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Topic: Lantan
Subject: Query
Evani leaned against the casks, staring down at the bloodied deck, and drifted in and out of pain. There were moments that her body felt like a thousand shards of broken glass. She choked on the salt air and gripped the bolt to try again and then Septimus was there.
She barely registered the sting as he slapped her hands away. She was numb to the sharpness of his tone, and could see only the pain in his eyes. Even as she heard him growl, her thoughts disintigrated, and she worried about Shaben, about the mercenary, about the soldiers they left behind. She closed her eyes, feeling agin as if she were buring alive on broken glass, and then suddenly he was there.
Septimus held her a moment, easing the pain that filled her hollow places, and then was gone. The bolt tore through her anew as he removed it and she cried out in agony as it fell to the deck.
He cared for her wounds, stopped the bleeding, and bled anew himself. Her head fell tot he side, and she watched him suffer, feeling every bit responsible for his fresh pain.
"Don't be an ass," she hissed, through teeth clenched with fresh pain. She cringed inwardly at her tone, less gentle than she intended. Evani softened her tone and laughed, though it came out choked and strangled, more like a howling cry. "Don't think for a moment you're going to have all the fun, love."
Yet despite her desire to stand, to fight, she could not move. Fatigue, exhaustion, and stiffness overcame her and she lie upon the deck, staring up into the sky as the sails billowed and furled. Clouds moved above her, and gulls called out in the heavens as they looped and flew.
She watched the mercenary bring Shaben to them, and then Shaben spoke, naturally eloquent despite the ruin.
"Where exactly are we going, Shaben? What are we running from?"
Posted on 2008-04-22 at 21:05:47.
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Topic: Rememberance for my Grandmother
Subject: Huggles
My heart goes out to you. I am very sorry for your loss.
Posted on 2008-04-22 at 00:39:30.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: LOL
^ was too shellfish with the Goldschlagger
< enjoys getting tanked
V knows I made these fish puns on porspoise
Posted on 2008-04-21 at 18:40:47.
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Topic: Lantan Q&A
Subject: Thanks!
Many thanks!
I wanted it a little bloodier, but my muse was busy.
Posted on 2008-04-21 at 16:10:35.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: push
If Shaben responded, she did not hear.
She head nothing, spoke less, and could not find voice had she been able to; the pain was radiating fiercely from the wound, spreading out and around and though her. Vision dipped and swam; she felt the wold tilt and darken and she growled low in her throat, fearsome, feral and terrified, to clear herself.
She saw, though the haze, the mercenary approah and assist. She saw, though her haze, Shaben raise his musket. But she saw nothing to indicate why.
Evani felt helpless to defend. She fumbled with her pistol, strugglled to load it with fingers that trembled and shook. She raised her arms, fighting for breath, fighting to aim, and lowered it again. No, she knew better than blind firing. Too great a chance of hitting one of her allies. She wept frustrated tears at her inablility to help.
And then she heard again. Sound came rushing back in a defening howl, and through the din she heard a thin small voice, and her fingers gripped the hem of Septimus' cloak. Her vision blurred again; the loss of blood was wreaking havok with her body. She pawed through the cloak, growling with disappointment when fold after fold of cloth proved secretless. At last she found it, and she wavered, swaying forward as if about to pitch over.
Evani looked imploringly at the mercenary. "Please, she whispered, and handed him the herbs. She could not help her friend if she could not help herself, and what she had in mind would take all concentration. "Use them on Shaben first."
With tremendous effort, she turned aside so that she was kneeling before the wall of the ship, though she was blocked by a row of large wooden casks. Gripping the bolt with both hands, she leaned against the casks as she pushed on the bolt, forcing it slowly back out of her body.
Evani, howling like a wounded animal, panted and gasped for breath not covered in pain. The weapon moved only an inch or two. Again she pushed and screamed, and hot tears burned tracks down her face. She dared not look, dared not see howl ittle progress she had made, and each time she forced the bolt, the more blood gurgled and oozed from the wound.
Evani lifted her head, closed her eyes, and grit her teeth against the iminent pain. With one last effort, she tried again.
Posted on 2008-04-21 at 14:03:59.
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Topic: Lantan Q&A
Subject: WASN'T HAPPY
REWORKING POST.
Posted on 2008-04-21 at 13:21:21.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: x
Your mom.
Where?
Posted on 2008-04-20 at 23:56:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: LOL
I think i posted at the same time you did! Fortunately, it seems to fit.
Posted on 2008-04-20 at 21:44:39.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: .
An orange is typically black. It's the tiny carnivorous parasites in your retinas that causes you to see it differently.
Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?
Posted on 2008-04-20 at 21:40:49.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: sent and posted!
yay!
Posted on 2008-04-20 at 20:45:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Formidable
Mas'Riat blinked once as she entered with Talon. The man before them was scarred, greatly maligned, and she sighed inwardly thinking of Ganithon, who had also been terribly scarred.
