Kinsfire
Verified {Redacted}
- Location
- New Jersey
Thread drift. And our immense capability to derail ANY thread. *laugh*
Scaling Up
- Thread starter Kryslin
- Start date
Thread drift. And our immense capability to derail ANY thread. *laugh*
you got people talking about Miss Militia's power since she made a non conventional 'weapon' and as usual the conversation turned to the Crockett rocket as an example of how big a boom her power makes
BlazeStryker
<Confirmed Contradiction>
- Location
- Roanoke, VA
- Pronouns
- Him/He/Dude
Hey, at least I was willing to stop at the Fat Man... and Cthonic trauma to poor, poor Dennis!
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You can tell it's Lovecraftian because it has the word cyclopean in it. - Neil Gaiman
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You can tell it's Lovecraftian because it has the word cyclopean in it. - Neil Gaiman
The one thing that absolutely astonishes me about SV and SB, even after all these years, is that they think they can prevent thread drift.
They can't, and never have been able to.
Incorrectly, because she can canonically make a nuclear bomb bigger than she is.
I think that first "murder" should be something else, like maybe "rob."
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
Went with mug. After all that's what it was, a mugging.
Conventions 20 - Winner's Circle
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
Night fell over the east coast of the US on Labor Day of 2011, signaling the unofficial end of Summer and beginning of Autumn.
In the city of Atlanta, the staff of the Westin Peachtree Hotel were recovering from one of the most exciting Dragon*Cons they'd had in a long, long time. It helped that the owner had been present for the hostilities, was generous with compensatory leave and medical, and had authorized double-time for the cleanup and repairs.
As such, Dragon had no trouble getting everyone in to help with the work, and had even lined up loads of repair and cleaning materials. While she didn't directly help with the work, she did manage to make sure no one was lacking the materials they needed to do their jobs. Which included food and drink.
Yes, this would eat into her funds. She'd recover the amount spent in short order from the hotel's normal operations. However, that didn't prevent her from having some work of her own to do.
"I hope your stay this weekend wasn't too exciting," she said to the pair in front of her. "I will say you both look much better than you did when you arrived."
Anne leaned back in her chair, enjoying some Irish whiskey in moderation. "Exciting would hardly be the word I'd use for it," she admitted, "but in my nearly sixty years of writing, I can't for the life of me figure out what else to call it." She took a sip of her drink. "It's been a long time since I've been able to enjoy this."
Gigi nodded, enjoying her own cocktail. "I'd have to agree with my mother. Still, exciting is probably the best word to describe the con. Also wonderful. After all, we got to meet a dragon!" she enthused. "Not much can top that."
"Though the Royal treatment aboard one of Her Majesty's ships comes a close second," Anne admitted.
Dragon laughed. "I can see where that would be a close second. Anyway, your transport to Charleston will be leaving mid-morning tomorrow, though Captain Williams tells me that she won't be sailing for a couple of days. I've taken the liberty of reserving a room at the Francis Marion Hotel for you."
"Ah, yes, taking advantage of your part ownership of Westin Hotels, are we?" Anne snarked.
"It's good to be the boss," Dragon replied with a smile. "Fortunately, it's close to the cruise port terminal where Captain Williams will pick you up. The hotel has a shuttle bus to the port terminal, so things shouldn't be too hectic."
"Yes, I'd appreciate that," Anne said before finishing off her whiskey. "I could do with some less hectic activities after this weekend."
"Still," Gigi mused, "this one will be remembered for a long, long time."
"The year Dragon*Con took its name literally!"
"So what do we have here?" Tia mused as she looked at the young red dragon in front of her. "Looks like Garyx," she said, then took a sniff. "Smells like Garyx, but he isn't."
The flame-like apparition of Garyx appeared. "Hello, Tiamat."
"Ah yes, now that is my little brother," Tia noted. "Or rather what's left of him. Still regaining strength, I see."
"Yes, I am," Garyx admitted. "My lack of forethought appears to have caused a small problem."
"That is usually the case," Tia chided him. "Fortunately, this time you seem to have erred on the side of caution." Tia turned to look at Greg. "Hmm. You appear to be a healthy young male red dragon, perhaps seventy-five years of age. However, you were once human, much like Naurelin was. I'm going to guess male, mid-teens."
Miss Militia pulled up outside the boathouse, her Harley having a very distinct sound. As she entered, she said, "Sorry about being late. We had something very unusual happen. A stampede of animated stuffed penguins appeared from a portal, charged down the boardwalk, and disappeared through another portal a couple of blocks later.
