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by The New Velociraptor Empire » Thu Dec 12, 2013 9:42 pm
by Cerillium » Thu Dec 12, 2013 9:46 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 The BranRiech » Thu Dec 12, 2013 9:50 pm
by Cerillium » Thu Dec 12, 2013 10:23 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:Jenny flinched to avoid Sophie entering the group. "Sure, now we have the upper claw against the boys." Jenny greeted. Swift stuck his tongue out for a mocking gesture for his displeasure at the balance. Now with girls outnumbering the boys, the children continued down the hall. Robert tipped over one of the marble busts of the Raptorverse dictator, revealing a hidden staircase going up behind the wall. "The waffalos are up here, but we should have hats before we round em' up. what is a cowboy without his hat?" Robert said. "...or cowgirl." Jenny added.
The BranRiech wrote:"Cowgirls and cowboys should be equally as cool, haven't any of you guys seen the Toy Story movies? Jessie's just as cool as Woody!" Rachelle giggled enthusiastically. Her favorite series of movies held true in her mind at least, that anyone could be cool! Well, Buzz Lightyear was still the coolest, but that was irrelevant at the time. They were going to see Waffalos!
"But yes, hats are mandatory, I'd say."
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 The New Velociraptor Empire » Fri Dec 13, 2013 11:24 am
by Cerillium » Fri Dec 13, 2013 5:13 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"I never got why the toys hid when they were alive." Jenny said to Rachelle as they ascended the staircase. They saw the movies, but didn't quite understand why the toys never said they were alive. They knew some of their toys had been given life, but they never hid it. "Hello Sophie! I'm Jenny!" she greeted her new friend.
The staircase went up to a wood cabin in the middle of an indoor prairie and rolling hills that stretched out under the metal dome. It looked like a hunting cabin with a living room, dining area and small kitchen. Swift ran over to a corner and opened the old trunk full of hats and 'play' guns. He pulled out a stetson and a short-term "freeze-ray" that resembled a revolver. Jenny pulled out another cowboy hat and a lasso, while Robert pulled out just a hat. Outside the cabin the waffle buffalo hybrids roamed and grazed under the bright light that mimicked the sun.
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 The BranRiech » Fri Dec 13, 2013 5:17 pm
by Cerillium » Fri Dec 13, 2013 5:21 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"So they are real . . ."
Rachelle was in awe at the Waffalos. She donned her own hat, and listened to the chicks and their opinions on her favorite movies, but didn't respond. She saw the Waffalos and just started in awe. She gripped her own freeze ray nervously, not knowing the dangers of the situation, if there were any (There always was!), and noted Siduer's grumpy behavior, not knowing the cause of it.
Sophie seemed nice though, and was so freaking adorable!
"How are we gonna' do this?"
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 The New Velociraptor Empire » Fri Dec 13, 2013 5:43 pm
by The BranRiech » Fri Dec 13, 2013 5:46 pm
by Urran » Fri Dec 13, 2013 6:04 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 Cerillium » Fri Dec 13, 2013 6:15 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 The New Velociraptor Empire » Fri Dec 13, 2013 6:22 pm
by The BranRiech » Fri Dec 13, 2013 6:33 pm
by Cerillium » Fri Dec 13, 2013 6:46 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 The New Velociraptor Empire » Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:11 pm
by Tiltjuice » Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:30 pm
Erucia wrote:Ray smirked and gave a comic-fueled huff for a brief moment, taking the words into careful consideration. Perhaps he should be more grateful of the new body: after all, he could either be dead or in toilet-form. The thought sent a slight shiver down his spine, sending his hairs standing at the silly yet horrific fate.
"Yes, that's a very good point. Perhaps if I'm bad to the raptors, that's what they'll do to me," he followed up to Luce, giving him a warm smile. "Stuffed full of mechanical contraptions far beyond the scope of the human imagination. Perhaps we should give them more credit: they are geniuses, if maddened ones at that.
"Although...I am a little curious: do you yourself retain your body? I'm sure you must've received some form of modification or another, unless the methods of the Conservators are different than I assumed."
Swith Witherward wrote:"Cuisine! Hans!" The ball of energy bopped over to them and hugged them in turn, planting a kiss on their cheek as she did so.
Cuisine was Naomi's favorite chef in the world. Then again, Naomi didn't know many chefs to begin with, but the tall man was quirky and friendly and made some outstanding grub... Naomi had always wanted to ask him for lessons... so he naturally fell high up on her list of Good People I Like Lots. It's uncertain if Cuisine would want to actually share that list. Aegis' name was on it, as was a few other dark denizens of the building. Kindly chefs and homicidal maniacs. Naomi was a strange being.
She eyed Hans a moment. "Aren't you hot in that wool? Why don't you just do like Klaus does and make it a Nazi desert uniform? You know, the khaki shorts and socks, and boots, and cotton shirt with the funny symbols on the collar and the funny hat? Then you'll be dressed right."
The godling grinned at both and then scampered off, interrupting Levi and Neil long enough to give the raptor a hug and sprinkle his snout with kisses. She moved on after that, a little butterfly happy to flit amongst her friends and share the love.
Hans chewed his bottom lip, dredged his memory and nodded. Sure, there was sand here. It was hot. It would only make sense to be appropriately attired. And thus it was so. Hans tucked his shirt into his shorts to even out the material and then placed the cap on his head.
"Where were we? Ah, Chrys!" He led Cuisine towards her table and took a seat across from her.
Cerillium wrote:A snort escaped Ogoti. He pursed his lips. "We have today and beyond to live. Let's not dwell on the past."
