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[quote name='Deus ex Machina][COLOR="DarkOrange"']lol, how come I never get praised for being frank?[/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Probably because you're looking too hard for it. Just sayin'. [QUOTE=Vicky][SIZE="1"][B]Eyes.[/B] You know what, I love eyes. I'm obsessed with eyes - I love writing about eyes, looking at people's eyes, you know. Eyes mean everything. 'Gate way to the soul' stuff may or may not be true, but your eyes hold the majority of your emotions. You know people can't tell when I'm angry or sarcastic with my sunglasses on, but immediately can with them off? It's the eyes.[/SIZE][/QUOTE] Oh my gosh. Yes. All of my favorite (original) characters have something squirrelly with their eyes in some way or another. And I firmly believe that they are indeed windows to the soul. If I can see the eyes of the person I'm talking to, it's almost like I have telepathy. (Really, it's just heightened empathy combined with my training under Holmes, but it produces an equivalent effect.) Your eyes will betray you faster than even your words. Oddly enough, I also dislike bright light. Sunlight especially, since it burns my sinuses, and I get extremely photosensitive during migraines. It's why everybody calls me Shades. :animeswea[/FONT]

[quote name='The13thMan][COLOR=DarkOrange][FONT=Century Gothic]I can totally understand you being against the use of it if you at least tried it once.[/FONT'][/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Oh, [I]that[/I] makes sense. Perhaps I should try self-injury as well. Never done that before. The steak analogy holds no water. However, since I like steak, I'll shift to eggplant. :p I know the purpose of eggplant: it is to provide nutrition. I also know the purpose of marijuana: it is to mellow one out, so to speak. I need neither item to accomplish either task, since I have other means of mellowing and/or "nutritioning" at my disposal. Actually, I think eggplant should be declared illegal. It alters the sense of taste in ways I don't care to experience. Works for marijuana....[/FONT]

[quote name='Aceburner']Sakurai really shouldn't try too hard for humor in a language he speaks broken fragments of.:animesmil[/quote] [FONT=Arial]That's profiling, dude. You suck now. :animesmil Yeah, Pit looks pretty good, and the Dark Fox is nice. I like the difficulty option for Events. It'll let those little players get some time in, and give me something to work for on the later ones. (When I get a Wii, that is. :()[/FONT]

[quote name='Aceburner']After that, though, it says that you SHOULDN'T try to ride it. The screen impiles that it moves at suicidal speeds if you do.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Ya. You think that might have been a bit of humor creepin' in there? :rolleyes:[/FONT]

[quote name='AzureWolf']*sits back, enjoying his virus-free mac*[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Some idiot here on campus released a trojan into the Network that completely trashed my roomate's Macintosh laptop. It was down for a total of about twenty-eight hours, and it took until 6 pm yesterday to even restore booting capabilities. The OS was fried, and he had to export his hard drive so he could reformat. It's running again, but still....how do Macs get viruses? And it is my belief that [COLOR="DarkRed"]Odin[/COLOR] is bipolar, or tripolar. :p[/FONT]

[quote name='Retribution][font=Arial']I invite those who are anti-Mary Jane to give a valid reason as to why it should remain illegal. To be honest, I have yet to hear any reasoning worth my time.[/font][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Actually, I haven't heard any good arguments from the [I]pro[/I]-Mary Jane angle, either. Every argument or debate in which this topic has come up ? heated, well-represented, or just casual ? has been ultimately boring on both sides. The reason the decision won't be overturned is because there is no solid case for legalization; even though the drug's opponents haven't got a great case either, they have precedent, which makes defending it all the easier. Works for me.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]That was my plan. I've been gunning for this next post ever since SunfallE put us in the room. (Which might seem creepy in retrospect, since it means I've been planning this for the better part of a month. I'm sorry; I just get carried away.... :() I'll try and have it up tomorrow. Today might be pushing things. [B]Edit:[/B] Done. And then there were four. Don't worry about Nathan, he'll be fine. Like he said, go kill that blasted idiot.[/FONT]

