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If you had to spend a year in any previous decade, which decade would you choose?
I would probably pick the 90s. I was little during that decade, so I think I'd appreciate it more as an adult. Assuming I'm going back as I am now. Which do you hate more, tobacco smoke or alcohol abuse? It's an equal hatred. Smoke just sucks, and alcohol isn't any better. Call me a straight edged boring person, but feeding harmful addictions is bad. Tobacco, in general, strikes as a huge waste. Alcohol isn't much better, but at least it isn't carcinogenic in moderation. |
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What is the greatest Slurpee flavor ever?
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Inside; Neris, Zarik, and Zissou are sitting n their usual spot. The inn is still oddly vacant.
The room is uncannily warm as it appears that Zissou has already begun working with Neris to control her fire. She is visibly upset, but is oddly quiet about it. Zarik and Roff are discussing something between them until Zarik notices Bel and becons him over. "Listen, Roff," Zarik says as he comes into hearing range, "I don't care what you say. I refuse to accept that you're just going to have up and boarded us for the better part of a month without payment." "C'mon lad." Roff replies, "It be payment 'nuff tha' I got tae see ye after so man' 'ears. Jes accept mah hospi'ali'y 'n' leave it a' tha'!" "I can't do that..." stopping when he notices Bel standing next to him, turning to face him, he cuts his conversation with Roff off, "So. Now that things have fallen off. What's your plan since Cai's not gonna be around?" Not waiting for a response, he continues, "I need to get back to Ada and work on a project. Zissou's gonna be coming with me, and he agreed to mentor Neris for me. I don't imagine you want to stay here, but I dunno how you enjoy... Uh... Urbia." Turning his attention back to Roff, he drops a small pouch of coins loudly onto the table and says, "You're accepting this as payment. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer. We took more than would be considered acceptable anywhere else." "Och, fine." Roff says, with feigned genuineness, "Lemme jus' put et in mah till o'er a't tha bar." Picking up the pouch and tapping Zarik on the shoulder and turning to walk away. Perceptive eyes would notice the pouch tied to Zarik's belt before Roff stepped away from the table. "Enjoy yer trip 'home, lads 'n' lass. Stay safe." |
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Favorite fighting game character?
That guy from that one game. I totally play enough fighting games to care. |
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"Alright, then." Zarik says, "That settles that. I think we need to get our shit gathered and head out."
Tapping Neris on the shoulder, he says, "Time to cool it. Literally. Let's go." Neris finally breaks her silence and shrieks, "Easier said than done!" while on the verge of angry tears. Perking a brow at Zissou, then to Neris, back to Zissou, he says, "Oooookay. Am I missing something?" Zissou merely responds with, "Perhaps it is a bit cruel, but I used magic to manipulate her emotional state and instructed her to fluctuate her temperature to that which fit her mood. Judging from Belgarion's reaction, I suppose she may have overdone it slightly. I heatproofed everything before setting her off, except for him. Naturally, due to his absence." "What did you do?" Zarik questions. "I instilled more context as to the urgency of your saving her and forced her to relive latent memories." the old man replies, "As for gathering of our belongings, While you were out doing whatever it was you were doing. Likely chewing Arendal a new seat in his breeches. I took the liberty of gathering mine and Neristhana's belongings. Leaving only yourself and Belagarion to tidy up." Neris bursts into tears and sobs, "How did I not realize all of that was so wrong at the time? I'm sorry that I did what I did, and I regret how I behaved even more now!" The heat having broken and beginning to abate as she cries, having rushed to Zarik and hugging him tightly, using him as an oversize handkerchief. "A lot of things that I can't blame you for is how." Zarik says, placing a hand on her head, ignoring the tears and snot soaking into his shirt. Turning his attention to Zissou, he says, "I still think it's scary how you and Cai just kinda injected knowledge into her." Wrenching himself free of the tiny woman's grasp, he peels his shirt off and tosses it onto her head, causing her to wad it up and bury her face into it. "I'm going to clear out my room now. You probably oughta do that too, Bel. We'll hit the road for the city when you're ready, unless you can teleport us there like how you brought us back here yesterday." Then he turns to leave. "It is a highly debated as unethical in practice." Zissou states as Zarik turns to leave, "But it tends to only work on feeble minds. I am sure you find it questionable as well, but given her age and how under-educated she is, I feel for her growth to happen in a timely manner... Shortcuts must be taken. Forgive us." Zarik waves a hand as he reaches the stairs, and calls back, "I can forgive it as long as you're not teaching her more than should be known. Just make sure she knows to keep mum on her 'hyper tutelage'." "Naturally." Zissou laughs. Neris pulls herself out of Zarik's shirt and gives a look of utter befuddlement. "Come, child." Zissou says, tugging on Neris' arm, "We shall await them outside." She follows he old man out, clumsily due to having buried her face into Zarik's shirt again. |
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Zarik comes out of the inn in a new white shirt and a bag over his shoulder, just in ime to heard Zissou respond to Bel.
