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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: easy
Wherever Chuck Norris says it is, dammit!
Why is this thread so popular?
Posted on 2008-05-09 at 03:14:21.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: The Emperor's New Clothes
A Pin did that? A Doberman? Jetta didn't quite understand but followed Melina's gaze to the partly open door. Jetta's fingers tightened around the handle of her nailstudded bat in her backpack. If it was in there, it could be alive still, a probably more than a little pissed off. She had no plans on losing a chick of her body in this backwater little burg, no way no how.
The housewife looking for some lost woman left, went back to her van, and Jetta turned back to the injured guy.
Jetta watched him bleed, watched him shamble onward.
"Are you telling me your dog did that? Is it on crack?"
this was too much fo rher. Jetta shook her head, recalling something she had overheard. Some of the Sci majors at the party had been geeking out about some rabies outbreak, and some technoscibabble about molecular virology and whatnot that only the nerdiest understood. Maybe the dog had rabies.
Jetta had no idea, being a city chick, how rabies worked. Maybe when people were bit, she worried, they went all Cujo too. Or mean drunk violent. No, she really didn't want to find out.
"Look, man, you need some help..." she offered weakly, and skated over to the minivan. Maybe the housewife could give her a lift somewhere. After all, it was getting late and she needed a place to crash. And some new threads. The ones she wore wer getting a little ripe, and she couldn't spend all her time in this podunk with wheels on her feet. Too bad all her gear was back on the bus, like her regulation 4wheel skates, and her sneakers...
She pulled up in front of Melina's window and cranked her hand in an unrool the window motion.
"Hey, listen, you know where I can find like a Wal-Mart or something?"
Posted on 2008-05-09 at 03:01:17.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: Time
Dawn broke slowly. As the sliver of sunlight creeped up from the horizon, violet and tangerine and crimson spilled across the twilight, chasing away the darkness. Cool winds blew in from across the wide, endless ocean, billowing the sails and lifting the unruly toussled waves of Evani's hair. She leaned into the wind, glittering olive eyes closed, and allowed herself to exist, as a free woman, as a complete being.
Her life, since that hateful day, belonged to a concept, to the all powerful idea of vengance and retribution. Her gods had long fallen in the face of such consuming and all-powerful rage and loss. Her goddesses had long left her side as she walked the darkening, desperate path to her own brand of justice. The priestess had called her Evani of The Crossroads, knowing full well one day the very crossroads Evanalialaestra Alloranarra would come to would involve the path of her soul.
She had an opportunity here, a chance to live her own life on her own terms. Love or Violence. This was her choice, these were her options. As she stood in the wind, feeling the fine mist swirl in the air and coat her face, she tasted the salt on her lips and wondered what it would be like to let herself live. To let go of the past and forgive herself.
Confusion sent a tingle through her body, and sighed, turned to lean against the side, her ack to the sea. She could not face septimus just now, not till she had sorted through her own conflicted emotions. He was more to her than a concept, more than a legend alive. But the souls of those long dead followed her endlessly, and she felt, for a momen, betrayed by her own heart that she could be so swayed into abandoning her own quest to save the life of a mythic pirate.
Evani could not open this way for him, could not express herself to him about this and so she chose to run, as she always did. Her pack had been left by the bloodstained deck, the crossbow bolt stil against the wall where it had roled. Taking her pack she made her way to her own cabin, forgoing the bunk for the hammock. Pushing off from the wall with her toes, she setled into a gentle swaying and strubbed her lute, singing softly to herself.
Again she thought of Shaben. She hoped he understood that her questions were not meant to challenge his authority, but to help her get as big a picture as possible so she would have enough information to make decisions. Ones that may save lives. Shaben himself was a lifesaver, surely he understood. And though she could leave at any time once they found land again, she owed her life to Shaben. He had saved her life, and she owed him hers till her debt was repaid.
She remained in her cabin for a day and night, and rose the next morning with ravenous hunger and the desire for a long run through a wide green field. Instead she ate the last of her rations, and went topside for some air. Shaben seemed particularly distacted, so she did not approach but kept to the aft deck, practicing her meditative movements, and watching the sea.
((ooc: will edit depending on following posts))
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 01:44:20.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Sorry
While the Lyrans fury boiled at the edges, Cathica Mas'Riat made the wise decision not to laugh. The entire situation had suddenly become inordinately amusing to her, and while she understood it would be iwildly inappropriate to offer so much as a giggle, she maintained a blank, unaffected visage and waited for the giant hairball to stop talking.
"My sincerest appoligies, Sir, " she offered, digging her nails into her skin to keep from smirking. "While I do, of course defer to your impressive title and stature, I should try harder to remember my place."
She remained uncannily still, as if rooted to the spot, still watching him with eerie calm.