Nathan was just dropping down to confer with Lucia when Adrian shattered the wall over the Summoner's niche. –Good, he thought, passing the vampiress to his right arm. –That takes care of that question. He inverted as he fell, and as Lucia turned to deal with creatures behind her, Nathan grasped the scythe she whirled over her head, letting her spin him while he strafed blue fire from his left fingers. Releasing it, he flipped again, landing lightly beside her. "Well, aren't we the popular one this evening," he jibed. Naturally, Lucia said nothing. Nevril, clinging tightly to Nathan's arm, continued to whimper. Nathan flipped over Lucia again as she swept her scythe right in a vicious arc, his fiery darts slicing through another wave of Wraiths. Already it appeared that the mass of creatures was starting to recede to more manageable levels. "Nice work with the hidden ones," he called, ducking under her follow-through. "You bought us all a bit more time, I think!" He began to flow with her, complimenting her every move while allowing her to fight unrestricted, keeping her back clear of enemies. "Will it be enough for you?" she called back, raising her voice above the beasts' clamor. "I think so!" "How close are you?" "I don't know," he said, as he watched Adrian careen across the arena above him. Lucia sent a blade of flame tearing through a pair of incoming Shades. ?I thought you knew what you were doing!? she shouted. "Not exactly!" he answered. "I'm just working with what I've got!" He disintegrated more Wraiths and a couple of wolves as they continued their deadly dance. "I knew this room was another defense mechanism from the way it activated, so I guessed there might be a failsafe in the case of exceptional events. Logically–" He jumped as she rolled to one side, spinning sideways in the air above her and landing flawlessly at her side again. "–the failsafe would have to be activated by another vampire, so I needed the little one to even test the theory. Right now I'm just searching for more keys!" "How many are there?" "Dunno that, either!" A Shade slipped past their offensive and latched onto Lucia?s scythe; Nathan whipped his arm around, firing five shots into its face before it even got the chance to grapple with her. "Usually things like this run multiple keys, so I started by assuming three, four, five, or seven." Lucia nodded her thanks and renewed her efforts. "Why those numbers?" "Four is a perfect number, so it appeals to the mind. Three and seven have Judeo-Christian ties to perfection, and I know vampires have a fascination with the sacrilegious, or at least with using religious symbols for their own purposes. Five is halfway between the two—but you can also look at your hand and see that reason. "I've hit six already, so that just leaves the seventh." "And if that's not enough?" Lucia retorted. "Then I move to fifteen or twenty-seven. I doubt I'll have to, though." "Why not?" Nathan gave an amused snort. "It's just too dang many," he told her. "I mean, I can understand fifteen, just to be difficult, but twenty-seven is pushing it." "So there's only one left? What are you waiting for?!" "What else? The right moment." He abruptly spun and grabbed her arm. "I don't know how long we'll have once the release activates," he murmured into her ear, "so I want to make this window short. When you see me move, grab the other two and run." With that, he shot into the air, Nevril uttering a short shriek of dismay. At the apex of his ascent, he spun in a slow circle, extending the arm holding the little vampire behind him. A wide grin spread over his face as he came about. "Yo, Adrian!!" He snapped his arm forward, gathering up the recently-arrived Astera with the motion, and hurled Nevril and the unfortunate familiar at the ground. The shinigami in question had just landed on the arena floor, having pinned the second Summoner solidly to the stones before destroying it, and his head whipped around at the sound of his name. All he had time for, as his mind registered the two girls hurtling at him, was a confused "What?" Nevril and Astera crashed wildly into Adrian's chest, and the three tumbled over reach other for several dozen feet; Nevril landed beside the shinigami, her hands splayed conveniently against the floor where the seventh key lay hidden. Adrian spotted Nathan rocketing towards him. A string of infuriated words began to form on his lips. "Nathan, what the hell–" "Banana," said Nathan, hovering briefly over the prone shinigami. Adrian's thoughts scattered. Nathan seized the opportunity to seize one of Adrian?s scythes and sped to the wall, where a stone door had slid into the wall, marking their way out. A blue bullet from his left hand knocked a chink out of the doorframe, and he jammed the weapon?s butt into it, forcing the door to remain open. "Move!!" he shouted to the others, spraying more blue fire into the creatures. "Go, go, go!" His companions turned as one, bearing swiftly down on the freshly-opened exit; Adrian left Nevril sprawled where she lay, despite the consternated cries of his pixie, and it was Aeru who took charge of the girl once more. Nathan grabbed Adrian roughly as he flew past, jerking him to one side. Adrian was momentarily stunned by Nathan?s suddenly fierce countenance; it was almost as if the man had changed personalities inside of two seconds. "He dies tonight," Nathan hissed through his teeth, ignoring the others as they ducked under the scythe out of the room. "Make certain. I don't care who does it. I don't care how; use your scythe, use the fire, or rip his goddamned head from his body, just kill the bastard!" Adrian?s response was heated. "Why don't you make certain yourself, mister 'I'm So'...?" His voice trailed off as Nathan?s intentions dawned on him. Before he could get a word out, the blue shinigami whirled and thrust him through the opening. His back knocked his scythe out from the door, and it began to rapidly close. "Nathan!" he roared, regaining his feet. Nathan flashed his unreadable grin again. "Kill him." The door slammed shut. Adrian struck furiously at the stone with his scythes. "Goddammit! Nathan, you arrogant BASTARD!!" ------------------------------------ Nathan turned to face the remaining horde, smiling sardonically. He wasn?t about to risk the group being attacked from behind; nothing would interrupt the final confrontation if he had any say in the matter. There had been too many delays already. "My, it has been a while, hasn't it?" he inquired of no one. He cracked his neck to both sides. "I'd almost forgotten how good this feels." He stretched his arms out to either side, and as the creatures descended on him he swept them slowly towards each other. Blue fire poured from his fingers in sheets, and after three crosses he leapt into the air, shredding the few surviving Wraiths and crashing down on the last reincarnated dragon. His right fist shattered the bone of its skull, and fire sprang hungrily from his palm, devouring the beast from the inside out yet again. He stood up slowly, scanning over the now empty room. "Coward!" he cried. "Come out and face me!" As if in answer, another section of the wall exploded into a cloud of dust.

