Life After-Part Seventeen by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Seventeen
Storm took her time getting back to the medical ward. It was about twenty minutes later when she got there. Jess was sitting next to Storm's bed with a small pile of sheets in front of her. She started as Storm walked in.
"Storm! Hi," she said. "I've been waiting here for a while because you were at the memorial funeral thing and Erik forgot to tell me that you wouldn't be here but now you're here so that's good."
Storm took a seat on her bed and put the crutches next to her.
"Do you always talk this fast or are you just nervous?" she asked.
"Most of the time I talk like this but maybe I'm just nervous all the time. I don't really know. S
Life After-Part Sixteen by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Sixteen
Erik was sitting at his usual table in the back left hand corner of the café area when Jess got there. She was about ten minutes late. Erik was half done with his coffee and Jess's tea was slowly cooling across from him. The petite Asian woman sat down and primly crossed her legs before taking a sip of her lukewarm tea.
"Hello," she said."
"Hi," Erik said. "So what do you want to know about Storm?"
"Her file's locked to me so anything you can tell me would be really useful in me not being killed or anything because that would be horrible."
"Yeah. It would be. She's fighter. Really fighter. She's about as fighter as they come. Don't t
Life After-Part Fifteen by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Fifteen
It took a few minutes of walking for Storm to feel like she could talk like a normal person.
"What?" she asked. "What'd you want to talk to me about?"
"I just want to see how you're holding up," Randall said. "So how're you holding up? And tell me the truth, Storm. I know that fighters don't like to lie."
There was a short silence as Storm tried to put her thoughts into words that someone who wasn't a fighter could understand.
"I don't want to die like Tomas," she said. "I'm going to die in combat. Don't have a choice."
"But you aren't getting someone to help you out with that."
"Snowfall won't. Bastard."
"I'm sure he has a father. Don
Life After-Part Fourteen by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Fourteen
Erik stopped walking once they got a few feet away from the medical ward. He was too shaky to keep walking. He leaned against the wall and rubbed his eyes. It took a few steps for Snowfall to notice he had stopped walking. Once he did he turned and rolled his eyes a bit at the civ.
"First time seeing someone die?" he asked.
" Yeah."
"It gets easier. If that helps any."
"I'm not planning on seeing anyone else you know."
The sentence had started out strong but had dropped down to a whisper by the end. He took a deep breath and let it out over a few seconds.
"Storm's pretty damn shaken up, too. Even if you can't tell," Snowfall s
Life After-Part Thirteen by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Thirteen
The barracks were in an area of the ship Erik usually didn't go to. The fighters were sequestered away from everyone else in an attempt to keep the noise down. Fighters had no concept of normal hours for people to be asleep and were apt to be up and fighting at all hours. Green squad had barracks near the end of a corridor. There were lots of orange warning signs around and the sound of laser fire was a constant.
Erik hesitated at the door. Fighters were scary as hell. Storm all by herself was scary. There was no telling what a group of fighters who had been interrupted by a spare would do. He knocked once and took a few quick steps back. Th
Life After-Part Twelve by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Twelve
It took a few hours for Erik to come back to the medical ward. Clarissa had wanted him to stay around just to ask about Storm. As her file wasn't widely available it was Clarissa's only opportunity to learn anything about the fighter. Erik had told Clarissa what he knew which wasn't much. The fighters were notorious for not filling out forms on time and when they were filled out they had grammatical and spelling errors, used multiple languages which hadn't been spoken for hundreds of years, and used slang terms which only fighters understood. It was a trial trying to get anything out of them. Clarissa's file was much better kept but it was sp
Life After-Part Eleven by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Eleven
The pace was slow. Not being allowed to walk hadn't helped Storm's strength any and one of the medications was supposed to keep her a bit weaker than normal. There was a procedure to follow with fighters and medication depending on the severity of the injury. Most doctors never had to use it and it was buried deep in one file or another. Fighters had basic skills in first aid and tried to patch their squadmates up before going over to a doctor. Things that weren't so common like acid or broken bones required the attention of a doctor and most of the time the fighters realized that.
"How far?" Storm asked.
"It's not too much farther," Erik s
Dreamer 201 all edited by wordsarerequired, literature
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Dreamer 201 all edited
Sometimes I couldn't tell what was a dream and what was real. I used to be able to tell. They used to be worse at hiding the imperfections and keeping me from remembering.
But when I woke up in that alcove and felt the stark absence of Violet's mind I knew that something was wrong. It might have been that it was a dream but Violet's voice wasn't one I could hear and I could always hear her voice even through the perpetual rain. That was more important.