Starfeleet, it seemed to her, was an entrily seperate society, one with its own customs and procedures and rules of engagement. Head high, nearly defiant, she straightened herself and stood, hands behind her back, one hand gripping her unseen wrist tightly.
"My appolgies, Captain," she offered. "I am Lieutenant Cathica Mas'Riat, your most recent accquisition on behalf of Benjamin Sisko, who sends his regards."
She stared, unblinking, into his furious face. "I understand I was to report earlier, and I have no excuse for my lateness. I will accept whatever form of discipline you deem appropriate."
Posted on 2008-04-20 at 19:38:13.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: The Getaway
Evani laughed.
It really was not amusing in the least, and she understood this. Yet as she faced off against her enemies, the tortured bard simply laughed into the face of overwhelming odds.
Life spun, gaining momentum so that all that transpired was simply a blur. She saw, as if oustide of herself, Septimus fall at her feet. She saw the club-wielding lunatic, whom she prayed was on their side, and heard Shaben's feet upon the gangplank to the ship.
Evani sobered a little and stared down at Septimus, who bled unconscious. her breath caught in her through. Surely he had not been killed, not like this. Images of what might have been flooded her hind, causing her to shiver.
And then, curiously, she became angry. Enraged, Livid. furious that something, someone, dear to her might have been taken away again, she groared at the foes before her, startling them with her ferocity and venomus glare. As they hesitated, uncertain, she found strength she had not know and lifted his body. She turned, carrying him, and fled to the ship where she hoped they could find a little peace. As she found footing on the deck of the vessel, her knees buckled.
Evani sank to her knees, releasing her hold on the pirate, and she swayed slightly, as if blown by sinister breezes. The crossbow bolt remained in her side. for a moment, she stared at it, blinking, uncomprehending, before looking up at Shaben, at his bloodied arm. Thoughts of herself vanished.
"Is it bad?" She asked, motioning with a nod to his arm.
Posted on 2008-04-20 at 05:36:26.
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Topic: NEW
Subject: Throwing Spiders
I've given her the books, but we don't get to talk as often as we would like so she often has to wait ages for me.
Posted on 2008-04-19 at 12:48:18.
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Topic: NEW
Subject: NEW
Friend of mine asked me to post a new thing for her since she's new and learning about the site.
Hello, I am new.
Any good beginner games? And if someone could help me roll up characters and teach me how to level them, that would be groovy. Glory has told me many good things about the site and I am anxious to play.
-T
Posted on 2008-04-19 at 12:47:00.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: I can feel it coming in the air tonight...
Jetta Black sighed, arching her back, and swayed to the sounds of music only she could hear. As she rolled her hips, she moved in circles, gliding on black wheels. The bodies, the anonymous hands that grazed her flesh, the nameless mouths that cried out in excitement at the Beer Pong tournament, were a blur to her through half closed eyes.
The air in this place was stifling and heavy, crushing, and she sailed to the left, to the door. This wasn't the party crowd she had hoped when the bus broke down outside of town.
They'd been coming back from an out-of-league invitational, and during the impromtu layover she had decided to explore the local flavor. but while she was gone, the driver managed to correct the issue and rolled off before the coaches could do a final head count. Debbie Dane, whom all the players knew as Bitchlips, had called and asked her how Jetta was getting home.
After a few calls, Jetta was able to convince an old flame to come get her, chancing a six hour drive just for the promise of the satisfying bump and grind. Unfortunately, he wouldn't arrive for a week. since she had no games upcoming, jetta agreed to wait here.
She was regretting every minute.
She pushed back her glossy black long shag hair with a hand that was pale and warm and trembled. Pale green eyes. lined with thick black nearly gothic eyeliner, sparkled. Watching the crowd, searching yet again for a good time. Known in the roller Derby league as Toxic Roxie, Jetta Stone was something of a wonder. As unpredictable as nature itself, she could be sweet and downright charming, sharply and sadistically sexy, or painfully antagonistic. Tonight, she was just plain bored.
Gripping the rail, she hopped up the stairs and skated outside, the breeze billowing her pink and black plaid miniskirt. Her backpack brushed against her torn black fishnet tights. The fresh air was heavenly, and the stars above glittered against a brisk ebon backdrop. Sighing, she slung her pack around and dug in, avoiding the points of her nail studded bat and retrieving a beat up lighter and pack of Marlboro Reds. Lighting one, she took deep drags and leaned against a tree. She blew smoke rings for her own amusement.
It had been two days now, with nothing but pot parties and beer baths, and nobody worth sleeping with.
She hoped like hell something would change.
Posted on 2008-04-18 at 01:30:27.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: Pain and torment
She heard the twang and whistle too late.
The bolt sliced through the air and buried itself in her side, taking away all breath and thought. All that existed for her, in this moment, was pain. Blinding, burning, consuming pain. She sucked in air and stared at the wound, the point extending through her and jutting out only inches above her hip. Already the blood pumped and flowed; she felt the end of it behind her, out of the way from any mortal danger or incapacitation.