[quote name='Aceburner']Oh, and rendering the bike as a suicide move? That I don't like at ALL.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Along the same lines, Yoshi's [I]Egg Roll[/I], Jigglypuff's [I]Rollout[/I], and even Ganondorf's [I]Wizard Kick[/I] can all be suicide moves when used improperly. There'll be a method to control it, I'm sure. It'll just be really tricky. (Also, if he's going that fast to begin with, people will [U]fly[/U] when hit by that bike.) I just don't like Wario period, so I couldn't care less about his moves. :animesmil[/FONT]

[quote name='Aaryanna][COLOR="goldenrod"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Sure those of us who grew up with computers might know better....[/FONT'][/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]I dunno about that one. See, I grew up with [I]people.[/I] [I]*smack'd*[/I][/FONT]

[quote name='SunfallE][COLOR="RoyalBlue"][FONT="Lucida Sans Unicode"]Hmmm... I didn't word that right, the recommendation is for both of you.[/FONT'][/COLOR][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Hmmph. Now if you'll ex-[I]cuse[/I] me, milady, I'm off to play some Smetana.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Well, yeah. I knew there have already been pieces mentioned in the thread. I was just, you know, humoring ... umm ... her. (Her?) (This is [I]so[/I] frilling awkward.) [B]Edit:[/B] Yes. Her.[/FONT]

