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by Chedastan » Sat Sep 19, 2015 7:30 pm
by Cerillium » Sun Sep 20, 2015 1:15 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 Tiltjuice » Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:42 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:-snip-
Tiltjuice wrote:The long-ago and far-off voice of one of Calani's many instructors echoed in her mind. When brought forth and introduced by a scruffy-looking woman to a scruffier-looking man as a potential recruit, the man will frequently ask your name and your intentions. On this occasion, you are not to say that you are pregnant and both your conversational partners are the other parents due to an action of questionable ethics in a border village on the fringe of the Great Khan. Believe it or not, this has happened.
"My pleasure to meet you, Mr Clark; my name is Calani Marliten," she murmured, taking his hand and inclining slightly over it before letting go. "But I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I came across you with no other intentions than a stroll at night. It's pleasant weather in Ticaret tonight, and I would be silly not to take advantage of it. And you? You seem to have some sort of a meeting here. Judging by your fellow traveler there, you've run into a spot of trouble."
by Highfort » Sun Sep 20, 2015 3:15 pm
by Cerillium » Sun Sep 20, 2015 7:28 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 Esternial » Mon Sep 21, 2015 4:42 pm
Cerillium wrote:The engineer's hooch in Mia's glass swirled as she peered at her "companions" over the container's brim. Lucius seemed offended. She wondered if his liver was still healthy. Oh, it had nothing to do with a concern over his drinking history. The organ would fetch a high price on the black market and, considering he seemed to have no concern about attracting attention by wearing blood (and thus making him the single suspect in every murder case regardless of whatever city or wadi they stopped it), it might be prudent to dispatch him in the dead of night rather than risk unwanted attention.
"A coma would be too kind," the tech-head mumbled in an undertone to Zed as she brought the glass to her lips.
She could already feel latent tendencies creeping into her brain. Sitting here would intensify them. Doing nothing meant the inability to keep them stifled - distraction was necessary, especially as she found eyes draw to the child. Specifically, the child's trachea. It was probably a lovely shade of pink, having not yet been corrupted by booze or tobacco. Her lungs would be pink, too. Mia had never dissected a human so young. It would take her an hour, perhaps. She was unaccustomed to working with organs so small. The best course of action was to smother her, naturally. No sense tainting tissues with toxins. In fact, the plate of veg would do nicely. Or some soggy bread. Just cram that shit up her nostrils and down her throat. Hell, push her head into the plate and hold it there and let the body thrash. Everyone stopped thrashing eventually.
"Ho'kay!" A resounding slap echoed around the motor pool and Mia embraced the sharp sting to her thigh. Her hand stung, too, but that was all the better. "I've had enough of this sitting around shit."
Mia gulped down the remnants in her glass. A shiver rippled her shoulders as the alcohol seared away another layer of cells on its journey down to her gut. "Doctor, we have two options: go to bed or get into trouble. Some people would rather get into trouble in bed, but I somehow don't think you'd be up for that. Unless you are, in which case, hey, let's go! But in the event you're not, how about we skip bed and get into trouble instead? I'm in the mood to hunt pigs. Dunno if they have any in the jungle here, so I'll hunt its equivalent. Want in?"
It was typical Mia rambling, the kind that pushed tendencies away rather than fully catering to them.
by Swith Witherward » Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:05 pm
★ Madhouse ★
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Highfort » Tue Sep 22, 2015 2:12 pm
by Tiltjuice » Tue Sep 22, 2015 4:13 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:"Oh? I didn't realize Esma was back," Asli set a long-handled cezve on the burner, added a bit of water, and the sugar and coffee. "Megalith, eh? The thing never stays in one spot long enough for me to hazard the trip."
She watched the coffee slowly sink to the bottom, visually minding it as the water heated. "Some things around here have changed. A few crumbles meant we had to redo some tunnels. The markets have gotten bigger, and the lower prices reflect the influx of competition. The Healer's Guild is calling for more vaccinations to be brought in, still."
Naz grunted in agreement as she dropped a few sweet rolls onto a plate and set it on the table. "We could use those. Well, I can't stay. We have some more to do before we head out."
She lifted her son to her hip again, squatting slightly to plant a kiss on Mathias' cheek. "Take care of yourself. Don't be such a stranger!"
Asli nudged the rising foam with a spoon, gauging the tiny bubbles before deciding to give the mixture a good stir. The aroma rose into the air, filling the kitchen with the promise of a perfectly sweetened beverage. "I suppose you haven't missed the usual politics here. The elders still grumble, the youth is still restless, and everyone bitches about the tithes."
She poured the coffee and foam into small cups. These were set on the table and then Asli removed her apron and pulled up a chair.
She regarded the healer with her bright eyes, appreciating his ability to be at ease in her kitchen even after all these years. It was as though he had never left, at least from Asli's perspective. Forever an enigma, he was nonetheless a welcomed guest. She pulled her hair from her face before resting her elbows on the table. "What about you? What have you done these last five years?"
by Swith Witherward » Tue Sep 22, 2015 7:15 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 Cylarn » Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:10 pm
by Tiltjuice » Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:53 pm
Cylarn wrote:"So, Miss Martilen," Willis began. "I can tell by the state of your clothes and the care that you have given to your appearance, that you're a civilized woman in uncivilized parts. If I had to guess off the top of my head, I'd have to guess that you were a Consort. Am I right, or am I wrong?"
by Cerillium » Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:43 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 Highfort » Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:42 am
by Monfrox » Wed Sep 23, 2015 8:59 am
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 Swith Witherward » Wed Sep 23, 2015 2:18 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 » Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:19 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 Highfort » Thu Sep 24, 2015 1:19 am
by Swith Witherward » Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:00 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 Cerillium » Thu Sep 24, 2015 5:46 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 Tiltjuice » Thu Sep 24, 2015 6:40 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Every-quirky Mathias! Asli suppressed a chuckle as a fond memory or two of his eyeglasses escapades emerged. It was hard to believe so much time has passed, and that he'd done so much during that time while she had accomplished very little other than her work. He was the desert wind that eroded the rock, constantly striving to meet his goals. One couldn't watch the process unless they had patience and time, but the results were manifest in canyons and sculpted rock formations. Mathias had his canyon, and it was filled with... sweet potato jam?
What an enigma, this naturopathic man and his ways. Asli herself wasn't too good with riddles, preferring instead to work her loom or play the bağlama.
"There's something I've always wanted to ask you." The words were hesitant. After all, it was rude to pry. "What is the significance of tubers? Potatoes, sweet potatoes. The jam will be useful to caravans, I imagine, and you'll find a way to pack even more goodness into it. A nutritious food source. But you always had a thing for potatoes. How come?"
'A thing' was putting it mildly. His zeal was seemingly steeped in reverence of something he thought divine. Asli, amused by the notion of a potato cult, smiled as she considered a lifetime singularly dedicated towards worshiping the spud.
by Swith Witherward » Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:37 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 Highfort » Fri Sep 25, 2015 12:29 am
by Cylarn » Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:02 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:-snip-
by Tiltjuice » Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:07 am
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