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Ed perched on a chair where he can see his surroundings easily. "So. Who else thinks that it's been quiet too long and that things are gonna blow up soon?" |
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| Oh no, not another one! |
[Feb. 8th, 2013|07:37 pm] |
A swirling of red alchemical energy forms a mini-tornado by the Sign and deposits an Envy. He gets up and brushes himself off, looking around.
"Well.... this is strange..." he mutters, low enough he hopes nobody can hear. "This isn't her house."
He gets his bearings for a minute. And then laughs at the Sign. "Excuse me, the hell is that?" |
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| If I Could Turn Back Time... |
[May. 31st, 2012|12:59 am] |
A white gas starts leaking out of various cracks in different areas of the Nexus. It stays at about ankle height and slowly drifts around.
Any who have the misfortune to walk through it, gets to have a lower and younger point of view than previously. Hopefully, the unfortunate victim can either find their own way home or have someone they know that's the proper age escort them. |
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| In days long past for most... |
[May. 22nd, 2012|03:31 pm] |
Momo had finally gotten permission from her mothers to visit the sign, on the condition that if she ever felt endangered, she'd PIN back to the apartments. Wandering over, she looks around, and then up at the sign.
"Ask a Question."
Such an invitation to a child is just asking to get your ear chatted off usually, but Momo had one pressing question, that she couldn't get a straight answer out of her parents on.
"Why do people kill each other?" |
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[May. 17th, 2012|09:40 pm] |
Georgia looks distracted. At least she had problems sitting in one place for long. "Anyone have a map of the portals that lead here? Because I've been here a while and I would really like to go home and tell Shaun that I'm still among the living. Or any other way for me to get back home?" |
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[May. 12th, 2012|02:34 pm] |
While Jade took a couple pictures of the sign and the locals, Double H looked around, wandering not far from Jade's side as he looked for possible threats. Military habits died hard, even though the war was over
"Jade, this area seems safe enough."
"Right." She pointed her camera back up at the sign. "Ooh, is that sign awful. Who put that there?"
Double H smiled. "You could always ask, like it says."
Jade rolled her eyes. "Leave it to you to state the obvious." She lowered her camera and looked at the passerbys. "This is weird. Okay, does anyone know where that sign came from? And I suppose while I'm at it, how do you deal with peacetime boredom?" |
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| I do what I can't, just because I can. |
[Feb. 12th, 2012|08:59 pm] |
A girl looks up at the sign from her kneeling position, seemingly confused by it. Small specks of blood cover her face, but it's not hard to figure out that it's not her own. She stands up slowly, holding what those familiar with earth history will recognize as an ak-47, slightly modified with a bayonet on the end, similarly bloodstained. Other then that, she's wearing a relatively casual outfit, consisting of short heels, black trousers, and a white button up blouse, as well as a leather jacket with another holster concealed beneath it. She brushes herself off, seemingly unfazed by a sudden change in surroundings.
"Ask a question?" She says in a melodic voice. "What an interesting mind trick. Alright, I have a question, Puppet master. Where's the trick this time?" |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2012|07:11 pm] |
A spark of light from Hohenheim towards Dante was all it took for her to push Envy into the alchemical discharge instead. He fell awkwardly in plain view of the Sign, ending up with a mouth- and fists-full of Nexus dirt.
The portal closed quietly behind him, as he sat up and wiped the dirt off his face, then looked around, surprised and somewhat disoriented.
Ask a Question, the Sign said. He rolled his eyes, still confused.
Okay. Whatever. Couldn't be worse.
"Ask a Question? Why not? Okay, what the hell?" Actually, that was three, but he didn't care. |
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| New world, new problems |
[Jan. 21st, 2012|07:01 pm] |
Hei had been just ready to kill his victim, his pupils glowing with that little red dot, his body emitting his blue aura as he drove his hand down to grab his victim, they vanished and his hand collided with dirt.
Blinking for a moment, he defused his bodies energy and looked about confused as to where he was, before his eyes fell upon a sign, a very odd sign. "Ask a Question? What kind of a sign asks someone to ask a question?" Pondering this, he allowed himself to relax only for a moment before quickly returning to his shifty state of looking about himself, making sure no one was going to sneak up on him.
