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Red ([personal profile] silentcrash) wrote2014-11-12 08:40 pm
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<thespine> Testing...
<thespine> Red here.
<thespine> Are you getting this?
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[personal profile] synchroswim 2015-03-29 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
hey
uh...

i think i know
i think its what you said
the uh
mer bit.

i dont have gills as far as i know buuuuuut
i got scales popping up
synchroswim: (On a completely different note:)

[personal profile] synchroswim 2015-03-30 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
theres uh... i dunno how else to really describe it but its like webbing between my fingers
kinda see-through like a frog
and then theres these um...
fins i guess
pretty sure they're still growing and stuff cuz they werent this long yesterday or the day before
synchroswim: (Default)

I've been in the same spot lately <3

[personal profile] synchroswim 2015-04-09 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
way too many but uhhhhh i guess how bad is this gonna hurt? what sohuld i really expect here cuz i can tell you right now i never had fins like this before
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[personal profile] synchroswim 2015-04-10 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
im not gonna like
suffocate from the air when they come in am i
should i be near water or something??? or sleep with a bucket of it near me if they pop up in my sleep?
synchroswim: (Oh it's tea and biscuits for everyone.)

[personal profile] synchroswim 2015-04-12 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Just a minute, huh? Maybe that won't be too bad if he's awake for it, right?]

...howd it work for you?
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[personal profile] synchroswim 2015-04-14 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
jeez...

do you think itd be easier if i had someone nearby? just incase i did freak?
eventhandler: (i failed to see the flaws)

<bracket> sometime after AWKWARD TRANSISTOR REUNION

[personal profile] eventhandler 2015-05-08 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
i need sybil's number.

do you have it? surely you know. can't say the avoiding can continue, must catch up.
eventhandler: (to force the hand of nature)

[personal profile] eventhandler 2015-05-12 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
thank you muchly!

and i won't do a thing, will respect the privacy and security and whatnot. don't think you'd want your hands too full with her.
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<nobody>

[personal profile] n_ll 2015-06-01 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
hi.

[Guess who feels bad about leaving her to get a bunch of boring bedrest while he goes to work? This guy.]

you busy?
n_ll: (Help())

<nobody>

[personal profile] n_ll 2015-06-02 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
absolutely nothing.
this place is headed for the country

typical monday
n_ll: (Mask())

[personal profile] n_ll 2015-06-02 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
nah

[He doesn't want her to take the long walk to get there. There's the bus, sure, but...he's found that it's kind of six one, half dozen the other, considering the walk it takes to get to the bus stop to begin with.]

if you were here...
with the mood i'm in
i'd get us in trouble
n_ll: (Void())

[personal profile] n_ll 2015-06-02 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
you're the one who offered to come here
Edited 2015-06-02 02:04 (UTC)
n_ll: (Ping())

[personal profile] n_ll 2015-06-02 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
i'd rather mix you one at home
where we could misbehave in privacy
n_ll: (Mask())

[personal profile] n_ll 2015-06-02 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
unless you've recently decided that your side is an erogenous zone
the rest of them are still fair game


[consider it your lucky day, Red.]
n_ll: (Help())

[personal profile] n_ll 2015-06-02 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
if i could make it my selection, i would.
n_ll: (Mask())

[personal profile] n_ll 2015-06-02 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
and yet, here i am
serving flatbread and drinks to half-baked shmucks

when i could be making love to you
sorprese: (eighty five)

<sugardaisy>

[personal profile] sorprese 2015-08-02 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Red? This is Mami. I wanted to talk to you about something important.
sorprese: (ninety three)

<sugardaisy>

[personal profile] sorprese 2015-08-04 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Have you seen the post from presumably what is the Fog God on the network? Secondly, and related: have you been having any dreams of Liewen?
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<sugardaisy>

[personal profile] sorprese 2015-08-05 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
To put it briefly, Kimbley and I intend to follow through on the request made of us in the dreams, in hopes of directly contacting Liewen. As much as I loathe the prospect, I feel it might be one of the best things we can do in our current position.

We feel it'd likely be more effective if all three of us do it together.
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<sugardaisy>

[personal profile] sorprese 2015-08-05 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I do. Thankfully, as far as I can tell, we'll only need one person between the three of us, rather than one for each.

I'm sorry to ask this of you, Red. It's going to be difficult for me, too, but I can't think of what else to do.
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DREAM

[personal profile] rysligmods 2015-09-27 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Light sparks in the darkness, a blown circuit that somehow seems soothing. It beckons each dream-goer closer, the sparks growing louder, brighter, until another light blows and sparks off to the side. The darkness is no longer black but a faint static, wrapping around his guest like a blanket, and from the sparks a form is revealed. The fourth god.

"You've finally done it."

His voice calls out and it feels stronger than it did the last time. It's cocky, even while leaking with impatience, and this dream space becomes clearer. There's technology strewn this way and that, creating the illusion of a floor where there is none. Televisions, radios, screens and wires, they're all sparking, some glowing softly, and the space is left in a constant dim light. His hand moves out, resting along the edge of a broken, lopsided television. No longer immobile, he makes the most of his freedom. Fingers tap along the edge of the television. "Good work."

His hand lifts up and stretches out to the side in a wide gesture, and he looks to the dream-goer for the first time. His gaze is vivid, so clear that it seems impossibly real, more than just a dream. There's a connection, stronger than even that felt during the time of the kill.

He doesn't smile, but the static grows warmer still. He's pleased. "Now, go! Take these gifts I've given you and make the world know my name!" His raised hand moves to gesture forward, a brief movement before it falls back to his side, his posture relaxed. "You've freed me, but she's growing stronger. Don't stop now! I can give you even more..."

The static grows louder until it swallows the entire dream, leaving only the dreamer and a feeling that they've been recognized.