I sat up and moved out of my alcove in an attempt to find her like moving around would help. I eased onto the platform and stood up. The platform was a bit like a balcony and a bit like a wal
Life After-Part Seventeen by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Seventeen
Storm took her time getting back to the medical ward. It was about twenty minutes later when she got there. Jess was sitting next to Storm's bed with a small pile of sheets in front of her. She started as Storm walked in.
"Storm! Hi," she said. "I've been waiting here for a while because you were at the memorial funeral thing and Erik forgot to tell me that you wouldn't be here but now you're here so that's good."
Storm took a seat on her bed and put the crutches next to her.
"Do you always talk this fast or are you just nervous?" she asked.
"Most of the time I talk like this but maybe I'm just nervous all the time. I don't really know. S
Life After-Part Sixteen by wordsarerequired, literature
Literature
Life After-Part Sixteen
Erik was sitting at his usual table in the back left hand corner of the café area when Jess got there. She was about ten minutes late. Erik was half done with his coffee and Jess's tea was slowly cooling across from him. The petite Asian woman sat down and primly crossed her legs before taking a sip of her lukewarm tea.
"Hello," she said."
"Hi," Erik said. "So what do you want to know about Storm?"
"Her file's locked to me so anything you can tell me would be really useful in me not being killed or anything because that would be horrible."
"Yeah. It would be. She's fighter. Really fighter. She's about as fighter as they come. Don't t
Life After-Part Fifteen by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Fifteen
It took a few minutes of walking for Storm to feel like she could talk like a normal person.
"What?" she asked. "What'd you want to talk to me about?"
"I just want to see how you're holding up," Randall said. "So how're you holding up? And tell me the truth, Storm. I know that fighters don't like to lie."
There was a short silence as Storm tried to put her thoughts into words that someone who wasn't a fighter could understand.
"I don't want to die like Tomas," she said. "I'm going to die in combat. Don't have a choice."
"But you aren't getting someone to help you out with that."
"Snowfall won't. Bastard."
"I'm sure he has a father. Don
Life After-Part Fourteen by wordsarerequired, literature
Literature
Life After-Part Fourteen
Erik stopped walking once they got a few feet away from the medical ward. He was too shaky to keep walking. He leaned against the wall and rubbed his eyes. It took a few steps for Snowfall to notice he had stopped walking. Once he did he turned and rolled his eyes a bit at the civ.
"First time seeing someone die?" he asked.
" Yeah."
"It gets easier. If that helps any."
"I'm not planning on seeing anyone else you know."
The sentence had started out strong but had dropped down to a whisper by the end. He took a deep breath and let it out over a few seconds.
"Storm's pretty damn shaken up, too. Even if you can't tell," Snowfall s
Life After-Part Thirteen by wordsarerequired, literature
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Life After-Part Thirteen
The barracks were in an area of the ship Erik usually didn't go to. The fighters were sequestered away from everyone else in an attempt to keep the noise down. Fighters had no concept of normal hours for people to be asleep and were apt to be up and fighting at all hours. Green squad had barracks near the end of a corridor. There were lots of orange warning signs around and the sound of laser fire was a constant.
Erik hesitated at the door. Fighters were scary as hell. Storm all by herself was scary. There was no telling what a group of fighters who had been interrupted by a spare would do. He knocked once and took a few quick steps back. Th
Life After-Part Twelve by wordsarerequired, literature
Literature
Life After-Part Twelve
It took a few hours for Erik to come back to the medical ward. Clarissa had wanted him to stay around just to ask about Storm. As her file wasn't widely available it was Clarissa's only opportunity to learn anything about the fighter. Erik had told Clarissa what he knew which wasn't much. The fighters were notorious for not filling out forms on time and when they were filled out they had grammatical and spelling errors, used multiple languages which hadn't been spoken for hundreds of years, and used slang terms which only fighters understood. It was a trial trying to get anything out of them. Clarissa's file was much better kept but it was sp
Life After-Part Eleven by wordsarerequired, literature
Literature
Life After-Part Eleven
The pace was slow. Not being allowed to walk hadn't helped Storm's strength any and one of the medications was supposed to keep her a bit weaker than normal. There was a procedure to follow with fighters and medication depending on the severity of the injury. Most doctors never had to use it and it was buried deep in one file or another. Fighters had basic skills in first aid and tried to patch their squadmates up before going over to a doctor. Things that weren't so common like acid or broken bones required the attention of a doctor and most of the time the fighters realized that.
"How far?" Storm asked.