Moving to stand up now, he slowly moved his right hand into his jacket, not wanting to encounter anything that would throw him for a loop. This place was new to him, and even through it was new, he wondered if the Syndicate had anything to do with this. They had always been looking for new ways of challenging him, and maybe they had finally found the perfect challenge. |
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| ((It's Been Awhile. Time For An LOL!)) |
[Jan. 18th, 2012|06:59 pm] |
There's currently stuffed animals scattered across the Nexus. They look innocent enough, but this being the Nexus, they cause LOLs. They turn whoever touches them into whatever the animal may be. |
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| (original character, open) |
[Oct. 29th, 2011|11:52 pm] |
Ira is pretty sure he got here through a dreamstate. Or if not quite a dreamstate, then certainly something that isn't in any way related to the ordinary corporeal world back in Nevada. Maybe something like the out-of-place, out-of-time shared mental spaces Jersey was working on. Before... well, when Jersey had the telepathic capacity to work on anything like that.
Now, Ira thinks (not entirely charitably) he seems to mostly have the capacity to bitch.
He's a rational human being. Bit emotional sometimes, sure, but mostly rational, and has an MSc in psychology (well, telepathic psychology, but he doesn't tell most people the first word) to prove it. If you can call psychology rational, when the entire discipline's had to deal with the likes of Freud. You take what you can get. Anyway, the ongoing monologue rationale in his head is pointing out that this is obviously a construct of his own mind, because that sign's screaming out what he's wanted to do for days. Ask a question. Or rather, several questions. And ask them of people who aren't so closely involved with the whole situation.
It's entirely possible he's gone crazy, here, he realises, but right now he'll roll with it.
"Okay," he says genially to the locals at large. "Here's a question. If you got your boyfriend into a mess -- sort of, though technically speaking he got himself into it, I won't bore you with the gory details -- anyway, having already broken up once, how godawful is it to be considering leaving him again?" |
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| a hero will save us just in time |
[Oct. 9th, 2011|07:36 pm] |
There's a man in a brown cloak and green clothes sleeping on the back of a horse that's meandering towards the sign. Epona looked around, snorted, and stopped by the sign rather abruptly, waking the man on her back.
Link snapped awake, blinking somewhat blearily. "Did we get to Termina already, Epona?" he asked, yawning. Then he took stock of his surroundings. "Where are we?" He slid off of Epona's back, one hand on his sword hilt as he investigated the area, Epona sticking close.
Then he noticed the sign. "Ask a question," he echoed, reading out loud. "What, besides the obvious 'where am I'?" He looked around. "All right. I guess this is customary around here, better stick with local customs. Have you ever been away from home for a long time? What's it like going back?" |
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| rubette la lette intro |
[Oct. 6th, 2011|06:13 pm] |
Out of a fear of looking stupid, Rubette is hesitant to ask her question upon arrival. There's no one to ask after all, but why would there be a gargantuan sign smack dab in the middle of the city if you aren't supposed to ask questions. Normally there is a booth or some sort of chamber of commerce located in big cities...speaking of which this is unlike any kind of city she's ever seen.
"Well this is just...alright fine, fine...ask a question huh? Well I have...more than one actually so be ready for it. What is this place...?...Oh and, well I know it's impossible to cure an idiot, but is it impossible to magically reverse aging? That's probably a strange question...it's probably futile anyway, but I guess there's no harm in asking...a sign." |
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[Sep. 12th, 2011|02:12 pm] |
Rachel has been relatively scarce from the Nexus, busy back home as usual. Now, however, she's back and pacing back and forth irritably near the edge of the 'Sign area' reserved for questions. She snarling and clenching her fists as she tries to piece together a way to frame her question, muttering from time to time about 'backstabbers' and 'goddamn nightmare wards'. Finally she turns and snaps out what's clearly been bothering her. "How the fuck am I supposed to sit around doing nothing about the freaking backstabbing asshole that decides to shoot me in the back of my fucking head, after I've been trying to keep her damn ass safe for the past...however long we've been working together?! Nevermind that I was trying to help reseal a fucking demon that we'd been sent to keep from causing trouble. I mean, she might well have been sabotaging us the whole time and I can't even get a fucking PUNCH in for all this shit?! Goddamnit, why the hell is Jill keeping her stupid fucking bitch ass locked up in that...ARGH!!" |
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| It's the end of the world as we know it |
[Sep. 8th, 2011|01:02 am] |
There's an explosion as a portal opens. Wild elemental energy whips through, followed by the flying (albiet not willingly) forms of four people, three girls and a boy all about college aged, who all land in a heap not far from the sign. The portal closes behind them.
They're strange looking, dressed like normal college students, but those are some damn weird dye jobs they got. The boy, with grass green hair, is the first to wake up and lift his head, looking around. If anyone's got an eye for details, they'll notice his eyes match his hair.
