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by Giovenith » Tue May 14, 2013 4:28 pm
by AETEN II » Tue May 14, 2013 4:34 pm
New Aksarben wrote:AETEN II wrote:
"Besides blowing shit up? Not really. I haven't ever got a chance to pursue personal interests for any period of time at all. I do enjoy hunting on occasion, but those chances and few and far between."
"Don't you have a lot of time to go hunting right now? We are on an island, and you really have no one here to tell you what to do..."
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by New Aksarben » Tue May 14, 2013 4:36 pm
AETEN II wrote:New Aksarben wrote:"Don't you have a lot of time to go hunting right now? We are on an island, and you really have no one here to tell you what to do..."
"Nah. Nothing remotely impressive or predatory. Sadly this island seems to lack vicious three meter tall carnivorous game. A shame really, as otherwise I could easily keep myself entertained."
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what you say,
and what you
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by AETEN II » Tue May 14, 2013 4:39 pm
New Aksarben wrote:AETEN II wrote:"Nah. Nothing remotely impressive or predatory. Sadly this island seems to lack vicious three meter tall carnivorous game. A shame really, as otherwise I could easily keep myself entertained."
"You should try to find a hobby, since you have nothing else to do, really." Jacob suggested. "Is there anything at all that you have wanted to do?"
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by New Aksarben » Tue May 14, 2013 4:42 pm
AETEN II wrote:New Aksarben wrote:"You should try to find a hobby, since you have nothing else to do, really." Jacob suggested. "Is there anything at all that you have wanted to do?"
"Nothing I can think of. I haven't had time to think of personal hobbies or activities and spend too much time in the trenches to consider anything. There's nothing I can think of off the top of my head."
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
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DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Tue May 14, 2013 4:45 pm
by Swith Witherward » Tue May 14, 2013 4:54 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:"Well i'll be sure to beat'em so that you won't have to destroy'em, and I won't have to feel sorry for them." *he chuckled. He finished off the rest of his tea.*
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by AETEN II » Tue May 14, 2013 5:01 pm
New Aksarben wrote:AETEN II wrote:
"Nothing I can think of. I haven't had time to think of personal hobbies or activities and spend too much time in the trenches to consider anything. There's nothing I can think of off the top of my head."
"Have you ever tried reading a book?" He offered. "That's something that doesn't take too much time, and can be done whenever you have downtime....
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by The BranRiech » Tue May 14, 2013 5:02 pm
by Giovenith » Tue May 14, 2013 5:09 pm
by Torsiedelle » Tue May 14, 2013 5:16 pm
by New Aksarben » Tue May 14, 2013 5:19 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
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Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by AETEN II » Tue May 14, 2013 5:24 pm
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by New Aksarben » Tue May 14, 2013 5:33 pm
AETEN II wrote:Hearing the notice that they were going to finally be heading 'home', Ozzall jumped up to his feet and grabbed hi plasteel suitcase in one smooth movement before eagerly running down the beach. Keeping pace with Jacob during the run down, Ozzall responded upon reaching the point that everyone was heading to.
"Ah. We use the holonet, datapads, etc. Sometimes called 'holobooks'. Obviously this planet hasn't developed by the technology so I was thrown off. I think the Sith may have some traditional, ancient books in their academies, but otherwise everything's digital."
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
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Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
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Nonbinary/Genderqueer
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Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Tue May 14, 2013 5:36 pm
by Germanic Templars » Tue May 14, 2013 5:47 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:"Well i'll be sure to beat'em so that you won't have to destroy'em, and I won't have to feel sorry for them." *he chuckled. He finished off the rest of his tea.*
"We make a good team, Cornelius Thriller," she tossed her head back in pretend arrogance before giggling and crinkling her nose at him. "Okay, we have tea. Now what? Wine? Every time I turn a corner on this planet, you show me something even more exquisite than the last. You'll have to work hard to top the beautify of this tea house."
--
Naomi set out to gather people up for the return home.
by The BranRiech » Tue May 14, 2013 5:48 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:The chicks played on the beach, reducing crabs into blue shimmering cubes. Swift took one of the cubes and tossed it into the ocean where it became a crab again. "Children, get back here. we are leaving soon." Gretta called them. "But Mum! We are playing!" Swift argued.
