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My hands are perfectly clean! I would never! What are you implying, tribute?! You have no right to question me or my intentions! This system is in place for reasons, so don't go try and make us out to be villainous. We do our part and you do yours, even if it means dying. Do you understand?
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
A blueberry then tried to scale it. -
Vending Machine: Sanderson edition (game)
Silva replied to RippleGylf's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
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I know, right? RIP Ene... *equips with pineapples*
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"Yeah. It probably does," she stretched and stood up. Freedom glanced around. The man with the dog had gone. The girl was still focused on the ants. The couple were only watching one another. The TUBAists had moved on from the park. No one was looking their way. Good. She stored away some age, jumping from fourteen to mid-twenties for better oratory skills, then held out a finger to signal for him to stay quiet. "I don't know why, but I like you," she said softly. "It might be the fact that you're the first person I've had an interaction with in this city that hasn't ended up in an explosion or just the fact that you appreciate things that don't involve violence. Either way doesn't make a difference. "Just understand, in a place like this there always will be trouble. New or old. Everyone has trouble following them. What they don't have, though, is help. People who will help them out. You know? "So please, if you ever need help, try and find me because I will, in whatever way I can. There aren't nearly enough decent folks around so we can't afford to lose a single one," she said, finishing. She watched him, waiting for a response. She didn't expect one immediately and if he did respond immediately, she would wonder if she'd been wrong. He was a Ghostblood after all.
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He...smiled as a young child? Alley:
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"You sell yourself short and have too high expectations of me," Freedom said to Lusk. She picked up a strawberry from a platter then inspected it for any spikes before biting into it. "My independant studying hasn't even been related to combat." After tossing the green leafy top away, Freedom sighed. "It's mental, mostly. Turns out that I'd been taking advantage of extrapolation a while before you put a name to it, without even realizing. Some nightmares have finally resurfaced from the closet I stuffed them in, through natural progression of time. "I've been trying to 'rewrite' in a sense the mindset of the 'memory' of the age I am currently. It's been interesting to say the least. Physically, the results are the same," she pointed to the Ghostblood mark on her forehead, visible as ever. "But mentally is more complicated. Who I would have extrapolated to be in terms of thought-process at fifteen when I was twelve and a half is very different from how I really ended up. My Identity is a little confused at the moment. It'll be interesting to see what happens when I tap to fifteen in a few years."
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I'll get to posting my thing for dawn later. Meanwhile, here is a collection of finger drawn stick figure pictures for TUBA, the GBs, and the DA. It turns out that drawing with a touchpad really isn't that bad in comparison. EDIT: Here is travel: and here is Dawn Acute for Dawn:
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Freedom hurried to catch up with him. Even when she was storing, he was taller than her and could walk faster. "Considering that what you assigned was 'exercise more', then I've been doing that and then some," she said, thinking of her late nights recently. "And what about you, Mr. Uwik? What have you been up to?" It was after she spoke that she remembered that the proper title would have been 'Councilman'. She didn't correct it, though. If he minded he'd tell her.
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"I disagree and precisely because you believe that, I think I'll stay. I think I'll stay and ground you here through every idiotic thing you do that you call smart." Aderet smiled. "Dusk, I understand being rich. I understand being bratty and spoiled. I understand it because I am rich. I am bratty. I am spoiled. "I'm not coming to you as a commoner who doesn't get it. I do completely and that's why you need this. Consider it a wakeup call. Not everything in your city is perfect. Not everything is as happy and dandy and wonderful as you make it out to be. You're just ignoring the problems and attempting to deny that you're human. "Well, guess what--you are human and humans make mistakes. No matter what lie you have tricked yourself into believing, that remains the truth, so deal with it," she said.
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An ant sat on the doorpost reading about human psychology. @Sorana @I think I am here.
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She laughed. "Nope. I don't think I'm quite the right material for it. At least not right now." It occured to her that because she was tapping, the brand on her forehead did not exist and wouldn't confuse things anymore. It was a nice thought. "But you don't have to be in a guild to end up involved someway or another. Even a sibling is enough to trigger trouble. Or simply your Investiture." Pry. Then Lusk. Both of those connections ended up with a building exploding at some point. Freedom fidgeted with an atium mind bracelet on her wrist, then eyed him. "Are you a Ghostblood?"
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@Nathrangking @Blessed peace חג שמח! Hope you haven't had too much wind or rain.
Let's see how messed up the Hebrew formatting gets this time...
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For protect I went more for Voidus' paternal instincts and tunnel was more literal. A little silhouetted Eve Tacet-Yin-Dove sitting in a tunnel. Ghostbloods I haven't gotten to yet. Told you all I'd fall behind again.
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"Freedom," she said, not even taking a moment to judge if he were a threat. Foolish, but she was young. Slipping up was natural. Tels seemed to also be feeling the goodness of the day. She smiled. "It is kind of nice. I doubt it'll last though, you know? Ever since the Sixteen Year Peace ended, everything's happened within small ranges of time. And yet, we're living through it. We're living through history. Years from now, if we live that long, children will be asking us where we were when things went down at PlasmaCore. It'll be the equivalent of the Seven Day War. "It's kind of crazy to think," Freedom said. "That I'll be telling them that I was inside the building, right alongside the Ghostbloods." The man chasing the dog finally caught hold of the leash again. Needless to say, the dog was none to pleased about it.