"Well, from what I can tell, we have nothing of any pressing import that we cannot focus our efforts on teaching Neristhana the proper way to connect the proverbial dots." the old man says, "I know Zarik has a new pet project that will be keeping him preoccupied, but I know I do not have anything to do. Except to, perhaps, pay the guild a visit." Neris looks at Zissou quizzically, but remains silent. "That's all well and good, but what are we doing to get home, guys?" Zarik asks. "Belgarion says he remembers the stables and your office as potential teleportation targets." Zissou responds. "Where would you suggest?" "Eh, probably the office. If we're in luck, we might even be the only ones in there!" Zarik says with a mildly irritated tone. "What do you mean by 'might', Zarik." Neris asks, wiping her nose on the shirt. "Let's just leave it at people using my office that shouldn't be." Zarik responds flatly. "As for 'having it in me', even the lawful err to chaos when the good to be brought requires it." Zissou says, "the cruelty and questionable ethics come into play when used for nefarious purposes." |
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My horse is stuck on a mountainside again. I don't remember buying a goat. |
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The party steps through the portal and into the office. There is a pungent odor to the air caused by the various chemicals and components used in the manufacturing and fabrication practices the foundry processes on a daily basis.
Zarik takes a deep breath through his nose and releases a sigh, "Never thought I'd see the day I would feel nostalgic for this place's stench, but here we are!" "And to think you may have jested at the scent of consumable magic components was difficult to stomach." Zissou says in a jovially mocking tone, "I am uncertain how I did not notice this smell when we were first here those, what? Two to three weeks ago?" "Yeah, yeah..." Zarik hand waves, "Both of our professions smell bad. Taking the time away kinda detoxed me a bit from it, but that's beside the point." Neris pulls a grimace of mild disgust due to the sudden assault on her olfactory reception. "This place stinks..." She says. "You'll get used to it." Zarik replies. "At least it's better than where we found you. Better the smell of cleaning agents and lubricants than moss, fungus, and whatever the dragons were doing." "If you say so..." Neris says, clamping her nose shut. The next several months pass quickly, but never did a day pass where the absence of Caionna wasn't felt. Nevertheless, the group did what needed to be done to distract themselves from the anxiety of missing their friend. Zarik kept himself busy with running his business by advising his managers on how things should be run. He also committed his demands to the dragons of Twilight Reach and further negotiated his intention with them, putting them in their place where the original exchange had been conveyed incorrectly. In the downtime of being taskmaster, he would see to Neris' martial training and support her when she needed it. Eventually leading to him teaching her to fly. Zissou followed through on his obligation to Neris by teaching her how to focus on the magical side of her skill set, as well as teaching her the gaps in her knowledge and how to function in situations requiring regality. When not mentoring her, he would use his free time to visit the magician's guild to visit former colleagues as well as regale any who would listen on the adventures he had been on since going his separate way with the establishment. Aren tried to keep a low profile when it came to things pertaining to Neris. Instead, he would help Zarik on side projects, as well as pay penance for his indiscretion during the recent adventure. He was threatened with demeaning work, and it was delivered unto him. All the while, Belgarion had assisted in any place he could when it came to educating the phoenix. From assisting Zissou in magical tutelage to assisting Zarik in various combat scenarios. Occasionally laughing at Aren's expense. As for Neris' progress, she made leaps and bounds toward being a normal, productive person. She gained the ability to control her natural fire, as well as use a wider arrangement of fire-based magic; fight with her natural weapons, as well as simple tools like knives. While working on her sonic-based skill set, she also taught herself to sing with actual melody. She met Zarik's requirements with brilliance, as well as come to the understanding of what his intentions were. As a result, he reluctantly relents and accepts her as his partner. One day, out of the blue; a portal appears in the rec room of the foundry, where the group had started to gather for downtime. Out steps an utterly disheveled Caionna. Her hair is once again its floor-length, but is unkempt and frizzy. She has distinct sleep deprivation bags under her eyes, and her very plain outfit is notably wrinkled and uncharacteristically untidy. Looking as if she's ready to collapse from exhaustion, she mumbles, "Hey guys. I was getting lonely, so I tossed something together to make it safe to bring you guys to keep me company." Aren and Zarik are finishing up a game of pool, so Zarik is lining up a shot as he notices Cai appear, "Eight ball, corner pocket." but miscues and ends up scratching in surprise, giving Aren the game. "Holy shit, Cai... You look like hell. You alright?" Aren laughs at Zarik losing the game, and says, "Thanks, man. It's about time you ease up!" Looking at Cai, he says, "Damn... And I thought Zarik was tired today." Zissou sees Cai and smiles broadly, "I am glad to see that you have returned to us safely. Exhausted, but safe. And tired to exertion rather than being sapped, if your appearance is anything to go by." Cai merely grunts in acknowledgement, not having anything to say. Neris would comment, but she is soundly asleep on one of the couches near the pool table Zarik was playing on. |
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Cai almost instantly nods off in Bel's grasp. Snapping herself awake, she wraps her arms around him and says, "I missed you too, more than you know. There were a few accidents, I'll admit... Which is why I'm so tired. If it wasn't for the other gods investigating the sudden shift on my plane and investigating, I probably wouldn't have been able to return right now." As she speaks, her words slur as she fights drifting off into slumber.
