Canada Lover Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 Just now, SmilingPanda19 said: “I DIDNT ASK OKAY?!” He screams, he quickly covers his mouth with his hand and rolls back under the ship. ”Just leave me alone.” "Are you lonely? You shouldn't be lonely. You need friends! Not that I can say much about having friends. Do you want to be friends?" Quote Lol, she just wants to talk.
SmilingPanda19 Any! Posted November 17, 2023 Author Posted November 17, 2023 Just now, Canada Lover said: "Are you lonely? You shouldn't be lonely. You need friends! Not that I can say much about having friends. Do you want to be friends?" Quote He doesn’t really want to talk… I’d scram if I were you. (We have something going on in a sec tho so please-) He stays silent, just trembling as he paints.
Canada Lover Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 (edited) 1 minute ago, SmilingPanda19 said: He stays silent, just trembling as he paints. Quote She just wanted to be Jock's friend. "See, no one likes me." Nova was very sad. Jock could hear it in her voice. She slowly began to walk away. Edited November 17, 2023 by Canada Lover
SymphonianBookworm she/her Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 (edited) After Aria docked her ship, she stepped out of her cockpit, taking off her helmet and letting her hair fall from the tight bun she had placed it in. It fell at about her waist. There was something in her smile—and she was always smiling—that spoke measures about her. The curve of her lips shouted, I know I am pretty! You cannot tell me otherwise. And she was pretty, though not for her skin, nor her hair—it was her eyes, alight with mirth! Dancing to an unspoken tune no one else seemed to hear. Her eyes, made of liquid ivory and glass, reflective and see-through and strange and lovely all at once. She was also quite bored, so she made her way to the one place she could get a laugh out of: Jock. She found him talking---or rather, arguing---with another person. She made sure to smile widely as she approached them. "How are you both doing on this wonderful day?" Edited November 17, 2023 by SymphonianBookworm help not my 50 typos...
Canada Lover Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 (edited) 7 hours ago, SymphonianBookworm said: After Aria docked her ship, she stepped out of her cockpit, taking off her helmet and letting her hair fall from the tight bun she had placed it in, letting it fall about her waist. There was something in her smile—and she was always smiling—that spoke measures about her. The curve of her lips shouted, I know I am pretty! You cannot tell me otherwise. And she was pretty, though not for her skin, nor her hair—it was her eyes, alight with mirth! Dancing to an unspoken tune no one else seemed to hear. Her eyes, made of liquid ivory and glass, reflective and see-through and strange and lovely all at once. She was also quite bored, so she made her way to the one place she could get a laugh out of: Jock. She found him talking---or rather, arguing---with another person. She made sure to smile widely as she approached them. "How are you both doing on this wonderful day?" Nova did not look up as she quickened her pace, a few tears coming down her face. Quote I rhymed! But I have to go now, bye! Edited November 17, 2023 by Canada Lover
SymphonianBookworm she/her Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 Aria blinked. She opened her mouth to say something, before closing it once more. She could only watch as Nova walked away. She pressed her lips together. "I've always been bad at this part," she murmured to herself, her brow furrowing. She turned back to Jock. "Did you make her cry?"
