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Post by LOLA SAVILL on Jan 14, 2013 1:26:23 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #171717; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 5CE62E; text-align: left;]KN: ...hm.~
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Post by captaincat on Jan 14, 2013 1:31:47 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 9 22; background: #121212; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 00587A; text-align: left;]EG: Hmm?
EG: I'm sorry, am I going on for too long again?
EG: My apologies.
EG: Glub.
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Post by LOLA SAVILL on Jan 14, 2013 1:34:43 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #171717; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 5CE62E; text-align: left;]KN: No, no.~
KN: I'm just thinking. You're a pretty interesting individual you know, A--
KN: Wait.
KN: What did you just say to me?
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Post by captaincat on Jan 14, 2013 1:39:19 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 9 22; background: #121212; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 00587A; text-align: left;]EG: I apologized.
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Post by LOLA SAVILL on Jan 14, 2013 3:00:18 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #171717; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 5CE62E; text-align: left;]KN: I can see /that/.
KN: I'm talking about what came after.
KN: Did you just "glub" at me?
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Post by captaincat on Jan 14, 2013 4:41:23 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 9 22; background: #121212; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 00587A; text-align: left;]EG: Oh, yes.
EG: An assassin came from the future to stop me from causing mass destruction and through our conversation I grew to know the word "Glub."
EG: I rather like it in fact and she, the assassin, took kindly to me using it.
EG: She also talked with me about this game another had mentioned. Kate? Yes, the game is called Sburb. I don't know much about it but supposedly it's to cause the end of the world.
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Post by LOLA SAVILL on Jan 14, 2013 18:41:39 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #171717; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 5CE62E; text-align: left;]KN: Uh-huh...right.
KN: Sounds like you just had some crazy lucid dream or some shit.
KN: Better watch what you eat before bed, kid.
KN: Whatever, yeah. I know that game. I'm supposed to be playing it soon with some other kids I met online, but thanks to a certain aforementioned idiot getting himself grounded some way or another and his sister deciding to be such a bitch about it, we're going to be delayed.
KN: I have no idea what that end of the world business is about.
KN: It's just a beta.
KN: The worst that'll happen is that it'll be so bad I wasted a few hours of my life playing it.
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Post by captaincat on Jan 14, 2013 23:58:21 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 9 22; background: #121212; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 00587A; text-align: left;]EG: I can sympathize with that.
EG: Though I don't believe time is ever wasted. Every second you spend doing nothing you grow to understand nothing just a bit more. And I enjoy understanding.
EG: She seemed pretty adamant about it, however, and I trust that she has some ground to stand on.
EG: Well...
EG: Nevermind. Sometimes I like to give people a chance when they really don't deserve it. It isn't as if this person knows me or I know them.
EG: Forget I mentioned it.
EG: What're you up to, Madame Lola?
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Post by LOLA SAVILL on Jan 19, 2013 1:33:53 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #171717; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 5CE62E; text-align: left;]KN: Consider it forgotten!
KN: And oh, I'm not up to much.
KN: I was kicking some major overconfident, preteen boy ass in Black Ops earlier before I started talking to you.
KN: Just hearing their egos deflate over the headphones as I sneak up from behind and knife them is worth playing such a shitty game.~
KN: I'm mostly just avoiding my Auntie.
KN: She's been heckling me to go fertilize the Astilbe in the back, but I'd rather stay away from the cow dung as long as possible.
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Post by captaincat on Jan 23, 2013 4:23:46 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 9 22; background: #121212; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 00587A; text-align: left;]EG: Yes, I did just look up what an Astilbe is.
EG: They're gorgeous.
EG: As for Black Ops; it isn't my cup of tea, so to speak. Not to my taste.
EG: Feel free to disregard what I have to say on the matter.
EG: I just find that the element of strategy and due tactics is too vague. Rogue fighters, cleaning cartridges of their full metal jackets. Ripping apart human flesh, scalding the skin around wound with black powder and sheer intolerable scorching heat for some unknown cause. To kill others, "the enemy," without a reason besides the red letters above their seemingly hostile figures...
EG: Ugh, war is terrible. Necessary, but terrible.
EG: I've had my fair share and I've never even seen the battlefront. To imagine the pain... the families lost. The so called "peace" being formed and malformed with every damn shell.
EG: If I had a say in the matter, death by man would be all but irrelevant.
EG: If I only I could do something...
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