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“These girls,” Dan said, flaring out his wings, “are pretty rough in a tough time, I’ll tell ya, and you won’t want to be on their bad side when I’m mad, huh?” He smiled at Shae, then straightened his face again. Don’t scare anyone, genius, he thought at himself. “Okay, you have time right now? Let’s go, then.” He gestured for Shad to follow him, then jogged out of the room and into the hallway, his claustrophobia pressing down on him for a minute. Then he was outside, and the huge empty space made him feel like he could actually breath. He pumped his wings and took off, then remembered that he’d offered to fly Share around, and wheeled back around, landing on the ground in a roll. @ShadowLord_Lith
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Nightwatcher Boon/Bane (Game)
Sherlock Holmes replied to killersquirrel59's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Granted. You can now speak German, but you always have an itch in your right ear. I wish that people stopped caring about whether a person was straight or not. -
Two hours later, Dan had made a fifth as many bowls and pans as Shae had, but they were looking less and less like weird globs of clay as he went on, so he qualified his work as a success. There wasn’t any clay anymore, Dan noticed as he set his last work, a pan with claw marks on the sides, on the table that was now filled with bowls and pans. “Ouch,” Dan mumbled, unconsciously stretching his wings out in the limited space and nearly hitting Shae with one of them. “Sorry,” he said louder, folding his wings back in and walking over to Shae. “So, um, do you have anything scheduled that you’re going to do now? ‘Cause,” he glanced down at tips of his wings, “you’re not afraid of flying, so maybe I could carry you around a bit?” @ShadowLord_Lith
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Dan fluffed out his wings as Shae mentioned them, then folded them back in. “Yeah, I was just going to ask if I could come around sometime and help out with this pottery thing. It’s strangely fascinating.” He finished his bowl, and picked it up, eyeing it critically despite the fact that he had no idea what to look for. Satisfied, he brought it over to the table where Share had put his much more elegant bowl. The faults in Dan’s where blaringly obvious when it was next to Shae’s, and he immediately felt an urge to fix all the errors. He resisted, since he figured that doing another piece would be better practice, and got more clay to shape. Dan set the clay on the wheel and started working at it, glancing over at Shae’s finished bowl to try and replicate the look of it. He picked it up when he was finished with it, then brought it over to the table and compared his two works. The second was definitely better. He smiled his toothy smile, then left the bowls where they were and started a third. @ShadowLord_Lith
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"Holy Sisters, lathdayin," Dan said as he watched Shae go to town on the clay. He made it look so easy. So Dan turned back to the clay on his wheel and glared at it for a moment with a vicious scowl on his face, then relaxed and pressed the pedal down with the tips of his claws, carefully. It began spinning slowly, and he pressed harder until it was going at a decent speed, then maintained that speed and started clumsily shaping the clay. This is kinda fun. I wonder if Shae would let me come by some other time and help him out, maybe in exchange for a flight? He opened his mouth to suggest it to Shae, then closed his mouth and continued working. I'm not here to make friends, I've got to remember that. I'm here to be a bodyguard for the boss when he needs me. @ShadowLord_Lith
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"It would be unreasonable," Dan pointed out in a deadpan voice, "for them to be half as beautiful as I am." Okay, how hard can this be? Just need to get the thing in a round shape. Right. I can probably do this. Dan hesitantly stepped on the pedal of one of the spinny-things after putting enough clay on the table-thing on top. It started spinning, and he stepped on it harder, then reached forward and pressed the flat of his hand against the clay. It started making an even pattern all around the base of the clay, and he stared at it for a moment, then stepped down on the pedal harder. The clay flew out and tried to attack him, but he punched it midair and sent it flying away. "Umm, yeah," Dan said after a moment. "That was totally on purpose. I totally meant to kill that thing." Dan walked over and picked up the clay, then put it back on the decelerating wheel and stared at it. @ShadowLord_Lith
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Your phone does not like you. "He strode over to the clay, gathering"? Dan stretched his wings out in the space of the art studio, glad for the higher walls, though he was still uneasy in the limited space. It felt like everything was hitting his eyes too hard in the finite room, whereas outside everything was far enough away that he could actually see. Dan had zero artistic talent that he knew of, but, after stretching out his arms and shoulders and flexing his fingers, he slowly followed Shae, sniffing the unfamiliar scents of clay and paint, and glaze and canvas. They weren't entirely unpleasant smells, but still seemed suspiciously clean to him. He'd been raised on a tropical island, then again, so everything seemed too clean to him. @ShadowLord_Lith
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This guy smiles a lot, Dan thought. Dan wasn't used to people being happy as much as Shae apparently was. Well, I'd better get used to it, since I'll be working with him for the foreseeable future. He followed Shae into the building, though enclosed spaces this small always gave him an irritating sense of claustrophobia. His hackles went up, and he didn't try to calm himself. Being on guard was one thing he didn't need to stop himself from doing.
