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( torn. ) so this is kinda a little post to say that somehow I reached 500 followers on this account--I'm not sure how, with all of my sporadic hiatuses and random 3 AM activity...but thankyou immensely for not entirely giving up on me like I have myself fjksdlafasj And I'm sorry to those to whom I owe replies, and those with whom I was plotting; my muse isn't really here at the moment, and the last thing that I want to do is give out a sub-par reply to people who have been waiting so. long. But I'm really sorry about making you all wait. I want to say that I can be here when school isn't as hectic, but I don't want to make promises that I might not be able to keep. Unfortunately, right now, I will have to say that I will be here when I am here. I'm not sure when that will be, but even logging on to this account has been a bit of a triumph for myself jklsdajf.

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Lay thy bow of pearl apart,             and thy crystal shining quiver;                                 give unto the flying hart.                 Space to breathe, how short so ever:             thou that mak’st a day of night,  Goddess excellently bright.

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I N D E P E N D E N T   R P  B L O G  F O R  D E A D P O O L

“ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒᶫᵈ ᶜᵃʳᵗᵒᵒᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᑫᵘᶦʳʳᵉᶫ ʷʰᵒ’ˢ ᵗʳʸᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒᶜᵒᶰᵘᵗ﹖ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʳᵉᵗᵃʳᵈᵉᵈ ˢᑫᵘᶦʳʳᵉᶫ ᶠᶦᶰᵈˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜᵒᶜᵒᶰᵘᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᶦᶰᵏˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ’ˢ ʰᶦᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦᵃᶰᵗ ᵃᶜᵒʳᶰ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳᶫᵒᵃᵈ⁻ ᵒᶰᶫʸ, ʰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ’ᵗ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵘᵗ⋅ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ⋅”

 ”ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵃ ʲᵃᶜᵏʰᵃᵐᵐᵉʳ, ʰᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒʷˢ ᶦᵗ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ˢᵗᵃᶦʳˢ, ʳᵘᶰˢ ᶦᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᶜᵏ⋅⋅⋅ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ⋅ ᶠᶦᶰᵃᶫᶫʸ, ʰᵉ ᵖᵘˢʰᵉˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᵍᵃᶻᶦᶫᶫᶦᵒᶰ ˢᵗᵃᶦʳˢ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱᵐᵖᶦʳᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᴮᵘᶦᶫᵈᶦᶰᵍ, ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶦᵗ⋅ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ⋅ ˢᶫᵒʷᶫʸ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵉᶫᶫ ᵖᵉᵉᶫˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ⋅⋅⋅”

“ᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᶦᶰˢᶦᵈᵉ﹖ ᴬᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᶜᵒᶰᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉᶫᶫ⋅ ᵀʰᵃᵗ ˢᑫᵘᶦʳʳᵉᶫ ᶦˢ ᶦᶰ ᶜᵃʳᵗᵒᵒᶰ ʰᵉᶫᶫ⋅ ᵀʰᵃᵗ ˢᑫᵘᶦʳʳᵉᶫ ᶦˢ ᵐᵉ⋅”

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"So--you're essentially the Rapunzel of video games. Are you aware of this? OOP! Did I say video games? I meant alternate realities."

❛ Rapunzel I've heard of,   video-games not so much.   And I suppose that you could   say that, although I doubt I   have the necessary hair.

  And likewise, are you aware   that costumed lunatics wielding   dangerous weapons doesn't really   sit well with the citizens of Columbia? ❜

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beschielden:

                       ❝ I’m absolutely sure about this - !                             It’s just like one of my weapons, it’s no big deal.                            So you sit back & watch — I’ll take care of it.

  ❛ Have it your way, I guess.   Fair warning, though, for when   you accidentally shoot yourself:    I'm going to say I told you so as   I'm patching you up. ❜

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❝ How do you do it? How do you forget? How do you wash away the things that you’ve done? 

☞ Independent Elizabeth Comstock of the Bioshock: Infinite canon. ☞ I like writing, people, tea, and literature 8^) ☞ I'll write with almost all people; it's not really a question of selectivity, but of time on my hands. ☞ There won't be any shipping on this blog, or any sexual themes!! ☞ I can guarantee that I'm the nerdiest person you'll ever meet is2g.

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beschielden:

                       ❝ I know exactly what I’m doing.

❛ You're absolutely sure    about that? It looks like    you're holding that    backwards. ❜

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sparkstrikes:

         ❝Care to explain how then?❞

❛ You've got to put your arm    through the leather strap,    and your fingers through    the metal orifices here.    It's called a sky-hook,    and they're not really     public domain. ❜

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❛ I don't think that's     how that works,    exactly. ❜

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bookerjustdewitt  

I’d like to plot with you too, if you’re interested c:

v much so!!! :DDD

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rapusodosu 

whispers I wouldnt mind being up for something 8’I

c-curls around your face but in a loose way so you can still breathe. 

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"Beep boopboop beep bop!"

❛ Are you all right--?  Might be easier to talk if you  take that mask off, sir. ❜

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So I super want to revamp this blog, as it's really the only one I like logging on to as of late. If I can stop being an idiot, I'd like to start up a few threads with people. I understand that three AM isn't the best time to be saying this, but I've never had good timing on Liz, have I? Haha--Anyway, if someone wants to do....something..........hit me up I suppose! Actually don't hit me, that sounds painful :I

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Even the prettiest flower can be poisonous.

