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[quote name='Neuvoxraiha][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So Ikillion and Rachmaninoff hadn't heard about this movie. Therefore I can only assume that none of YOU have heard of this movie either.[/FONT'][/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]You're kidding, right? This thing's been all [I]over[/I] TV Guide, among other places. Usually I can't stand musicals ? the one exception being The Sound of Music, for what reason I'm not entirely certain. See, I just can't deal with the constant eruptions of song and choreographed dancing and general WTFery that goes on in them. I'm kind of excited about Sweeney Todd, though. First, it's looking a bit darker than most musicals I've seen, and seeing how much I enjoy Poe and Hitchcock and V for Vendetta, I though I might check it out. Second, Johnny Depp is doing a musical. Hopefully I'll be able to catch it in theaters. Otherwise, I hope it comes out on DVD sometime soon.[/FONT]

[quote name='Lunox][font="trebuchet ms"'] I really think that some anime purists need to get over themselves.[/font][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Oh come on, [COLOR="DarkRed"]Lunox[/COLOR]. Not everybody knows how to use their heads the right way. Don't be such a profiler. Jeez.[/FONT]

[quote name='Solayo']Hahaha... I make so many mistakes here...[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Eh, don't sweat it. Happens to all of us. [QUOTE][I]Here's my first question... Are there times when you consider something very important but other people think otherwise?[/I][/QUOTE] It's a well-intentioned question, but unfortunately is very easily answered. The answer is always yes, since the answerer can always throw down the "people all have different values" card. That's all well and good, but it doesn't really make for good discussion. So I propose a related question: are there things or ideas?which you believe are supremely important and which others do not?where you cannot understand how these others can view these ideas so trivially? And bother scholastics.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Wow. We like devolving into shouting matches around here, don't we? First the original case-specific prompts: Tire? Eeengh. I'd want to, but when I'm driving somewhere, which is the only time I'm actually in a position to see a person with a flat tire, I'm usually on a completely unforgiving deadline, and so I can't typically help. Also, if it's a Toyota on the side of the road, I keep driving. Toyotas never break down. Ever. Lost kid? Probably. Unfortunately, the tendency for people to scream [strike]wolf[/strike] child molester is rather high, so the most I'd safely be able to do would be to notify one of the nearest staff members to the child's predicament and return with them. It irritates me that I can't just say "Hi" to a kid without people potentially wigging out, but what have you. Stupid reactionary culture. Drunk person trying to drive? No. Ye gods, no. I'll be hindering them as much as possible, and shepherding them to a sober person's car. That is, provided I'm ever in that situation. I don't come into a lot of contact with drunk people, considering. As for other situations not covered by that, it depends on the situation [I]and[/I] if I can sense honest motives.[/FONT]

[quote name='Humaru']Im tired of seeing 4 year olds going around here wearing bandanas with the leaf village symbol on them.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Indeed. Now, how old were you when Power Rangers first came out? Eh? Small kids geek over shows they like. They collect merchandise like there's no tomorrow. It was the same with the Lone Ranger, the TMNT, Spiderman, and Spongebob. ([I]*cringe*[/I]) Naruto fandom isn't really a surprise. I don't think anime is becoming childish. I just think you're looking in the wrong places. Try the back of Hastings.....[/FONT]

[quote name='James][font=franklin gothic medium']In terms of actual classical pieces, I think my favourite piece is Kanon in D by Pachelbel. Interestingly some of the newer updates to this piece are even better than the original, in my view. I would like Kanon in D to be played at my funeral actually.[/font][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Cellists the world over will despise you for all eternity. (I play trombone, so we're good. :p) [B]Edit:[/B][quote name='James][FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium']Other than that, another favourite is Vivaldi. I am a fan of Vivaldi's Four Seasons and I think one of my favourites is Violin Concerto No. 8.[/FONT][/quote] Oddly enough, I have this really crappy Paintball FPS for Windows 95 or something archaic like that, but which has an amazing metal soundtrack — including an excellent cover of the first movement of [I]Spring[/I]. I have no clue who performed it, despite intensive efforts, but whoever it was did a phenomenal job of transferring the style correctly to electric guitar.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Believe it or not, I have thought about that myself. The answer depends on how much life I sense in them.[/FONT]

