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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Christmas Angst
Why do we wrap presents and put bows on them, isn't christmas expensive enough without having to pay for something that will just get torn up by the cats and the children and finally thrown away?
*sigh*
And not to mention that once you get that present wrapped and put the bow on it, the bow only serves as a magnet for the cats?
hmmm
Posted on 2008-12-08 at 18:15:44.
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Topic: Some Secrets are Best Left Buried...
Subject: Another Silent Bardic Tale
Once she stepped back she waited to see what the others would say about her suggestion. In the dim light it was hard, but not impossible to see a small smile touch her lips as the group caught on and seemed to support the idea.
Then when Isaac spoke of being as dense as the mist her checks flushed pink and she ducked her head even lower.
Despite the blush and the small smile she said nothing and did not move to make a sign to enlighten the rest of the group to her thoughts. Instead she waited until Isaac had started to move away from them and into the swirling mist. With his back to her she crouched down on the ground, resting only on her feet with her skirt pooled around her, and watched him until he disappeared from sight. Once gone she keeps her eyes moving, looking between the spot he disappeared from, the distant lights, and the surrounding woods.
Her lips move in silence again, one hand rests on her sword, the other on her pendant, and she shivers now and then.
If one could read lips: The snow fell heavily so when he opened the door it flew in the home and settled upon the carpeted floor. His snow caked figure stood large and looming at the threshold of his own home, the cold dagger still held firmly in his grip. Inside a delicate woman cradling a babe in her arms looked up, the soft yellow light from the fireplace playing over her features. Seeing her husband she smiled, but it faltered when she noticed the dagger. Her mouth opened as if to speak, but the words would be stopped by a scream, as the snow on the floor turned red and melted with the heat of blood…
If Isaac calls for help she will rise, unsheathe her sword and go toward where his voice came from. If he returns silent and safe she will again rise and wait to see what he has to report before making any other actions.
Posted on 2008-12-08 at 17:45:12.
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Topic: Who is your favorite superhero?
Subject: My Two Cents
I can honestly say I have read like five comic books my whole life (real super hero comic books that is)... so this opinion is based souly on movies, cartoons, and talking to friends who have read books...
Hellboy. I'm surprised to see no one has mentioned him. I love him, he loves kitties, and he's the reluctant hero type, human to the core, but awesome at the same time... 
As for a villian... I guess Malicifient doesn't work in this catagory does she? Which is unfortunate, she really is the ultimate villian of nearly all time. But I guess if I had to pick a comic book villian... umm... I'll go with the Joker, both Jack and Heath's version are awesome.
M.
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 21:23:24.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Hmm
Where can I get a pom pom crab to keep as a pet?
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 20:12:32.
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Topic: Santa Baby...
Subject: Because they are so Cute!
Xanthias.
Lots and lots of them... just be careful putting your hand in the stocking to get them out
M.
Grr! Returner, you beat me to X! Grrrr... oh well I worked hard to find mine, I'm leaving it up. Someone move us on to Y.
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 20:07:52.
Edited on 2008-12-05 at 20:08:52 by Merideth
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Weird
I did it at my desk like twice while trying to type it out!
M.
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 18:48:24.
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Well...
Hopefully Isaac can figure out what she means. It is kind of fun trying to play a character who pretty much refuses to speak to people.
M.
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 18:29:09.
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Topic: Some Secrets are Best Left Buried...
Subject: Another Idea...
As they had walked Syana had fallen slightly behind, not to the point that she was alone, especially after what had just happened, but enough that she came upon the vision of the lights after several others had already spotted them.
The lights stopped her steps. Her silhouette made quite the image. A silent shape shrouded in darkness, mist swirling up from the hem of her skirt and reaching with delicate fingers toward the clasp on her cloak. Despite the warmth of the night she shivered slightly and had pulled the cloak tightly around her with one hand, while the other rested over the tear in her bodice where the dead had tried to make her their own. Slate colored eyes kept moving, looking for the slightest movement in the coils of mist. The half circle charms around her neck lay atop her cloak, letting off an almost unearthly white glow.
