Discussion in 'Your Bijou Blogette' started by TwoBrokenMirrors, Dec 17, 2018.
KICKS DOWN DOOR
TASHAATH AND HOMESTEADING
LIN AND THE INQUISITION
Yusuke and crew (try to) play sburb?
hey did u know i was gonna do something quick and silly and now i'm trying to give everyone pesterchum handles and classpects
Im sorry? :p
no you're not
i didn't bother to do colours because i couldn't be arsed to work out how changing text colours works on xenforo but
Spoiler: Pesterlog No. 875098
harmonicBlade: URAMESHI TELL HIEI TO QUIT TRYIN TO KILL ME
spiritDetective: shut up i got my own problems to deal with rn
spiritDetective: anyway what did u do to get him mad @ u
Genkaisprite: IDIOT I TOLD you not to mess around with this!!
spiritDetective: SHUT UP OLD WOMAN
Genkaisprite: The IDEA was NOT TO DESTROY THE WORLD, MORON!
foxyLady: I don't believe I remember agreeing to take part in this.
foxyLady: Nor do I remember agreeing to this particular handle.
foxyLady: Ah, it was your idea. I suppose I should have guessed that.
harmonicBlade: KURAMA COME GET YOUR TINY DEMON
foxyLady: Ah, I wondered where Hiei was.
seeingEye: The fool wandered into my base. I'm not 'mad at him', merely protecting my own territory.
harmonicBlade: YOURE TRYIN TO KILL ME
seeingEye: I am not.
Eikichinasprite: Prrrrr! You're trying to kill him a little, prrr!
seeingEye: ...I suppose I am. Tell him to get out of my base.
harmonicBlade: IM IN YOUR BASE CAUSE YOU STOLE MY SPRITE
harmonicBlade: I CAME TO GET HER BACK
harmonicBlade: I DONT LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE STEAL MY CAT
seeingEye: You put Yukina in there as well.
harmonicBlade: I DONT LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE KIDNAP YUKINA
Eikichinasprite: Prrr prr!! You are a very good person Kazuma and I love you very much prr!
[harmonicBlade's computer has exploded]
spiritDetective: u guys r useless as usual
blueStocking: Botan told me you needed another player for your game so I thought I'd join in to keep an eye on you! I don't understand, though.
spiritDetective: im goin to kill botan
blueStocking: Where are we, Yusuke?
spiritDetective: botan ur dead
Genkaisprite: Not if I find you first
[spiritDetective has disconnected]
foxyLady: Oh dear.
i'll get to the others after i go to my riding lesson and have a long-ass bath afterwards
Prrrrprrrprr what goods!
FTR yusuke is a prince of doom. that's the only classpect i'm solid on.
kuwabara is either hope or blood, undecided. prrrobably blood? page of blood probably.
keiko is a light player but idk about class
hiei could maybe be a knight of void? probably a void aspect anyway. seer of void?
kurama is a tricksy fucker and idk. something of life?
genkai could be a knight maybe. definitely a punchy class. super fucking punchy.
Hm. Consider Genkai for witch?
genkai would make an excellent witch you're right
I kinda szspect hiei might be a prince but he could be a knight.
prince of void would be fitting... maid or sylph for keiko?
.........jetski and figuring out his new (dino) alt
Prince of Void sounds right, as does maid for keiko, what with her whole being a superstar student thing. if that's not being in the service of knowledge i don't know what is
Maid of Mind?
mind i knew there was an aspect i was forgetting
this is what i get for doing this entirely from memory
The village was very small. When Taashath had first come south, he'd wondered how these tiny places even survived without a centralised dispersal of the tools and food and supplies they needed. As he had since learned, it was mostly through sheer, gritted-teeth stubbornness, and if there was anything he could admire it was that.