It was an artful dodge. The cynicism lurking just under his skin hadn't been present a year ago. Recent events dredged it from his soul's depths and deposited it extremely close to the surface. Bane. Thriller's death. Atosh. Rumors of a traitor in the Conservators' ranks. Dora snatched off the street. His mistrust sprung from ancient fears and the realization that the cycle seemed to be repeating. He didn't want to think of connections or conspiracies. I'll cling to denial just a little longer. There's food. Companionship. An entire island to enjoy.
"The last time we stood on a beach together, you were wondering about the future. Have you given any more thought to your plans?"
by Urran » Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:35 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 » Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:37 pm
by Cerillium » Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:39 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"Gotta drive em' to the kitchen for waffles!" Swift answered Sophie as he prodded his waterbear forward, using his small sickle claws lightly for spurs. He and Robert diverged to one side of the herd as Jenny chose another side. "Yee-haw!" Jenny exclaimed in glee as they started targeting a small herd of six large waffalos, nearly twice as large as the waterbears and their riders.
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 Tiltjuice » Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:40 pm
Urran wrote:Blossom nodded. "I have been busy lately and I really can't go out during the day because of my...condition. It makes social interaction difficult sometimes." she said, twiddling and playing with her hair. She looked around the room for any type of blood. Wasn't there any blood here? Oh well, she could hunt down and kill something later. Maybe share it with Toscha?
by Urran » Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:46 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 Erucia » Fri Dec 13, 2013 8:04 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:"For me? Yes. All of what you see here is human flesh and blood. More or less." Luce smoothed down his shirt. "I've never given any thought to what makes us who we are, though. And yes, the raptors would be holy terrors if completely let loose."
"Peace, like war, must be waged."
- George Clooney, 60'th Anniversary of UN PeacekeepingI wear teal, blue pink & red for Swith.
by Cerillium » Fri Dec 13, 2013 8:07 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:A sack suddenly appeared with a muted flash on Sophie's waterbear. It shook and a pair of long, narrow ears poked out, swiveling this way and that, followed by the rest of MB's head. He waved.
Hello. On the hunt, I hear!Erucia wrote:Ray smirked and gave a comic-fueled huff for a brief moment, taking the words into careful consideration. Perhaps he should be more grateful of the new body: after all, he could either be dead or in toilet-form. The thought sent a slight shiver down his spine, sending his hairs standing at the silly yet horrific fate.
"Yes, that's a very good point. Perhaps if I'm bad to the raptors, that's what they'll do to me," he followed up to Luce, giving him a warm smile. "Stuffed full of mechanical contraptions far beyond the scope of the human imagination. Perhaps we should give them more credit: they are geniuses, if maddened ones at that.
"Although...I am a little curious: do you yourself retain your body? I'm sure you must've received some form of modification or another, unless the methods of the Conservators are different than I assumed."
"For me? Yes. All of what you see here is human flesh and blood. More or less." Luce smoothed down his shirt. "I've never given any thought to what makes us who we are, though. And yes, the raptors would be holy terrors if completely let loose."Swith Witherward wrote:"Cuisine! Hans!" The ball of energy bopped over to them and hugged them in turn, planting a kiss on their cheek as she did so.
Cuisine was Naomi's favorite chef in the world. Then again, Naomi didn't know many chefs to begin with, but the tall man was quirky and friendly and made some outstanding grub... Naomi had always wanted to ask him for lessons... so he naturally fell high up on her list of Good People I Like Lots. It's uncertain if Cuisine would want to actually share that list. Aegis' name was on it, as was a few other dark denizens of the building. Kindly chefs and homicidal maniacs. Naomi was a strange being.
She eyed Hans a moment. "Aren't you hot in that wool? Why don't you just do like Klaus does and make it a Nazi desert uniform? You know, the khaki shorts and socks, and boots, and cotton shirt with the funny symbols on the collar and the funny hat? Then you'll be dressed right."
The godling grinned at both and then scampered off, interrupting Levi and Neil long enough to give the raptor a hug and sprinkle his snout with kisses. She moved on after that, a little butterfly happy to flit amongst her friends and share the love.
Hans chewed his bottom lip, dredged his memory and nodded. Sure, there was sand here. It was hot. It would only make sense to be appropriately attired. And thus it was so. Hans tucked his shirt into his shorts to even out the material and then placed the cap on his head.
"Where were we? Ah, Chrys!" He led Cuisine towards her table and took a seat across from her.
"Hello, N - " Cuisine started to reply, but she was already gone. He shook his head, smiling and rubbing his cheek. "She's quite amazing," he observed in an undertone. Taking off his hat, he set it upright on the table.
Chrys turned briefly to Hans with a slight widening of the eyes. "Hi, guys. It seems like forever since we've seen each other; though probably the bustle of daily life had to do with it. Wouldn't you agree, Blossom?"Cerillium wrote:A snort escaped Ogoti. He pursed his lips. "We have today and beyond to live. Let's not dwell on the past."
It was an artful dodge. The cynicism lurking just under his skin hadn't been present a year ago. Recent events dredged it from his soul's depths and deposited it extremely close to the surface. Bane. Thriller's death. Atosh. Rumors of a traitor in the Conservators' ranks. Dora snatched off the street. His mistrust sprung from ancient fears and the realization that the cycle seemed to be repeating. He didn't want to think of connections or conspiracies. I'll cling to denial just a little longer. There's food. Companionship. An entire island to enjoy.
"The last time we stood on a beach together, you were wondering about the future. Have you given any more thought to your plans?"
"Not in particular, no. I had a talk with Giovenith, after the fight in the dining room back at the building. A lot of things remain unresolved, but I'm going to try to simplify my life a little bit. Get back to as close to normal as I can remember it." Dora tucked both her arms loosely around one of Ogoti's - one hand on his wrist and the other wrapped around his elbow. "I think going to dinner, having drinks, and a walk down the beach would be a good start."
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 Urran » Fri Dec 13, 2013 8:12 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.
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