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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.]
spam
- I know you don't care. I was saying that more for myself than anything.
I'm Vin.
spam
[But she's all for humoring others sometimes.]
It's been a pleasure convincing you, Vin.
spam
[pls]
spam
[Far, far more annoying.]
I imagine I'm in for worse from Arya anyway for longer than a day's worth of following.
spam
[p a u s e]
What's a camel?
spam
[Though Polly is moderately surprised Arya hasn't gotten frustrated by Polly's lack of ire or even mildly annoyed response to the slur. She just carries on the conversation like nothing unusual happened.]
An animal. Don't have any where you're from?
spam
[She shakes her head.]
We don't have a lot of things where I'm from. It's been interesting to learn.
[She wonders what makes camel cunts especially terrible, and then decides she doesn't want to know.]
spam
Well, you're certainly a breath of fresh air.
[Seriously. She's seen some narrow-mindedness in her time, but the Barge makes it a competitive sport.]