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i can't find a reggae radio station. need something to lift me out of the mopes. :mope emote:
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thanks. really wanting to hear some tropical steal drums :)
sigh
daunting, lighting the inside of the carnival big tent in ds. daunting even in poser :shut:
That is a great picture of Reid looking happy :)
Temporary end of spammage
Where's the armadillo? Rest room? :)
Dana
He also played Dainel Boone, and wore pretty much the same outfit! Look it up at imdb.com, a great site.
Dana
Is that extra "w" in there for KK? :lol:
Dana
i can't concentrate on lighting. deleting my w/l items. feels a lil better. glad now i didn't hold back yesterday on aiko6 lotus.
found some Lenny Kravits :)
could go for strawberry daquiris :p
i need a baby kracken. maybe, a head of lettuce with asparagii arms?
Is that extra "w" in there for KK? :lol:
Dana
That's called "low on coffee"...! :red:
It's getting DARK outside! :gulp: :gulp:
Made a beer run so it can rain now. ;-P
Got 3 chicken strips + gravy sauce, and a double meat Whataburger with cheese!! :cheese: Lunch and dinner and beer, rocking to "Bullet for my Valentine", watching demonesses render and updating a bunch of apps on my Android tablet. :blank: Some holiday, right? :smirk:
BEER! and breathing. big ++s ;)
heheh, numbering my book #8 to leave room for prequells
BEER! and breathing. big ++s ;)
MISTY!!!!!!!!!! :ahhh: :bug:
MISTY!!!!!!!!!! :ahhh: :bug:
imagining a corona with a lime wedge wedged in the spout, beads of condensation sweat dripping down the sides ... oh yeay, beer pron :)
Found an old-ish render I did in Cinema 4D while practicing lighting and materials. Can't remember the render engine though... Did a bit of minor postwork on it this morning before uploading it (Was very... Blue :lol: )
Biguanas <3</p>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koJIscC8sAE
Clever you! %-P
First beer down, METAL VOLUME set to SEVEN, darn demoness maybe 1/4 rendered. Going to be a LONG day..
Best to let sleeping biguanas lie. :)
Biguana :lol: chin scritches
Yet another cut at Xibalba.. argh..
demonic :) looks like she has an outer crystal skin
It's a cool effect. Encased in glass is what it looks like.
snippet drop :)
ch4. iz a new chapter 4.
still need to finish the tiki bar maybe tentacles chapter.
and a chapter to replace deleted exposition.
4 added chapters to the original, i should prolly update the copyright submission. >.< more unplanned budget going out.
Celeste Terra City, Guard College Dormitory
IV. Year of our Realm 215 :: Calendar Day 146
Noise woke him. Garren opened his eyes, sincerely hoping he wasn't going to find himself in a drake's nest with hatchlings hungry for breakfast. The familiar ceiling above his bed came into focus. He moved to rub his aching arm and found he was still dressed in his blues. The release from tension melted the stiffness in his limbs. Daylight seeped in from the window coverings. It was an easy decision to sleep in for the day, no reasons for getting up came to mind.
“Hey, Garren,” the voice of his dorm mate intruded on his sleep haze. “Garren, there is a corporal discipline Writ posted against you from a field commander. You’re scheduled for a whipping. Ouch. I wouldn’t want to be you. Misery, eh?”
Garren groaned, another discipline writ on his permanent record before graduation.
"It's his third corporal discipline writ this year, he must like 'it'" a voice was talking to his dorm mate.
"No, I'm pretty sure he doesn't," his dorm mate replied.
"But, he's so old to be in the Junior Guards," the voice argued.
"It's not your age that makes you a junior, it's your accumulation of training credits."
"I know, why join the Guard so old, unless he likes –" the voices continued arguing.
Garren buried his nose in the crook of his elbow, tuning out the conversation. Did he care if people thought he liked 'it'? Would it have the reverse psychology of making the writs stop? He didn't move, forcing his breathing into a shallow rhythm. Feigning sleep was possible with no telepaths about. He heard the noise of closet drawers banged shut. He broke his sleep act to bury his head under a pillow, pressing it over his ears. Pretty soon, the noise stopped and he was left alone.
He turned over to stare at the ceiling, his favorite stare spot for personal philosophizing. He found he wasn't alone, after all. Commander Barett was leaning against a closet door, one foot perched knee high to brace his leaning posture. There were four men on Barett's field team, two of them were standing just inside the doorway.
"How did you return before Orbin and Andy?" Barett said straight to the point, it was Barett's redeeming quality.
