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[Feb. 20th, 2011|09:08 pm] |
Normally people just walk into the Nexus. It's not every day that a large, flying beast lands there. But it seems to be domesticated, if the saddle on its back is any indication. A young boy jumps off, uncaring about the fact his mount was easily three times his height. A small, chittering winged lemur landed on his shoulder.
The boy looked around, surveying the Nexus. "This place hasn't changed much, has it? I wonder if anyone remembers me?" He paused on the sign. "Well, I guess I should ask a real question. How long is it after a war for things to heal?"
Aang sat down, waiting to see what would happen. |
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| Nexus, meet Marla... |
[Aug. 19th, 2010|08:36 pm] |
There is a woman in the Nexus, which isn't terribly unusual -- there are many women in the Nexus. She is dressed casually, and the flip flops and T-shirt hint that she probably came from somewhere warmer. There is a tote bag -- a touristy affair with a palm tree and 'Maui' written on it -- full of odds and ends in her left hand. The dagger hanging from a belt around her waist -- the very magical dagger, despite the fact someone wrapped the handle in colored electrical tape -- hint that she's probably either the sort who is paranoid or threatened enough to wear a knife to the beach.
She regarded the sign with some seriousness. "Shit, B was right," she said softly. "Rondeau?" She looks around, sighing. "You better have just wandered off for a drink or something."
Marla slouched on one of the chairs nearby. "Okay, so questions. How many of you people have had a home? I don't mean somewhere where you keep your crap or the shithole town you happened to be born, but a place where you felt like you belong."
(Probably will be spoilers for Broken Mirrors in the comments; the ending left Marla kind of pissed...) |
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| Shopping for answers |
[Apr. 7th, 2010|12:55 am] |
The Nexus was a nice place. It wasn't easy to afford some of the prices set, but there were paints available which were like nothing she could find at home. Those special editions of her pottery sold for very steep prices, more than enough to turn a profit off the initial costs.
And while she was here, why not a trip to the sign? No, she wasn't looking for someone, hoping to see someone. It had been so long, she really had no actual hope. Just a chilled fragment of a ghost that faded out in a whisper of expected disappointment as she arrived and looked around.
A question. There were a few she had on her mind, but really, most weren't worth asking. Where did he go? What if it was intentional? What if she'd misread him all along... which wouldn't be the first time she'd misread someone. No, if he did still come around, it wouldn't get back to him that it bothered her.
"I've heard a saying recently. 'The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards'," Filia began. "Do you have any annoying bastards in your life that you simply cannot shake for anything? What in the world possesses them to hound your every step, to appear at the worst possible times, to make a nuisance of themselves? And everything about them is the embodiment of pure evil? And what if, despite that, they're counted in the very tiny ranks of people who seem to have been truly honest with you?" |
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| Amatter of time |
[Apr. 5th, 2010|10:59 pm] |
Fujin had been sitting out by the sign most of the...day? Week? however long she'd been here this time. Weather hadn't seemed to change much, which made hanging out by the sign rather pleasant, but sometimes she wished for a good storm. Storms were loud and chaotic, and somehow comforting.
Looking for something to do, she took out some poster board and wrote a question on one.
If someone offered you the chance to change something horrible in your past would you do it? Would you do it if you knew that chance could go wrong and undo time itself?"
she set the poster board up next to her and took out a smaller tablet of paper and started to draw.
((mun is heading home, more in about an hour)) |
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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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| This is scientific. |
[Oct. 4th, 2009|02:28 pm] |
Sarah walks out into the question area of the Nexus with a clipboard under her arm, whistling a cheery little tune as her fire-lizard Tsuri flies along beside her. After a moment of looking around, she finds a stool and climbs up to stand on it to get her head over the majority of the crowd (really, you can't do anything about those giant robots and other crazy things running around). She looks around for a moment, clears her throat, cups a hand around her mouth, and...
( Cut in case of wee ones knowing slang. )
That said, she pulls the clipboard out and clicks a pen out. "Your response?" |
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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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[Dec. 21st, 2007|12:24 am] |
"Am I the only one who thinks this is a particularly sucky time of year to deliberately LOL people?" A freshly two-inch tall Ed sits sulkily on a chair arm, where he climbed to avoid being stepped or sat on.
"For those who don't care about the previous question, I guess I should ask something else. Um, what do you like about winter?"
((It's three in the morning. Will respond to tags after I sleep. Back.)) |
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