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I'm also on Flight Rising. I believe I joined it before knowing about the PPC...

I don't remember my username lol. Something along the lines of "MedeiaUmbre."

But it's good to see others who play things I play.

Semi-functional? I'm jealous! We only have one brain cell here and I think the oldbies are hoarding it :p.

Here, have a full set of roleplaying dice, from a d4 to a d20. Have fun guessing the pattern!

And... so I hear you like Flight Rising. What's your screenname, can I send you a friend request, and what's your lore like (if you have any)? Asking because I'm sort of the community Pied Piper when it comes to the sweet dragon game. (No, seriously, I can think of half a dozen people I've dragged into it from the PPC off the top of my head. If you see someone from the PPC on FR, with the exception of Mikel, chances are, they were dragged into it by an enthusiastic Cal. I'm even part of the Glitterdom team!)

cough I mean, hello SOS. Have a glass frog!

I'm Kittyauthor, who answers to anything but Kat and Cat (KitKat is fine though).

I'll spend them carefully :)

Glad to have you with us, Shrike.

Have two cents, so you can add them to discussions!

before realization sank in. "Oh, no, she doesn't know yet either. I can sort of..." There was a slight pause, though what it was borne of was difficult to tell. "...create information paradoxes. So she asked me to find something for her performance."

Tash hopped back down from the convenient barrel and shook out her robes. "It is a vast space, with much to see. You may lead the way, as I do not know the mind of the god you serve, nor what she seeks."

—doctorlit

I'd heard bad things about the movie but I didn't realize HOW BAD it really was! Thank you for sacrificing your brain cells for us.

Ah, hi! My name is ShriekingOrneryShrike, due to a joke about birds my friend made. I also answer to Shrieking, Shrike, Ornery, or SOS ("hey you" and similar also works).

I used to lurk on the board a lot as a kid before I got sidetracked or lost interest or whatever happened, but I recently ran across a badfic in my never-ending hunt for more content and immediately thought of you guys. So now I'm back, as a semi-functional mostly-adult, and hopefully I'll actually interact with y'all this time!

My usual fandoms are Star Wars (esp. the clone wars era), Warrior Cats, The Hobbit, Dragon Age, and Ranger's Apprentice/Brotherband Chronicles. Occasionally I'll dip into Narnia, Mass Effect, or Flight Rising if I find something that really strikes my fancy. Other interests include Norse mythology (I just think they're neat), drawing, video games, bad jokes, and writing original fic.

...I will remeber that.

...but try to keep introduction stuff to your original introduction thread. Yes, I know you might feel bad about only replying to one person in your thread, but it's part of the etiquette to write only one thread about one topic.

Enjoy your time here, by the way!

((As in, once school stops throwing things in my face for two seconds. Part 2 will be out sometime between Monday night and Wednesday.))

So waaaay back when I was a very tiny Scape, I was massively into Red Dwarf. I used to be able to recite entire episodes from memory. I was the Dwarfer equivalent of hS, and I don't say that lightly. However, I wasn't able to keep up with the newer stuff, nor have I read the novelizations after Better Than Life. There's a lot of stuff I missed. But I'm still a huge fan.

Also Robot Wars, which is a robot fighting program that was once described as the world's first vegan blood sport. But you all know about that already. =]

A god, even a speedster god, can always be fashionably late.

El-Ahrairah declined to use his powers for this, though. Instead he simply sauntered into the Arboretum in a manner that implied "saunter" ought best be followed by "vaguely downwards". His boots crunched on the occasional dry, fallen leaf. His long, rangy limbs swung with a languid grace. And the silver ferrule of his swagger stick klik, klik, klik-ed along the ground, the four-four time of it audible even over the noise of his assembled hangers-on as they followed behind him like a carnival procession, or possibly a crusade.

On second thoughts, perhaps he had been using his powers after all.

The rabbit god stopped, holding up his cane as he did so. The followers stopped behind him, though they weren't stood still. Rabbits milled about among the crowds, hopping here and chewing on the Arboretum's lawn there.

