¡Gotcha, pendejo!

I’m trying to get settled in with my school schedule, which has been rocky since I dropped a class to register for another class the first week of school. Looking at my schedule now though (and finally figuring out that I don’t have an evening Wednesday class), things are lookin’ this way so far:

Mondays will be my busy days. I will be on rarely if at all.

Wednesdays & Fridays will be my “free” days. I’ll probably be online a fair amount on Wednesdays & Fridays.

I have a real life so Saturdays may be eaten up by movie nights, outings, and/or gaming on that particular day. Consider that day a coin toss.

Sundays I will procrastinate study. Chances are you guys will see me but still.

I have two class periods on Tuesdays and Thursdays but there’s a huge schedule gap between the two. It’ll depend on if I have a major project due that day.

Additionally as soon as I find my/buy a new god damn headset I will begin livestreaming gameplay of old ROMs my laptop can handle (with occasional guest stars via Skype call) on the weekends. If you guys would be interested in that then I’ll be sure to drop links here on my blog. :)

  To the Borderlands crowd —

I’m not sure at this time when I will be back and RPing Mordecai. I want to come back soon though, I just have little faith that I’ll be able to keep up a serious “plot” type thing consistently. If you guys really do want me back though, please let me know. I do miss Mordecai, and it always makes me happy to hear that you guys miss my version of him. ouo

"…Yes. The reason of my appearance here is still unknown to me, as we were teleported. My husband and I were separated from our children, my daughter and three sons… Each day I’ve journeyed this globe on the search for them, with little result. As soon as Lady Lilth offered her help, along with a few others…” Results made themselves known. Now two sons have returned to them, one under heavy medical care, and her other anxious to join in the search of their sister and brother. A shake of her head, a silent reprimand to herself of keeping something like this to herself.

“I supposed you cared little for my tribulations. For that I apologize.” She finds no wrong in admitting her wrongs. There is honor in honesty. She gives herself a small laugh. To this day, despite how long since her retirement, the dragon knight’s spirit is hardy.

"...Much more accurate to say I just wasn't lettin' it show."

His shoulders sagged and his arms dropped out of "crossed" into "folded over his midsection". Okay, so it was partial admittance. Mental comparisons with Lilith aside. Truly, he felt -- off. Bad, even. He hadn't intended to give her the impression that he didn't care. He didn't rightly know what sort of impression he wanted to give her. Camaraderie was ultimately desirable but the thought it was comfortable.

Damn it, he wished he could just wash this moment away in entirety. He was fine with her before he'd taken leave. Everything was fine until he'd gone and fucked it all up for himself.

I don’t want to force you to tell me anything you don’t feel like telling me, really. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. You can go, do your things and it’s your call if you want to go back to the lair, or the Tundra, or any place you want to go —I don’t want to be that sort of oppressive, suffocating girlfriend.

Of course I want you to return to the lair, but I can’t force you to do that.

Sometimes I don't feel like I'm far away from home when I'm out there. I lose track of time. I probably should have just gone straight back to the lair, but...

"You speak rightly. I’ve no place as Lady Lilith, Sir Roland, nor Sir Brick. I am mere stranger, a mother and wife to whom you have no obligation of speaking. I’ve no place in this conflict between Sanctuary and Hyperion. My priority belongs to my family alone, as is the traditional role." 

She really has no reason to be on Pandora. She never wanted to fight, be on a new world. She only wanted to watch her children grow on Gaia. She still knows little of this war, of Handsome Jack even though they’ve spoken, if briefly. A few words and the imbecile had the nerve to insult her without knowing a thing of her. Even so, it gave her little reason to join in this fight. But… could she ever leave them to fight alone without offering her help?

They'd traded harmless vitriol left and right like it was nothing.

Damn, he was an idiot. He pressed a palm to his mouth, covering it, and nodded as is taking something into deep consideration when really he utterly blind. "We're all outcasts 'ere," the words came, muffled, "We're not inclined to condemn someone who may or may not be just as guilty as any of us. S'bit hypocritical, seein' as how not a one among us is saintly."

Avoid admittance, avoid admittance, avoid admittance.

Avoid admittance.

He cleared his throat.

"You keep mentioning missin' kids. Banter doesn't do much more than lift a finger, if even that. If I was such good friend that you'd share a piece of yourself then you'd think I'd have gotten up off my ass and shared somethin' of me by now." He huffed. "I'll accompany you. One or two of them are still missin', aren't they?"

but

like okay i've got good narrative but my ADD makes it difficult for me to stick to serious threads

it's something that i've been grappling with

and i know so many people and i owe so many things and ah ah aaahh

i couldn't feel less koala tea right now <_<;;

so thank you

...He flinched on reflex.

"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't know." It wasn't a snap. It was said too quietly, too calmly, to...straightforward and structured, to be a "snap". He just stared through her, and somewhere down in the pit of his stomach he realized he was out of his depth. He was being a complete and total social fuck up and he was watching it as though removed from the conversation entirely. "I've only known you for a few months and from day one all our conversations have been is banter."

...Most of their conversations. One or two, he remembered belatedly, bordered on actually being conversational. Divulging Tina's past, explaining a profound uncertainty about having a family of his own...and yet, nothing had really felt all that personal.

"One or two exceptions," he amended, gaze shifting downcast. "I can't exactly measure the depth of a relationship if all I have to compare it to are four people who've shared elbow space and five years of aimlessness with."

Oh. Right.