"You're right. We all have to die some time. And it doesn't matter if I like you in spite of your shedding or because you're quite possibly as frightening to me as The Founders. But you haven't the faintest idea what I can do, and if I was brought here to fly us through the biggest, toothiest hotspot out there then let me tell you, with all due respect, Sir that it's because I can. And do it damn well, at that."
She dropped her head, slightly, low enough to convey respectful submission, but not enough that she wouldn't see him move. She waited for him to rip into her, verbally or otherwise, because it seemed to please him so.
Her concept of reality had painfully and ironiccaly shifted. Everything she had run from, everything she was still running from, was about to open its waiting, anxious jaws and swallow her whole. It almost made the things she had done to survive seem unimportant and for naught, and when she breathed, she coudl feel only the cold damp air of the prison cell.
They were all going to die.
It was one thing, she felt, to have escaped with Gani, poor broken Gani. After all, the craft she'd stolen was a slip of nothing, a metal filing against the vast resources of the Dominion, a slip of a nothing. It was inconsequential compared to this. This was monumental, this was enormous, and the rality of it chilled her from the inside out. Snarky comments and catty behaviour aside, failure to fly this wreck safely meant lives lost, lives lost because of her.
If only she felt the cowardice Talon insinuated. If only she felt the urge to flee sreaming into the night. No, she was not afraid. Not anymore, After all, she had survived. No, what she felt, if she dared look deep enough inside, was a consuming, smouldering rage that possessed all of her heart, all of her soul, and suspended all rational thoughts, such as fear of sharp claws or the necessity to behave.
For Cathica Mas'Riat, the painful past she had been escaping, in hopes of escaping the blackness inside, was going to eat her alive.
Posted on 2008-05-05 at 22:07:55.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: The Rising
Evani woke with an arm over her, held fast. Carefully, hoping she would not disrupt him, she lifted his arm and slipped from the bunk. In the lowlit cabin, she moved quietly about, searching for her clothing. The tattered remnants of her shirt lay in a heap in the center of the room. While bloodied beyond hope, there was still enough left of it to salvage some cover. Tearing away the stained fabric, she worked at it until satisfied and pulled it over her head.
The newly fashioned blouce left the flat of her abdomen exposed. She found her leggings by the bunk and pulled them on slowly, hissing through her teeth at the discomfort. working her fingers and laces, she dusted off her pants and grabbed up the dagger before slipping from the cabin's quiet.
Evani padded barefoot to the deck, to the fore, and closed her eyes against the wind, leaninging againsr the railing. THe ocean rolled and the ship swayed, and she felt the wind againse her flesh as if for the first time. THis, she had decided, was most decidedly some sort of heaven. This sensation, she believed, was hope.
Ther was hope for them, after all. It was carried on the winds, like a whisper, and in hope lay freedom. It was the energy and peace of hope and freedom she had walked into Sundrash with, and it was with her again.
Whatever happened, she promised herself, se would always remember this feeling.
Posted on 2008-05-04 at 21:59:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Ire
"I'm sorry, you hope I'm not angry? That you've suckered me? Made me to look a fool before the Captian? Oh no, you furry bastard. Not angry in the slightest...only...."
Taking the PADD, brow raised in consideration as she perused it's screen, her head snapped at the mention of the meeting.
"Mind that you remember yourself, Sir she whispered, her mouth mainaining a sharply tight smile that did not extend to her eyes. "I'd hate for us to have a misunderstanding at so soon a juncture in our relationship. That was a vile trick, and lest you'd prefer to pilot this deathtrap yourself, you should retract those little tiny claws."
And suddenly she seemed to realize that the Lyran's dirty trick was the least of her concerns. Understanding seemed to dawn over her, and one could see the painful progression of it pass on her face - the col, controlled facade crumbling, the fire of the concept, and the comprehension of what it meant, how close to the surface it brought her painful past.
"I'm to fly us all through Dominion space, am I..."
She paused, looking at him, head cocked.
And her tone dropped, lost it's tight coldness, an suddenly it was as if Cathica Mas'Riat were remarking on the weather.
"You realize, of course, that we're all going to die."
Posted on 2008-05-04 at 21:00:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Um....
Yeah. Sorry. Still didn't post.
Lost was on. 'Nuff said.
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 11:49:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Har Har!
Don't you have some furniture that needs clawing?  Posting tonight. 
Posted on 2008-05-01 at 12:16:58.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: response
Boredom threatened to kill her slowly, molecule by molecule, cell by cell. The sudden shattering of the window changed her mind, and the screaming...she shuddered, feeling something unnatural lay in that sound, and had instinctively gripped the handle of the studded bat in her bag when the woman stopped the minivan.