"Anyway, Mr. Veder here was the victim of a murder attempt. Garyx aided him the only way he could have, we've been told. We're wondering what options he has going forward."
Tia nodded. "I'm going to guess that staying like this full time isn't preferred?"
"I'd really like to be able to switch between this and a human form," Greg admitted. "A healthier version of my original, if possible. Going back to just being human would be my second choice, but that sounds like it'd do something nasty to Garyx. Staying like this is a last resort, since it means a whole lot of problems for a lot of people."
"I see," Tia said, frowning. "I could grant you the ability to shapeshift, true, but a bargain between the two of us wouldn't be desirable. It involves payment in the future, usually of something very precious to you. Usually your immortal soul, spirit, or hoard." Tia sighed. "And because you're joined like this, it would have to come from both of you. I am trying to be not-evil; there are just some things I haven't figured out yet. Even my brother would require some period of service for such a gift."
"Ms. Moore suggested something called a Ring of Changes," Miss Militia stated.
"Yes, yes, I was just getting to that," Tia said a bit testily. "That would be the way to go. Unfortunately, we are dragons, so I cannot simply give you one. That doesn't mean we can't make other arrangements." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think my little brother should pay for it, though."
"If I must, I must," the apparition muttered. "What is it you need?"
She told him.
"There is but one small problem with that," Garyx said. "I lack the power to return to my lair in Pandesmos, and my lair in Pazunia has long since been sacked by the demons that roam there."
Before Miss Militia could say anything, Tia spoke. "Those places do not exist in this world," she explained, "but are realms unto themselves. Pandesmos is counted among the realms of Pandemonium, and Pazunia is the topmost layer of the Abyss. Neither are places to travel to without good reason. They are very dangerous, even for beings like myself."
"Wait, wait, wait," Greg interrupted. "So, his payment for this ring, or the making of it, is to descend to either the ass-end of the outer planes that shits demons or the part where everything goes bat shit insane because that's where he keeps his cash?"
"Succinctly put," Garyx noted. "However, most would say that I am already insane, so may be immune to the effect that Pandesmos has on nearly every being in existence."
"Yeah, but do I have a snowball's chance?"
"Well… Hmm. Point."
"What other options do we have?" Greg asked.
"Well, there are a couple other options," Tia stated. "I do have several of the aforementioned rings. I mentioned selling your soul already. You could attempt to sneak into my lair and steal it, at which point I'd have to do the traditional thing and thrash you soundly for your impudence.
"Another, far less dangerous method would be to make your own. Naurelin, I believe, has what you'd call 'The Recipe' for it, but not the materials."
"Aw, great," Greg groused. "I get to confront my sordid and creepy past."
"Should I get Naurelin out here?" Miss Militia asked. "She just got back to Brockton Bay, and wouldn't make it out here until tomorrow afternoon."
"Might as well," Greg growled. "I don't see how this could get any worse."
"You shouldn't say such things, my young friend," Garyx chided. "It can always get worse."
"Story of my life," Greg rumbled.
Tuesday brought with it the expected return to classes. Conversations were focused on the goings on in Georgia, specifically the mess made at the convention. People were wondering who would be stupid enough to attempt such an ill-conceived attack in an area where you had embassies, the largest police precinct in the state, and enough media coverage to make sure that your deeds will be held up as an example to future generations of what not to do?
Apparently, the membership of Humanity First.
A Ward being a target of the attack meant the Triumvirate were involved. Eidolon in particular was expressing his displeasure in a rather forceful manner, while Legend was a little more precise in his. Alexandria, in contrast, was rather subdued, mostly being seen coordinating the various groups involved.
Panacea also being a target of the attack had caused an even larger response. Overnight, criminal organizations leveraged their resources and began taking apart the HF groups operating in their area. Villains were a little more direct. Alleged members of the group were running for (not from) law enforcement across the country, ready to confess to any number of crimes they'd committed if it meant that they'd be safe from the Villains who reportedly wanted them very, very dead.
When interviewed by intrepid reporters, said Villains would state that they merely expressed their displeasure with the local cells, and let the terrorists' imaginations do the rest. Or they'd given a brief demonstration of what they might do, not giving two figs about such things as the law. The fact that many of these capes were baseline human in appearance drove home the fact that they, Humanity First, did not represent humanity.
And gossip and rumor were once again proving to be part of a growing teenager's healthy diet.
"Hey, Taylor," Natalie said as they walked toward their homeroom. "Have fun over the weekend?"
