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 Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 2:22 pm
[Pops out of Pokeball. "Aw ********. Sparta-mon? Hell no." Crawls back into Pokeball.] Briana lugged a full pail of milk back to the house to be poured into bottles and set on ice. She was sweating and had been hauling the smae pail of milk for the past five marks (minutes, because I don't know what time measurement the Greeks used then) when it only took that long for her older brother, Cadnus, to take the same pail of milk to the house and she wasn't even halfway there yet. Briana knew she was just a detriment to the family, couldn't work to earn her keep. The most she could do was predict droughts and good times. She knew she was to be sold to some rich man for her usefulness as a prophet, and she hated it. More like she despised herself for being worthless. Why couldn't she be bigger? Stronger? Faster? Briana paused to wipe the sweat off her brow and as she did so her father grimaced and took the pail from her. He already had two bails of wheat on each shoulder, and now had the added weight of the milk that she couldn't carry herself. Briana felt like crying, but of course she wouldn't. Never let them see you down, she thought to herself. They'll just make you feel worse.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 11:23 pm
(( The muses should all be female, so I vote that when he gets his powers Murphy grows a set of boobs. x) ))
"I don't WANT to review suitors!" Xanthe yelled, her face turning red. Her mother tried to hush her, but she would have none of it. "I'm not getting married to some old man, and that's that!"
"Honey, be quiet!" Her mother, Chara, took Xanthe by the shoulders and shook her. "Now is not the time!"
"Well, if now's the time to be looking at suitors, it'ss also the time to say I WON'T."
"But look! There's another senator looking for a wife-"
"He's so old though!"
"-and there's a man from up north."
"Prolly a barbarian or somethin'."
"Well, you've got to pick one."
"Why?"
"Because," Chara snapped, losing her patience. "If you don't, you're going to die a lonely old seamstress in some barren village." Xanthe pouted, her eyes misting up a little.
"Alright. If I can meet them, and-"
"No! No cartwheel lessons!"
"Please?" Xanthe begged, tugging at her mother's sleeve.
"Oh... fine. But AFTER you've chosen!" Xanthe squealed with delight, then kissed her mother on the cheek.
(( There. Possible opening for Murphy as Suitor #2, and Briana as cartwheel instructor. We're all good. ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 11:26 pm
[Nuuuu! Murphy can have his powers 'cause he's a pimp and no other guys, okay? Please?]
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 11:51 pm
(( Screw that, Murphy's always the exception to the rule. Besides! Gender bending! We haven't had an excuse to do that yet! ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 2:01 am
[Uh . . . Can we do at in Of Fidelity and Moonshine? We need another character or two. Or Midge. Wait, no. Scratch that. AND Midge. xD]
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:04 am
(( That isn't fantasy, though! All we could get would be transgenders and such. I demand GENDER BENDERS. ))
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