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Project Rancyd
Something happened this most recent New Years Eve. Something bad. I played Rancyd Danzig, my bard who was re-cast in the Feybuckler mold several months ago and who has been rarely touched since if at all. Playing Rancyd should not be bad. I like the Feybuckler build, so much so that when Mawry finished with it and reincarnated back into a Commando build I reincarnated Rancyd for this specific…
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Slow day. May the 4th be with you :)
Nendoroid no. 302 Leg Kagamine Append ver.
So I got my little cutey today and I have got to say…this nendoroid has a way better quality than my Kirito!
It disappoints me when I think about it… ㅡㅡ.
BUT! I have noticed a lot of changes the new nendoroids have from the old ones. Starting from my Kirito (no. 295), the parts and bodies all together got a tad smaller!
Pictures or it didn’t happen right?
Writing Backwards (3)
["I met a guy a few nights ago and we've been hanging out almost every night now...His knowledge about the universe is so constrict that he says this is the only galaxy in existence, so of course having nothing absolutely better to do on my nights, I tell him bits and bits of the only sciences I know of."]
The two new friends decided to meet up at his favourite coffee house across town. Aunt Marissa didn't mind at all as long as she bought her the matcha powder she asked for.
He helps her to her seat like it was mandatory before taking his own. "This looks like a very--" she starts as she looked around the place until finally setting her eyes on the cups and cutlery that were laced with gold the waiter carried on his platter. "--A very expensive coffee house, man."
Something worth mentioning, for these two. They had a little agreement of not using their real names, or any name at all. It was he who proposed this which Alexis just gladly hopped on board on. She continued and tells him that she doesnt think that she'll be able to order anything on the menu. "I hope you can live with that." she tells him.
The waiter who was before cleaning up the table across theirs came back with two bowls of deliciously hand crafted icecream cakes and two glasses of blended coffee drinks. "Oh dear...I can't pay for this." she panicked. "Keep your socks on, I already did." he tells her to calm her down.
Alexis started digging into the sweets as soon as she found out they were free.
"Ohh! This is heavenly!"
"Haha. Before you go into a sugar coma, have you ever tried out for Cream?"
"Cream? You mean Cream Institute of Research? I did! I bloody well did, two times even! And I'm not really sure how I got rejected that many times. My resume was excellent! If I know better, someone there hates me." Alexis takes in two bites, "Just the sound of my name drives them mad, I guess."
"Have you tried penning down Doctor Whesley's name on the referral sheet? Try it again and you'll surely get in." he recommended.
"Doctor Whesley? But I don't know any doctor named Whesley. I might get in trouble!" Alexis points out.
The helping friend takes off his custom-made glasses that were evenly framed with a layer of black metal and pinched the middle of his eyes. Alexis paused her shinanigans for a while to take a moment to just look at him.
["I know we've only known eachother for a week or so, but I feel really drawn to this man...deeply, curiously drawn to him like a bug is drawn into a deadly bug zapper! I just really hope he isn't gay..."]
Writing Backwards (2)
Alexis clutches a piece of paper with an evelope behind it and kicks at the sky, throwing another big fit. It was already dark, so no child nor parent could be witness to this frightening display of anger towards something they didn't even know of.
The paper in fact, was a declination from the last two research institutions she applied for. "YOU BIG IDIOTS!" she shouted. She shouted very loud that the resting birds on one of the trees near her were startled and flew away.
A good drink was what she needed, a good but mindful amount of drinks. And so, she got up from the loamy playground and started for the convinience store just two short streets away. As she arrives and enters through the automatic doors, she was a group of high school girls picking on a chubby student while he was trying to pick out some snacks.
"Hey, Gumi! Don't eat all the food! Hahaha!" the tallest one said. She referred to him as Gumi who is a giant fluffy monster that eats everything in sight, from the popular primetime cartoon Bakanda.
She would've left it off but then they started throwing straws at him and calling him GumiGumi in chorus. "Get a life you little pricks!" she snapped. Alexis marched down past Gumi-boy and right in front of the girl's face. Even though Alexis is twenty five, she's still just five foot four, but that didn't stop her from giving them a piece of her mind.
The girls ran out of the story while calling her 'Crazy Woman'
"Kids these days..." she says then turns her attention to Gumi-boy, still having her hands on her waist like an pterodactyl ready to attack another one. "And you, Gumi! If you don't want this to keep happening, lay off the Squeezy Cheese and Fun-o-chips! There is nothing fun about getting picked on because you can't hold your appetite!"
The kid bows down in shame and answers "Yes, ma'am."
"Very good...Here, have an apple. Now give me those." she traded her basket for his, added two bottles of clear vodka.
She was set out to go back to her loamy earth bed when a man's statement stopped her "A well deserved feast for a well made speech?" he said.
Alexis turns around and finds a man who looked like he came from one of her novels.
[Tall, fair, blonde? And in a fairly expensive suit, I say. Am I dreaming? Or is he gay?]
Writing Backwards (1)
"A fine morning!" she exclaimed to herself. "A fine morning it is to write!" she said again as she locked her fingers into one another's space and stretched them away from her with a big yawn. She always started her Saturdays like this.
And clearly she was correct; today was a fine morning indeed for anything. She opens her laptop that sat on her table against the window which overlooked her backyard. With a push of the power button, the computer was brought back to life and already had a file opened. It was her short novel or novel (she couldn't decide well because she isn't even sure to herself how far the story will go) entitled "Emergency Room Moonlights"; a male on male erotic story about a young man who achieved an intership, in one of the most prestigious hospitals in the capital city of that world, under a Handsome middle-aged doctor who was in his prime.