"It's not too much farther," Erik s
Dreamer 201 all edited by wordsarerequired, literature
Literature
Dreamer 201 all edited
Sometimes I couldn't tell what was a dream and what was real. I used to be able to tell. They used to be worse at hiding the imperfections and keeping me from remembering.
But when I woke up in that alcove and felt the stark absence of Violet's mind I knew that something was wrong. It might have been that it was a dream but Violet's voice wasn't one I could hear and I could always hear her voice even through the perpetual rain. That was more important.
I sat up and moved out of my alcove in an attempt to find her like moving around would help. I eased onto the platform and stood up. The platform was a bit like a balcony and a bit like a wal
If Kipling watched a lot of SciFi,
...Especially Star Trek:
If you can hear the Captain order 125% of available power,
And not begin to lecture about basic math skills;
If you can listen to an officer shout, 'over my dead body,'
And not raise your phaser, shouting, 'Aye-Aye, sir!';
If you can wear a red shirt, and still step onto the transporter pad,
Or step towards the anxious alien, or stand sentry duty alone,
Or cover their retreat, or go see if the monster's gone,
Or run towards the brig escape attempt in progress;
If you can open 3,643 hailing frequencies, and listen to all of them;
If you can host a Gorn envoy without wearing
Hallo, world. Or, at least, the very, very small fraction of the world that is looking at this right now. Hallo! I'm a writer. I'm trying to become better. I'm trying very, very hard to become a much better writer. Please give me critique. I will love you forever if you give me really good critique that's, you know, useful and such? I also try to be accurate and have continuity. If I get science wrong it falls into one of three categories. It's too complicated so I'm going to ignore this, I didn't feel like doing research but I will be happy to change things later, and I didn't have any idea anything was wrong.
I like Doctor Who. And Firefly. And Joss in general. And Buffy. And reading books. And staying up late plotting and doing way too much character creation and coercing people into doing art for me because I can't draw and stuff like that. I like AVMP. I'm actually a pretty nice person. I rarely use smilies.
I'm GMing a Paranoia group at random times (the above picture is drawn by one of my players. She's named Christine and she doesn't have a dA even though she should) and playing a mix of versions 3 and 3.5 of D&D irregularly. I have a barbarian gnome and a half-elf barbarian because you totally care about that.
Operating System: As much as I hate it, Vista Personal Quote: I am the incoherents today.
Favourite Movies
Serenity/The Princess Bride/Galaxy Quest
Favourite TV Shows
Doctor Who, Firefly
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
They Might Be Giants, Jonathan Coulton, Murray Gold
Favourite Books
Hitchhiker's Guide, Feed (even though it made me cry), The Disappearing Spoon, Retromancer
Favourite Writers
Poet: Emily Dickinson, Writer: Terry Pratchett/Neil Gaiman/Orson Scott Card/Douglas Adams
Favourite Games
Portal/Portal 2
Favourite Gaming Platform
Steam
Tools of the Trade
Write or Die paired with not enough sleep and a plotting notebook/too many pens and notebooks/large printed packets of paper and a pencil
This is my peer pressure thing for the month. If you have anything else you'd like me to do, bug me in February.
http://www.tumblr.com/blog/numinousmotorcycles
So there was a concert. And the sound guys were really nice. Like amazingly nice. They gave us the best pep talk before we went on stage. Apparently we didn't do as badly as everyone thought we were going to but some songs really can't be performed with forty people when they're intended to be performed with over a hundred. So there's that. But at least class until break will consist of playing theatre games. And at least I've kind of gotten art but now I don't know where to put it. And I've figured out where to put the art I'm totally going to get on Friday this time because that's what happens when you text people to remind them to do stuff
If you married the last person that texted you, what would your last name be?
My mother's last name. Which isn't actually my last name because I have my dad's last name and my mom decided to keep her maiden name.
Do you know anyone named Matt?
I know multiple people named Matt.
What smiley face do you use often?
I use :D and :( more than you'd think.
Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough?
No.
Who were you with friday night?
Girl Scouts.
What is bothering you?
Headache.
Would you ever get a tattoo?
I don't know. I keep on thinking that I would and then thinking that I wouldn't.
Is there a difference between best friend a
Yes. Right now. Sorry about me not being on when you first posted that link, but I had to eat and reset the internet because it refused to work sometimes.
GOOD LORD EMILY IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY AND I DIDNT EVEN DRAW YOU ANYTHING YOU NEED TO REMIND ME WHEN WE PASS EACH OTHER IN THE HALLWAYS ABOUT THESE THINGS NOW I WILL DRAW YOU SOMETHING TOMORROW AND IT WILL BE LATE.