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I said Dagger was a Dragonborn. That's probably what made you think Skyrim.

...see, the thing is, Dagger is a D&D Dragonborn. Entirely different thing.

I probably should've clarified.

in a different time, if I'd had more guts way back in 2014, I would have written up Permission based on AU versions of these two.)

Not even the right continuum. Or the right sort of Dragonborn.

Skyrim is a good game, but that doesn't make me part of it.

This one was written more for me than anything. ^^

I.e., me and my character would equally get our asses handed to us on a silver platter because We Are Not Gamers. So yeah, no need to go to the effort to prove a foregone conclusion. {; P

I guess there's always the chance that Gall manages to get Tom drunk on the sly and then has an advantage?

~Neshomeh, Not a Gamer.

You do know you're an Argonian, right? Just cuz you weren't actually born in Black Marsh doesn't mean you don't have swamp water in your veins. Now put up or shut up. You'll learn your fancy piece of paper doesn't beat my rock-hard skull in the real world.

I've reread this a few times, but I'm afraid I'm not really sure what's going on in this. I wish I could leave a better review for you.

What do you dislike most about your partner?

Very intense emotions in this one.

Some wounds don't really heal - even if their damage is more metaphorical.

Also: Loooorsooon. That's one hell of a lie.

I've never been to a swamp. Heard they smell awful. But if you really want to go, I've got some toys to test on your thick skull.

((Dagger unfazed. Film at 11.))

/Really, Nautilus, are you sure this is wise?/ CLUNK.

"Wise? Hah. This is tradition!" thunk, thunk, clank.

/Not any I've heard of,/ came the dark reply.

"... Will have been tradition, then? In five years' time?"

A long, long-suffering sigh. /I suppose. Really, though, this is more complicated than it needs to be, I am certain of it./

"Piiiip-lup!"

/And switching to Pokespeak to dodge the question is dodging the question, not an answer-!/

"Shhh! We're here." Creeeak-aTHUNK.

Pause.

/So, just for future reference, this series of ducts wasn't here before./

"Rule of Drama AND Rule of Funny, my dear Bobo~"

Another sigh.

/I confess to feeling intrigue - but please, don't say 'my dear' ever again./

"Fine. And now, time to set up the clingwrap!"

Me and my Gobber-original Gronckle Iron mace can take you and whatever nonsense you were grinding out for XP any time, any place.

(( Gall Fights Everyone, tonight at 9:00! ))

We'll just put that in our Very Special Non-General-Audiences Edition...

...Never took self-defense classes. And don't build weapons in their spare time.

I think I can handle a backwater primative like you.

Prepare to die, viking girl. :-P

((I'd suggest making this a real match, but I think setting up Dolphin Netplay might be a bit of a hassle. And I dunno if your machine can run Melee that way...))

As for ol' One-eye, his big schnoz was like that before I met him. You can quote me on that.

Smash, whenever the two turtledoves are off nesting. Bring snacks. I'll bring the booze.

(( I bet Gremlin has taught Gall a few games. Her top character is probably one of the huge ones like Bowser or DK on the logic that stronger is obviously better, duh, but I dunno. ))

My whole culture evolved around fighting giant lizards giant-er and scarier than you. Do you really wanna pick this fight? ∗grins, cracks knuckles∗

(( How quickly does Gall die if she tries the "scratch him behind the jaw" trick that immobilizes dragons in HtTYD? ∗g∗ ))

"Tell me you destroyed the spoiler."
"Yes."
"How could you destroy my spoiler?"

"Tell me you destroyed the spoiler."
"Yes."
"How could you destroy my spoiler?"


I thought this movie was a huge improvement over the first one, and I say that as someone who really did enjoy the first Ant-Man. (*sticks tongue out at doc*)

Ghost in particular was the best part for me; Marvel has been really stepping up their game as of late with their villains, making them much more complex and nuanced. My personal theory is that she's going to be the one to save Scott from the Quantum Realm—from the way the Pyms were talking, it sounded like all they had to do to get him back was push a button (probably made improvements on the tunnel for easy access after what happened with Janet). And then they'll team up with the remaining Avengers to help take down Thanos.

As for the Pyms all getting poofed: They'll come back along with everyone else, I guarantee it. If and when Marvel kills off characters permanently, it'll be the old guard, the actors who are ready to move on and let others take the reins. The snap was easily undone in the comics, once Nebula got her hands on the Infinity Gauntlet, and I have no doubt that's what will happen here, too.

(Side note: Everyone in my theater gasped at the first end-credits scene. It was great.)

Anyway... I loved this movie and really want to see more of Ghost in the future.

The sting of the needle was nothing compared to the agony he’d felt over the past sixteen years. He was a warrior now—no, more than that. He was a champion. He'd earned his tattoos at long last—the mark of a favored gladiator.

“You did good out there today, kid,” Mako said. The older gladiator was leaning against the wall to watch the progress being made on 8386071’s skin. Already, both arms, legs and his torso had been adorned, and his face was almost finished.

“Thank you,” 8386071 said, smiling up at him.

“The Master’s pleased for now, but don’t get ahead of yourself,” the attending overseer, Harkon, grunted. “Just because you got those marks doesn’t mean I can’t still whip you, boy.”

8386071 resisted the urge to duck his head. “Of course, sir.”

Internally, he was seething. He knew Harkon couldn’t take him in a fight, but the overseers held all the power thanks to the explosives implanted in the slaves.

One of these days, he thought to himself as the needle was finally removed from his face. One of these days, I’ll earn my freedom, and I’ll cut you down where you stand.


"Lorson?" Dax said, shaking him out of his reverie. "You alright? You looked like you were spacing out."

"Hm? No, I'm fine," Lorson said, bending over his knee again. A flap of skin had been peeled away to let him work on the implants within. "What were you sayin'?"

Dax shrugged. "Just wondering if there was a story behind the tattoos, that's all."

Lorson glanced down at his remaining arm, at the 8386071 etched into his skin.

"I just thought they looked nice," he said.

I have more of these, and spend my days using them. I have a breath weapon. I exercise regularly.

...What's the expression? Ah, yes: Come on if you think you're hard enough.

I take walks sometimes. And I have been practicing on the firing range. Not to great.

I also like beating people at competitions involving flashing lights in a box and violence. C'mon, what's your game? Smash? Street Fighter? Quake? Warcraft/StarCraft? Civ? FreeSpace? Mortal Kombat? Name your game and time. I'll take you.