[quote name='Lunox][font="trebuchet ms"'] lol Well yes, I know who Beethoven and Brahms are, but I was looking more for specific pieces. I'm familiar with all the popular classical music, but I wanted some more symphonies or neat-sounding music (i.e. Danse Bacchanale). [/font][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Well, [I]naturally[/I] there's Beethoven's [I][U]Moonlight Sonata[/U][/I], but you also might look for his [I][U]Sonata Pathétique[/U][/I], which I absolutely love. (Especially that wicked tremolo in the left hand.) Other than that, you can take your pick of symphonies, though his first two hadn't quite shifted to his Romantic style yet; [I][U]Symphony No. 5[/U][/I] come to mind. I was going to say something about Brahms, but my mind just went absolutely blank on his works, so instead I'll recommend Belá Bartók's [I][U]Concerto for Orchestra[/U][/I]. I was lucky enough to see the Chicago Symphony perform this one live; at the very end, the timpanist broke his mallet so hard that the head flew up into the seats behind the stage. And I freakin' [I]missed[/I] it 'cause I was so fixated on the principal flautist. Mathieu Dufour is a lot of fun to watch. (I play trombone, and this guy was good enough to distract me from Charles Vernon. :o)[/FONT]

[quote name='Mr. Maul'][SIZE=1][COLOR=DimGray][U][B]1984[/B][/U] by George Orwell. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [FONT=Arial][strike]Seconded[/strike] Thirded. (Dang it, [COLOR="DarkRed"]Vicky[/COLOR]!! :p) Also, [U]LotR: The Third Age[/U]. (It needs a trilogy as well, so you've got the continued profit angle.)[/FONT]

[quote name='Lunox][font="trebuchet ms"']But I do need to expand my classical music selection. Any recs?[/font][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Brahms and Beethoven. Beethoven basically bridged the Classical and Romantic eras, and some of his works after he completely lost his hearing are powerful. (Also, the curse of the Ninth Symphony started with him, I believe. :p) Brahms is just gorgeous. I was fortunate enough to have been able to play an arrangement for trombone choir ? done by Blair Bollinger ? of the Andante from his Third Symphony, and the texture is wonderful. Oh, and if you like crazy stuff, check out Charles Ives. That's all I'll say. (Jays, I love Ives. What a wacko.)[/FONT]

[quote name='James][font=franklin gothic medium']I think a big part of it is having no idea about the motivations in the game they play - that is, it's a game but there's no in-game direction as such. It's almost as though the game itself needs its own sub-plot or something.[/font][/quote] [FONT=Arial]Ahh, just think about the reason [I]anybody[/I] plays an MMO. :animesmil Or do some kind of distantly-related solo work. Personally, I'm loving the open-endedness. It's like writing for two worlds at once. By the way, you got any Etheria yet? (Tell me to go fish and I'll throttle ya.)[/FONT]

[quote name='Aceburner']Metal Gear is Konami, I believe.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]And since Konami markets to all major platforms indiscriminately, my point is proven. (Anyway, I know [I]Metal Gear Solid: Twin Snakes[/I] was at least a Gamecube release, so I had a backup already.)[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]You guys are still missing the issue here. [quote name='Konata']If she can't handle the serious business that is the Internet, then she shouldn't go on it =([/quote] Maybe, but would she still have self-destructed had the offending parent not been involved? Bottom line: entering the internet at an emotionally unstable ? and yes, [I]unready[/I] ? age is not wrong, and is not the aspect this conversation should be focusing on. Saying that it's partially her fault for having an internet life is tantamount to saying she should not have had contact with other humans at all; was she emotionally ready for serious, real-life humans, but not the internet? If she'd been harassed by a letter correspondence, or by a live person paid off by a third party, is she still to blame for entering the situation? That argument cannot be made intelligently. If she'd been on the internet and no one had harassed her, she might still be alive. Certainly she may have killed herself anyway at a later date, and maybe all the harassment did was hasten the event, but we can't say anything for certain, and to blame her is asinine. We do not know what [I]might[/I] have happened, and we cannot know what [I]would have[/I] happened. All we know is what [I]did[/I] happen, and what resulted. Don't insult yourselves by shifting blame and focus away from the the adults. If they had not acted as they did (or she; I'm not quite clear on that), the girl might still be alive. There is strong evidence that she was spurred to her end, and that was and is no fault of her own.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]As soon as I can find a PS1 memory card, I'll be camping with The Legend of Dragoon. I fell in love with this game back when it was a demo in Target (which was the only reason I had to go to the store for three months), and I just bought it Saturday. [CENTER][I]*happy*[/I][/CENTER] Anyway, I thought the timed combat-addition system was amazing, and of course the whole dragon bit piqued my fantasy side. I don't really care about having to look at polygons, so I'm pretty hyped right now. I only wish that FFVII and Panzer Dragoon (I think) hadn't overshadowed it; maybe we'd have had more in the series. Ah, well.... :animesigh Until then, I have the DMC series to occupy me. (I'm so behind.)[/FONT]