Time stopped, eliminating all sound. Evani turned, watching the silent flurry of action around her, and felt a ripple of air spread. turning back to her own fight, she leaned back, crying out. the blade of a sword swung wildly. Had she not leaned, it would have cleaved her in two.
Posted on 2008-04-17 at 23:28:11.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: haha!
Because i removed your eyelids.
Why do we think time in linear?
Posted on 2008-04-17 at 22:50:21.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: Fighting
Evani was the eye of the storm.
She was the moment of calm surrounded by a sea of chaos; gulls called out in warning above, and the deck shook witth thundering reverberations of feet pounding. The sun gleamed off metal swords, reflected back into the skies above. In this moment, as she watched the back of a soldier's head explode from Shaben's shot, she tasted the salt spray on the breeze. In this moment, life moved at a pace that was a fraction of its actuality. In this moment, she sighed deeply, feeling herself tap into the slow motion mayhem surrounding them. And in this stillness, she heard the distinctive twang of a crossbow and the his as it sliced through the air.
The moment passed.
Thought was absent; she became again a creature of instinct and moved, graceful and without trepidation, without hesitation. As she pushed Septimus aside, her slender frame angled left and she raised her weapon. Drawing a line of sight along the length of her arm, she fired at her nearest foe as he closed in on her. The man fell upon the dock in a crumpled heap. He bled, though she could see from the color that it was not life-threatening.
Evani wernched herself from her position and stood defiant against the oncoming onslaught. Salt air cooled the fire of her flesh, the freshness of the wind tarnished by blood and screaming. The pistol was sheathed; she withdrew Septimus' dagger almost lovingly, daringly.
It was the scent of blood in the air, she would later believe, that drove her so mad. She could taste it, feel it on her clothing. The warmth of her olive eyes fell away beneath the weight of the tragic, slavering beast called Bloodlust. And where the light within her heart, a light fostered and nourished by the love of people long dead, should have cooled her heels and stayed her hand, she looked within and saw only darkness. Primitive, passionate, terrifying darkness.
She held the blade ready, the tip pointing outward, at her foes, while her hand hovered, steady, just below the swell of breath and breast.
Let them try, she thought madly, and I will slaughter them all... She spared a thought for Shaben, who had saved her, and for Septimus, who would have saved himself. By the sounds of the melee around her, they were doing admirably, as she expected.
Posted on 2008-04-16 at 21:00:35.
Edited on 2008-04-16 at 22:31:58 by Glory of Gallifrey
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Topic: Lantan Q&A
Subject: Hey!
Chrysta boards the boat? Does that mean Dev is back, or are you bringing her along as we go so she'll be with us when Dev's ready to post?
Posted on 2008-04-16 at 18:50:24.
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Topic: Lantan
Subject: Reflex
Having found them again, she stood beside Septimus, the fingers of her right hand curved around the pistol and the left around his dagger. Shaben stared, still and unmoving, against Septimus and she blinked, looking between the two, wondering at their thoughts.
"Septimus," she whispered, ropping her head slightly, "he is your friend. Think of what you suggest!"
And as Shaben explained, Evani's heart went out to him. She understood he was in an impossible situation, trapped by obligation and self-preservation, and she respected that, while they were not privy to the innermost workings of his mind, he was trying and they need only be patient.
But Septimus was legendary, and would not a man like that have learned to read situations differently? Had there been some sign that she missed that indicated Shaben would betray them all? And to what end? What purpose would it serve to see them all dead? no, Shaben would not betray them. Not right now, at least.
She heard the crunch of dirt and rock behind her as Shaben moved. Turning to face the situation, dropping to one knee as she did, she drew her pistol and aimed along the line of her arm, yet even as her finger applied pressure to the trigger, Shaben's shot dropped the man.
She rose slowly, arm extended, sweeping the area, and caught the looks upon Shaben's and Septimus' face.
"Shaben," she managed. She was at a loss for words at the moment, consumed as she was in making sure the shot had not raised some sort of alarm. "Shaben, remind me to thank you for saving my life, but right now... that shot has probably caught someones attention by now so wherever we need to go I suggest we go there NOW."
Posted on 2008-04-16 at 12:53:00.
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Topic: Rhyming Game
Subject: and
SCREAM
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 16:29:56.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: hmm
fortune cookies...they taste better
moose or squirrel?
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 05:59:38.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: and...
So the boogey man can steal your soul.
Why are taxi-cabs yellow?
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 04:34:53.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Blatantly Obvious Lies
So, I've loved this thread forever everywhere I find it, and I want to share it with my fellow inn-mates. It goes like this. Ask a question. Post a completely eroneous, fabricated, and blatantly obvious Lie for an answer.
EXAMPLE:
Why is the sky blue?
_________________________
Because I ran out of black in my crayon box.
Why do ducks fly south?
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for the cheap margaritas....
ETC. Play on.
Why do we sleep?
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 04:34:18.
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Topic: The Egg Tart Game
Subject: i should be working on my script
night light
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 04:25:15.
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