SmilingPanda19 Any! Posted November 17, 2023 Author Posted November 17, 2023 (edited) 3 minutes ago, SymphonianBookworm said: After Aria docked her ship, she stepped out of her cockpit, taking off her helmet and letting her hair fall from the tight bun she had placed it in. It fell at about her waist. There was something in her smile—and she was always smiling—that spoke measures about her. The curve of her lips shouted, I know I am pretty! You cannot tell me otherwise. And she was pretty, though not for her skin, nor her hair—it was her eyes, alight with mirth! Dancing to an unspoken tune no one else seemed to hear. Her eyes, made of liquid ivory and glass, reflective and see-through and strange and lovely all at once. She was also quite bored, so she made her way to the one place she could get a laugh out of: Jock. She found him talking---or rather, arguing---with another person. She made sure to smile widely as she approached them. "How are you both doing on this wonderful day?" He just sits on his back under his ship. He lays back on his skateboard. The only thing you can see is his waist down and a few paint cans. He doesn’t speak for a long moment, a shared silence. His voice is a little breathy when he speaks, deeper, weaker. It was as if it flowed with the wind. It was hard to hear. ”What does it matter?” Edited November 17, 2023 by SmilingPanda19
SymphonianBookworm she/her Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 (edited) 9 hours ago, SmilingPanda19 said: He just sits on his back under his ship. He lays back on his skateboard. The only thing you can see is his waist down and a few paint cans. He doesn’t speak for a long moment, a shared silence. His voice is a little breathy when he speaks, deeper, weaker. It was as if it flowed with the wind. It was hard to hear. ”What now?” "I came to make fun of you, but it feels like you're doing that enough in your head!" Aria replied brightly---too brightly---as she examined the paint cans. She stepped back, groaning. "Look, if you're not going to be rude to me this isn't as much fun." She sighed. "What are you painting?" Aria asked with a very obvious subject change. Edited November 17, 2023 by SymphonianBookworm
SmilingPanda19 Any! Posted November 17, 2023 Author Posted November 17, 2023 Just now, SymphonianBookworm said: "I came to make fun of you, but it feels like you're doing that enough in your head!" Aria replied brightly---too brightly---as she examined the pain cans. She stepped back, groaning. "Look, if you're not going to be rude to me this isn't as much fun." She sighed. "What are you painting?" Aria asked with a very obvious subject change. “Stuff.” He mumbles, swishing his paint brush in the light of the flashlight. ”Colorful stuff.” He mumbles. He seems absent, lost in his own head.
SymphonianBookworm she/her Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 Just now, SmilingPanda19 said: “Stuff.” He mumbles, swishing his paint brush in the light of the flashlight. ”Colorful stuff.” He mumbles. He seems absent, lost in his own head. "That's what people tell me when I insult them," Aria replied with a straight face. "Yep, some very colorful things. Hopefully the paint won't have as much negative connotation." There was a pause. "Fine. I know I'm not good at making conversation when I'm not being mean."
Lotus Blossom she/her Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 Junior watched as Aria's aircraft docked. He sighed. "Out of air and docking, Lord." He smoothly brought his poco down onto the ground and docked it. He sat there in the cockpit for a moment, then took off his helmet. Junior. He laughed bitterly. At least he'd found a competent wingman. Or, if nothing else, defender. He swung open the door of his poco and jumped down, grabbing his satchel with his leatherbound notebook. He entered the empty hall, and walked slowly, listening to the sound of his echoing footsteps. He unwrapped his hands from the piloting gloves, and looked at his right hand as it furled and unfurled. He listened to the creaks of the intricate mechanics in his palm and fingers, balling them into a tight fist. He pinched one of his fingers, touching only metal in response. No feeling. Of course. There never would be.
SmilingPanda19 Any! Posted November 17, 2023 Author Posted November 17, 2023 (edited) He rolls out from under the ship. His flight suit is pulled down and wrapped around his waist and he is wearing a once white tank top. He is covered in colorful paint all over his shirt and face and a bit on his bandaged hands. He has a little stubble along his chin and baby blue eyes that have a milky glow to them. His jet black hair is tied back into a bun so he doesn’t get too much paint in it. He dips his paint brush in the paint again, and leans back to roll under again. “So why are you still talking?” He looks up at her. He has a little accent, something from old earth even. Probably passed down. Edited November 17, 2023 by SmilingPanda19
Through the Living Elan He/Him Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 Quote OH OH OH JUST A SIDE NOTE I WANT DDF ELAN TO BREAK THE NEWS ABOUT THE HG'S TO THEM! WHEN THAT HAPPENS!
SmilingPanda19 Any! Posted November 17, 2023 Author Posted November 17, 2023 2 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said: Quote I’ll tell you when.
Through the Living Elan He/Him Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 Just now, SmilingPanda19 said: Quote Okie dokie!
SymphonianBookworm she/her Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 2 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said: He rolls out from under the ship. His flight suit is pulled down and wrapped around his waist and he is wearing a once white tank top. He is covered in colorful paint all over his shirt and face and a bit on his bandaged hands. He has a little stubble along his chin and baby blue eyes that have a milky glow to them. His jet black hair is tied back into a bun so he doesn’t get too much paint in it. He dips his paint brush in the paint again, and leans back to roll under again. “So why are you still talking?” He looks up at her. He has a little accent, something from old earth even. Probably passed down. "Well, if we never did the things we were bad at, we'd never get good at them. I mean, look at you! Do you really think-" Aria visibly swallowed down the next words. "I'm trying not to be insulting. Which is something I rarely do. You're welcome." She sat down (ungracefully, as one is when wearing a flight suit). "But what I said still stands. Some people have natural talent, some don't, but no one is incredible at something they've never done, or at least haven't practiced. The only price getting better at something is the pain it puts you through and the pain it puts others through. And I don't care about my pain or yours, so. Looks like I'l be improving by conversational skills today! What's your favorite color?"