"Yavanna!" His voice was electroswing, all brass and artifice. "My comrade in godhood! That it should come to this." He shook his head, amidst booing from the crowd; a tap of the stick silenced them. And how was it tapping with that echoing klik anyway? The ground was grassy and soft with dew. "What was even the cause of this war in Heaven? Rabbits harassing you? Perhaps one of my non-leporine worshippers ate one of your costumes in the mistaken belief it was a helping of broccoli? A hare in your soup, maybe?"

A dutiful laugh from the followers, mob-happy and showing teeth.

"But we know why this truly is, Yavanna. Why this must be." A wave of the cane silenced the crowd. "You know full well that the father of my mortal vessel, for all his noble qualities, has taken umbrage with our godhood. With all us gods. He heeds only his own counsel, and that of those who would enable him. Frith knows he heeds not reason." Another rolling laugh passed through the crowd, fake rabbit ears bobbing in mirth. "He seeks our ends, harvester. An end to divinity. And for all the gifts of the kind old Sun I have been given, I can no more control him than I can the sea. I wonder how your vessel's own father took your ascension? But only briefly, I assure you; Feanorians are beneath my notice."

The cane lashed out at the air, a stave on a blank page. "That it should come to this," El-Ahrairah said again. "That mortal bonds should sunder the unity of the divine. That mortal animus be rewarded so."

El-Ahrairah jerked forward, a lucky follower catching the sheath of his swordstick and nearly swooned from feeling a relic of the gods in her hand. The blade glittered in the light of the Arboretum, dappled leaf shadows dancing across the silver steel.

"I don't want to hurt you, Yavanna," he said, and now his tone was serious and sad. "And I am sorry that now I must."

((Arrives at the RP three weeks late with Starbucks))

theyre cool

idk what to say it was a good fic UwU

part 2 when

True, China's view on magic was different. If you were magical you would most likely be feared or respected.

AVE S THE ONE WHO LOOKS THIRTEEN. NOT ELAN. ABSOLUTELY NOT ELAN. AND SHE THE FOURTH AVIATOR, A GUY WHO LOOKED IN HIS TWENTIES, WHEN THEY DID DATE.

in a huge rush will get the rest another time but thanks for the review and AVE IS THIRTEEN NOT ELAN AAAH I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE IT LOOKED LIKE THAT

~*A_u

((Typos courtesy of only correcting 1-2 autocorrect/inaccurate swiping typos and leaving the rest. Also, ack, Unfortunate Implications. Absolutely not intentional, but given this was purposefully written fairly quickly and not really edited, I did not catch that. This is the...Seventh Aviator, if I remember correctly. She looks like a thirteen year old girl and has a scowl to make up for it. It's possible this idea has changed since last year, but at the time, I was told that was accurate. And then had the image so clearly in mind that I apparently neglected to describe it properly when attempting to write kind of carelessly. Whoops. Also, Jacques dated the Fourth Aviator in this--the blond guy who looks like Alex Dives' twin for a while, and is semi-affectionately termed Lemming Brain. They seemed like they'd maybe get along for a bit :P ~Z))

Somehow, I thought all of these chapters were going to end in a make-out. Oh well, can't have everything. And TBH it would have been weird with a love interest who apparently looks thirteen, which is a... choice. That you made. For some reason.

Unless you meant the Aviator currently looks thirteen, not Elan? Maybe? Ave was certainly the only character acting in a way that might be called intimidating at any point in this scene.

Other than that bit of deep and worrisome confusion, this was sweet, and something I could even see Jacques doing at some point, so kudos there.

Whatever you do, darling, don't mind the haters. Especially when they're as persistently and adorably wrong as MrsSupernumerary. ;3

—Lemony

Pommi admitted. "But I should know when I see it."

not to be rude, but can you remind me who you are?

Thank you guys for welcoming me in so graciously. anyways i hope you guys have a great day.