She types in one of her favorite scenes:
[The coast it clear. I cocked my head once more into the hallway and find no one...because everyone is outside having their well deserved lunch. As for me, I'll have my well deserved pleasure. I used the keycard to unlock the door and locked it behind me as soon as I got in.
He has everything in his office; two study tables, an acceptable mini laboratory, a number of closets an cupboard filled with either drugs, medical books, test results or his clothes, but more importantly...he had a bed. I grabbed his white coat and jumped onto the inviting soft surface. His bed, his coat, oh how he leaves such a precious scent that at the very smell of it makes me want to-- uhnn! I can feel the clear, sticky liquid flowing right out of my stiffened cock, and it continues flowing.
How is it that just the slightest remembrance of him makes my body feel so hot? Oh Doctor Abbington.]
She felt slightly wet herself and decided to relieve this tension, but then she stopped before her fingers could even cross her stomach and thought that this is what she absolutely needed, this feeling right now is what a writer of an erotic novel needs!
Her finger got back up onto the surface of the keyboard, and was about to type in an even more seat-wetting paragraph until--
"Alexis! Come down here this instant, young lady! I heard that god -forsaken machine powering up again at seven in the morning! Get down here and eat breakfast!" her aunt Marrisa demanded from the dinning area at the first floor.
She grunts and groans, and answers "Yes, yes, I'm going!"
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Seeing without Light: It was only Temporary
The afternoon sunlight entered the white-gray hospital room that burns through Leon's skin. The heat woke him up. He opens his eyes and the first sight he sees is the celieng fan working, he turns to his right and finds Kaya, quietly sitting next to him. She had the faintest smile from what he remembers.
She bats her eyes at him and reaches out for his hand. "Hey there."
"Kaya...what--what'w wrong with your eye?" he questions after the sight of an eye-patch over her right eye. It was a well made leather patch coloured black and sown down with gold coloured strings. She catches him staring at it so she went on and explains, "They finally took it out. Nasty old thing; giving me false hopes and what not."
He doesn't really gets what she meant by that because from what he can recall in the previous theraphies they've been to, the right eye was slowly progressing, giving back her sight. "Hehe, your stupid head has been asleep for 2 days now. You gave us all a scare. But I knew you wouldn't die."
Leon tries to chuckle, "Oh, really?"
"Yeah. Because you're a very stubborn bastard with demon's blood! You can't be killed easily, or maybe not at all even!" she stated.
They share this good laugh. Then Summer enters the room with the Leon's attending nurse. "Here she is, miss. I couldn't control her any longer! A really sweet but jumpy dog she is!" the short woman said as she let go of Summer's collar grip. The faithful pet settles her grip into Kaya's hand.
"It is getting rather late, and Summer needs to eat properly!" Kaya tells Leon which he takes as a shy before goodbyes.
If she still needed Summer, then she must still be struggling with blindness. "See you later, Leon...or not. Hehe, feel you around."
"Don't go running away, Miss Morales."
"Likewise, Mister Stormcast." and she walks out.
A few more days and the hospital approved of Leon's discharge, finding him competent to both enter back to his civilian life, as well as his duties to the public, but with a lot of precautions of course.
He checks out with his attending doctor, Doctor Queef. He gives Leon a pat on the back for surviving two major surgeries in sequence to the other. "You're very lucky to have survived that terrible accident without getting your brain severly damaged! And let's not forget your strong bonds of friendship!"
Leon squints his eyes and wrinkles his forehead at his claims, "What do you mean friendship?" he asks curiously.
"Well you'd just have to look into the mirror and find out."
As Leon arrives at his apartment, still pondering on the doctor's strange inclination. "Look into the mirror, huh?" he tells himself. He sighs and sighs and looks around his empty flat before finally deciding to check the mirror for himself.
The hot water was running as he catches most of it to wash off his dead white face. Staying at the hospital can certainly do things to you.
"What's in the mirror? Nothing's new. Nothing's--" he stops at shock at his discovery which he felt he should never have bothered to acquaint himself with. But he was bound to find out sooner or later, wasn't he? "Kaya! You idiot!"
He runs out, without forgetting to lock up and escapes his little uptown apartment to find the woman whom he just called out to be dowb right stupid. And because of close relations and months of spending time together, he knows where to find her on a Thursday evening, at the Golden Park with her dog.
Leon draws near as Summer tugged on Kaya's peach sweater thrice for identification. "Leon?" she calls out of the air. A steps later and he was standing in front of the neatly seated woman on the bench, behind the lampost and tree.
"Who gave you the right to just sign off your body parts like that?"
Kaya closes her fists tightly after placing them on her lap. He's found out at last. It would have been better if she did run away like she planned to and ultimately avoided this confrontation. "I did it because I wanted to. I don't have to check everything I do with you."
"I'm taking them back."
"You can't--the doctor said, if I continued using them, they'll eventually die out too like my other eye. But with you, they can regain everything and even be able until the day you run yourself out."
He starts crying with two eyes, one of his and one of Kaya's. There wasn't anything different from crying out two different eyes, but the feeling felt absolutely horrible. He felt like a thief. He bends down on his knees like a boy who's had his parents whom he truly loved, killed right in front of him.
"I never gave them to you so you could cry. I gave them so you can still look after me when I'm with you, to look for me when I'm gone, to see the world for me."
She lifts up his head and wipes away his tears with her small thumbs. "And I'm very okay with all this, because the last person I saw was you."
He kept on weeping, with blue and brown eyes.