"What the fuck?" is the first words out of his mouth. |
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| physical therapy |
[Aug. 30th, 2011|11:19 pm] |
Edward was holding a notebook, a pencil in his hand, awkwardly trying to draw a transmutation circle. The circle is sloppy and malformed, and finally, Edward gave up. "Has anyone here ever gone through physical therapy?" he asked. "Did you ever get frustrated by the lack of progress?" |
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| A question, for the peanut gallery |
[Jul. 9th, 2011|05:13 pm] |
Envy stops underneath the Sign, holding a cup full of ice water. His face seems a little red, probably from the sun. He sips the ice water, and sits down on a Nexus Ice Block.
"So," Envy says slowly. "What do you think is the best thing about summer? I like the fact heat makes interesting mirages." |
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[Jul. 8th, 2011|09:30 pm] |
Ed sits on a couch out in the Nexus, legs drawn up, arms wrapped around them, and with his chin resting on his knees. After quietly watching the going ons for half an hour, he finally lifts his head to speak up. "Has anyone gotten something they wanted but at what they consider too high a price?" |
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[Jun. 1st, 2011|09:09 pm] |
The Ed that's an alien is back. And apparently not really concerned with the Nexus until he is practically under the sign. Instead he's reading some paperwork. Some very serious and concerning paperwork from his expression.
"I really hope Winry will be all right... dammit."
He looked up, seeing the Nexus instead of what he was expecting. "Why do things have to be so damn complicated?" |
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| The Nexus: where talking to oneself has new and exciting meanings. |
[May. 30th, 2011|08:51 pm] |
Alternates aren't unusual in the Nexus. This one's not an Elric, though, or connected to that universe.
Zel seems to be arguing with his alternate under the Sign. Thankfully, you can tell them apart -- the usual Zelgadis is dressed as he normally is, in tan head-to-toe. The newcomer has swapped out an orange T-shirt for his normal long-sleeved tunic, and is missing his sword-belt.
The other one is also human. This is relevant. Remember it.
"-full of shit," chimera!Zel was saying. "You can't-"
"I'm you, you idiot," human!Zel interrupted. "Plus eight months of my own time, and years of yours. It wasn't worth it, and you'd probably say the same damn thing if you were me."
"I would not. Probably not."
"Are all alternates this insufferable?" The two managed to ask the question in unison.
[Since human!Zel is my Zel formerly from Sabra La Tau, he has his own account.] |
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[May. 23rd, 2011|05:32 pm] |
Roy had never been here before! This place was very interesting, and seemed like the sort of crazy-ass place his son would run off to to hide in, so he decided to ask around.
Especially with that godawful blinking light inviting him to ask a question. Okay then! "I'm looking for someone," he started. "He's about six-four, broad shouldered, doesn't speak much. He used to be famous, but I don't know what he might've done to himself to make himself less recognizable. We've searched everywhere in Amestris, but he hasn't turned up there. I thought maybe he skipped the border into Drachma, perhaps, but this place seems just as likely, and the door is near somewhere he might've discovered it." |
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[May. 6th, 2011|12:52 am] |
Paul showed up at the sign, his left arm cradled to his chest in a sling and hand wrapped in a cast. He adjusts his glasses before speaking up. "Have you ever experienced loss of a limb?" he asked. "I'm finding cooking to be a terrible chore with only one hand." |
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[May. 4th, 2011|06:33 pm] |
A new LOL has seen fit to arrive at the Nexus. There are toy My Little Ponies everywhere, waiting to LOL the poor unsuspecting sucker that picks one up. If they do, they'll get turned into a pony.
For those bright enough to not touch anything? There's pony-shaped confetti flying around, attacking their victims. There's no escape.
So, how many are out and about in the Nexus today?
((Pony-maker here. Have fun horrifying your pups.)) |
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| Snowball fight! |
[Feb. 27th, 2011|05:18 pm] |
It's snowed again in the Nexus, this being February still and all, and there's a lovely layer blanketing the brilliantly blinking sign.
As people wander about, answering questions, snowballs start randomly flinging themselves at people.
((LOL time! We haven't had a good 'let's be an animal for a few days!' LOL in awhile. While your character answers questions, if he/she/it gets hit, he/she/it is now an animal of YOUR CHOOSING. This LOL lasts no less than one day, and no more than one week. Also, your animal can still speak in their native language.)) |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|09:11 pm] |
Zelgadis was loitering around the Sign. "There needs to be a better way to deal with LOLs, doesn't there?"
