She didn't want to have a breakdown, or an awkward moment in front of the Nikanors, who she felt wouldn't understand it. She sat her guitar flat across her lap and smiled to Swith as best as she could.
"Thanks, Mrs. Swith. You knew Lidev, right? And I haven't seen you in a while. You were always around Mister Thriller, the cool alien guy?"
★ 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 Dec 14, 2013 10:56 pm
by Giovenith » Sat Dec 14, 2013 11:03 pm
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