"That probably isn't good." Zarik says in response to Cai's sluggish speech, "Do you want to rest before actually talking to us?" "No..." She responds with a lazy hand wave, leaning heavily into Bel's chest. "I want you guys to see what I've done, and try to help me make it more homely." "Are you certain it is stable?" Zissou questions, "It seems unwise to introduce others to an unstable dimension." "It's fine." Cai replies, "I promise. If you're worried about floating off into nothing, don't be. I made a habitable area that can serve as our hub world. Complete with totally isolated rooms for people to stay in." "Eh, I'm looking for something to do anyway." Zarik says after a pause. He walks over to Neris on the couch and tries to shake her awake, "Hey. Cai's back. And she wants us to see what she's been working on. Get up. Let's go." He gets nothing in response but a petulant snort. Walking back to the pool table, he picks up his cue stick and turns back toward his dead-to-the-world girlfriend. He takes sloppy aim and jabs the cue tip at Neris' breasts. The stick makes purchase briefly in the soft flesh, then bounces back out and skids across her shirt, leaving a distinct blue streak from the chalk on her colorful shirt. The sudden jab awakens her, as intended. She squawks in protest, "Alright! 'm up! Was that necessary?" "Yes." Zarik says with the biggest shit-eating grin. "Besides, who told you you could sleep if I had to be here and be social." She looks down at her shirt and sees the chalk mark. Her piercing blue eyes flare into a red as she shrieks, "WHAT THE FUCK ZARIK!? This better not leave a stain!" "And if it does?" He taunts. "No sex for a week!" she blurts out. "Whatever will I DO?" He snarks, "Maybe actually get some fucking sleep!" Neris gasps, taken aback. "What?" Zarik scoffs in return, "Everything we've done has been your idea!" Cai's reaction to the shriek is one of complete alert. "I see things have gone the way you dictated to her, given her protest. And you seem to be rubbing off on her." "I would certainly fucking hope so!" Zarik exclaims, "The little cunt breeds like a fucking rabbit!" realizing he completely misconstrued what Cai meant, he quickly backpedals, "I mean, when you spend enough time around a person, their mannerisms kinda blend into your own." Neris continues to act shocked and appalled by Zarik airing their dirty laundry, but Zarik merely gives her a don't even get me started glare, which shuts her up. "Are you two done bickering?" Aren asks, "I kinda want to see what Cai has come up with. Assuming she's not still mad at me." Cai merely gives a glare of apathy, too tired to do anything more. She then lets go of Bel and beckons the group through the portal.
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The party comes through the portal to a strange platform in an expanse of pitch black flecked with blips of white light in the extreme distance. The platform they appeared on is framed with a tall golden fence that has a singular opening straight ahead. Outside of that fence is a short stairwell that leads to another similarly fenced area with a pavilion with picnic tables situated under it. Street lamps punctuate the corners of the fenced area, while ordinary lamps illuminate the pavilion. From the perspective of the stairs down, the corner to the left houses a door frame with seemingly nothing behind it. A placard hung lazily and lopsidedly reads 'Rest your weary soul, traveler.' In the corner to the right leads out to a viewing platform that overlooks what appears to be the forming of a planet with a large pot with what appears to be a small sapling sitting as the focal point in the center. The sapling is orbited by six colored orbs of red, yellow, green, blue, gold, and silver. The purpose of the sapling and orbs is not immediately apparent. And finally, the corner straight across leads to what appears to be a darker, more peaceful, seating area that more closely resembles the tavernesque nature of the pocket worlds the party had hitherto been accustomed to. Cai walks down to the pavilion area and says as she turns to the group, "It isn't much, but it should help feel like home. As you can see, I still have a lot of work to do... But I feel we can get back to business as usual with what we have now." Pointing to the door to her right with the sign, she says, "If you need to retire to a room, just approach the door and it will send you to a room tailored to your needs. While intended to be solo, it can... Accommodate... for pairs or groups." Shooting a glance at Zarik and Neris, then locking gaze with Bel. "The rooms are even magically segregated such that they are entirely private. Surely I don't need to elaborate why." Glaring daggers at Aren. "Oooh! Sounds exciting!" Neris chirps, "C'mon Zar! I can't wait!" Grabbing his arm and trying to drag the comparative behemoth toward the door. "You most certainly can." Zarik states, standing firm. "If you were too tired to socialize and had to be woken up, you're too tired to do anything else." This is a clear attempt to get time alone to rest, himself. "Okay, fine!" Neris squawks in protest. Then heads to the door and disappears behind it. Zarik follows suit, but goes into his own room. Zissou steps down and toward the observation platform, "I wish to admire your handiwork. I shall be gazing upon the fledgling world if needed." Aren shrugs and says, "I guess I should piss off, too. Cai probably doesn't want me around more than I have to. Not gonna push my luck, either way." Heading toward the door, he says, "If you need me, you know where to find me." |
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ever play an snk fighter?