[quote name='Fasteriskhead']So, what do you do? Do you give up every chance for affection in exchange for absolute certainty? Everyone I've asked has said "no," and unless someone here is significantly different, I think I'll get the same answer. Truthfully, no one even finds it a difficult choice.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Funnily enough, I don't even need to know of the negative qualifier as part of the bargain to say no. Here's why: Absolute certainty. I don't want to know what people think. I don't want to know if I have secrets kept from me. I [I]certainly[/I] don't want to know what my next gift will be, or even that I'll be getting a gift. "Absolute certainty" is so dangerously close to omniscience that obtaining it would make life insanely boring. I do not believe love is actually definable. Love isn't even an emotion as I perceive it, so much as it is a state of mind. To love a person or object or idea means that one would take actions and make sacrifices for said person or object (or idea) that one would otherwise not consider, for whatever reason. E.g.: I have three younger sisters. We squabble and snipe at each other on a regular basis because we are a fairly normal bunch of siblings; but if any one of them were to be threatened physically or emotionally, I would risk whatever necessary to end up between them and their aggressor. Even if we had just had the most vicious argument any of you could dream up, I would still do this for her, without hesitation. Hate is basically the identical statement, excepting that the actions and sacrifices are now made [I]against[/I] the object of hatred. I have personal examples here as well, but I will not here go into what I would like to do to said object(s), for graphic reasons. For now, let's just say that I am a very intense person, and the more I hate something, the longer I allow it to live.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Of the unforgivable ones, I admit to [B]LoZ: Ocarina of Time[/B] and [B]Majora's Mask[/B]. No real acceptable reason for either; I just never got the time. Of the understandable ones, only [B]Star Wars: Bounty Hunter[/B]. There was only so much of that I could take before the whole game devolved into tedium. Other than that, I always beat every game I own, mainly because I don't buy really crappy ones. (I think that might be the single perk of an extremely limited budget.)[/FONT]

That's true. Wait....  ....oohhhhhhh frick.

[FONT=Arial]Got an explanation for the knives, but it gets kind of historically intense. First, I hope you guys don't mind if I explore that; second, I'm going to be out of contact for about a week, so I don't know how much I'll be able to hash out regarding what I see. If I haven't posted it by around two-thirty (your time) tomorrow, then I'm still not finished typing. Have fun![/FONT]

Before the debris had gotten a chance to clear from the air, two blurred shapes broke from the cloud and shot towards Nathan. The shinigami drew his scythe instantly, turning as it spun though his fingers. Metal clashed on metal twice, and Nathan sheathed his weapon again fluidly, facing his new opponents with a raised eyebrow. “Well, now,” he commented in offhand curiosity. “I haven’t seen those kinds of blades in a very long time. Not since the war….” “Whaddya know?” returned one of them, idly flipping the knife in his hand. “We’ve got ourselves a veteran, here.” He grinned nastily. “About time we had some action.” Nathan studied the two vampires in front of him. The first one to speak—the one to the left—was fairly well-built and an average height, which gave Nathan a good two-inch advantage. The man had a long face, but his features were soft and boyish, and his sandy-brown hair was close-cropped. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, black boots, and a grey woolen pullover with the collar up and the zipper down, exposing a plain white shirt underneath. He leaned forward in his stance, and his head tilted down, so that he stared out from under his brows. The other was a woman, about Nathan’s height, with short blonde hair—except for the slightly longer crimson mohawk that ran back across the top of her head. She was dressed in jeans and grey sneakers, a light brown leather hide jacket closed all the way up, and a wool scarf wrapped snugly around her neck. She stood back a bit, resting her offhand on her hip, and she looked at the death angel disdainfully, holding her head high. Her features were pretty and slightly icy. Each of them held a long combat knife in their right hand. They were simple weapons, designed for function more than looks, but the metal of their blades were black like charcoal. Nathan knew that metal, had fought against many a vampire wielding the same kind of weapon; they were well-made knives, he decided, judging from the ease with which the male vampire continued to toss his. Nathan gestured to it. “Where’d you come by that?” he asked casually. The man shrugged. “Standard issue. I was told that these are what we fight your kind with.” “Right.” Nathan laughed once. “Victor tell you that?” “Victor?” questioned the woman. “Are we supposed to know the name?” Now it was Nathan’s turn to shrug. “I thought you might have heard it. It’s of no consequence.” He hooked his thumbs carelessly in his pockets. “At any rate, you both are far too young to appreciate those blades. In fact, I’d guess that neither of you are over sixty.” “Your point?” the man asked sarcastically. “You both work for the Count, correct?” The vampires said nothing. Nathan raised his eyebrow again. “I’ll take that as a ‘supposedly’,” he said with a smirk. “According to my sources,” he continued, “this Count creature takes mainly children as his … associates. I know vampires who age do so slowly, and you both appear to be late teens at best. You,” he said, indicating the girl, “are understandable, given the circumstances, but I sincerely question your partner’s presence. “Furthermore, you—” he pointed to the man “—have no bite scars on your neck, which means you were sired, not turned. Born and turned vampires don’t particularly enjoy working with each other, which tells me you both are born, and therefore age. Given your appearances, I’d place you both at around fifty to fifty-five, though I could be a little off….” “Enough!” the woman spat. “What will our age matter, when you’re dead?” She lunged at Nathan. The shinigami dodged effortlessly. “It means,” he continued, unperturbed, “that neither of you actually know what you’re dealing with. Or who, as it were.” “I know you are a shinigami, and that is enough,” she said, recovering herself. “Indeed?” Nathan returned flatly. “I believe your partner mentioned, correctly, that I am a war veteran. Surely that should cause you some concern. I mean, come on,” he said, motioning to the room. “I did take care of your little legion of monsters already.” The woman uttered a scornful laugh. “It seems it is you who know nothing,” she mocked him. “As long as a single one of us stands, we are a legion.” Nathan rolled his eyes.

