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2009-03-12, 07:51 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
My preferred pronouns: they, them, their
When I speak I'll cross my fingers
Will you know you've been deceived?
I find the need to be a demon
A demon cannot be hurt
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2009-03-12, 07:58 PM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-13, 02:38 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
I agree with Cycoris! More Rockstar!
Live, Laugh, Learn, Love,
and Look both ways
when you cross the street
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2009-03-13, 07:22 AM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-13, 07:42 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
I, um, volunteer for inclusion, if you're, um, looking...
Live, Laugh, Learn, Love,
and Look both ways
when you cross the street
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2009-03-13, 07:44 AM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-13, 07:48 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
Probably Innocent! and definitely good.
And entirely wracked with nervousness
also: Damn, is it weird to be asked that by a baby avatar.Last edited by Felixaar; 2009-03-13 at 07:49 AM.
Live, Laugh, Learn, Love,
and Look both ways
when you cross the street
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2009-03-13, 07:53 AM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-13, 07:58 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
That's what all the guys say...
And entirely wracked with nervousness
also: Damn, is it weird to be asked that by a baby avatar.
@Cristo: I will do my best not to understand what you are getting at... *covers ears, hums softly*
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2009-03-13, 08:03 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
I think he's referencing the Vampire avatar, but either way that statement only implies if you put a "not" before it. *points out the gorget around his neck*
And I could break trend by lying and saying mean things if you preferr, but that wouldn't be very honest, now would it?
(also, you should try and get something made for Good/Evil Twin Week! It'd be entertaining.)Live, Laugh, Learn, Love,
and Look both ways
when you cross the street
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2009-03-13, 08:05 AM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-13, 08:10 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
You scoundrel, you
@V *facepalm* Well done sir.Last edited by Felixaar; 2009-03-13 at 08:20 AM.
Live, Laugh, Learn, Love,
and Look both ways
when you cross the street
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2009-03-13, 08:13 AM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-13, 08:48 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
People fighting over me?!?! yelp!
Dis one's for Koorli, who's not even around right now. I'll have to PM her.
When You Love a Rock Star
Starring
Dragonrider
CurlyKitGirl
RabbitHoleLost
And three special guests!
Chapter One: Doubts
Chapter Two: Stars
Chapter Three: Uh-Oh
Chapter Four: Stuck
Chapter Five: To Market
Chapter Six: Futures
Chapter Seven: Romance the First
Previously in Rock Star:
SpoilerRabbit, a talented necromancer, and the twins Koorli and DeeRee attempt a dangerous spell—they want to summon simulacrums of their favorite ‘70s rock stars. DeeRee is nervous but they go through with it. The magic goes wrong somehow and they end up in John Lennon’s basement with John himself, plus Cat Stevens and Freddie Mercury. In the middle ages—and, according to Rabbit, there’s no spell that can bring them home, but she’s trying to concoct something anyway. As time drags on, they discuss the 2009 reality of Freddie, John, and Cat—of them, Cat is the only one still living. Rabbit and John, despite the clear futility of any relationship for them, have found themselves together.
Chapter Eight: Romance the Second
SpoilerThings had gotten awkward between Freddie and Koorli since Rabbit and John had gotten together. There was attraction between them—they both knew that—but it was difficult to figure out what to do with that attraction.
Koorli was confused about whether Freddie was gay in his universe. She was beginning to suspect that Rabbit’s spell had summoned ideal versions of their rock stars from the other worlds—or as close as it could get. Certainly she’d never imagined that Freddie would be as amazing as he was—or interested in her.
But he was.
She didn’t know if he loved her the way she loved him, but she was aware that he looked at her when he thought she couldn’t see.
And he sang for her. That gorgeous pure tone that sent shivers up her spine.
And when they kissed over their books for the first time, it was over—she completely fell for him.Last edited by Dragonrider; 2009-03-14 at 08:32 AM.
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2009-03-13, 08:56 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
...So, you get these spells from where?
Also, I bet we're all looking forward to Romance the Third
And no, we weren't fighting over you I was just being grilled on my intentions towards you. I know you don't like people fighting. Of course, if you've changed your mind, I could always wrastle with myself
Eh, ehem.
Ohhh, I'm having an identity crisis! Oh, the mental strife! Crunchy, it feels so right, but could it be wrong? Oh, maybe Rissy-Sissy is right, and Smoothliness is next to godliness! Oh, the internal, eternal suffering! Woe is me!