SmilingPanda19 Any! Posted November 17, 2023 Author Posted November 17, 2023 2 minutes ago, SymphonianBookworm said: "Well, if we never did the things we were bad at, we'd never get good at them. I mean, look at you! Do you really think-" Aria visibly swallowed down the next words. "I'm trying not to be insulting. Which is something I rarely do. You're welcome." She sat down (ungracefully, as one is when wearing a flight suit). "But what I said still stands. Some people have natural talent, some don't, but no one is incredible at something they've never done, or at least haven't practiced. The only price getting better at something is the pain it puts you through and the pain it puts others through. And I don't care about my pain or yours, so. Looks like I'l be improving by conversational skills today! What's your favorite color?" He stares at her for a long moment. ”I don’t think I have one…” he mumbles, leaning down to paint some more, but not quite going all the way under. He wasn’t exactly good at conversing either. Most of his ‘friends’ are never friends. They just temporary acquaintances. It was always commands, instructions, and orders. Never friendly banter, laughter, or joking. “I’ve never really thought about it though. I do like the color blue though.”
SymphonianBookworm she/her Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 2 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said: He stares at her for a long moment. ”I don’t think I have one…” he mumbles, leaning down to paint some more, but not quite going all the way under. He wasn’t exactly good at conversing either. Most of his ‘friends’ are never friends. They just temporary acquaintances. It was always commands, instructions, and orders. Never friendly banter, laughter, or joking. “I’ve never really thought about it though. I do like the color blue though.” Aria nodded, mock-seriously. "A good choice indeed, young soul. But only the truly wise choose the color purple. And not just any purple. The light purple. Lilac, one might say. The soft color of sleep, bound by a tantalizing mixture of seductive darkness and shimmering light, blended into a combination of ferocity and calmness." She paused. "Purple is my favorite color. Do you have any questions for me?"
SmilingPanda19 Any! Posted November 17, 2023 Author Posted November 17, 2023 Just now, SymphonianBookworm said: Aria nodded, mock-seriously. "A good choice indeed, young soul. But only the truly wise choose the color purple. And not just any purple. The light purple. Lilac, one might say. The soft color of sleep, bound by a tantalizing mixture of seductive darkness and shimmering light, blended into a combination of ferocity and calmness." She paused. "Purple is my favorite color. Do you have any questions for me?" He rolls out from under the ship and sits up. ”Tell me. Do you like colorful things?” Quote I need sleep XDDD I’m dying-
SymphonianBookworm she/her Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 (edited) 1 minute ago, SmilingPanda19 said: He rolls out from under the ship and sits up. ”Tell me. Do you like colorful things?” Aria looked at him, quite seriously. "Yes, I do." Quote GO TO BED. GET REST. REST IS IMPORTANT. IT IS NECESSARY. WE LIKE REST. Edited November 17, 2023 by SymphonianBookworm
Through the Living Elan He/Him Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 20 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said: I need sleep XDDD I’m dying- Quote Do I... I should... I have to... ... ... ... ... ... ... Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler ... Spoiler ... ... ... Spoiler .... Spoiler HI DYING I'M DAD!!! 1
The Honorable Musician he/him Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 1 hour ago, Canada Lover said: Nova did not look up as she quickened her pace, a fee tears coming down her face. Quote Rhyme you did indeed, but you also had a typo.
Canada Lover Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 7 hours ago, SmilingPanda19 said: He rolls out from under the ship and sits up. ”Tell me. Do you like colorful things?” Quote Darn, he wants to be Aria's friend but not Nova's.
Lotus Blossom she/her Posted November 17, 2023 Posted November 17, 2023 1 hour ago, Canada Lover said: Quote Darn, he wants to be Aria's friend but not Nova's. Quote Spoiler 1
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