[quote name='Starwind']Personally, I am of the opinion that this is a silly kind of non-topic,....[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Pretty much. It struck me, so I brought it up. Actually, I thought she was Madonna for a second, which raises an interesting question: why does Gwen do that?[/FONT]

[CENTER][IMG]http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/characters/images/kirby/kirby_071220s.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [FONT=Arial]This is quite possibly one of the funniest images I've ever seen. :animesmil[/FONT]

[quote name='silpheedpilot][SIZE="1"][COLOR="SlateGray"]I think thats just a standard olde english L, guys. Dont' flip a stitch over nothin', haha.[/COLOR'][/SIZE][/quote] [quote name='Rachmaninoff']Allamorph, she's just using a similar font, nothing else.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Ya, I know. I just like makin' a big deal out of little stuff. I still don't approve. :p[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]So, I was watching VH1's recap of this year (my sister didn't want to flip to Pitch Black, and I was in an amiable mood :p), and I saw a new perfume add with Gwen Stefani's signature on it. She's calling it "L", and her marketing symbol is oddly familiar.... [URL=http://www.la-story.com/upload/2007/09/getting_into_the_fall_fragrance_groove_with_recomm/lamb%20fragrance.jpg][COLOR="Blue"][U]Gwen's ad[/U][/COLOR].[/URL] [URL=http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1419/974496067_d338ad6b36.jpg][COLOR="Blue"][U]Wait. Death Note?[/U][/COLOR][/URL] So she has a little calligraphy line down the center, and the bottom of her L drips. I do not approve, Gwen.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]If I had regular access to a stove/oven/grill, etc., I'd probably be a good cook. As it stands, I am the go-to guy when my family wants to eat hamburgers. Little garlic, little onion, little cayenne.... My father makes a killer thirteen-layer cake. That, and he knows a lot of good South Carolina recipes, so when he cooks we know it's tasty.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Done. ...ish. I hope you don't mind that I gave Adrienne access to her abilities at such an early age, [COLOR="DarkRed"]Vicky[/COLOR], or that I used her father as a sort of "carrier". Those are the two touchy spots, I think. [COLOR="DarkRed"]Raiha[/COLOR], my lady, you give me the shivers.[/FONT]

