Arne
Toplofty Aberrant
I'm sure someone knows how to cook.But we don’t cook in the main series.
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I'm sure someone knows how to cook.But we don’t cook in the main series.
I didn’t say we don’t know how. I’m saying we don’t.I'm sure someone knows how to cook.
*Transforms* Oh you’re on.Vita will cook you the best damn meal you've ever had. Better than anything anyone else can make.
*Transforms* Oh you’re on.
And don’t underestimate a soldier’s.Don't underestimate a high school girl's capability to cook a meal.
Ryuga: *Puts maids uniform on because still a F*ck*ng girl* Oh it's Soo on!And don’t underestimate a soldier’s.
I feel like you’re roasting those who are procrastinating even more.I got my post up. Sorry it took a few days to get it done and posted.
I feel like you’re roasting those who are procrastinating even more.
Sorry for the delay, I got dragged to our holiday house and I find it pretty hard to get anything done there... so much so that stuff ends up accumulating and I get freezes...
Working on the post, I won't promise that it will be done by today yet, but it might.
That's a lie. Quirky lowkey hates everyone, but since she has to keep her chill image she doesn't dare to expose her repressed anger
Looking forward to it.
And don't worry about the delay. I was onlyhalfjoking^^
Fiiine. I’ll bear with it. Whatever.Hey now, don't fight.
*Starts to unsheathe the Myoujingiri*
You don't want to make me mad......
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There had been a time when I might have scolded another for the words his master just professed, and had it not been for certain events, I very well might have. He believed in luck, but no deity. Certainly randomness was a fact of nature, but luck was in itself a contradiction- oriented randomness, the patterns of the random, favoritism of happenstance. A rational force or higher being, that was too much to believe, but how could one deny the confluence of coincidences as anything other than a sure science? He who opens an umbrella inside a house brings out misfortune, as the very atoms of malice (how else would the universe know which things punish and which things reward, given the absurdity of the proposition of deities?) bring about an all but natural chain reaction that ultimately awakens whatever precisely vague implication "bad luck" would bring to oneself. Nonetheless, my scolding would hardly be productive. If my life showed anything, it was that people would quickly judge even if you didn't actually imply these absurdities with your actions nor your words, nor any other attitude you've taken.
I resisted the urge to whistle a little tune as I continued to gather mana in my statues while my master began his "prayers" to whomever might be listening. Besides just demanding the appearance of some being he didn't know (nor which, quite honeslty, even I did) his main focus was all about his father, and indeed it showed. It was the father's role to be stern and teach the child of respect and honor, of duty and command. The mother could give love, and they could give wit. A child that knows love but not restraint surprises none that knows of their predicament, when they call upon forces greater than them to their biding as if a master to a servant.
At least with me, he had the excuse of us actually being master and servant.
<Master, if I may speak in such bold manner before your greatness, perhaps more humble words, beffiting that which us of inferior condition might understand, would be more adequate. For, though you might be superior to such force, in account not of power but in the might of tears shed or withheld, the brute savage might still pull on the very chains that mark his position and thus severily injure their superior. Even a docile animal, or a nest of bees holed up in their nest, might if provoked come to cause havoc, not due to greatness greater than those upon whom havoc is caused- otherwise how could my words resonate with the stance you appear to hold towards it- but because those that mocked and pocked forgot their inability to stop what force there might be.>
Hopefully this would get a couple gears to turn. I had my doubts, very many of them. that the caretaker of darkness would actually make an appearance on this day. One could never be too safe with beings capable of feats over which those two gambled, using a holy grail like a toy. If we could at least avoid being killed by our very sponsor out of spite or retribution, that would be a good step forward.
<In any case, it appears that I am finished collecting the mana. For our options, we could return to the mansion so that I may complete the trolley train. Another option would be continuing our "patrol", yes. I think such a name would be appropriate. If continue our "patrol", then we could pass by the bookshop. It would be an adequate place to read that newspaper as well, and furthermore I'm a little ashamed to say that I have been quite enjoying the books I've been provided. It's like theater or a conversation, but without the noise and within the best stage it could find, the confines of my own mind...Oh, and of course, there's the commossion I mentioned earlier, which you were so kind as to pay no heed to.>
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Mentions: QuirkyAngel (keeper of darkness)
Interacting With: Gundam Watcher 27 (Ryuga)
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Once I manage to get going, it's usually relatively quick. I just need a post plan and to remove the blocks that keep me from actually typing out what I plannedWell that was fast.
That's what she said.Well that was fast.
That's a lie. Quirky lowkey hates everyone, but since she has to keep her chill image she doesn't dare to expose her repressed anger
Once I manage to get going, it's usually relatively quick. I just need a post plan and to remove the blocks that keep me from actually typing out what I planned
Eh, I'm basically like taking a test where you can consult the internet, but the internet is slow that day.^model efficiency.
Even when I plan things out, writing can take a while. I blame perfectionism. The kind that isn't perfect even though it wants to be =P