Ino Yamanaka (x)

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lxcksmith:

δ ; — Again the question was raised, how in Sam Hill did she get on board? He and FILSS were going to have a very lengthy discussion later; just because she let him sneak around on board didn’t mean she should turn a blind eye ( ha! pun. ) towards those who weren’t PFL infiltration specialists. Ugh. Computer programs these days. At least one such artificial intelligence was useful; Delta proved himself daily, and today was no exception. He was already informing MoI security to be on alert. What a trooper.

          Eyebrow was raised in a silent questioning statement - even blank eye deadened by a grenade seemed judgmental of the information she offered. Mystery man had a bandaged hand - a wound probably not caused by a kitchen accident, in his opinion, and Delta’s agreement only served to reinforce this idea - and carrying a carbine rifle of unspecified sort ( standard issue military or SPARTAN-III MA5K? ). And yet he was not dangerous. York was thinkin’ maybe this guy was Special Ops, then, though certainly not affiliated with the Freelancers. No matter what, though, this situation would have to be treated with caution, as would the friendly stowaway.

          “You’ve gotten yourself in quite the mess, huh?” A bit           of an understatement - mess was for getting stuck in           a building with a thousand rocket launchers trained           on him. Being stuck on the Freelancer flagship was           more like a hurricane, earthquake, and volcanic eruption           all thrown into one. “Well, then, I suppose it’s in both           our best interests to find this carbine-wielding, utterly           undangerous guy. You got any idea where he might           be headed?”

That's usually how it goes: one mess after the other, especially with company like hers. (Even when they weren't together they were still creating some such quagmire). This predicament was especially different, however; since Fitzroy, they had seldom been too far from one another--and for good reason. The goal was that they render Songbird, the adamantine keeper of hers, dormant long enough to eliminate a more dangerous obstacle.

But when has history ever allotted its occupants still waters to sail on? This was too semblant, too close to the ilk of the ludicrous fictions she'd read whilst in her tower; almost akin to a tale purveyed by an opium dream. 

❛ Yeah. ❜

From akimbo do her arms fix themselves into a position barring her torso; the riposte is weaned on a lick of certitude, or an appearance of it. 

❛ He'll be trying to find his way back to me.    He's not really the quietest person around, either. ❜

As it were, she was rather sure that she could find Booker without the extra set of eyes; though, there's no imagining that he'd let her wander around this place alone. But it was strange that he hadn't made everyone in the vicinity privy to his presence already; generally he shouted 'Elizabeth!' down every corridor until things fell into place, or until he found what he was looking for. Unfortunately, it was up to her to do the searching now--or so it seemed; leaving wasn't an issue, but she couldn't bring herself to depart without him.

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ainimus:

A ᴄᴏᴘɪᴏᴜs ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ of time     or rather, any spare moment he had     would be spent wandering aimlessly. Especially amongst own property, he’d hardly a second to leave. Thus he stays midst his thoughts, without direction nor purpose whilst moving with a mechanical gait. Reflections on what turbulent events had occurred too recently, and if the conclusion was satisfactory. Of course, the school’s hopeful restoration and return of Alex was more than alleviating.

Cogitation was interrupted as another became present: however, not in any way expected. A trespasser  'pon his grounds; she entered not through gates but what was assumed a variation of teleportation. Movement ceased, and as obvious bemusement subsided, a glance more of interest than anything settled atop visage. Clear thought sounded in mind, of which nearly seemed as if were spoken aloud. During response, pallid digits reach for temple     more a habit than a necessity. 

( That I did. ) 

      And smile appeared for the extempore visitor. Albeit attire is found anomalous; clothing as such never descried prior. She’d patently arrived from elsewhere, though from what location he was unsure of. However, restraint was requisite to refrain from roaming further into mind: she’d piqued fascination from not only arrival, but from apparel also.

Sʜᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏɴᴅ of dawdling in any case, but the feeling is amplified tenfold whilst her presence is necessitated by her pseudo-escort therewith. But nevertheless, what decouples her forthright gait is an unfamiliar sonance; tesitura which bears no semblance to any such vociferation ever passing through ignoble tresses heretofore. Anon, what he receives is a countenance bearing incredulity, distilled nought and forthwith unchanging. This man, who she could only assume to be the begetter of this vicinity in all of its grandeur, had either spoken aloud, or not; the question itself was hardly something that carried the appearance of intrigue, and yet its answer was imperative.

The instance recalls then some quondam reverie, lodged in the back of her mind at this point, hailing from youth and unimportant until this point; something had been written in Madame Lutece's journal about this sort of phenomenon, but with a full explanation nor another appearance. Some solitary entry marring the page of parchment wherein quasi-secrets lay. So thus are her hands held at akimbo, a look of unyielding determination and adamance subverting the prior confuscation.

( How did you do that? )

In spite of the overarching situation, and the haste with which she should be accompanied, a feeling of burdensome bemusement has taken hold--and that does not die away so easily. Coarseness dwindles in light of this question, allowing a softened mien to bear its ligatures thereafter. 

( That's quite some talent. )

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( okay thankyou for putting up with my little hiatus! it’s only for a few more days, then I’m finally effing done with the semester. also—i’ve got a lot of you to thank for…promoing me—I think? anyhow, i somehow reached 400 followers in my absence; but that is not the point!!! let it be known that i shall make my great return here on wednesday, if not sooner: so, until then! )