He'd been... surprised, maybe, at how easily the villagers had accepted them. There had been suspicious stares and mutterings, when they first walked in, but they had struck lucky. The only 'qunari' in the area were a small community of Vashoth some miles away who had never done anyone any harm, and therefore a large horned man was eyed up mostly for his usefulness in the harvest, not for the possibility of rampant slaughter. And the place was remote enough that the Circles would be lucky to lay hands on any magical child born there, and the notion of Tranquility was an alien one. If Mehdi was odd, then he was odd; there were plenty of odd folks about who couldn't hurt a fly. All hands were welcome here, even more so if they knew how to make a poultice or brew elfroot.
They were also aided by the fact they had money. More than enough money to buy the little homestead at the very end of the main street (such as it was), abandoned for years after its owner had fallen prey to some sickness or other. Not Blight, the old woman who showed them to it had hastened to add. No Blight here, the ground was still as good as ever, better probably after lying fallow for so long. No, Tyren had struck himself in the foot with a hoe, and the wound had gone bad, and even though they took the leg off the rot had spread and he had died, leaving no children to take over. And these days all the young'uns wanted to rush off to the big city (by which, Taashath later realised, she meant the slightly bigger village further down the valley, which had such exciting amenities as two taverns and a small archery range where, once a year, everyone who could draw a bow in the surrounding area congregated to try and win a pig's head) and so it had just sat. But now you gentlemen are here, she added, with a mildly puzzled squint at Mehdi's dress, and being so big and strong you'll soon make short work of fixing the place up.
She had left then, money prudently deposited in her underclothes, closing the door carefully behind her. Her footsteps had only reached halfway down the path before it fell off its hinges.
Still. This was... this was home. It smelled like home, which was peculiar since it mostly smelled of wet rot and neglect. And the only home he had had before was Par Vollen, where no roofs leaked and food plots were tended by those born and trained to tend them, not people like him. But... Taashath watched Mehdi begin to bustle about, setting down their packs, poking into cupboards and scaring the nesting mice, dusting off a small, crude red-and-green vase that still sat on the windowsill, and decided that this would be a better home.
If nothing else, it had to be easier to mend a roof than break a deserter.
i am def going to get to the two other prompts and any more that people might send, i'm just running headfirst into my brain going 'fuck you' at present. might be tomorrow or whatever but they will be done
If he'd thought he'd said 'sorry' a lot before, it was nothing to now.
He was so big! Well, he'd been tall before, and square, but also lanky, and his relative extreme lightness had made his presence considerably less intrusive if he did get too close to someone. But now he was not only slightly taller, but broader, and pointier, and most of all... heavier.
Wow. He was so heavy.
He hadn't realised how much his weight had influenced things like how fast he could run, or how high he could hop, or in extreme circumstances exactly how often he tripped Gess' traps. Sometimes, when he was lying down, it felt like his own frame was crushing him with sheer weight, like his fans couldn't keep up, and then he had to get up and pace around until he felt like he wasn't going to overheat on the spot.
And the tail was... something of a nuisance. He hadn't quite got the hang of keeping it out of places it shouldn't be, yet.
But on the other hand...
Life Support's weight was now all but negligible. Gess' truly was negligible. He was stronger, he could pick them both up and swing them round- he could pick them both up and swing them at the same time!- and he didn't have to worry about a stray elbow denting his chassis if he let them lie on top of him, and that was delightful. He was no longer faintly concerned that if Twisty got shirty he'd end up missing a whole chunk of his torso, and putting the swan in time-out if he needed to be medicated or his pond cleaned was now an absolute breeze. And people got out of his way! People saw him coming, which they didn't usually do, and they stepped aside without him saying anything. The first time that had happened he'd reflexively apologised, but once he was alone he couldn't stop the bubbling, half-hysterical giggles of joy.
And now... and now he could swim.
Well, not on the ship. They didn't really have anywhere deep enough. But when they stopped at planets with decent oceans-
He'd wanted to swim for so long. He'd floated face-down on the skin of the water and dreamed of being able to go down there and see everything. He'd dreamed of it so often that the first time he'd done it he'd been afraid it wouldn't live up to his own manufactured hype.
But it had been... it had been wonderful.
He wasn't really poetic. He wasn't going to start writing sonnets about the experience. But regardless of the drawbacks, the awkwardness and the increased weight, the occasional scared look- regardless of everything... it made it worth it.
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