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Aqualung drew his hand back and inspected it. It seems his nail polish of choice, "sanguine brown", had dried nicely despite some smearing. Unsure of any other arcane hand gestures he could've made, he let his hand fall limp to his side. It brushed past his dagger on the way down, and for but a...

Hey, what's everyone's timezone? I'm EST, and it's 2 AM over here. I'd like to know so I can priotize my time tomorrow (today?).

Aqualung relaxed as the Stranger lowered her weapon. It's a heavenly feeling knowing that your life has been prolonged, even if only by a few minutes. He was so relaxed in fact, that he decided to see how much he can get away with. "Well as it so happens, most of the things in the desert, two...

Aqualung saw the flash before he heard the bang, and shut his eyes as soon as the burning flash of white filled his retinas. He gritted his teeth as prepared for the end, but alas, it did not come. Instead he felt a white-hot sting in his left temple, and something cool began to run down the...

In the vast expanse of the desert, laid a pile of silty dirt in between two desiccated shrubs. To the average observer, it was just an average pile of dirt. After all, it was the desert. The whole bloody thing is either cracked, dry soil, or dunes of sand. In this case, the average observer...

Name: He calls himself “Aqualung”, as he refuses to disclose his real name. It’s most likely something boring, like John. Age: Probably 24, He cannot remember. Strength: He possesses an incredible amount of stamina, and his lungs have a near bottomless capacity. Weakness: He’s not...

I just finished reading The Drawing of the Three, and I loved it! I'd definitely do something like this.

So you said this is a continuation. What did you guys have up to this point?

Depends, what 'ave you got in mind?

"It'll be a little weird waking up in a different bed under a strange sky, but you get used to it after awhile. Personally, I'm just waiting until I can finally apply for offsite housing. I know they rarely accept those requests, but I'm gonna keep pushing for it anyways. I just don't like the...

"Well if there's an aviation club, I hope it's purely an appreciation of aircraft. After that display in the cafeteria, I'm not quite sure I'm, say, comfortable with those kind of people handling planes. Because when you come down to it, a plane is either a supersonic bullet, or a giant flying...

"I didn't really think that far ahead, why? Did you have a particular one in mind? No wait, don't tell me, I know exactly where you're going!" Ross donned a suspiciously pleasant smirk, and paused for that special effect. "You're one of those anime club fanatics!" Ross could see it now...

"Hah, I wish. My mother freaks out at the sight of a small burnpile, and my father can't stand the smell of sulphur. I'm the first in the trade! That is, if you don't account my uncle. We uh, don't talk about him too much." Ross spoke quietly the second he mentioned his uncle, and couldn't help...

"Red Baron? Which one? There's at least two every decade. You know, dresses up in his finest red jammies, spray-paints a crimson skull onto a rickety scramjet, and takes potshots at commercial flights until he gets shot down for being an aeropirate." Ross walked through the door just as Reiner...

There was a light buzz in Ross' ears as his vision blurred. Dizziness almost overcame him as he struggled to remember where he was, and what was happening. Time and space seemed to bend and twist around him, as fluorescent lights glittered right at the edges of his vision, just close enough to...

"Most definitely. And either that catlike-bloke, or the fool with the switch is probably going to take the brunt of the punishment. Dragging skeletal beasts from out of the aether in the middle of the cafeteria isn't exactly the most legal thing, but neither is trying to slice someone to...

Ross silently exhaled and slightly slouched forward, resting his elbows back on the table/ Turns out that the tension had him unconsciously holding his breath. Now that his paranoia has finally went on and slithered off, he could actually start to enjoy breakfast this time around. "Oh, well...

"Ross, my name is Ross. It's Ross Jennings if you want to get all specific, but short of my mother, and a few angry instructors, my surname is rarely used." Ross didn't hesitate to speak. Sure, he was slightly perturbed by Reiner's last reaction, but Ross never wastes an opportunity to speak...

Ross could only watch as his guide had a bit of a spill, and let gravity get the better of him. Until he saw the look on the Wymsblut's face, he had actually started to snicker , but the second he had hit the ground, and started to emit what sounded like a low snarl, Ross' face dropped...

(Sorry for the delay! Got some mysterious fever on Christmas, and it knocked me offline for a bit.) "Nice! I knew ambition and blind fury would actually lead me somewhere! Or at least the 'blind' part did." Ross started to pipe down and mellow out a bit. Perhaps because he'd finally woken up...