Ahead the lights seemed to offer her solace. Food, shelter, other people and most importantly water. She desperately wanted to rid herself of the sticky dark blood that clung to her clothes, her hair, and buried itself under her fingernails. But it was the people that concerned her. The creatures they had met on the road came from somewhere. Perhaps they had come from the village below, perhaps the whole village was seething with more of them, or perhaps the village had battled them off and now stood ready to attack anything that came near – alive or not. There were so many reasons that going forward to it was a gamble.
She listened as Isaac expressed her thoughts on that issue. In some ways he reminded her of Tharin, her oldest brother, but that was mainly due to his ability to take on a position of leadership, that and his warming smile.
Then, in typical fashion, Aryan spoke up with her own, opposing, thoughts. If Isaac reminded her of Tharin, Aryan reminded her of Jedain, her sister, which was not nearly as favorable a comparison. Beautiful and hot tempered, Jedain did not get along well with Syana typically. But occasionally they could agree, and in this moment Aryan also made good points.
While the village was a gamble, the hillside where they had been attacked not long ago seemed to be a certainty. Those slate eyes moved back and forth between Aryan and Isaac a moment and then she took a deep breath and stepped forward, putting herself into the group more.
She did not like speaking to the whole group, even in signs, so she brought her eyes to Isaacs, and when he made eye contact with she began to make her thoughts clear. She pulled her hands out from her cloak and pointed a finger at him. Quickly moving on she put out one hand with the palm up and walked two of her fingers over the palm slowly. Next she brought a hand up to rest on her brow over her eyes as if sheltering the sun from her eyes. Finally she pointed down toward the lights, then at the ground where the group stood.
For a second she made eye contact with him again, then dropped her eyes to the ground, pulled her hands into her cloak and took a small step back from him and waited to see what the group would do.
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 18:27:34.
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Topic: Failure to thrive
Subject: Skinny Babies
I was a skinny baby. They actually accused my mother of child abuse I was so thin, did all these tests and found that I just had a super high metabolism. I was a pretty healthy child and only in the past ten years have started to have medical issues, I was tested for celiac (I love bread and am very happy that came back negative  ), and they found that I had IBS and probably have for a long time... one of the results is you don't absorb food like normal people, along with other things... I am currently 26, 5'6'', and 115lbs, so I'm still tiny, and smaller than anyone in my family.
I'll keep the little bundle of joy in my happy thoughts, and hopefully it's just something like that.
If it is just something digestive related on a long term basis he'll just want to be more aware of digestive problems than most people his age. I've already gone through two colonoscopies, had a large polyp removed and am due for another scopie in a few months. But I'm still plugging along
M.
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 16:15:43.
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Topic: Holiday Humour
Subject: lol
Thanks indeed...
they try to be so helpful don't they?
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 19:25:45.
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Topic: Scalded Hand
Subject: Ouchies!
But wait... you have a server that brings you tea at work? I gotta get my own friggin tea... lol
Hope the hand heals quickly sir, and of course we will all understand your slow responses.
Maybe you can just burn a move action to heal...?
M.
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 18:44:06.
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Topic: Paranoia
Subject: Following Orders
“I certainly—“ Julianne stopped what was about to be a rip into Oscar’s performance when she saw the Yellow approach, for a second her mouth hung open widely. When the Yellow went about ordering Oscar what to do Julianne remembered that her mouth was open and quickly snapped it shut, immediately forcing it into a wide smile.
"You! Get over here, I have some questions to ask about this... Red you seem to intent to hang around with."
After a very small moment Julianne dropped her eyes to her feet and watched as they took her off the train and back onto the platform. She noted again the bright red splashes under her shoes as she approached the Yellow.
“Yes, certainly! I will be glad to discuss anything you would like, it would be my pleasure and my duty to Friend Computer!” she replied smartly, but in her chest her heart was pounding so loud she could hardly hear her own words.
Posted on 2008-12-02 at 19:16:10.
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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: LOL
Thank goodness it isn't treason to edit posts...
Well I am kind of glad I did change mine, that was fun. And I haven't killed Oscar... yet
M.
Posted on 2008-12-01 at 19:25:11.