He looks fine, but not all LOLs are physical. |
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| And bathed every vein in such licour, Of which virtue engender'd is the flower; |
[Feb. 8th, 2011|08:33 pm] |
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Someone had pushed a flowercart into the Nexus, under the Sign. A cheerful banner proclaims "Happy Valentines' Day!" with other signs saying "Sweets for your Sweetheart" and "Flowers for your Flower" . Buckets of water stand inside the cart, filled to the brim with roses of various colors. On either side stand stacks of chocolate boxes and racks of bags of conversation hearts. The entire thing is done up with more pink and hearts than a little girl's bedroom. There's no attendant in site, nor are prices marked.
[OOC: LOL Instructions: The roses' thorns are extra in-the-way and able to pierce through anything, and one prick (stop snickering) will cast a spell of altered emotion on the holder. Your choice who it affects: first person seen, changing the character's strongest relationship... whatever seems like a good idea. Here's how the flower colors match up:
[Red: love
White: reverence/loyalty
Yellow: friendship
Pink: admiration
Orange: passion/lust
Lilac: infatuation
[In departure from Nexus tradition, the candy is safe, free and utterly delicious. If you want to risk eating food lying around in the Nexus, that is.] |
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| Storytellers? |
[Jan. 18th, 2011|07:11 pm] |
Look who's back! The Edward that has a tendency to chew at his lips when he's talking (quietly) was sitting on a Convenient Nexus Couch, legs curled up to his chest, folding him up like an accordian. He was frowning in consternation as he considered his question.
"Is anyone here a storyteller?" he finally asked. "I'm working on something back home, and I'm afraid I'm coming across as really boring to listen to." |
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| A Mortality Question: Text |
[Nov. 8th, 2010|09:16 pm] |
This message is found on various terminals, and has a partial clip of "Don't Fear the Reaper"
playing.
( Cut just in case. ) |
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| A Question About Child Care... |
[Aug. 15th, 2010|01:38 am] |
Florette tends not to ask very many questions. She's more of a quiet observer as she wanders the Nexus and occasionally very surreptitiously dusting the occasional Random Nexus Credenza. Right now she's looking ever so slightly harried as she stands near the the sign. Her hair is slightly frazzled, she seems ever so slightly out of breath.
A few yards away is something that looks like the cross between the best jungle gym ever and a cage made out of slightly glowing green glass. Inside are three children in tight fitting black clothes that cover every inch of them except for their faces, hands and feet, and over that, they're wearing ponchos. Two of the children are identical enough to be twins, and the third is a child with cat ears and a tail. The cat eared child is climbing, the twins are pretending to fight--while climbing.
"What are some good ways to keep three extremely active and destructive children occupied."
((OOC: Yes, if I was going to have one live PB I should have used live actors for all of them, but I am lazy.)) |
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| Favorite quote? |
[Jul. 2nd, 2010|11:01 pm] |
There is a Catholic priest in the Nexus. He stands about 5'10" with short cropped brown hair and brown eyes of a peculiarly honey-toned shade. He studied the sign for a long moment, then finally turns to the people around the sign. "What is your favorite quote?" he asks in a thick German accent. "Mine comes from the Bible, from Ruth. 'Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.'"
((Yes, this is an Ed in disguise, no, your character doesn't get to recognize him. :P)) |
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| Amends to the dead |
[Apr. 13th, 2010|09:04 pm] |
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There's a new Edward Elric in the Nexus. Yes, another one. This one stands about 5'10" and looks like he lost a lot of the muscle mass Edwards are known for. He looks outright average, actually.
He's sitting on one of the benches, legs tucked up to his chest, chewing on his lips before he speaks up quietly. "How do you go about making amends to the dead?" |
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| New arrival in the Nexus |
[Mar. 24th, 2010|09:53 pm] |
First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye debated for nearly a half an hour about speaking up, staring at the sign from a healthy distance as she argued with herself. But it was either time to speak up, or time to go home, and that option made her finally decide to ask what was on her mind.
"Have you ever been in a situation where you were a party to causing a great deal of harm to someone else, someone who did nothing to deserve what happened to them, and you were in a position where stopping it from happening was not an option, but you're still just as guilty as everyone else involved?" |
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[Mar. 13th, 2010|01:32 pm] |
Its been a long time since this Roy Mustang has entered the Nexus. In fact, he's rather surprised by it. He glances around, taking note of those around him. There's no way the military could have followed him here, but they could have found another way here. They've wanted access to the Nexus, still now that he's found it again, he can use it to his benefit. He heads into the center.