Jetta turned her attention from the action reluctantly. Angie? Kaycee? Jetta smiled, feeling touristy. "Lady," she laughed, "I don't know a soul here. But there's a party back there, so maybe she's still playing beer pong or whatever?"
The woman looked too cleancut, too whitebread susburban housewife to be dealing with this crowd, now that windws were spontaneously breaking.
"Wherever she is," Jetta advised, "maybe she has a cellphone? Cause this place seems a little to cinamon schanpps for a Wisteria Lane chick. No offense."
It came out badly, she knew that, but she hoped the underlying tone of kindnes would soften the judgement. Having travelled on the rollerderby circuit for the past few years, she'd seen drugs do some crazy things, and that sound that came though the broken window? That could easily be some cracked out smacked out junkie done some bad bad thing. She also knew that some junkies didn't just stay in one place, they roamed, and went after anything or anyone in their way.
Posted on 2008-04-30 at 08:01:00.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: pg 13
In dreams, she relived moments of disgrace, moments of failure, moments of suffering, and each memory she passed through made her long for shelter. Evani ran her hands along the walls of the catacombs within her mind and prayed that the next face she saw be his, the one to whom she felt bound, but all she passed were scenes in which she'd strayed from the path taught to her in the temple.
She could not wake. Each trick failed, each attempt to rouse herself was met only by whispered laughter from within. Septimus, she sighed, please, please come find me.
On the deck, Evani moaned in her sleep. A thick fog rolled in and the sea calmed. Peace, finally.
She thought of him, imagined Septimus taking her in his arms. Strange, how she had only known him two days yet could envision the whole of her life intertwined with his. How handsome she had thought him when she thought that he was Ben. It made sense now, his question about how much she knew the pirate lord. Had she lied, had she hung on false bravado and claimed to have met him, she would have proven herself unworthy of his trust.
Ah, the pirate lord, with whom she'd fallen in love over many a fire, warmed in chill nights by tales of his daring escapes and debauchery. How strange that she found peace in his touch, and another world within his eyes. How odd that she felt so complete that night in the tavern, as if sitting at his table were the most natural place in the world for her to be.
On the deck of the ship, Evani moaned, and Septimus found her in the fog, held her to him as she woke slowly.
Her eyes found his in the darkness, and she touched his face. "You found me," she whispered. "You found me in the darkness."
Painfully aware of her limitations, she melted into his embrace. She shivered beneath him, trembling at the faint whisper of his fingerstips along her vulernerability. Reaching past her anxious heart, she traced the line and curve of his jaw, brushing his lips, his cheek, and finally pushing a fallen spray of ebon silk, the curtain of his hair, behind his perfect ears.
She could no longer see the knots in the wood panelling, or smell the ocean from the small, dingy window. Her entire world had fallen away and now encompassed only him, herself, and the cool wind blowing across their heated bodies.
He was patient, slow, torturous slow, agonizingly slow. Painstakingly, he outlined the shadows of her flesh with his fingertips until each nerve and thread of self control rang, screaming, through her taut frame. She turned her head, closing her eyes to sensation that crashed in waves against emotion. She felt herself drowing in his desire and gasped for air, yet could find none. His mouth covered hers, his tongue seeking out her primitive needs. Like the figurehead on his beloved ship, she rose upon a wave of desire and pressed herself against him, breaking through the final wall of reservation. her arms encircled him, pulling him down, down. She was an ocean of longing. He groaned as she whimpered, and growled as she sighed, riding her tides and ebbing till she moaned, blissful, enraptured. And in the midst of the satisfying chaos, she heard a single voice, clear among the din, and it was her own.
"If am to die for you, then let it be like this."
Posted on 2008-04-29 at 20:30:15.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: okay
POOF!
You didn't. You died of a vicious fruit-fly attack that devoured your eyeballs first, then tunneled inside and eviscerated you from the inside out. Grugg sent them because he thought you sent him a flea-collar.
I wish I had put someone else's name on the card.
(YAY! MY 300th POST!)
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:58:51.
Edited on 2008-04-28 at 03:00:12 by Glory of Gallifrey
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: delish
Tortoise
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:53:24.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: so very very right you are!
^ Correct
< Conflicted
V Constipated
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:51:30.
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Topic: The Egg Tart Game
Subject: oh
light house
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:45:07.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: and
it spits out a pair of remarkably shiny, black patent leather Manolos from the the future but they catch fire as soon as worn.
I reluctantly feed it David Tennant. VERY reluctantly.
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:40:02.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Pffffffff
Your sister. Who, by the way, borrowed my favorite earrings and never returned them. So i took her car. And then it crashed. In the river. After catching fire. Tell her I'm sorry, won't you?
Where did your sister leave my earrings, anyway?
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:37:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: ah!
No hurry. Very anxious to see Fuzzy's post... Come on Fuzzy! Taking a cat nap?