[quote name='haku877']Any news about any upcoming characters?I will die if they put people from Xbox brand in there. Sega,Nintendo,(what snake came from is....i forget), the GOOD companies, I mean som Xbox people are cool, but I would really detest that.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]The market for the SSB series is Nintendo's all-stars, so I do not believe any Sony or Microsoft originals will show up. Sega and Nintendo used to run together, which is why Sonic showed up, and I don't think Solid Snake was platform-specific. (I'm still skeptical about the legitimacy of his inclusion...but hey, it's Solid Snake.) In other words, I don't think we'll ever see Dante in the lineup. Maybe Viewtiful Joe will show up in the future....[/FONT]

[SIZE="1"][align=justify][B]“I hear Tameth and Faltia are at war again, Maitiú.”[/B] Matthew Collins darted a glance down at the black timberwolf loping through the forest underbrush beside him. [B]“Yes,”[/B] he answered simply, his eyes riveted to the passing earth. Night and the absence of a moon made it difficult to spot the signs he watched for, but four years of experience had honed his vision, and his pace did not slow. After the pair had put a few more miles behind them, Matthew pulled up behind a large oak and crouched low; Conrí took a position a few meters off. The wolf spoke again, his voice barely carrying the distance. [B]“And we are not getting involved, as usual?”[/B] Matthew nodded. [B]“I had intended so,”[/B] he answered in the same low tone. He silently drew an arrow from his quiver and nocked it. The wolf glanced ahead into the brush. [B]“And this?”[/B] [B]“This,”[/B] Matthew returned, pulling the string taut, [B]“is just a little spy-hunting.”[/B] He released the arrow, and it flew into the darkness with nothing more than a whisper. A second later, a sharp yelp of pain told them his arrow had found its mark. [B]“An ankle shot,”[/B] remarked Conrí. [B]“Very nice.”[/B] [B]“I don’t like to PK,”[/B] Matthew said, firing a second into the trees. [B] “That was just to let him know I’m onto him. He’ll be running now. Circle around him,”[/B] he continued, motioning with his hand. [B] “I’ll drive him to you. Remember: all I want to do is scare him.”[/B] The wolf nodded and slunk off. [B]“But first,”[/B] Matthew told himself, [B]“I’ll call Uilleag.”[/B] [B]“And I will come and find you, Maitiú-hunter,”[/B] said a young voice to his right. Matthew shushed the eager-eyed Etherian. [B]“Hide-and-seek time,”[/B] he told the boy, ruffling his hair. [B]“Quiet, or he’ll hear.”[/B] The boy grinned. [B]“Find him before he find us? I like this game.”[/B] [CENTER]----------------------------[/CENTER] The man had dived behind the nearest tree after an arrow had unexpectedly bit his heel. When a second had whistled by him, embedding itself in the trunk of another tree, he had known the first wasn’t just some hunter’s stray arrow, and after waiting a minute for signs of pursuit, he’d taken flight. The letter-sized parcel inside his cloak bumped against his chest, reminding him constantly that he carried sensitive material, and his master would be extremely angry with him if he failed to return it. The bushes rustled to his left, and he masked his presence even as he ran, so that he would appear as just another part of the forest’s shadows and his footfalls would go unheard. Another rustle, this time to his right; his heart began to pound in his chest. He couldn’t find his trail-markers. He hadn’t seen one for several minutes; was the forest getting darker? A bat flew at him from nowhere, and as he threw up his hands to protect himself a root caught his foot, and he stumbled and crashed to