"Surprisingly, yes," Taylor answered. "However, I'm not likely to repeat the experience any time soon. I hope."
"There were a few Naurelin sightings outside the convention in Atlanta," Natalie continued. "Some excellent footage taken by CNN of her spearing two trucks to the street."
"Wouldn't know anything about that," Taylor answered.
"Of course," Natalie answered. "And in local news, we had another dragon appear in town."
Taylor sighed. "Must you?"
"Yes, I must," Natalie (aka Naichi) replied quietly. "After all, I've been stuck with Silmë, whose adjustment to 'normal' life around here has been… Hmm. Strange. That's the word for it."
Taylor was jostled as someone bumped into her.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry," a rather emotionally flat voice apologized.
"It's OK," Taylor answered. "I'm Taylor, and this is Natalie." The person who had bumped into her was Melissa, better known to Brockton Bay as Vista, but until now the three had not officially met out of costume.
"Melissa," the girl answered. "I'd better get moving," she said after the five minute warning went off.
"Catch you at lunch?"
Melissa gave Taylor a slight smile. "Sure."
Lunch couldn't come soon enough for Taylor. Sure, she wasn't being pestered with questions like Amy and Vicky were, but she was getting awfully tired of hearing "Did Naurelin… " in the hallways, and being a discussion topic in her Parahuman Studies class.
Things finally came to a head at lunch.
"I'm going to say this once," Amy announced to the crowd around her. "The next person who asks me a question about my Labor Day weekend gets punched."
There was absolute silence at that pronouncement, followed by those closest to her to begin backing slowly away. At that point a couple of teachers stepped in and began taking control of the situation.
"Can she really get away with that?" Natalie asked.
"Easily, if everyone believes she's willing to make good on the threat and backs off," Dennis answered. "The warning gets a pass; she'd have to take a swing before it's against the rules. The fear is that she won't have to hit you as hard as her sister to make it hurt."
Chris nodded. "No one wants to find that out. Besides, if the teachers decide she was being harassed? She could get off with just a warning even if she lays someone out."
"Can I sit here?" Melissa had walked up to the table.
"Hey, Melissa," Taylor answered. "Is there going to be a problem guys?"
"No problems here," Vicky chimed in.
"No objections here," Dennis answered, with nods from Carlos and Dean.
"Finally, someone sensible," Amy grumbled as she sat back down. "Hi, I'm Amy, this is Vicky." Vicky mumbled something affirmative around a mouthful of salad.
"Melissa Byron," Melissa said as she sat down herself. "Got a late start to school because of an accident."
"Hopefully, you're enjoying Arcadia," Taylor said after swallowing the bite she took out of her chicken wrap.
"It's a little bit stressful," Melissa admitted, "but I'm coping. Kinda glad to get out of the house and back to something normal."
"I don't think Brockton Bay does normal," Dennis quipped.
"The inhabitants of this city wouldn't know normal even if it came up and bit them," Carlos muttered before continuing to eat his lunch.
"So, introductions," said Taylor…
The day rolled into the afternoon. Greg was managing to snooze a bit while he waited for Naurelin and Miss Militia to make an appearance. He'd noticed he had a couple of watchers in the old office block of the boathouse, a couple of kobolds who were simply keeping an eye on him and occasionally reporting to someone via smartphones that looked comically large in their small hands.
The door to the boathouse opened. Silhouetted against the daylight was Naurelin's tall human form, along with Miss Militia and Tiamat.
Naurelin took one look at Greg, and sighed. "If someone would fill me in, we can find out what I need to do to help."
In the city of Atlanta, the staff of the Westin Peachtree Hotel were recovering from one of the most exciting Dragon*Cons they'd had in a long, long time. It helped that the owner had been present for the hostilities, was generous with compensatory leave and medical, and had authorized double-time for the cleanup and repairs.
As such, Dragon had no trouble getting everyone in to help with the work, and had even lined up loads of repair and cleaning materials. While she didn't directly help with the work, she did manage to make sure no one was lacking the materials they needed to do their jobs. Which included food and drink.
Yes, this would eat into her funds. She'd recover the amount spent in short order from the hotel's normal operations. However, that didn't prevent her from having some work of her own to do.
"I hope your stay this weekend wasn't too exciting," she said to the pair in front of her. "I will say you both look much better than you did when you arrived."
Anne leaned back in her chair, enjoying some Irish whiskey in moderation. "Exciting would hardly be the word I'd use for it," she admitted, "but in my nearly sixty years of writing, I can't for the life of me figure out what else to call it." She took a sip of her drink. "It's been a long time since I've been able to enjoy this."
