When someone wakes me up
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When someone wakes me up
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A lovely Rapier and Parrying Dagger set, Italy, ca. 1600, from Czerny’s International Auction House.
A stunning chiseled Swept-hilt Rapier, French or Italian, ca. 1560-1570, from Hermann Historica.
A flamberged Rapier, Italy, ca. 1600, from Hermann Historica.
What is a Rapier?
A Rapier is a one-handed, thrust-centric sword common to the Renaissance. The word first begins to be used in France in the late 15th century, referring to swords as an “Epée Rapiere,” and it continues to see common use into the mid 17th century, and even into the 18th century in countries such as Spain.
Common sub-types of Rapier include the swept hilt,
cup hilt,
pappenheimer,
and ring hilt (also called a seven ring, or some variation thereupon,)
and the rapier is likely the weapon which has the most manuals written on its use. Contrary to popular belief, Rapiers are not particularly light swords, sometimes weighing as much as longswords, up to 5 lbs/2.25 kg.
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watching my friend play crisis core…
What?? I totally didn’t spend literally all day working on the magic circle for Apocalypse from Crisis Core haha what thats craaaaaaaazyyyyyy It took me so long to make and I worked on it across three different applications hhhh all for Genesis Rhapsodos. Someone had to.
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My soul, corrupted by vengeance, Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey, In my own salvation, And your eternal slumber.
Squawking when his SOLDIER hearing picked up on a certain silver haired Geneal speaking about him, “DAH! You try keeping an eye on a noisy and hyper puppy!! Even teaching him to use Materia was tough, until Angeal had to assist in the lessons and keep the wayward puppy on task.” nearly setting something on fire when overhearing of how he was like to others and simmering down a bit, “Although I’m used the pup now since Angeal tries to keep a good handle on the hyper puppy, plus... who’s to say he’s good entertainment when sent running about or something? Even if he does wear on my nerves occasionally and messing with my book by hiding it from me... hmm!” ruffled of how either Zack or his two friends hide his beloved book at times when leaving him worried sick of the special book before snapping at them with words before cooled down afterwards since Angeal and or Seph be the ones to calm the fireball redhead.
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Pokes his sleepyhead out from his den of a room and quite disheveled, “I feel very stiff and ruffled… hnn…” not too happy of that but doing his best to stretch and not be too cranky from a long sleep, “Never again of trying to do the hibernation thing… least it wasn’t a science tube for heaven’s sake. Ugh…” stumbling around with that half awake look then draping over his couch.
Angeal blinked at Genesis. He never had bedhead, this was rather interesting. He scuttled upwards to him with his PHS and snapped a picture quickly.
Hasty in his attempt to get up when hearing something scuttle close and quite confused, “Hmm?!” brushing his bangs with his hand and trying to be quite preened, “What did you do? I... oh good grief...” his mind was muddled from sleep that his words and poetic tongue weren’t working properly at the moment.
Pokes his sleepyhead out from his den of a room and quite disheveled, “I feel very stiff and ruffled... hnn...” not too happy of that but doing his best to stretch and not be too cranky from a long sleep, “Never again of trying to do the hibernation thing... least it wasn’t a science tube for heaven’s sake. Ugh...” stumbling around with that half awake look then draping over his couch.
The world is a book, and those who don’t travel read only a page.
Saint Augustine (via thoughtkick)
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