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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: Edit?
So then do I need to edit my post?
And we need proof to execute a fellow Red, do we have to provide that proof to a Blue first, or shoot first and provide proof after?
M.
Posted on 2008-12-01 at 18:43:15.
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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: Hey Grugg...
Posted on 2008-12-01 at 17:59:37.
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Topic: Paranoia
Subject: All Aboard!
Julianne watched as Oscar attempted to shoot the traitor in front of them, but the man with the ear buds stood where he was. She sighed and shook her head slightly, then without another moments hesitation she snapped open the holster for her phaser, drew, aimed and fired at Mr. Ear Bud. She caught him just above one of the treasonous ears. Blood flew out in a spray as his body fell to the ground.
Her baby blues looked down at the mess. Noting how the bright red blood stood out in such contrast to the dismally slate gray of the concrete, of how the white cord from the ear buds made a graceful line across his dark blue jumpsuit, except where it had perfectly formed bubbles of blood on its rubbery surface. After surveying her work she turned back to Oscar.
“What happened?”
But the train started to lurch as if to pull away from the station.
“Oh Rats! Come on, we gotta get to Sector 21.”
With one large step she walked over the body of Mr. Ear Bud and with another step she found herself in the train. Holding her arm out to stop the doors from closing she looked at her companions.
“Well, who is coming with? Oscar, if your phaser misfired you should head to Associative Supply Services immediately and get it repaired or replaced. I believe there is an A.S.S. post three blocks from here.”
She threw the members of the party a brilliant smile full of white teeth and sparkling eyes while she waited for them to decide if they were joining her.
Posted on 2008-12-01 at 17:47:25.
Edited on 2008-12-01 at 19:23:50 by Merideth
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Healing
Well Eve's response to the explosion is posted. I really hope someone else is softer in heart to help out the husband guy... Eve is a bit focused on self preservation
M.
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 18:50:10.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: Repairs
The sound of the explosion had settled to a ringing in her ears and the soft crackle of smoldering wood behind her. Slowly she lifted a strand of her garishly red hair from her eyes and lifted her head to look around. Everyone on the platform seemed to be alive, except for maybe the man who had been sitting next to the woman in the wheelchair who lay prone on the platform. That fact seemed amazing. When the first explosion had gone off she was certain that was the end, finally. After everything that had happened she would die in a train wreck. But then she had started to move, grabbing her bag and rushing out of the car onto the platform, and here she was alive.
“So much for keeping a low profile…” she muttered to herself as she looked out over the platform to the twisted remains of the train, but her attention soon focused on more pressing matters.
Pain radiated out of her leg and she sat up to look at it. A large bit of metal poked out of her jeans, already they were turning purple from her blood. She winced slightly, but it would take much more than that to stop her, that she knew from experience. Adjusting herself to get a better look she then pulled her bag closer and began rummaging through it.
Out of her bag she pulled out a t-shirt, this one sporting a faded ‘Mr. Bubble’ logo on the front of it, a plastic bag with a small bar of soap, and a bottle of water. Without even pausing to consider what she was doing she wrapped Mr. Bubble around the end of the metal, gripped it tightly and with a stifled scream yanked it out of her leg. Tears welling up in her eyes, she held up the bloody end of it and stared at the blood dripping down to her hand for a moment before she unwrapped Mr. Bubble and threw the shrapnel off the edge of the platform.
Quickly she pulled the hem of her jeans up to her knee and twists to look at the wound. It is deep, but clean, thankfully. A quick motion removes the cap to the bottle of water and then pours water over the wound, she winces again as the water pours over the exposed flesh. Biting her bottom lip she gets the bar of soap and builds a lather on her hands before applying it to the gash, making a terrible face, but not screaming as she does. Another rinse with the water and then she ties Mr. Bubble tightly around her calf and lowers the pant leg back down.
Stuffing everything back in her bag she takes another look around, half expecting to have heard sirens already, but maybe they haven’t heard yet, and she would use that to her advantage. Slowly, babying her injured leg, she rises, slings the backpack over her shoulder and looks at the others.