Gigi nodded, enjoying her own cocktail. "I'd have to agree with my mother. Still, exciting is probably the best word to describe the con. Also wonderful. After all, we got to meet a dragon!" she enthused. "Not much can top that."
"Though the Royal treatment aboard one of Her Majesty's ships comes a close second," Anne admitted.
Dragon laughed. "I can see where that would be a close second. Anyway, your transport to Charleston will be leaving mid-morning tomorrow, though Captain Williams tells me that she won't be sailing for a couple of days. I've taken the liberty of reserving a room at the Francis Marion Hotel for you."
"Ah, yes, taking advantage of your part ownership of Westin Hotels, are we?" Anne snarked.
"It's good to be the boss," Dragon replied with a smile. "Fortunately, it's close to the cruise port terminal where Captain Williams will pick you up. The hotel has a shuttle bus to the port terminal, so things shouldn't be too hectic."
"Yes, I'd appreciate that," Anne said before finishing off her whiskey. "I could do with some less hectic activities after this weekend."
"Still," Gigi mused, "this one will be remembered for a long, long time."
"The year Dragon*Con took its name literally!"
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"So what do we have here?" Tia mused as she looked at the young red dragon in front of her. "Looks like Garyx," she said, then took a sniff. "Smells like Garyx, but he isn't."
The flame-like apparition of Garyx appeared. "Hello, Tiamat."
"Ah yes, now that is my little brother," Tia noted. "Or rather what's left of him. Still regaining strength, I see."
"Yes, I am," Garyx admitted. "My lack of forethought appears to have caused a small problem."
"That is usually the case," Tia chided him. "Fortunately, this time you seem to have erred on the side of caution." Tia turned to look at Greg. "Hmm. You appear to be a healthy young male red dragon, perhaps seventy-five years of age. However, you were once human, much like Naurelin was. I'm going to guess male, mid-teens."
Miss Militia pulled up outside the boathouse, her Harley having a very distinct sound. As she entered, she said, "Sorry about being late. We had something very unusual happen. A stampede of animated stuffed penguins appeared from a portal, charged down the boardwalk, and disappeared through another portal a couple of blocks later.
"Anyway, Mr. Veder here was the victim of a murder attempt. Garyx aided him the only way he could have, we've been told. We're wondering what options he has going forward."
Tia nodded. "I'm going to guess that staying like this full time isn't preferred?"
"I'd really like to be able to switch between this and a human form," Greg admitted. "A healthier version of my original, if possible. Going back to just being human would be my second choice, but that sounds like it'd do something nasty to Garyx. Staying like this is a last resort, since it means a whole lot of problems for a lot of people."
"I see," Tia said, frowning. "I could grant you the ability to shapeshift, true, but a bargain between the two of us wouldn't be desirable. It involves payment in the future, usually of something very precious to you. Usually your immortal soul, spirit, or hoard." Tia sighed. "And because you're joined like this, it would have to come from both of you. I am trying to be not-evil; there are just some things I haven't figured out yet. Even my brother would require some period of service for such a gift."
"Ms. Moore suggested something called a Ring of Changes," Miss Militia stated.
"Yes, yes, I was just getting to that," Tia said a bit testily. "That would be the way to go. Unfortunately, we are dragons, so I cannot simply give you one. That doesn't mean we can't make other arrangements." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think my little brother should pay for it, though."
"If I must, I must," the apparition muttered. "What is it you need?"
She told him.
"There is but one small problem with that," Garyx said. "I lack the power to return to my lair in Pandesmos, and my lair in Pazunia has long since been sacked by the demons that roam there."
Before Miss Militia could say anything, Tia spoke. "Those places do not exist in this world," she explained, "but are realms unto themselves. Pandesmos is counted among the realms of Pandemonium, and Pazunia is the topmost layer of the Abyss. Neither are places to travel to without good reason. They are very dangerous, even for beings like myself."
"Wait, wait, wait," Greg interrupted. "So, his payment for this ring, or the making of it, is to descend to either the ass-end of the outer planes that shits demons or the part where everything goes bat shit insane because that's where he keeps his cash?"
"Succinctly put," Garyx noted. "However, most would say that I am already insane, so may be immune to the effect that Pandesmos has on nearly every being in existence."
"Yeah, but do I have a snowball's chance?"
"Well… Hmm. Point."
"What other options do we have?" Greg asked.
