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-Report 1650 though
- Am I the ONLY one whose arti weaponbelt only holds 11? Seriously, I've hit that cap enough times that missing that 12th spot drives me crazy.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
Slyphe's lips purse towards the drum you seems to be so focused upon, His head
tilting just somewhat. As if in response to the Deity's subtle action, the drum
you holds begin to slowly transform, fox fur sprouting out around it upon its
circumference. As if to accent the piece fully, a long pushy tail sprouts out
from the drum's base that waggles in the air as if alive.
Still with his eyes shut, you say, "Oley-olie-olee-omy, I feel the storm
with-innn me, I see, I sigh, I shout to the sky, I kissed my baby goodbye
today..."
Angwe's banging slowly but inexorably gains in momentum, building to a frenetic
pace. In response to your singing, the faun adds a shouted, "Aye-aye!", tapping
his claws against the wooden sides of his instrument.
Ciri bangs on her drums and sings, "As I did travel on a journey over the
wayside and under a dark moon hanging above a mountain, I spied a young man
riding a fine horse chasing a white rabbit through the woodland".
Lelandria eyes the furry drum and debates on releasing it into the wilds.
The drum you strikes releases a piercing screech, the tail attached to it
flicking in irritation upon being hit. This display seems to elicit an amused
reaction from Slyphe who merely seems to shake His head.
The sun begins her downward journey towards eventual sleep, casting even, full
light upon the land.
You have emoted: Meyvitch screeches to a halt himself, eyes flying open, and he
nearly drops the drum.
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p drums
This small trio of drums has been carved from pale grey desert wood, hollowed
out to resonate richly. Thin wooden bars join the drums together as a set, each
with a knob for tuning the tautness of the skin. Tufts of red fox fur seem to be
affixed the drum's circumference, giving it a plush sort of cushioning when set
upon the ground. As if to set off the instrument, a fluffed tail sprouts up and
out from one of the wooden bars that twitches every so often upon the drum
itself being struck.
It has 0 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 9 pound(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of the village of Xoral.
wait, where did the months go? There was plenty of time left on this drum.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
BUT YAY RAISE!
It's weird to talk funds with my co-workers as I try to figure out where to live now, but I figured out a long time ago, each 50 cent raise in pay you get is 1000 a year. ..I want a $3.50 raise to a decent living wage! *sigh* but I actually LIKE my job and applying at the TD Bank call center sounds terrifying.
@Omei.
DOWN WITH THOUGHT CONTROL
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
@Killien (et al) - you know why, too!
... and @Damariel - you may not know why, but I do!
TIL that my name is in the HELP EMOTIONS file.
Everyone else sees:
Ashmer flutters his eyelashes charmingly at Xavin.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
i am rapture coder
-I've been invited to a black tie event at the conference hosted by the Equality Federation. It's my first black tie event since, like, prom so I'm excited, to say the least.
-I love that the team I'm coaching is gearing up for their first tournament the week after I get back and seem so eager to bring back some hardware.
-I also love that Bill Nye the Science Guy will be at my school giving a lecture in early Feb! ^.^
"To be awkward or unkempt, to talk or move wrongly is to be a dangerous giant, a destroyer of worlds...any accurately improper move can poke through the thin sleeve of immediate reality." - Erving Goffman