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Tue May 14, 2013 5:51 pm
The BranRiech wrote:The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:The chicks played on the beach, reducing crabs into blue shimmering cubes. Swift took one of the cubes and tossed it into the ocean where it became a crab again. "Children, get back here. we are leaving soon." Gretta called them. "But Mum! We are playing!" Swift argued.
"Heya, kids!" Bran walked over, deciding that he had a few minutes to spare with his friend's children. "What'cha all doing?" He chuckled and crouched down to the sands of the beach they were using as a play area.
by The BranRiech » Tue May 14, 2013 5:53 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"Playing with the guns Daddy made for us." Jenny answered showing off her toy proudly.
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Tue May 14, 2013 5:58 pm
The BranRiech wrote:The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"Playing with the guns Daddy made for us." Jenny answered showing off her toy proudly.
"Huh." Bran nodded enthusiastically, like an uncle or something. "Cool toys, what do they shoot, darts or something?" He asked with his knowledge of common kids toys.
by Swith Witherward » Tue May 14, 2013 5:59 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:"Swith, I don't have to do a thing, it's the people who built them, they add in their own taste in stuff for the most part. For example, if we were to stumble upon an Islamic city in the 11th district, it would look to how their religious culture would reflect. Anyway, I guess we get the wine."
"Not until you pay!" *The man said.*
"Don't worry, I planned on paying." *he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins for payment.*
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and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Tue May 14, 2013 6:01 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"Something with quan-tum com-press-ion....It makes things into neat little glowy cubes." Robert tried to explain then just shot a large boulder. A stream of blue enery shot out and reduced the boulder to a cube one inch in size within a second.
by Giovenith » Tue May 14, 2013 6:03 pm
by Swith Witherward » Tue May 14, 2013 6:04 pm
There's no place like home... The dropship collected everyone from the beach and sped off towards home. “Home”. The word never sounded so good. “If you look out the windows on the right, you’ll see Bielefeld,” Dr. Smith’s voice said over the cabin’s speakers. “We’ll have a better view once we settle over the beach.” The ship slowly circled the city, offering everyone a view of it. Different districts stood out from each other yet everything melded together to fashion the city into one twinkling jewel. They flew over the Industrial District, which gave them a different view of DownTown across the river and the Government District beyond it before finally coming to hover near the Strip (Market) District. The ship set down on the beach, but their arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed. Fireworks illuminated the skyline as citizens expressed their appreciation of the their Defenders’ return. The sand on the beach reflected the vibrant red, blue, violet and silver flare of the chrysanthemums blossoming overhead. The people hadn’t forgotten all the times the Building Residents had come to their aid, nor did they forget that their lives had been repaired with the help of some of those residents and their people. Fire engines and police cars blasted their horns and let loose their sirens as word spread. Windows were flung wide and people cheered; it became a roar to rival any sports stadium on earth or beyond. The fireworks revealed the main street of the Strip District which was close to the beach itself. Thriller’s walking gun squatted in a public park which bordered the seaside. Memorial Park was further down the road to the left where a giant giraffe sculpture lifted its graceful head (and tongue) to the night skies. This was where Dora’s memorial would be held. To the right, the tree-lined Subabsurdus Street joined with the main street… and the Building quietly sat there on the corner, waiting for them to return. The grounds had been restored, and the woods still formed the backdrop in the back garden. In that rear yard was the pavilion which Minerva had stood on when they’d first taken refuge in Tent City. Even Bran’s hangar had been replaced at the very top of the Building. Citizens had set small fabric flags at the edge of the front lawn for those Building Residents with known nations. Others had left small notes or candles as an expression of their gratitude. Neighbors, who normally lamented all the noise and supernatural nonsense stemming from the Building, came out of their homes to applaud the Defenders, and clapped them on the back or shook their hands. O.C. Demens, their landlord, stood on the front steps to hand them each a key to the front door as well as their apartment keys. The Building was restored inside, and the Lobby greeted them. Thriller’s Thinking Bench, the phone booth, the different doors leading down to the Bomb Shelter and the Chaos Apartment, the flight of stairs leading up to the communal kitchen and dining room… all of it was there. Brand new. Sparkling. Home. The Defenders would, of course, need to set up their own apartments and furnishings again. The noise lasted a while longer before the good people of Bielefeld came to their senses and went back to their lives. Quiet was restored again. |
★ 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 » Tue May 14, 2013 6:07 pm
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