the ground. He stood up in a small, starlit clearing. His eyes darted around him, and he tried desperately to regain control of himself. The snarl of a wolf from his right made him jump, and he barely contained a startled shout. Another snarl behind him; two more; five more. It must have been an entire pack surrounding him. He could see their eyes glinting just outside the clearing’s edge. How could they seem him? Why wasn’t his camouflage working? He turned in harried circles, his breath coming shorter with each moment. Children’s laughter was mixing with the voices of the wolves; was he going crazy? His hand strayed to his side. A monstrous shadow bore suddenly down on him, knocking him to the forest floor. A hand pinned him down, another held a wicked-looking sword ready to strike. The man screamed. [B]“Where is the package?”[/B] the shadow thundered. [B]“I – I don’t know what –”[/B] the man gasped, his words stumbling over each other in his fright. [B]“[I]Where!![/I]”[/B] [B]“My cloak! I-in my – my cloak!”[/B] A knee dug into his chest, and the hand released its pressure long enough to dig inside his cloak and remove the parcel. The shadow glanced at it and tossed it to the side. [B]“Who do you work for?”[/B] it demanded, thrusting its hand back over the man’s neck. [B]“I don’t –”[/B] [B]“I said [I]who[/I], Etherian!!”[/B] [B]“I swear I don’t know! I swear! My master didn’t tell me anything.”[/B] He licked his lips, scrambling for something to appease his captor. “[B]Some-sometimes he does work f-for Kash-sh-shimian nobles….”[/B] [B]“What nobles?”[/B] [B]“I d-don’t know. He doesn’t let me know specifics.”[/B] The shadow gave an unsatisfied grunt, but relaxed his hold. The last thing the Etherian saw was a large fist plunging towards his face. [CENTER]----------------------------[/CENTER] Matthew stood up as the Kashimian spy went limp beneath him. He bent to pick up the discarded package, and Uilleag emerged from the forest to greet him. [B]“Did I win?”[/B] the boy asked. [B]“Of course you did,”[/B] answered Matthew with a laugh. [B]“Thank you, Uilleag. You may go.”[/B] The boy giggled. [B]“Bye!”[/B] He vanished with an exuberant wave. [B]“You don’t think perhaps you overdid it this time, Maitiú, do you?”[/B] Conrí inquired politely, stepping quietly to Matthew’s side. Matthew chuckled. [B]“Aw, he’s just a boy. Let him have his fun.”[/B] Conrí didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he lowered his head to sniff the body of his quarry. [B]“You were right,”[/B] he said. [B] “He [I]is[/I] an Etherian. Strange.”[/B] [B]“Indeed,”[/B] Matthew agreed. [B]“An Etherian spy carrying Salkeran documents to Kashimia. Áed will be interested in this bit of news.”[/B][/align] [CENTER]----------------------------[/CENTER] [FONT="Arial"]OOC: Hey [COLOR="DarkRed"]Venge[/COLOR]? You don't think you could possibly shrink that last dividing line down a little, could ya? It's stretching things that don't need to be stretched. =P[/FONT][/SIZE]

[quote name='Syk3']Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think they've confirmed Sheik at this point as being a form for Zelda in Brawl.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Well, they haven't really said anything about her at all, so I'm assuming she's returning with the same moveset, including the transformation. [QUOTE][I]And while we're on the subject, does anyone think that individual character depth is going to be sacrificed in favor of numerous additional characters?[/I][/QUOTE] I'm not really sure what you mean by "depth", so.... Let's just say that if Marth does not return, I will be extremely angered. As in, Alex will look like Naps the Cat by comparison.[/FONT]

