Dec. 29th, 2018 at 1:01 AM
Excuse me.
[
Underwater adventures and magic powers might be way out of Hope’s wheelhouse, but she has at least figured out how to use the watch fairly quickly. She seems slightly nervous, but swallows and rallies herself.]
Where is that man we saw when we first got here? Katha....[
She trails off, eyes drifting as she fails to remember the name.] He acted like he knew what we had to do. He said we’d meet him again. Maybe he can help us.
And - how do we contact Astoria? Can’t she help, too? [
The girl shakes her head, grimacing.] I don’t know what else to do.
Nov. 10th, 2018 at 4:20 PM
nice digs. appreciate the free rent. dont so much appreciate being here in the first place and getting hit with expectations right off the bat.
so is there a going rate for helping out with this shit or are we all here pro bono and as a show of good faith? bc this isnt exactly what id call living my best life.
hit me up if youve got any proof of a cash bonus for being a warrior of light or w/e the fuck.[
Hi, Acatalepsy, how are you guys. ]
Oct. 26th, 2018 at 6:04 PM
hey! i've been wondering something recently!
i spoke to a guy who's met aliens and fought them, and i realize that i havent had a chance to ask everybody! where do you all come from? what's your world like?
its probably kinda boring to ask at this point but i don't really know a lot of you and i bet you've all got really cool stories to tell!
also if anyones not busy, i wanna mess around with my magic some more[ She's learning, but she doesn't know exactly how much magic she can do yet! ]
Oct. 2nd, 2018 at 9:23 AM
So.
[It's a wonderful way to start a video out, Cayde's quite aware of that; eloquence, thy name is Exo.]Anyone feeling a little...
strange recently? Perhaps a bit
normal?
[He's weedling for answers and not being subtle about it, no apologies ever. Not when he can feel his Light racing through his veins in sharp pulses. The start and stop nature of it, and what Astoria had said previously about the temple itself, is equal parts comforting and horrifying. One moment he feels alive and the next nothing, back to nothing more than a dulled machine.]I know our lovely lady in the sky supposedly gave us all magic, I don't know I've only seen it, but I mean. Anyone feeling a little bit more like themselves then they have in a while?
[This is way too much of a coincidence.]
Sep. 7th, 2018 at 3:34 PM
[The video opens on a patch of dirt, a leg stretched out along one edge of the screen. Next to the leg a number of very small muddy spots map out a connect-the-dots picture that more creative minds - or just anyone who's ever been a bored teenager - might recognize as a sort-of accurate depiction of one particular x-rated body part. A voice, cracking and hoarse like it has to drag itself over gravel to get its words out, starts speaking immediately.]Hey, you know what makes me-
[His coughing is harsh and wet but it's only a few seconds before it stops. Hank mutters a curse under his breath, just audible, and hacks up a loogie, spitting it so it lands just so off the end of the art in the dirt next to him. The dirt there goes wet and dark, and with this artistic rendering of a drop of splooge, his masterpiece is complete. When he leans back the camera's in a different position; in the opposite corner from the dirt the screen shows the massive head of a Saint Bernard, taking up a good part of the screen and the majority of Hank's lap.]You know what makes me feel better when I'm feeling like shit? Bitching about it. Let's bitch, guys. Tell me how shitty you've got it right now. It's not like anyone's got anything else to do here, right? I mean, not unless someone can get this big furry boulder to unglue itself from my lap. I'd have something to do if he'd just play. Look, watch this, it's pathetic.
Hey, Sumo. Fetch.
[Anyone with motion sickness might want to look away; the screen jerks around wildly as the arm with the camera on it moves to grab a rock and hold it in the air like Hank's going to throw it. Then the screen goes still again as Hank has to lean forward to cough, his dog's big, placid face now taking up the whole view. Sumo gives a single low whuff, lifts his head, and apparently settles himself right over the camera because the screen goes dark. There's the muffled sound of Hank cursing, trying to say Sumo's name between coughs, and then nothing as Hank manages to work his other hand under Sumo's jaw and shut the recording off.]
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