Is that to your liking?Live, Laugh, Learn, Love,
and Look both ways
when you cross the street
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2009-03-13, 09:28 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
Last edited by Dragonrider; 2009-03-13 at 09:29 AM.
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2009-03-13, 09:30 AM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-13, 09:31 AM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-13, 10:08 AM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-14, 07:14 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
I has shipping inc instalment!
Archive quoted for your convenience:
And so, while Scourge Inc and ABR make their respective plans, some time is taken out to examine Thufir's mental state:
Psychologist’s Reports – Subject: Thufir
SpoilerSaturday, 29th June
SpoilerMy first meeting with the subject Thufir was confusing, to say the least. At times he seems perfectly coherent, while at others his conversation devolves into babble and pop-culture references.
Subject is uncooperative: he attempted a crude psychological analysis of me rather than even embarking on an ordinary conversation, making my own analysis somewhat more challenging. My initial analysis shows evidence of delusions of grandeur, a superiority or perhaps even god complex. He believes himself, I think, to be the most intelligent person in the world by a wide margin.
So far, this tells us nothing we didn’t already know – Lyinginbedmon.
Sunday, 30th June
Spoiler“Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.” Observation of a conversation he had with Mordokai indicates there is definitely some pattern to Thufir’s seemingly random babbling. Naturally when I asked him about it he was silent.
In discussing his own psychological issues, he showed surprising insight – I do not believe he has had any formal training in psychology, however, though some of his comments suggest some degree of familiarity with the apocryphal writings of one Renfield Helgraf, a brilliantly gifted psychologist sadly suspected to have been rather less sane than his patients.
Still little new here, merely confirmation of what we already suspected. Reference to Helgraf intriguing however – a Helgraf has occasionally been mentioned in connection with Shipping/Scourge Inc. Have someone look into this possible connection.
Octeday, 1st Grune
SpoilerThufir today volunteered a topic of conversation – that of reincarnation, or transference of talent at the point of death, etc. Understandable I suppose – he wishes to validate his belief in his own superiority by crediting himself as the reincarnation of some great figure, and perhaps to believe that his ‘great abilities’ will not pass away when he does.
He attempted to analyse my own hypothetical past lives, but having removed my footwear I found the temperature to be intolerably low.
Tomorrow I think I will try hypnotherapy. Hopefully it will yield some answers.
Hopefully indeed. Thus far the most interesting point our psychologist has given us provides no illumination as to Thufir’s psychological state; rather it casts doubt on that of our psychologist himself. Reference to removal of footwear incomprehensible. Additionally he has adopted some unusual calendar for dating his reports.
Moon’s day, 2nd Grune 20X6
SpoilerHypnotherapy was relatively successful. Thufir was rather forthcoming while in the trance. Though to my confusion, after some time, he said, with no prompting from me, “I understand.” When I asked what he understood, he replied, “EVERYTHING. The imago cannot reach me here, my heart, my dreams may be tethered, shackled, but my intellect roams unrestricted through all it finds. What I see, I understand, what I understand, I can repeat.”
I think this is at the centre of his many and varied delusions, however at the time I turned the conversation to more casual subjects – I mentioned an acquaintance of mine, Reinholdt, and suggested he might look rather good in a top hat. Thufir displayed a rather incomprehensible look of triumph at this.
Clearly a significant insight. Why did he turn away from the subject to one so inane. Speaking to him in person has provided no further understanding. Thufir appears to have made something of an impression on our psychologist – clearly he is not to be underestimated, even locked in his cell.
This Day, 14th Messidor, Year of the Anchovy
SpoilerMy second attempt at hypnotherapy was less successful. Thufir resisted this time, and seemed to mock me by imitating my gestures back at me. My recollections are rather hazy beyond this point for some reason, and my notes shed no light on the situation – they are taken up by crude sketches of a ham and some fried eggs, accompanied by some rather nonsensical scribblings.
The more I study Thufir, the more it seems as though I am insane rather than him… Certainly no-one in this world is 100% sane, but he has opened my mind to more than I thought was there…
Following my meeting with the psychologist, I’m astounded that his report was this coherent. Perhaps this course of action should be reconsider - our psychologist's mental state seems to be deteriorating more rapidly than Thufir's.
Dies Irae
SpoilerI - … Thufir - … Compelling… he has shown… I know who I am… Sam I am, heh heh heh…… Boo! He understands, he knows, he sees…
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I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrella I’m a blue umbrel
So much for psychology.