"Two." Nathan spun tightly out of his short glide, pulling his feet under him as he sped sideways along the arena's wall, the stone where he had brushed Nevril's hand now glowing with red letters. He felt a mild twinge of guilt at using the little creature in such a distressing manner with no warning at all, but he could afford to apologize later. Right now they had to get out of this trap and cut off the snake's head. Once that was done, the rest of the situation would take care of itself. He saw the cleverly-camouflaged stone pattern approaching below him and steered sharply towards it, dropping into another short glide so that Nevril's hand trailed just above the wall. "Three." A tiny squawk made him glance back for a split second. Adrian's little Astera was charging after him with a ferocious glint in her eye. "Nathan!" she screeched shrilly. "Watch what you're doing!" Nathan grinned. She must have been clinging on to Nevril's shoulder without his noticing, and that last spinning pass had probably knocked her off. He looked forward again, firing at the Wraiths pulling free of the wall, keeping his path clear. "Well," he called back to her, "that's what you get for chasing gingerbread men." He laughed with excitement. "Catch me if you can!" He rolled forward, twisting to the reverse as his feet touched down, and as Nevril began to scream, he kicked off the wall, rocketing towards the center of the ceiling. The stone beneath his feet cracked at the impact. –Interesting. More Wraiths were closing in on him; he threw himself into a tight corkscrew, spraying bullets of blue fire in all directions as he flew towards key number four. ------------------- OOC: Just a quick progress post, and a chance to terrify Nevril a little more.

[quote name='DeathKnight][color=crimson']I think caldo de pollo is the best thing for a hurting throat. Delicious and nutritious.[/color][/quote] [FONT=Arial]It's pretty much the best for [I]anything[/I]. :) [quote name='indi][COLOR=indigo][[SIZE="1"]How that happens... I have no idea.[/SIZE]'][/COLOR][/quote] Indiana Jones --> Indy Thus, you are silly. And I already call you Crystia ... when it feels right. I dunno. Indi reminds me more of the Grand Prix, so be thankful I haven't started calling you F-One yet. :p (I [I]like[/I] indi, though.) [quote name='Konata]I[FONT="Arial"][f][/FONT'] you have corn kernels in one hand and rice in the other, it's your responsibility to choose what to put in. After all, that's why I mentioned before that sickness can impair you to the point that you're not getting 100% of information,....[/quote] I operate more from the standpoint that while impaired one loses some ability to discern between rice and corn, and thus muddlement can occur. It's like saying that alcohol hasn't affected you all that much. You [I]think[/I] it hasn't affected you, but your judgment has also been affected, and so you're more impaired than you think you are. You may very well believe you understand a particular concept, but in your sickly state you mixed something up without realizing it. Hence adding corn. This metaphor is getting really cold. I've eaten enough of it, and I don't feel like sticking it in the microwave, so let's just toss it for now. (Where's that Jack Russell my sister lets live around here....) [quote name='indi][COLOR=indigo']Life would be pretty boring if we all had the same opinion so I have no problem with not seeing it the same.[/COLOR][/quote] Oh, I know. You just tend to refute rather ... harshly, I think. Or maybe I was half-asleep. Something like that. Which reminds me: is there a particular reason you post in [B][COLOR=indigo]indi[/COLOR][/B]go? :p[/FONT]

[quote name='Desbreko][color=#4B0082] blah blah blah, [B]White Marth[/B'], blah blah, blah[/color][/quote] [FONT=Arial]I have never lost a match as Red Marth. Ever. But no, I'm really excited by a Goth Zelda. Especially since I am going to make it a point to make her my second. (I wanna know what Goth Sheik looks like.) Lucas' Final Smash is all right. Never much cared for Ness (though I cede he's a decent opponent), so it's really a "meh" for me, but it still looks painful.[/FONT]