"Well, there are a couple other options," Tia stated. "I do have several of the aforementioned rings. I mentioned selling your soul already. You could attempt to sneak into my lair and steal it, at which point I'd have to do the traditional thing and thrash you soundly for your impudence.
"Another, far less dangerous method would be to make your own. Naurelin, I believe, has what you'd call 'The Recipe' for it, but not the materials."
"Aw, great," Greg groused. "I get to confront my sordid and creepy past."
"Should I get Naurelin out here?" Miss Militia asked. "She just got back to Brockton Bay, and wouldn't make it out here until tomorrow afternoon."
"Might as well," Greg growled. "I don't see how this could get any worse."
"You shouldn't say such things, my young friend," Garyx chided. "It can always get worse."
"Story of my life," Greg rumbled.
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Tuesday brought with it the expected return to classes. Conversations were focused on the goings on in Georgia, specifically the mess made at the convention. People were wondering who would be stupid enough to attempt such an ill-conceived attack in an area where you had embassies, the largest police precinct in the state, and enough media coverage to make sure that your deeds will be held up as an example to future generations of what not to do?
Apparently, the membership of Humanity First.
A Ward being a target of the attack meant the Triumvirate were involved. Eidolon in particular was expressing his displeasure in a rather forceful manner, while Legend was a little more precise in his. Alexandria, in contrast, was rather subdued, mostly being seen coordinating the various groups involved.
Panacea also being a target of the attack had caused an even larger response. Overnight, criminal organizations leveraged their resources and began taking apart the HF groups operating in their area. Villains were a little more direct. Alleged members of the group were running for (not from) law enforcement across the country, ready to confess to any number of crimes they'd committed if it meant that they'd be safe from the Villains who reportedly wanted them very, very dead.
When interviewed by intrepid reporters, said Villains would state that they merely expressed their displeasure with the local cells, and let the terrorists' imaginations do the rest. Or they'd given a brief demonstration of what they might do, not giving two figs about such things as the law. The fact that many of these capes were baseline human in appearance drove home the fact that they, Humanity First, did not represent humanity.
And gossip and rumor were once again proving to be part of a growing teenager's healthy diet.
"Hey, Taylor," Natalie said as they walked toward their homeroom. "Have fun over the weekend?"
"Surprisingly, yes," Taylor answered. "However, I'm not likely to repeat the experience any time soon. I hope."
"There were a few Naurelin sightings outside the convention in Atlanta," Natalie continued. "Some excellent footage taken by CNN of her spearing two trucks to the street."
"Wouldn't know anything about that," Taylor answered.
"Of course," Natalie answered. "And in local news, we had another dragon appear in town."
Taylor sighed. "Must you?"
"Yes, I must," Natalie (aka Naichi) replied quietly. "After all, I've been stuck with Silmë, whose adjustment to 'normal' life around here has been… Hmm. Strange. That's the word for it."
Taylor was jostled as someone bumped into her.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry," a rather emotionally flat voice apologized.
"It's OK," Taylor answered. "I'm Taylor, and this is Natalie." The person who had bumped into her was Melissa, better known to Brockton Bay as Vista, but until now the three had not officially met out of costume.
"Melissa," the girl answered. "I'd better get moving," she said after the five minute warning went off.
"Catch you at lunch?"
Melissa gave Taylor a slight smile. "Sure."
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Lunch couldn't come soon enough for Taylor. Sure, she wasn't being pestered with questions like Amy and Vicky were, but she was getting awfully tired of hearing "Did Naurelin… " in the hallways, and being a discussion topic in her Parahuman Studies class.
Things finally came to a head at lunch.
"I'm going to say this once," Amy announced to the crowd around her. "The next person who asks me a question about my Labor Day weekend gets punched."
There was absolute silence at that pronouncement, followed by those closest to her to begin backing slowly away. At that point a couple of teachers stepped in and began taking control of the situation.
"Can she really get away with that?" Natalie asked.
"Easily, if everyone believes she's willing to make good on the threat and backs off," Dennis answered. "The warning gets a pass; she'd have to take a swing before it's against the rules. The fear is that she won't have to hit you as hard as her sister to make it hurt."
Chris nodded. "No one wants to find that out. Besides, if the teachers decide she was being harassed? She could get off with just a warning even if she lays someone out."
"Can I sit here?" Melissa had walked up to the table.
"Hey, Melissa," Taylor answered. "Is there going to be a problem guys?"
"No problems here," Vicky chimed in.
"No objections here," Dennis answered, with nods from Carlos and Dean.