No, but I know that Hoes Mad™ about Terry Bogard being in Smash. All I know is that he's an SNK character. I know nothing about Fatal Fury though. What video game generates the best memes? Probably Animal Crossing. Since it's a slice-of-life game, you can do ANYTHING with it. Most of the fun of watching streams of it is watching headcanon of the town evolve and warp into a monstrosity. Gonna play a game instead of watch the Superb Owl? I worked until 8:00 last night. Puckerfucked around the board and made half of my RP post before getting roped into a Link to the Past Randomizer Multiworld with two buddies at around midnight. I could not possibly care less about Sports Ball™. |
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I'll one-up that by going the opposite direction: Add a thread tracker that notifies only selected threads in an ignored forum. |
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"Not exactly pocket dimensions." Cai tries to explain, "More instantiated rooms. It's hard to explain, but you don't leave this plane in any sense to enter."
Looking at the doorway, she shrugs, and says, "Is it really all that strange? What do you find harder to believe? The fact we're floating around in space, or the fact that the inn is incorporeal?" Sitting down at one of the tables, she puts her head down. "Maybe it'll strike me as odd after I've had the chance to sleep a bit. I'm absolutely exhausted, but I can't fall asleep." |
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"I don't know why I can't sleep." Cai responds, "Could it be anxiety of the world creation going wrong again? Could it be yearning to be near you again? I was instructed to just let the world to its own devices and let it form on its own. Yet I can't help but still want to pour energy into it. And I have missed you so much. Part of me feels at ease enough to sleep now that you're here, but another part of me wants to enjoy your company."
Pausing a moment, she considers Bel's suggestion. "You know what... That sounds nice. Strictly sleep though." She gets up and weakly tugs at Bel's shirt, her insomnia giving way making it difficult to remain upright. |
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Cai is practically allowing herself to be dragged to the door, her body becoming heavy as sleep attempts to overtake her. She mumbles in a barely comprehensible volume, "Why am I so sleepy all of a sudden? I was tired, but this is ridiculous."
Reaching the door, she reaches out to it and touches the door knob. The door reacts with a small flash and swings open to a modestly sized room with a distinct crystalline chandelier giving off a distinct, yet faint, purple hue to the lighting of the room. In the far left corner is a partition large enough for a king-sized bed, in the near adjacent corner sits a privacy screen. There is a hearth on the right side wall with a gentle flame burning to maintain warmth in the room. The rest of the room is furnished with rugs, a sofa, several tables with two chairs at each. Feebly wriggling out of Bel's assistive grasp, she staggers over to the partition to get changed. |
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Are you aware of the Year 2038 problem?
Should I? |
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"I'll be fine." Cai says as she undresses clumsily, bumping into the partition and making it jostle ever so slightly.
A few moments later, there is a soft glow of purple coming from behind the screen. She steps out from behind the partition on the opposite end as she entered. Dressed in a low-cut silken lavender-colored nightgown with thin straps that drapes over her and reaches not even halfway down her thigh. She conspicuously lacks her extraneous appendages of horns, wings, and tail, her scales are still intact, however. She sleepily curls her finger to summon Bel, then begins moving toward the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she gazes over to await him. It doesn't take long before her head droops and she begins falling forward. |
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"I did sleep occasionally." Cai mutters as she slumps over in a feeble attempt to lay down next to Bel, "But The loneliness and an encounter with one of the other gods had me nervous about falling asleep alone. I feel safer now that I'm not alone."
Since she fell with her back toward him, she scoots herself back and into him before quickly dozing off with soft, yet prominent, snoring. |
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What is Mick Gordon's greatest composition?
Uh.... |
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Which came first: The Torchic or the egg?
Re: title I'm not into black girls, so I can't exactly agree. |
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