"How long can you fight before you forget how to do anything else?" Mustang asks, with all the weariness of one who is getting tired of conflict. "I'm also curious if there are ways to get information from one world while I'm here?" |
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[Jan. 9th, 2010|11:15 pm] |
Havoc can remember his first unintentional visit to the Nexus. It had been just after Katherine's rejection, which had been on the heels of Mustang steeling one of the ladies that he'd had his eye on and even asked out.
Since then his life has changed, trapped in the Nexus, meeting alts, suffering LOLs, finding his way home and saving his world only to end up back here, then his Mustang and Hawkeye finding their way here and bringing him home. He'd been a second lieutenant when he first came, now he was a major. Friends that were single were now happily married. Havoc had fallen in and out of love.
Now, years from that first entrance, Havoc strolls in, slumping down onto the couch. "So you ever think you're cursed when it comes to something?" Havoc asks, "Like relationships?"
Somethings never change. |
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| Have an(other) Elric, Nexus! |
[Jan. 4th, 2010|08:40 pm] |
There is an Edward Elric in the Nexus, studying The Sign. This one seems different -- maybe not as much as the genderswapped ones some. Is it the fact his coat looks more like a robe? Is it the fact he's merely 'on the short side' rather than 'fullmetal chibi'? Is it that both of his hands appear to be flesh?
Maybe it's the antennae -- not just a stray bit of hair sticking out of his bangs, but two thin, almost insectlike strands poking out from within his hair.
"Where..." he shook his head. "No, I don't want that to be my question. I'm looking for someone. Can anyone help me out here?" |
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[Dec. 20th, 2009|12:04 am] |
((Please pretend this is around early December, thanks))
Jean hasn't been around the Nexus, because well, taking college courses and starting ones own business is a lot for anybody to do.
"Alright, whose bright idea was it to have finals during the busiest shopping season of the year?" He asks. Its more rhetorical of a question, but still it needs to be asked. He sighs, "On a more serious note, anyone got any study tips?" |
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[Dec. 4th, 2009|02:35 pm] |
Somewhere in the Nexus, there is a door.
It is not a very large door, constructed to the average height and width of the front door of the average suburban house. On the whole is is entirely unremarkable, with only a peep hole and door knob to make it any more than a large, painted plank of wood. Those who frequent the area might notice that it is rather new, however, seeing as it appeared just now.
This is probably where the original author would derail into an epic off-the-wall tale about alternate dimensions or magical realms, but the current writer is both too tired for that shit and wholly uncreative.
The door opens to admit a tallish female figure into the Nexus, wearing a closed, hooded trenchcoat that makes her look like a monk released from an insane asylum and smelling faintly of a great many supernatural things should one be given to noticing those sorts of scents. Raw magic, werewolves, a faint trace of limbo, some sort of rabbit--the brimstone is likely the strongest of those scents, though. Tends to cling around a demon.
Sandra closes the door to her house behind her, not noticing it vanish and only noticing that she's not in her usual surroundings after she misses the marked lack of a step down to the street and stumbles. "What--?" She stares around at her new and somewhat strange company (was that a Transformer?) and blinks several times before forming a coherent reply.
"What the hell did Jack do now?"
Hello, Nexus. Meet Sandra Eastlake. |
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[Aug. 6th, 2009|06:33 pm] |
A young aristocratic woman enters the Nexus. She is sucking her fingers, trying to get off a suspicious thick red fluid off the digits. She looks around with dark eyes, confused as she walks, still absently cleaning off her hand. When her eyes finally alight on the sign, she laughs, her index finger popping out of her mouth to show slightly elongated and sharpened upper and lower canines. "Of all the places I have been," she says, her voice rolling with a slight eastern European accent, "this is the first I've seen that invites that you ask questions. Ah, then... for a question, may I ask what there is to do around here?" |
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[Jul. 24th, 2009|10:03 pm] |
Zelgadis strolls into the Nexus to the sign. "Finally found a way back here," he notes. "A lot has happen. So what's new with everyone else?" |
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[May. 28th, 2009|08:34 pm] |
Ed's looking rather perky today. But then, he's discovered a way to potentially weird out people he knows back home and the part of him that's an evil little shit is horribly tempted.
"So. Who else has found little toys of themselves or of people you know? And how many of you have shown them to said other people just to see their reactions?" Now he grins. "And who thinks I should do this?" |
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