"Nice. I've just got an uncomfortably intelligent cat." His nose wrinkled. "Oromë can be such a jerk sometimes."
((-Alleb))
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"Nice. I've just got an uncomfortably intelligent cat." His nose wrinkled. "Oromë can be such a jerk sometimes."
((-Alleb))
"Cool," he said. "I've always wanted to visit a Brandon Sanderson universe, but there isn't much badfic for it. Have you read any of his other stuff?"
((Pfft, I just realized that Agent Alleb will has read everything that the author of her home continuum has written--and that means she's obsessed with pirates now.
-Alleb))
"Captain, what is wrong? What ails you?" Her hands fluttered through the air, useless. Her mother was a healer, and she knew some of the trade, but would any of that be useful in helping Steele? She might hurt the woman, rather than help.
((That's fine; I only have a mission apiece for my agent pairs.
I'd say about five to ten minutes. This will be the... eighteenth post, I believe. Huh. That went fast.
-Alleb))
"Augh!" She squeezed her eyes shut and found her head jolting forward, narrowly missing bashing Lady Alleb with her antlers. Oh, Void, what was so painful? Why was she hurting? She felt like... like that time she'd tried to fix the Casstech and had been royally shocked. All her muscles were quaking; it was almost all she could to to stay upright.
(She, ah. I haven't actually thought about that much. I've been meaning to write a slightly-extended document detailing how she and Lu met, some memorable moments from a smattering of universes (actual badfics optional), and sort of generally fast-forward to when C comes in. I may go back and write a few missions from 'before' eventually, but... well.)
(Also, how long have they been talking?)
Feb issue of Nylon mag , re - reading the HON series ( yeah , I know ....... ) and online I've been re - reading like crazy , hottopicgirl's badfics , Hermione's Talent ( 1 & 2 ) and Karaoke Night . Those are the main ones but there are MANY assorted other things . I'm quite a reader . 8D
She walked here, she walked there, she walked up, she walked down. Duane never actually said that he didn't know where he was, but Lou was deeply aware that he didn't. He tended to get quiet and sweary, when he didn't know things and didn't want Lou to know that he didn't know those things.
'Gosh, Duane. Since you don't know where Narrary-Gondy is-' she paused, grinning at Duane, waiting for him to stop swearing quietly. 'I'll have to ask someone. Who knows things, Duane.' So she stepped along, a skip in her step and a smile on her face. Her plan went as follows:
Step 1: stop when I find someone who looks like they know things.
Step 2: ask them about those things they know (like 'Where's Nareygwondlir?')
Step 3: have a great date with Nphfaregondir and get married and have babies (not right now, maybe a bit later)
The plan was unstoppable, as far as Lou saw it. No matter what butt-things Duane said with his butt-mouth.
She stopped almost instantly, quivering in the air like an arrow that's just hit a target. She looked to her side. There was a man with sunglasses, sitting at a table, some woman opposite to him. A brief wave of something cold and clammy and dark that might have been terror swept through her and disappeared when it hit the other side. He looked like the type of person who knew things. Duane wanted her to walk away and find someone else, for some reason.
'Hello!' she said to the man who looked like he knew things. 'Hi, I'm Lou. I was wondering if you knew things?'
Duane really wanted her to walk away and find someone else. That was a bit odd, Lou thought.
((Oh, also, Aegis gave the thumbs-up in DM. So we can go right ahead!))
"They pull things towards you, and with the rules of my home universe, I'm sure you know how varied these things can be."
((Wanna start Ami and Sonia's schtick here? I'm good to go whenever.))
"Just another badfic recruit from a wildly popular game," said the Pegasus Knight with a smile. "I'm a Pegasus Knight, which is pretty much what it sounds like. I still take Flora out for a flight every now and then. Gods knows she loves to stretch her wings."
"That would be nice. My partner, Sir Jesse, and I have been largely limited to The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia so far. Neither of us are familiar enough with anything else," she admitted. "What continua do you usually work in, Captain?"
((I'm still amused by the fact that Steele is a space ship captain. Alleb's home country doesn't even have a navy.
-Alleb))
"Who knows - maybe someday, the Flowers will see fit to put us on a mission together!" The cervitaur's everything seemed to have become more buoyant somehow. Excitement at work, most likely.
"It's been a bit since I read the books," he added.
((-Alleb))
Okay I'll be more serious now. Besides a relatively small pile of Dragon Age fanfiction, I'm also reading 'The Lost Stars: Imperfect Sword' by Jack Campbell, whose books (both under Jack Campbell and John G Hemry) I would thoroughly recommend to any Sci-Fi fan.
The one thing I would say is that his writing style is quite different to most other people's I've read is that he doesn't actually describe the physical characteristics of his main characters, we've gone through eleven books now in 'The Lost Fleet' and 'The Lost Fleet: Beyond the Frontier' and we still don't have a full description of the main character, John Geary. But then again, it's hardly felt like things like that are needed. The final thing I will say is that all the battles that occur in his books, especially the space battles feel so realistic, Campbell manages to plot out each and every battle in 4 dimensions and just makes each and every one of them work, he does it almost too well at times because I know I've had to actually close the book and stop and work out exactly each battle is playing out.
If the title of the series starts as 'The Lost' (or, from May onward 'The Genesis) then they all take part in the same universe and I'd recommend reading through 'The Lost Fleet' before reading 'The Lost Fleet: Beyond the Frontier' or 'The Lost Stars', 'Stark's War' is probably the least futuristic of all the books Campbell has written and the majority of it takes place on the Moon, whilst 'JAG in Space' is a lot more about the day to day running of a spaceship mixed in with some really interesting legal drama.
*ahem* I think I may have got a little distracted, oh well.
Storme Hawk
"I possess a pair of Oculator's Lenses, Tracker's Lenses, and Voidstormer's Lenses. Of course, I did not bring them with me tonight, the Oculator's Lenses most of all. That would be unspeakably rude."
She cast around frantically for a topic of conversation--an awkward pause here would be horrible--and said, "What Department do you work in, Captain? I am in the Department of Floaters."
((Ehehe.
-Alleb))
Steele smiled. "A nice game, but not one most people would introduce to their parents."
(This is going to be most entertaining.)
(Oh, and, uh. Steele has a reason for saying that Trials isn't a game most would introduce to their parents. It's a bit... risqué. Check it out at your own discretion.)
"Oh, good. I was a bit worried." He took a drink of coffee. "What Lenses do you have, if you don't mind my asking?"
((-Alleb))
((Very. Very is the answer to that question. =] ))
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Oh, there once was a maiden from over the way
With long golden curls and a face that could launch
Every ship sailed from here to the farthest-flung bay,
But her 'trothed is a shield-dwarf with pig-iron paunch
(CHORUS)
A dashing young bard, from the city he came
And many's the maiden who clung to his tales
About dragons and knights, but most heard of his name
From the husbands who'd lost like a bar loses ales
(FURTHER CHORUS)
(VERSES CONTINUE AND GET PROGRESSIVELY LEWDER UNTIL SOMEONE THROWS UP ON A SACKBUT)