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:29:35.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: Dreams
The words had no sooner left her lips than oblivion overtook her. Drifting in a black abyss, she was only dimly aware of sound, of motion, and felt more than heard Septimus' confession whispered like a caress against her flesh.
My love, she sighed inside herself, but when her lips parted, only vacant breath escaped. Deeper she drifted into the darkness within, and came upon a memory she longed to forget.
It was only a year since the massacre, and though the muerderous band had broken ranks and scattered, two could be found easily, living like vagabonds in the woods of a distant land. She had come upon them in the night, cold and soaked to the bones by unrelenting storms, and she waited in the dense trees unntil they had fallen asleep.
Evani moved low and quiet, pausing at each snap of branch to see if her approach had come under notice, but nothing happened. Emboldened, she slipped inside the tent and found one man already dead, stabbed through the heart and his possessions taken by the other man. She felt cheated, robbed of retribution, and so stripped herself to the seranade of snoring. Pulling back the blankets from the murderer, she straddled him, naked and shivering. the unanticipated weight woke him quickly, though he warmed to her presence.
Teasing, tempting, she robbed him of self control and at the moment when he was weakest, when he was about to burst with desire and lust, she bent heself backwards skillfully, grabbed the blade from the chest of his slain comrade, and lunged forward, sweeping the blade across his throat.
He convulsed beeath her, blood spray hot against her cold body, and she rose from him slowly, watching his life seep away. Evani poured the contents of his waterskin over her, and dried herself with a spare cloth before dressing in the spare clothing of the dead men. A shirt from one, the pants of another. She laced her boots slowly as nausea hit, and it rolled over her in waves. She shook, suddenly cold from the inside.
As she slipped from the tent, from the forest, she felt the darkness of her deeds carve a hollow place inside her. She had killed cowardly, she had taken a life as brutally and despicably as they had done at the temple, and she would be forever changed.
On the boat, she moaned softly, brow furrowed.
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 01:59:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Indignation
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – outside Captain’s Ready Room – 1831 hours
Mas'Riat smiled as graciously as she could, and nodded at the dismissal. The doors hissed closed she stepped into the hallway, a flurry of dark thoughts spinning madly through her mind.
Why, of all the... that flea-bitten, furry faced, maggot! I'd like to wrap his hide in adhesive and yank his precious mangy ass bare! Toying with me as if I were a simpleton. And falling for it!
The Captain was another thing entirely, and she was suddenly unsure of herself under his demanding eye. Was her feat so daring, so bold, that it would actually impress him? She chided herself for the thought. Cathica Mas'Riat had never needed anyones approval before, so what was so different now?
His scars. While certainly horrifying, they betrayed a deep pain, and were constant reminders of survival. While it should have made her cringe, his disfiguration only served to galvanize her desire to succeed, though she still had no idea what for.
She assumed this mission would take them through dangerous territory, but a nagging sliver of worry gnawed at her. She had never piloted a craft this large before. The skiff she'd stolen was at most four man capacity and this... this was considerably larger.
Her thoughts returned to Talon, and his unkind trick. She considered how to repay him for nearly embarrassing her before the Captain, and decided, when next they had the chance, she would invite him to a little sparring session. For now, she was content to wait, to plot. Her best hope in retalliation was to find out what matterd most to him, and what his weaknesses were. Mas'Riat understood there would be few, and those hard-pressed for her to find, but she would...
Mas'Riat smiled, contemplating.
The Lyran was going to know her unhappiness. And he would be very sorry indeed.
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 01:11:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: LOL
working one up now, my furry friend
Posted on 2008-04-27 at 23:38:13.
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Topic: Lantan Q&A
Subject: well
while we are waiting, i have a bit of wash to throw in and i can work up a filler post. Any interest in an Evani dream post?
Posted on 2008-04-27 at 23:37:18.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: maps up
Go to maps.google.com
type in Herkimer, NY
also, what am i updating? Is anytihng happening around Jetta?
Posted on 2008-04-27 at 23:36:01.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: sorry so short, lots going on
Waves slapped the sides of the ship, batting the vessel playfully. She was moved, positioned, and she did not protest. Eavni settled into Septimus' arms and rested her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest. Shaben's words weighed heavily on her, but she could not remember why. There was something, something she had heard while wandering, but right now she was too tired, too sore, to think. Her blood hurt.
"How long before the call to war? We'll need some time to throw them from our scent or we risk the very lives we intend to save."
Posted on 2008-04-24 at 15:27:48.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: 8th??? THE HORROR!
voted
Posted on 2008-04-24 at 14:34:38.
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Topic: Your Inner D&D Character
Subject: LOL
Chaotic Evil Half-Elf Rogue
(I could have told them i was CE)
Posted on 2008-04-23 at 13:24:41.
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