Selected excerpts from the private journal of Dr. A. David Fewell: November 187:28 pm: Fairly relaxed day today. Three scheduled surgeries, all of which went well, and the Trauma wing was thankfully quiet. I wish there were more days like this. I'm puzzled, though. I can't stop thinking about my daughter. She ran out to greet me when I got home, but when I reached to scoop her up I felt a sharp jolt shoot through my arm, and I recoiled and almost yelled. I wish I hadn't. Adrienne knew something was wrong because she asked me what happened. I didn't know what to tell her, so I asked if she'd been scooting around on the carpet before she came outside. She said she had, and I let it go. I've felt that kind of shock before, though. It was several years ago, before I had my doctorate, while I was still a nurse. A man had been brought into the ER, a hispanic man, with multiple broken bones and severe internal hemorrhaging; he'd been in a major car crash or something like that. I remember asking the EMTs why he wasn't on a drip, and they'd said that they hadn't been able to penetrate his skin, and they'd showed me the syringe shards to prove it. I didn't really know what was going on, but I stopped one of the interns before they broke another IV. We used local anesthetic on his chest so we could open him up and try to stem the internal bleeding, but when I tried to make the incision things like icicles seemed to burst through his skin, and my scalpel broke. The man had been barely conscious when he'd been brought in, but right then he had a quick burst of lucidness, and he'd grabbed my hand. I remember jerking to look him in the eye, and he'd been staring right back, giving me the most intense look I'd ever seen. He looked like he was trying to tell me something. Then his eyes glazed over and he'd gone into cardiac arrest. An intern had tried to administer CPR, but on the first compression his hands had been speared by more of those icicle things, and he had to be rushed into the next room. I'd felt the same kind of shock when he grabbed me as I did today. Only, then it had been like something had rushed up my arm, and today it was as if something had left. I can't help but think that the two are related somehow. Adrienne is only five. I hope nothing happens to her because of this. I hope I'm just imagining things. ----------------------------------------- May 259:06 pm: I was watching Adrienne play this evening. She's such a wondrous girl. Sometimes she's absolutely full of life and bubbling over, and then she can turn around and be amazingly quiet and intense. Her powers of observation are very good, especially for a girl of seven. I have to constantly watch what I talk to Marie about in front of her because I never know what she'll pick up. Anyway, she was playing with her Legos tonight (Marie can't seem to interest her in Barbie stuff, which gives me some small satisfaction), and she'd finished the airplane she'd been working on since yesterday and started flying it around, and it was the strangest thing, but I swear I saw little trails of light coming off the back of the plane. Adrienne didn't seem to notice, and Marie wasn't around. Maybe I need to have my eyes checked. May 278:15 am: I'm writing this in my office. I know I wasn't seeing things Tuesday evening. This morning Adie was up before I left for work again, and she waved goodbye from the living room window like she usually does on such days. Right as I pulled out onto our street, I saw her make a concentrating face and cup her hands in the air in front of her like she was holding something up. I was absolutely astounded to see a heart made of light floating above her palms. It only existed for a few seconds, and after it disappeared Adrienne smiled really big. I didn't know what else to do, so I smiled back. It seems as if she knows what she can do. I'll talk to her when I get home today. 9:43 pm: I asked her about the heart before bedtime tonight, when Marie was out of the room. Adrienne said she'd been practicing so she could "do the heart for me", so she is aware of what she can do. I asked her if she practiced a lot, and she said no, that she'd tried to before and the effort had always made her dizzy. I told her that it was okay to play around every now and then, but that she shouldn't do it with any other people. I know she doesn't understand why, but I hope she'll do as I say. I intend to work with her to see just what this gift of hers is. I can't believe this is real. June 69:40 pm: My daughter is photokinetic. This is incredible. ----------------------------------------- August 301:21 pm: I got careless today during our little practice session. Adie's made amazing progress in the past year; I still can't believe she can do what she can do. It should be impossible. Anyway, usually I don't work with her for more than thirty minutes. I started with ten last year, and I've slowly been increasing the length of time we work together since about January. But today she seemed to be having so much fun that I forgot to watch myself, and all of a sudden Adie started to complain of a headache. I stopped immediately and told her to get some rest, and she fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow. It looks like this gift of hers has its drawbacks. Too much usage at once is taxing to her body. I will be very careful from now on. ----------------------------------------- March 99:42 pm: After thirty-four months of sporadic "training", Adrienne can mimic the shape of most real objects quite well. Her constructs are all transparent, and somewhat prismatic, with streaks of various colors rippling through them, but she appears to be developing a good deal of visual control. She can also sustain multiple light spheres at once, and can move them through space with some effort. I am so proud of her, even if I don't really know what she's doing or how she does it. She says she wants to be an artist when she grows up. I think it's kind of fitting. ----------------------------------------- July 2311:07 pm: Adrienne got into another argument with her mother today. I usually don't pay any attention to them (unless Marie calls me to intervene) because Adie's in high school and this is an intense time for her emotionally. That, and she doesn't clash with us quite as often as other parents of teenagers claim theirs do, so I feel kind of blessed by that. I wasn't even listening to the words, as usual, but I noticed their voices getting louder and more heated, and then I heard Marie scream. It was the single most gut-wrenching moment of my life. I flew down the stairs to the kitchen, and found Marie unconscious on the floor on one side of the bar, and Adrienne crying and vomiting on her knees on the other. Marie's in the hospital right now. Robert said he'd talk to me in the morning. Adrienne hasn't come out of her room since I got back. I don't know what to do. July 24:Marie is blind. July 2510:51 am: I talked with Robert again a few minutes ago. He said the damage to Marie's eyes is serious, and he doesn't think there's anything he can do. He wants to know what happened; he says her retinas look as if she'd stared at the sun for several hours with no protection. What do I say? I can't tell him that my daughter did this. 2:38 pm: I finally got a chance to speak with Marie. She says that they'd been arguing, and that some hurtful words had been exchanged. I won't repeat anything here. But Marie said she'd been returning a stinging comment when Adrienne had screamed for her to shut up, and then light had exploded in front of her face. So the last sight my wife will ever have is an attack by her own daughter, with the same power that I've been in awe of for twelve years. 11:30 pm: Adrienne has cried herself to sleep for the third night in a row. I don't know if I can tell her what's happened to her mother yet. I don't know if either of us have the strength. ----------------------------------------- August 188:46 pm: Adrienne left for college today. She's decided to major in art. Marie, Handsome, and I saw her off at the airport. Well, Handsome and I did. Adie's a very talented girl, and I'm sure she'll be very successful in her chosen career. I don't know who'll miss her more: me, her mother, or our seeing-eye dog. The golden lab has gotten very attached to Adie, and he's already spent half the evening moping at the foot of the stairs. He's with Marie right now with his head draped across her lap, while she listens to the news on the radio. I saw trails of light behind Adie's airplane today as it took off, and I know she made them. It almost made me cry. I wish Marie could have seen it. -----------------------------------------   Name: Adrienne Fewell Age: 27 Ability: Photokinesis; can control, sustain, and manipulate light as energyâ??at the expense of physical strength and endurance, and sometimes a degree of physical harm Sign: Scorpius Appearance: Thus.