Not sure how well I feel it turned out...Last edited by Thufir; 2009-03-14 at 07:15 AM.
"'But there's still such a lot to be done...'
YES. THERE ALWAYS IS."
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2009-03-14, 12:01 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
Speaking from experience, vampires are overrated.
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eat me pwease
@ Dragonrider - Heh. I think when the time comes, they won't be wanting to go back to their own times.
@ Thufir - Hey now! Me looking good in a top hat is far from an inane topic. It's one of great importance. *preens*
Sillyness aside, that was great. Blue Umbrella was awesome.
I'll have to make sure he sees it.
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2009-03-14, 03:11 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
Something in "When You Love a Rock Star" caught my attention.
If you wanna attract hot, cute, beautiful and generally awesome chicks (or Queeny), you should become a British musician.I use black for sarcasm.
Call me Rose, or The Rose Dragon. Rose Dragon is someone else entirely.
If you need me for something, please PM me about it. I am having difficulty keeping track of all my obligations.
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2009-03-14, 03:19 PM (ISO 8601)
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Not just any British musician. An AMAZING British musician.
Also there's something about the 60s/70s.
I love the era.
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2009-03-14, 03:22 PM (ISO 8601)
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What about the '50s? No one cares about the '50s anymore. Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, The Ink Spots, Billie Holiday... Those were the true amazing musicians.
Hmm... That gives me an idea.
*starts scribbling*
EDIT: I realized that none of them were British. Any famous jazz / blues / swing musicians from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?Last edited by The Rose Dragon; 2009-03-14 at 03:26 PM.
I use black for sarcasm.
Call me Rose, or The Rose Dragon. Rose Dragon is someone else entirely.
If you need me for something, please PM me about it. I am having difficulty keeping track of all my obligations.
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2009-03-14, 03:30 PM (ISO 8601)
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It's the HIPPIES I love, man. The HIPPIES.
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2009-03-14, 03:32 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
*Cough* 70's and 80's *Cough*
*Cough* AC/DC and Aerosmith *Cough*
*Jumps into the shadows and hides*This avatar pierces the heavens and is by Miss Nobody!SpoilerOriginally Posted by Anuan
"Whether it be impossible or laughable, Great men open up paths of battle! If there's a wall, we break it down! If there's no path, we'll make one with these hands! The heart's magma burns with flames!"
By Recaiden.
Inner Circle
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2009-03-14, 03:33 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
We'll have to agree to disagree, then.
Though I once heard Yusuf set out to create Islamic rap. I wonder how that turned out.I use black for sarcasm.
Call me Rose, or The Rose Dragon. Rose Dragon is someone else entirely.
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2009-03-14, 03:37 PM (ISO 8601)
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2009-03-14, 05:06 PM (ISO 8601)
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Isolation -
A one-man, one-act play by Khan -
SpoilerI must be awesome.
Really, if you were to stat me out in, say, True20, I'd have to have Hide in Plain Sight, +100 Stealth and an ability that allows me to Take 20 on Stealth checks without even trying all the time.
Of course, that gets into the realm of "blessed with suck" more than anything.
Sometimes, I feel like people are incapable of being aware of me. Not just incapable of seeing me - also hearing me, reading what I write, smelling me or even touching me.
I probably exist. Cogito, ergo sum and all that jazz. I pinched myself a thousand times and it hurt in many of those, so I'm not dreaming or anything. But people won't acknowledge that. They will not acknowledge I exist, I have thoughts (sometimes more valid than their own, sometimes utterly wrong, but they are mine), I have feelings, I bleed, I cry, etc..
They refuse to get close to me. They refuse to even try. I know I haven't been very encouraging, but they should have at least tried. Maybe if they did, I'd have been more willing to show them who I really am.
Would they like me? Probably not.
But honestly, we may never know.
I just wish...
"Hello there."
I fall off my chair.
I turn around to see a tall, thin man with red hair and dark eyes. At this distance, I cannot tell their color, but they are indeed dark. He is wearing a black longcoat, black gloves and black boots. But the man himself is as pale as the night. He has a (silver?) lighter in his hand.
"Fine night, isn't it?"
I haven't crapped myself yet, so at least I have that going for me.
"Who are you?" I ask, my voice trembling, as well as my hands.