"Finally, someone sensible," Amy grumbled as she sat back down. "Hi, I'm Amy, this is Vicky." Vicky mumbled something affirmative around a mouthful of salad.
"Melissa Byron," Melissa said as she sat down herself. "Got a late start to school because of an accident."
"Hopefully, you're enjoying Arcadia," Taylor said after swallowing the bite she took out of her chicken wrap.
"It's a little bit stressful," Melissa admitted, "but I'm coping. Kinda glad to get out of the house and back to something normal."
"I don't think Brockton Bay does normal," Dennis quipped.
"The inhabitants of this city wouldn't know normal even if it came up and bit them," Carlos muttered before continuing to eat his lunch.
"So, introductions," said Taylor…
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The day rolled into the afternoon. Greg was managing to snooze a bit while he waited for Naurelin and Miss Militia to make an appearance. He'd noticed he had a couple of watchers in the old office block of the boathouse, a couple of kobolds who were simply keeping an eye on him and occasionally reporting to someone via smartphones that looked comically large in their small hands.
The door to the boathouse opened. Silhouetted against the daylight was Naurelin's tall human form, along with Miss Militia and Tiamat.
Naurelin took one look at Greg, and sighed. "If someone would fill me in, we can find out what I need to do to help."
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- Pronouns
- They/Any
Garyx's dialogue here is missing his text color.
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
As a person who has just recently played through Chants of Sennaar, I say you are not speaking like Yoda, but like the Bards.
YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
A word of advice: A new IP is crossing over in the CTC chapter.
Whatever you do, don't bring up the opposite of tall.
It is an alternate IP though. As in one that we would be familiar with, but there have been changes to that version.
Rajvik_wolfboy
Wolf amongst the stars.
- Location
- Florida
A word of advice: A new IP is crossing over in the CTC chapter.
Whatever you do, don't bring up the opposite of tall.
This so tempts me unleash some squirrelly wrath, but i won't, it would be a serious derail
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
Ah, so you're an alchemist then? *giggling destroyer leader returns to playing Skyrim*A word of advice: A new IP is crossing over in the CTC chapter.
Whatever you do, don't bring up the opposite of tall.
Wordz you have posted.
Appreciated you are.
Yoda style talking is catching!
Shouldn't that last line be, "Catching, Yoda style talking is!"?
"Posted wordz, you have."Shouldn't that last line be, "Catching, Yoda style talking is!"?
Proper first line it is.
Jadesteele
Out of my Mind - Back in 5 Minutes
- Location
- half-way between 'Crazy' And 'Eccentric'
Completely off topic but prompted by the fact that the festival is in full swing in Neverwinter, we know that some of the Fearun gods other then the dragon ones are looking at (and interacting) with Taylor's home earth. Does that include the like of either Lliera or Mask - especially the latter (i have a mental image of some poor villainous meta going to his safe and opening it, only to find that his stash of gems has been switched out for Liars' night Candy)
also, did anyone else get a double-notification regarding this chappi, or just me?
also, did anyone else get a double-notification regarding this chappi, or just me?
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Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
I wouldn't know about the double notification thing. However...
It probably went out twice because I forgot to threadmark it the first time.
So, you get one for the 2.2K word post, and then another for the threadmark.
*EDIT* We've also hit the 500K word milestone! ~yay!~
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- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
Once you start down the silly path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you, it will, just like @mp3.1415player 's apprentice!
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
You know, what this needs to keep the crack going for just a moment longer, is some brave - stupid, but brave - soul, whom already KNOWS who & what Tiamat is, starts flirting with her human avatar.
Repeatedly.
And, to his credit, isn't actually making a fool of himself.
Yet.
The Kobolds instantly ransack his condo, but cannot find a single lute, lyre, guitar, or other stringed instrument, drum set, woodwind, brass, keys, or even a synthesizer/editting program. So are completely stumped.
Repeatedly.
And, to his credit, isn't actually making a fool of himself.
Yet.
The Kobolds instantly ransack his condo, but cannot find a single lute, lyre, guitar, or other stringed instrument, drum set, woodwind, brass, keys, or even a synthesizer/editting program. So are completely stumped.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
And then it turns out he's part of an a cappella group. Because that just makes it funnier.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
"So the name that you go by online is 'Smooth McGroove'??"
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
I seem to recall a situation exactly like this in Mauling Snarks, although I can't remember off the top of my head if it was Amy or Taylor making the threat.
Also, still looking for the 'Hug the new student' sign-up sheet.