[FONT=Arial]I'll be putting my sign-up up in the next couple of days. I'd have done it already, but I have about four other things I want to do at the same time, and the indecision usually means I end up playing Devil May Cry until I forget what I was doing. :animesigh Gotta focus.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Didn't Candle Jack come from Freakazoid? Unless I am mistaken, Freakazoid was a cartoon before it was a game (if it even made it to being a game), so I'd say no. As much as I hate to be elitist, these are supposed to be Nintendo's all-stars. I've been wondering, though. Is there a reason your posts keep getting cut off before the last few letters, guys? :p Diggin' the rotating stage.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]If I may clarify something here..... The main issue [I]isn't[/I] that you haven't got enough length for your RPs. It's that you haven't got enough [U]content[/U]. I looked over the threads you started in Auditions (wow, that feels so weird saying Auditions), and there's barely any story concepts presented in any of them. The later ones do have three to four paragraphs to them [I]*cough*[/I], but the RP is still skeletal, and I only picked up a vague clue of what you even wanted to do, let alone if you had somewhere you wanted to go in mind. Basically, if you would take your concepts?which may or may not be good; I can't tell?and hash out when it is, where it is, [I]what[/I] it is, and who you want in it, then I'd be willing to bet that you'd make the "three paragraph" quota no problem. Actually, I dare anyone to make a clear, cohesive sign-up for an RP that takes up less than four lines. Moving onwardly.... [QUOTE][I]All right, since this site exist for anime, manga, and more. Why are their soo few members?[/I][/QUOTE] People don't come here. Not sure what else to say to that effect.... Could be the quality "restriction". :p [QUOTE][I]Ok, Moderators have been a pain in my back for a while.[/I][/QUOTE] Moderators do their jobs. No offense intended, but if moderators are consistently closing your threads, then perhaps you might be at fault. And [COLOR="DarkRed"]Sandy[/COLOR] creeps me out, too. Don't worry about it. :animesmil (Only a little.)[/FONT]

[quote name='Aceburner]Waitaminit, c-could that be a [b']coin battle!?[/b][/quote] [FONT=Arial]It seems that way. :animesigh I kinda hate to say this, but [COLOR="DarkRed"]haku[/COLOR] has some of the worst ideas about characters I've heard. Naruto is in no way a Nintendo star. In the first place, he's not even specific to Nintendo?he's a money-maker tied to a popular anime; in the second place, the only reason he's even popular is because of the rabid Narutards, and if they ever get a say in the roster list....; in the third place, do you really want to hear "Believe It!" every time some twit hits the taunt button?; and finally, no. Just no. Same with One Piece. Anywho, now that I'm done ranting, I think co-op event matches is an interesting concept. Not absolutely amazing, but nifty. I'm certain it'll be fun. :D[/FONT]

[quote name='Deus ex Machina][COLOR="DarkOrange"']Standards of Learning. In Virginia Beach, it's our big end of the year test. [/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Hunh. And here I was thinking it stood for something else. I [I]have[/I] to curb my vulgarity.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Awesome. We hope you like it here. :animesmil[/FONT]