"I'm a friend of yours, from sometime ago, and your master. I just dropped by to see how you're doing, and whether you're still mine."
He takes a cigarette from his breast pocket. He extends his hand as if he is offering me the fag.
"I don't smoke," I say while slightly shaking my head.
"Suit yourself." He puts the stick between his lips and lights it very carefully. He inhales a single breath from the smoke, and takes the cigarette between his fingers. They are very thin, very delicate. He lets out the smoke in his lungs, and they form a rough image of inverted testicles in the air - most people would call it a heart.
"I've also come to give you advice, if you're willing to take it." He has not the slightest hint of emotion on his face, but his eyes are almost consuming - consuming of hope.
"You walk into my room, unannounced, uninvited and scare me to hell, and want to give me advice?"
"I never said I wanted to give you advice, darling. I just said I've come to do so." He looks at the butt in his hand, as if grieving the loss of a dear friend, and tosses it across the room with a flick of his finger.
"You didn't even smoke the thing yet."
"Not a big fan of smoking, to be honest." His words are clear, but his voice is raspy, like a loud, coarse whisper. "It's the fire I enjoy. I light a fag, I take one breath - that's enough for the whole thing to destroy itself. Inevitable, unless stopped. It's almost poetic."
"That's your advice?"
"No, no. It's just... it's what I do, you see. Consuming things with a single breath. Cigarettes, lives; it doesn't matter much.
"My advice is something else. Stop this foolishness."
I try to make sense of it for a few moments, before I drop my jaw and utter "Huh?".
"It's simple. Stop doing this thing you're doing. Pitying yourself, hating yourself, obsessing about others, wondering why they don't like you. You want to know why? Because you might be like gold, but you're covered in mud, hidden beneath miles of earth and far away on a distant planet. No one cares about something they can't sense, they can't touch, no matter how precious.
"So take a hint: stop caring. You're so lost in self-pitying, wallowing in misery and obsession about the bad, and all because you care too much. So don't do it. Don't complain, don't whine, don't want."
He comes closer and puts one of his hands on my shoulder. I try to muster the energy to say something.
"Have you ever been in love?" I ask.
"I've been married several times, though that's not what you're asking. I created love. And I know what you're going to ask. You're wrong. I did not design it to be cruel. I did not design it to be fair, either, but it is not cruel. The one that is cruel is you. You're cruel to yourself. You're cruel to others. So, you see cruelty too often, and you see love too often, and you sort of associate the two. It's gonna get you in trouble one day."
He takes another fag from his pocket, and holds it in front of my face.
"See this? Hand rolled it myself. Picked and processed the tobacco personally. I know everything that ever happened to it. It is mine, utterly and completely - none else's.
"Yet I could choose to give it to someone else. From then on, it would no longer be my duty. No longer my responsibility. It could be smoked, or it could be preserved. But it would no longer be mine."
I can no longer speak in anything but a whimper. "What's that got to do with me?" I ask, but I can almost not believe he can hear me.
"You're also mine. I had a very large role in creating you, bringing you to where you are. And you will be mine again, one day, when you die. But until that day, I release you from my service. Your misery, your despair, is truly your own now.
"I do hope you can find something better for yourself, darling. And you will, if you listen to my advice. So do listen." He takes his hand off me, and starts walking towards the door, ever so slowly.
"Wait... Who are you?"
But he no longer responds to me. My vision gets blurred, and it becomes white. So white, in fact, it is almost blackened in its brightness.
...
I wake up at my desk. The man is no longer there. The room no longer smells of smoke. It must have been a dream, I think.
Then I notice it. The lighter in the man's hand. Sitting there on my desk, right next to where my head was. I take it in my hand, and light it for a few seconds. Then I close it, extinguishing the flame.
"What the hell," I say. "Ain't no shame in trying."Last edited by The Rose Dragon; 2009-03-17 at 08:44 AM.
I use black for sarcasm.
Call me Rose, or The Rose Dragon. Rose Dragon is someone else entirely.
If you need me for something, please PM me about it. I am having difficulty keeping track of all my obligations.
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2009-03-14, 05:09 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shipping VII: Something Squicky, This Way Comes
That is, in fact, a ship fic. One of the parties involved is me. The other is intentionally left vague.
I use black for sarcasm.
Call me Rose, or The Rose Dragon. Rose Dragon is someone else entirely.
If you need me for something, please PM me about it. I am having difficulty keeping track of all my obligations.