Zephrun’s Imperium

"One..." Sierra whispered. @Snipexe

"Two," Sierra said, unsurprised. What friends? What family? @Snipexe

Sierra squinted in confusion. That seemed... too easy. She shrugged. "Okay...?" @Snipexe

Sierra looked up at Vivica with her signature frosty look. She didn't want to sit. She itched to get away from this odd hole in the ground. But something kept her from bolting. Perhaps it was the kindness she received. Even though she was obviously insane, Sierra appreciated Vivica's lightheartedness. This was something she would never admit, of course. No, more likely it was fear that kept her frozen here. Now that Theresa was gone, Sierra didn't have any drive. She'd go back to living on the streets again, but this time, she wouldn't know what to do. She'd end up wasting her life away, slowing destroying herself from the inside out. Her stomach turned and she swallowed down her thoughts. Still, her decision to stay did not explain her decision to do as she was asked and sit, laying her feet with their bulky skates to the side. She'd really have to invest in making them less clunky. Unfortunately, she didn't exactly have the resources. Honestly, it was a miracle she had made them in the first place. They were her greatest work. Her most prized possession. She resolved to go for a stroll after this, if they'd let her. A nice good stroll at 40 miles per hour. Yeah. That'd be real nice. "Fine," she said, clasping her hands. "Do whatever the hell it is you want." @Snipexe @ZincAboutIt

Speaking of Straff, did you know that it means "punishment" in Dutch? I know, I know... I have an excuse though! Our library doesn't have paper copies, so we had to listen to it. (the reader was amazing)

Sierra smiled coldly. "Vague." Her smile disappeared. "I don't like vague." @Snipexe

Good work, my friend! *salutes* I bring you another story that was created in the early morning. @Little Bear and I have a lot of fun thinking these up. This one was actually from last year, but I wrote it down and I found it just a little bit ago. Please enjoy, I do think it's a rather accurately Kelsier thing to happen. Keep in mind, this was not created in a sane brain. Kelsier marches down the stairs wearing a bubblegum pink bathrobe. There is a green face rub on his cheeks and a few curlers in his hair. "Dockson!" he says. "Where are my cookies?!" Dox looks up. "Kell, were you dying your hair?" "No," he scoffs, folding his arms indignantly. "I was bleaching it!"

Down, down, down, down...

Sierra rolled into the room on her skates, raising a skeptical eyebrow. Something was off. "What exactly," she asked, "are you planning on doing with me?"

In fantasy, you have more room for creativity. That's all.

I think that saving her crush might just be motivation enough. She feels awful for letting this happen while she's been just sitting there. It certainly won't be easy for her though. Poor girl.

But with realistic fiction, there have to be "realistic" limits. Fantasy makes things more unique, more interesting. At the end of the day, every character is a person. What's interesting to me is watching what people do when they're not in a predictable world, like the one we live in. With fantasy anything can happen. The character isn't the only one who the rug is being pulled out from under. And I love that feeling. The more powerful they are, the harder they fall. Well, yeah, that's going to be true for any text based RP.

But the problem is, not everyone does. I'm also extremely uppity and a little bit condescending. If you know me well, I've been told it becomes endearing, but my parents have told me that it's really rude. It's a part of me though and I just... *sigh*

My honest and unfiltered reaction: Wow. So original. My reaction at that reaction: *slaps self* That was mean. And thus we see how I struggle to deal with my bluntness. *sobs*