Sep 4, 2020
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+ digite 01 para um starter acabando de chegar na reunião.
+ digite 02 para um starter depois da fala do neophyte.
☆ ☆ Starter Call!! ☆ ☆
@kids-in-the-void liked for a starter!
[*Faith stumbles in, a basket of cookies in hand! Not that anybody else would know that, because it’s covered in a pretty cloth! She looks behind her, seemingly expecting to see whoever shoved her, but they were already gone. She sighs, fidgeting, before calling out.]
Faith: *S-Sunny? Are you here...? I have c-cookies!
[*The child knows well enough that if anything can summon their best friend, it’s definitely food.]
@fratrempromiserat
Silence by itself was not an altogether bad thing. Sometimes the mind needed a spot of silence in order to expand on thoughts radiating on the inside, lest they burst free through rotted through verbalization spoken too soon. They needed time to stew. NOT stagnate. NOT fester.
That was the real danger.
Let it ‘stew’ too long and it might begin to poison the self, directing those thoughts and ideas to realms they didn’t rightly belong.
Alphonse would not say that was the point he arrived currently. But neither would he say that.... he wasn’t at such a point. It was a contradiction he didn’t even bother trying to figure out. There was too much else going on in his mind.
The point was, while he stood as the usual beacon to fill that silence between he and his brother would some manner of speaking or another - even if it wasn’t anything of any notable worth - he had chosen that moment to fall into an unnatural silence. Without any commentary at all.
Just the steady shuffle of their feet and the clanking of his body to otherwise fill the void.
Where were they going?
Did it matter?
Who would they see when they got there?
What point was there worrying about it?
Steady went the rotation of their days. The course of the road that led them forward flashing both the familiar and unfamiliar at steady increments but it rarely got them farther than expected.
And Al was thinking....
Rarely could he turn off those thoughts.
They came whether he was willing to embrace them or not. He would love to have a switch to turn it all off.
He might have faded into eternity with that thrumming of noise in his head if it wasn’t for the change in the environment itself. Namely, his brother, who hadn’t yet stopped to eat or drink or rest in between.
.... while Al could go on forever, Edward couldn’t.
“.... shall we stop for a break?”
@broadswordandpistol
It was a miraculous world.
A miraculous world sullied by a few un-miraculous things. It was like.... a nicely polished turd served on a golden platter. Couldn’t truly take away the stink, but it could somehow be made to look a little better. Some days it was easier to face the bullshit than others.
Stew and pie.
Ooooh yeah, stew and pie made things brighter. If stew and pie were on hand, it would be like gazing at the world at large through colored glass! So much shinier! So much easier to confront the problems seeping from nature’s orifice.
The basis behind the days current decision was based on the acquisition of a good stew and a pie.
Oh!! And crusty bread! Fluffy on the inside, perfect for scooping up the last remnants of broth at the bottom of the bowl. It would be a travesty to leave any trace of the delicious conglomeration of flavors anywhere. Creative tools must be concocted to assure that tragedy never came to pass!
There seemed not a problem left in the whole of the world save.....
Stew and pie required gald to buy.
Oh wooooe was the world to uncover the sad truth of socialism! Damn those who were going about their business trying to pave their way through life comfortably! How could they when there was a rumbly belly in need of being filled??
Was the witch truly relegated to the fate of earning what she needed?!
The horror!
Well!
If she was going to have to work for what she needed, she was going to make it worth her while!
“I’m not so sure about this, Miss Magilou.”
“YOU aren’t the brains of this operation. If I should wait until you were ready to perform what needs to be done, we’d have perished long ago!”
“Bieeeen....” Bienfu always found it infinitely difficult to get on board with Miss Magilou’s plans. .... which never seemed to operate precisely how they were mapped out in her brain. For some odd reason, events always flowed so much smoother when she imagined it all. Actually bringing it all to fruition was, for some reason, so much harder!
... of course, Miss Magilou would blame it on him. Saying it was impossible to get good help those days.... But he was doing the best he could, he really was!
“Are you just going to stand there while the prey gets away?!!”
“Biiiiiiiien!!”
Hobble hobble hobble, shuffle shuffle
Siiiiiiiiide step. Peek. Bienfu paused at the corner of a structure, his stealth for no real reason other than show. He was supposed to make himself known regardless. But it seemed like the thing to do. After all, one shouldn’t just shove themselves out into the open without taking precautionary measures! Never quite knew what dangers lurked about!
... he just wasn’t made for stealth, what, with no flexibility. He couldn’t rightly bend a long ways, or hurry for that matter, not with just short stubby legs!!
But he made do with what he could of his circumstances.
Alright! He had his sights on a man! A kind of dangerous looking man, but it didn’t much matter to them what kind of person he was. Bienfu stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth, a sort of beacon of motivation to keep going. It gave his movements the boost he needed to accelerate closer to victory.
“Hello, good sir!!” He called out, stomping his little foot for emphasis.
Maybe he should be facing his front instead of his rear....
He scurried quickly around, depositing himself just so!
“Hello, good sir!” He pronounced with so much more zest now that he could see his face and his front instead of his butt. “Oh boy, do I have something for you!!!! You’re never going to believe-----!”
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omg hi hi hi im feliks and this is my new blog theres like a "more about me" page if you wanna ask stuff feel free so but im really shy dont come real close i may be fab but dont cling on me cause im not okie with that, kk? Go ahead, learn about my prison (mines) bout the fab me, my real fam etc. etc.
@pengall. Congratulations. Someone flustered the birb. But who??
Maggie looked at the note over again, and apparently this was from someone she hadn’t met yet.
She was becoming embarrassingly red in the face, one, because even with her last unsuccessful date, the guy that asked her out hadn’t nearly been as sweet. Two, because she certainly wouldn’t think that anyone would pay attention to someone like her, someone so short and somewhat odd-looking, with her eyes, wings, and certainly her talons as well.
Maybe someone that liked the cold? Her parents wanted her to meet a nice boy, and even though this was an island she had to survive on, maybe she could make them a little bit proud. Maybe they wouldn’t be a boy at all, though.