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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [open]  Chaos and Whimsy; any
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    eddie

    weaving a thread round your heart and your soul, deceiving your eyes and delaying your goal..

    His eyes narrow slightly as her antennae twitch, though out of curiosity, rather than any negative connotations; they soften again as they drift to the brightly colored wings that adorn her back. It’s been a while since he’s been around someone with any kind of air or sky connections, not since he last saw his family all those years ago. A gentle twinge of longing reverberates through his body, though it is far less powerful than it used to be. It’s not exactly that he’s given up on finding them, but more that the expectation has diminished and in turn, so have the intense melancholy and desperation.

    He nods slightly when she speaks. “Yeah, I can see how that would be hard. To be honest, I don’t really understand it either.” A murky orange tongue flicks through the haze when she offers up that abashed smile, which doesn’t seem to match the tone of her voice when she mentions how animated the colors seem. Though he does not quite realize it yet, there is his first connection to the phenomena he’s been experiencing, seemingly out of nowhere. “It’s strange… I don’t ever remember seeing anything like this before. Maybe I’ve just never paid enough attention...”

    His voice trails off, leaving an unspoken end to his sentence. True, maybe he’s been consumed with his own emotions and hasn’t paid much heed to others’ feelings, but that just doesn’t quite seem right. He’s pretty sure this is new and that he’s always been rather in tune with how others feel (at least about him, though his insecurity has bred a certain bias into that heightened intuition).

    Or maybe not. He misses her first set of questions entirely, so he skips right into a stuttered response at her next one. “Umm. Well, I guess I’ve really been looking more at the colors.” He really hasn’t seen her, mostly just her aura. He looks away, cheeks burning just a bit, and had they been present, his ears would have flattened slightly for his shame. Still unable to make direct eye contact, he speaks again, “Sorry about that. Not sure how to make that up to you… maybe tell me more about yourself?”

    ..ships in the night, when they pass out of sight, deliver their cargo of earthly delights
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    Messages In This Thread
    Chaos and Whimsy; any - by Tipitina - 11-14-2025, 01:16 PM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by eddie - 11-17-2025, 03:54 AM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by Tipitina - 11-17-2025, 10:20 AM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by eddie - 11-21-2025, 09:47 AM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by Tipitina - 12-05-2025, 12:17 PM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by eddie - 03-09-2026, 06:51 AM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by Tipitina - 05-08-2026, 10:31 AM
    RE: Chaos and Whimsy; any - by eddie - 08-08-2026, 05:15 PM



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