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Warning: I'm about to go deep, so only read the contents of the spoiler if you think you can handle it. I needed to let out some steam, and this was as good a way as I could find. (It relates to what happened in Germany yesterday, if that influences your decision one way or the other.)
SpoilerEvery time there's a shooting we fill up with tragedy. Anger and fear--lots of different emotions. Everyone feels it, I think, to some extent. And I'm not here to talk about gun control, because there are too many aspects to that that I don't fully know and therefore can't give an opinion.
But when stuff like the shooting in Germany yesterday happens, I can't keep all the thoughts in my brain, you know? That's why I'm writing this. To let out a little emotion on it.
It's ridiculous. Yesterday, I was walking to synagogue and when I passed a police officer standing outside, it occured to me that when I was really little, one hadn't been needed. At least, I don't remember ever seeing one this often. For years, even after the Yom Kippur War, we hadn't been afraid that someone might have the nerve to enter a room on the holiest day of the year for Jews and attack.
And yesterday?
Yesterday was an anti-semitic hate crime. Even that terminology sounds weak, though. The thought isn't anything new to me. Fine, there are people who have never met me who hate me because of my religion and culture. They hate Jews simply because they are Jews. That's how it's been for hundreds and hundreds of years. Thousands at this point. It's nothing new.
Just...you would think there would be even an ounce of respect for a religion's holiest day. Even from the far-right.
The world is in a strange place.
How do you balance freedom of speech with freedom of religion? I don't know. I really don't. But there has got to be some way that doesn't end in death time and time again. Humans aren't all bad. Good exists.
I've said this many times before, but that doesn't make it any less true: you all are wonderful.
Sorry for ranting. It really did help, though.
On a more positive note, cookies for all. Nothing makes things better than cookies. Except maybe plain chocolate. It's pretty close.
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You shouldn’t have to balance freedom of speech and religion. Nobody should ever do things like they did yesterday (though I don’t actually know what happened, as I do not keep up with the news or media).
I am very sorry it happened, and hope you’re doing okay. Talking almost always helps, and I’m glad it did here.
Is there a phrase along the lines of Happy Yom Kippur? If so, that. If that’s rude to say, my apologies.
*gives Silva chocolate*
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@AonEne technically speaking it would be have an easy and meaningful fast.
(Though the fast has ended the thought is appreciated!)
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Yay. One more before I actually fall behind again. Thank you, and yeah, sorry about my handwriting. It's a wonderful combination of small and messy and the fuzziness of the picture definitely doesn't help. Weiss is saying "I don't care if your eyes have always been silver. Sticking a spike in one of them is something your friends are going to notice--silver eyes or not."
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4 months in... The city really was a pleasant place to be when it wasn't attack. People didn't always try to kill you. The air wasn't even all that polluted. And it was better than being indoors any day. Freedom Acute sat on a park bench, people-watching. One man chased after a dog who'd pulled his leash free. A little girl seemed to be conversing with some ants. A couple was enjoying a nice leisurely walk in the beautiful weather. Some TUBAists were giving out free samples, asking for opinions on a new type of cookie. Everything was just so...peaceful. Even when she'd been on Scadrial, there always was something to do. A sibling had lost a tooth. Someone have been mean to someone. Dishes or laundry needed to be done. Never so much time to just do nothing. She was lightly tapping her atium stores. Just enough to not be bent over in pain, but not so much that she didn't look her true age. It felt like a day for being true to herself. Whoever that was. At this point she didn't know. But at that moment it didn't matter. It didn't need to matter. @Truthless of Shinovar
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We'll miss you, Mac! But yeah, life comes first, even if it means one less Sharder on this side of the country. *hugs*
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"You're...serious," Aderet said. "You actually believe that money gives you the right to do whatever you'd like. That's absurd!" She adjusted her glove. "Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. What about morals? Ethics? Being a good person? Don't you care about future generations? Do you wish to destroy this planet just to have fun? "I live on Scadrial most of the time, so the answers to those questions don't really matter to me, but what about your friends? Family members? Acquaintances? Do you care nothing of them? For all you knew, one of us here is also a mad scientist and will give the giant telepathic super insulting squirrel more abilities. Flight, or even laser vision. What would you do then? Hire more people to clean up your messes?" Aderet crossed her arms and fixed him with a hard glare. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
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Okay. I'm about to become behind again, so here are three to catch up at least for a day. Church of the Whiterose: Duty: Experiment:
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non-canon Challenge of Champions! Wes vs. Deteca
Silva replied to I think I am here.'s topic in The Alleyverse
A young man entered the stands. He was tan with dark hair and seemed uncertain of being there. His name was Timothy Smith and he had absolutely no relation to the Acutes, despite looking as though he could be a cousin. He took a seat next to Crow. "They really are bad at this," Timothy said, watching the two fail epically at dueling. @Ark1002 -
Here's one for today.
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So, yeah. Soul. This one isn't directly Alleyverse connected, but it works. Eyes are the windows into peoples' souls, whether they be in Alleycity or elsewhere. (I may not be Australian like Itiah, but that doesn't stop me from also responding to two in one day. )
