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indispensible) wrote2013-10-05 11:37 am
indispensible) wrote2013-10-05 11:37 am
Entry tags:
- dancing :o :o :o,
- i'm trav'ling at the speed of liiiiight,
- jimothy i wish you would just not,
- kelsier is such a douchebag,
- marsh honey chill,
- mistborn are mysterious,
- mistborn need not make sense,
- nathan wuornos has two left feet,
- nobody fuck with the little wolf,
- not a queen a khaleesi,
- president of the avoiding vin club,
- secret mistborn club,
- stark shouldn't be allowed to name thing,
- we have to get to the internet
three. voice & private & spam. glory & gore go hand in hand.
If there were people who wanted to learn to dance, I know . . . other kinds.
I don't know how to cha-cha. Mark can teach that one once he wakes up. [:|]
[Also, Nathan, you don't get a choice.]
private } stark
[You probably don't get a choice either.]
What are you doing.
private } kelsier
I need to.
We should talk.
spam } marsh
[Vin is currently playing a stimulating game of 'acclimatize myself to Marsh's presence', which manifests in following him around for five-minute bursts at random times of day, whenever he emerges from his sad cocoon. She's not making a particular effort to conceal herself in any way at all. She just knows he won't do it.]
private } arya
I don't know your warden. How is she?
spam } polly
[Now Vin is playing a rousing game of 'follow Polly around to figure out her habits and possibly weaknesses'. Still not making a tremendous effort to hide her presence.]
private } morgana
I saw you in the breach. You smiled more, then. [Slightly bemused by this.]
spam } open
[She probably didn't realize the extent to which she felt trapped, before now. But while she isn't precisely happy, her step is a little lighter, especially with her wolfhound at her side.]
[She spends hours in the CES, once she catches an iteration of it with brightest skies and most sharply defined white clouds. Almost no time on the ground, though - she practices with coins, pleased not to be able to rely on metal in the deck for jumps. It's the work of precision and angles that pleases her.]
[After a few hours of this, she rests at the top of a smallish pine tree, examining its sap, while Clifford sits at the root and whines at her to get down occasionally.]
I don't know how to cha-cha. Mark can teach that one once he wakes up. [:|]
[Also, Nathan, you don't get a choice.]
private } stark
[You probably don't get a choice either.]
What are you doing.
private } kelsier
I need to.
We should talk.
spam } marsh
[Vin is currently playing a stimulating game of 'acclimatize myself to Marsh's presence', which manifests in following him around for five-minute bursts at random times of day, whenever he emerges from his sad cocoon. She's not making a particular effort to conceal herself in any way at all. She just knows he won't do it.]
private } arya
I don't know your warden. How is she?
spam } polly
[Now Vin is playing a rousing game of 'follow Polly around to figure out her habits and possibly weaknesses'. Still not making a tremendous effort to hide her presence.]
private } morgana
I saw you in the breach. You smiled more, then. [Slightly bemused by this.]
spam } open
[She probably didn't realize the extent to which she felt trapped, before now. But while she isn't precisely happy, her step is a little lighter, especially with her wolfhound at her side.]
[She spends hours in the CES, once she catches an iteration of it with brightest skies and most sharply defined white clouds. Almost no time on the ground, though - she practices with coins, pleased not to be able to rely on metal in the deck for jumps. It's the work of precision and angles that pleases her.]
[After a few hours of this, she rests at the top of a smallish pine tree, examining its sap, while Clifford sits at the root and whines at her to get down occasionally.]
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I know what the consequences were be, if I confused what little I know about you with what I know about him. And I'm not willing to pay them yet.
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When will you be? Or, under what conditions will you be?
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It made you worse?
[Private]
[That still scares her, just the smallest bit.]
[Private]
[She's known so much insanity from so many different places; the word 'mad' itself means nothing to her.]
[Private]
[The pit left her madder than Wonderland, but that doesn't matter. It started here.]
[Private]
How long has it not? Made sense.
[Private]
But things that aren't fair often don't make sense.