“So… I’m not really planning on staying around for someone to come help us. Anyone need anything? Cause if not, I’m getting out of here…”
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 18:46:52.
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Topic: Some Secrets are Best Left Buried...
Subject: "Out Spot!"
Syana dropped to her knees clutching at her bleeding side once all the dead had stopped moving. Her sword, splashed with the already congealed dark blood, fell from her fingers onto the damp ground. The pain from her wound came now, washing over her body like a cold bath. Pulling her hands away from her side she looked at the pale fingers covered with bright red blood, her mouth pulled into a small ‘o’ but no noise came out. Just as the blood had drained from her face leaving her pallid, Shianna was beside her.
She watched with hopeful eyes as Shianna tried to gain the favor of her God in order to heal her. As the bright light was pushed toward her she could feel the warmth of it take the pain. A soft sigh escaped from her as she settled back on her heels in the mud, the color rushed back into her face. The pain was still present, but it was bearable now.
Before Shianna had a chance to rise and help others she reached over and grasped her hand, giving it a small squeeze she offered a soft smile in thanks.
When she moved on Syana pulled a handkerchief out of a pocket in her skirt and attempted to clean the blood off herself, both hers in bright red, and the carrions in sticky black. While she did this she listened to what the others had to say about their situation. She needed rest, and Shianna was right, no village would be likely to let them in this night. The idea of resting here, though, with the slain creatures in such close proximity was disturbing. However, she did need the rest, it would be dangerous to continue to try and move in this fog, and the thought of walking some distance with her wound so fresh did not sound pleasant either.
So when Neri suggested they rest here for the night Syana nodded slightly in agreement and mimed sleep by closing her eyes, cocking her head and putting her hands under her cheek. However, despite her opinion she would do what the group decided, and not complain, which by now her fellow companions expected nothing less from her.
Thus once her opinion was stated she went back to scrubbing at the stains on her person, dismayed that without soap and water there would be no way to get them out, and even with those there would still be some discoloration to her clothing.
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 17:21:24.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Ohh
I got the dumba** trophy at work! My mother would be so proud.
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 16:26:12.
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Baby
No seriously... I wasn't mocking or using sarcasm, I really did appreciate the constructive criticsm. I cannot improve my playing without it... I'm enjoying this game thus far alot and would like to keep it rolling and whatever you can suggest to me to help that out is fine and dandy.
No hurt feelings, no squashed toes, you'll have to try alot harder to offend me I promise
*hugs and cheek kisses to the DM*
M.
PS. I watched 'A Few Good Men' last night and am a military brat, so the 'Yes Sir' was more respectful, and perhaps a bit playful, not intended to be snotty I promise!
Posted on 2008-11-24 at 18:46:02.
Edited on 2008-11-24 at 18:47:56 by Merideth
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Topic: Paranoia
Subject: To Glory Friend Computer
"Oh! Why yes I do think a trip to sector 21 would be in order. I would accompany you there, if that would be pleasant. It seems that your extra eye could be very useful in spotting communists. I think that using their own devious sabatouge against them is delightful! I am Julianne-1-DMAC-R, by the way, such a pleasure to meet you.
So you and I can head to 21 and that gentleman there suggested looking at the computers, which is also a lovely idea, perhaps the rest of you can work on that, unless someone else would like to come with us, or has some other great idea in mind?"
She nearly bubbled over with excitment as she started the plans of what would end in a termination. Just hopefully not hers.
Posted on 2008-11-24 at 18:34:01.
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Yes Sir!
Thanks for keeping blundering little Syana alive past the first encounter for me.
I will work on getting more future info into her posts; this was actually the first combat scene I've ever finished on the forum. So I'll take the constructive criticism.
I'll try to have post up for my wounded lady soon.
M.
Posted on 2008-11-24 at 18:00:56.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Personal Property?
Eve was carrying a bag with her, did that manage to get out, or is she down to the clothing on her back?
Just trying to figure out what she might have handy to do some first aid with
M.
Posted on 2008-11-24 at 17:24:22.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Hmm
He's alot more buff than I would have pictured.
Tall, Dark, Handsome, Mysterious: I'll take one please
M.
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 20:13:03.
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