Better than my attempts. I open my mouth to speak... and then promptly close it because no sound escapes. I spend so much time thinking of something to talk about and then the moment I get the opportunity I start rethinking the entire plan. T_T
Ummm... "first anime" depends on whether we're considering the first anime I happened to see on TV, or the first anime I actively sat down and watched. In the first case it would probably be Dragonball or something like that. As for the second case it's either Inuyasha, Naruto, or Sailor Moon...
Hey! I'd like to join this with a daughter of Ursula if that's okay?
(This sounds exciting! One of my friends tried to do something like this before but we never got it off the ground.)
"Makes sense" Milo grumbled, still feeling the need to prove himself. "I'll send Athena through first with some back up and then I'll follow shortly after the mechanics once the generators get through." he nodded in the direction of the second in command that he'd just sent off. "Once we've...
Callum skipped merrily through the uneasy group of men that had gathered at the city gates. He couldn't keep the smile off his face. Never in his life had he seen so many men gathered at one single location like this, it was pure heaven! A small giggle escaped him as he pretended to fall into...
Milo had lost. If he said anything to the group now he'd look like an idiot. This was not the best way to start off his first official days as commander of this project. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced around at the group that was resettling their bags after checking their equipment...
The brigadier general clenched his hands into fists, resisting the urge to use them. This was Dr. Chris Rowle's special skill, she managed to piss people off and usually in a way that humiliated the other person and gave them no room to argue. He glanced at the sphere again before replying...
Milo glanced up from his paperwork, thoroughly going over the procedure for the mission. It seemed the higher he rose in the military ladder, the more it included his head bent over stacks of paperwork. He was starting to get wrinkles around his eyes from squinting at the ink filled pages...
Callum had made it to the wall and was greeted by the hustle and bustle of people making themselves look busy and important. There was a large tent that looked fairly important, but Callum doubted a random elf would be allowed inside. He scanned the sea of people trying to pick out the men...
Callum didn't have a chance to answer after his brief introduction due to all of the commotion from the hysterical soldier that announced doomsday. Patrons of the tavern leaped out of their seats and ran either to the walls or to safety somewhere else. The tavern wench disappeared briefly for...
Callum had inhaled the bread and cheese not remembering the last time he'd bothered eating. Though a simple meal it had tasted like the finest quality food to his empty stomach. He was just starting on his second drink when he felt the tug on his hair. The wench was back, seemingly inviting...
At the pressure on his shoulder, Callum started. The small perch he had left on the stool slowly disappeared as he tilted forward. One of his hands had been distracted by his hair and had been perched on the edge of the bar, so only the opposite arm waved frantically as he went toppling out of...