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"Thanks," Dan said, and picked Shae up, then took off with a little extra effort. He soared at a fairly low altitude towards the school for thirty seconds, then alit back on the ground, careful so as to not make Shae throw up or anything. Normal humans were so fragile and breakable about this sort of thing. Dan set Shae back on his feet, then folded his wings. "You're not too traumatized, are you?" Dan asked sarcastically. @ShadowLord_Lith
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"No, I'll help," Dan said. "Though..." He narrowed his eyes, though he could see just fine without doing so, at the buildings in the near distance. "Where are we going? I could carry you there. It would save time." @ShadowLord_Lith
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"My smile looks like a snarl," Dan said, following Shae with a carefully casual pace to his steps. "I was told that by a man who had bigger teeth than me, and was ten times as scary." As Dan walked into the light of day outside of the church, he spread his wings and beat them a few times, to enjoy the wind. He smiled unconsciously as cold air hit his face, and took off, flying up to the high tower of the cathedral and perching on it for a second, then around the building. As he saw Shae again, he was reminded that he had a Sisters-cursed job to do, so he dropped back down to the path and folded his wings. "Sorry, I just got a little caught up in the wind," he said to Shae. @ShadowLord_Lith
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Wow, he's really used to doing that, Dan thought as a grin crept onto his face. He showed his fangs, then realized that he was showing his fangs, and wiped all expression from his face. "Okay, I'll follow you," Dan said as he looked down on Shae. @ShadowLord_Lith
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It's official: Dan has turned into Wereci. He still doesn't get that I hate it when people respect me, does he? "Don't bow, or call me Lord," Dan growled. And apparently Shae had had a rough patch somewhere in his life. Well, everybody did. "I'll help with your pots if you don't try to respect me overmuch, okay?" @ShadowLord_Lith
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“I am not your lord, Shae,” Dan said. “I just hate it when people disturb the peace here. Makes me want to break somebody’s arm. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time, so I’m settling for making plans for revenge.” @ShadowLord_Lith
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Oh, fun.
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Looks like you have nearly as much snow where you live as I where I live.
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Seom turned around and pulled up her shirt to let Freyja see, then dropped the shirt and turned back around. "That's the one we all have to get."
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Mishim over Natanatan
Sherlock Holmes commented on TheGirlWhoLookedUp's gallery image in Stormlight Archive Art
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"Well, it's certainly a statement."
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Seom eyed the chocolate, thinking of the time when her friend's dog had died after eating some, then took the bar and ate it as fast as she could.
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"About a year. My dad left to go back to his ranch a few days ago, after we went to the wedding of a lady he knew. I ended up being a witness for some reason."
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"Ally? Don't you mean Alley? Wait, being a grammar Nazi is ru--" A pair of mimes dragged Ax away and wiped the memory of him being there from everyone's minds. "My mother was Rosharan," Seom said, "so I'm only half Scadrian. Actually, I'm a fourth Koloss and a fourth normal Scadrian. I think my Rosharan half is mostly Alethi, though."
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"No, I was born and raised in the Northern Roughs on Scadrial, among dogs, cows, horses, and my dad."