Actually, Garren didn't admit it out loud, but Barett wasn't a bad person. He never would have escaped from QuinTerra without Barett's help. "I saw them," Garren slid an arm under his pillow, propping his head higher. "They escorted me out of the Subterraneum. Thanks for sending them." At Barett's look of disbelief, Garren added, "honest. Do you think I'm lying?"
The two team members, Seth and Eric, made themselves comfortable on the foot of his narrow dorm sized bed. "We're not used to hearing the words 'thank you' coming from you. You'd better be thankful. Barett snuck into the Palace to see the Emperor, to ask Him to telesense where you'd be."
"You did?" Garren asked Barett directly.
Barett answered by giving one of those smiles that made you watch your back in lonely corridors. He used to think of Barett's persona as sardonic, until he'd heard a classmate describe Barett as 'creepy'. Creepy was accurate, and yet, Barett had come through for him when he needed help.
"I can see the wheels of your mind spinning," Barett dropped his foot and paced minutely in the confines of the dorm room. "My goddess only knows, if you're dwelling on the intrigues of Palace affaires or the latest ice cream flavor."
"It's depressing to think about ice cream when I can't buy any."
"You be broke again? Why don't you pick up a job between classes, like, prostitute yourself or something?" Eric suggested.
Barett raised a hand to shush Eric. Garren quietly sighed a ‘thank you’.
The team mates reached into their pockets and pulled out some realm coin. They jingled the coins in their palms, pooled a few coins together and Eric reached out a hand towards Garren.
"What's this?" Garren didn't reach his hand out to accept the charity.
"Tide yourself over. Buy an ice cream," Seth motioned to Garren to take the coins.
"No, I can't."
"We can't have a son of the manor going soft, now, can we?" They dropped the coins on the bedside table.
"What do you mean soft?" He tried to stop the rant spewing from his lips, but it was impossible to dam the tide. "They'd never let me have anything to make me soft. They would take away my chamber heater and make me sleep in a room as cold as a cell. Punishing me for one nonsense after another."
"We know." Seth and Eric looked at him with pity. Barett looked away.
"You know? You knew what they were doing to me?" He pulled the pillow back over his head.
"Cheer up, mate." Someone slapped him on the thigh and he heard them leave; it was too much to hope they would have taken Barett with them. He lowered the pillow to peek, yep, Barett was still there.
"Get up. There is something you need to see," Barett made to walk out of the room, as if there was no question whether the command would be obeyed.
Garren turned over and fluffed the pillow, as much as possible with a dorm quality pillow. He waited for the ensuing argument. When the argument didn't come, he turned to look at Barett; curiosity would be his undoing one day.
"You have patches on your blues," Barett noticed. "How do you manage holes and patches on a uniform Spell proofed against piercing weapons?"
Garren shrugged. He wasn't about to spill any of his personal business, if he could help it.
"Your dorm mates do this?"
He answered with a non-committal noise.
"Is it why you sleep in your uniform?" Barett was full of prying personal questions today.
"I was too tired to change." It wasn't really a lie, he decided his Loki encounter was personal business. He sighed. "You don't know what it was like being lost underground, with nothing -." Nothing, except for Ares talking up a constant subspeak buzz. Now, there was something Barett would be the right person to ask for help on - "Barett, are you still tight with your goddess?" A small hope glimmered at the end of his tunnel. Barett was the Priest of Dea Vesta, a chastity goddess of all things.
"Tight? Yes. Garren, if my goddess forsakes me, it would be immediately apparent."
"It would? Why? She … she wouldn't kill you?" He didn't think so; it was a reminder of how tricky it was to deal with the godrace.
"No, She would not kill me, yet, I would be just as dead." Barett spoke in a low voice, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why do I tell you these things?" Barett sounded genuinely astonished. "I have no reason to trust you with my personal life."
"I would never betray you, Barett." He amended, "not knowingly, anyway." It was hard to keep such promises with telepaths roaming the streets. Privacy protection laws could only extend to a point. Accidental eavesdropping did happen. "Why would you be dead?" His voice came out a little tight.
"I believe you would not betray me ... not on purpose. The rest is a conversation for another day. I wanted to show you someone who is lurking in the courtyard, someone to be aware and wary of -" Barett rose and headed out, again, Garren didn't move to follow. "Linoa is here," Barett palmed the fringe of his short hairstyle back from his forehead. Barett was fair with deep blue eyes, dark hair, slender and somewhat square framed. Garren lowered his eyes on the thought Barett was a handsome man.
"Who is Linoa?" Garren sat up. "Someone else escaped my father's agents?"
Barett t'ched. "He is an agent. You idiot."
An idiot? Red crept into his complexion, he closed his lips on fighting words.
"How can you expect to command a team of your own, when you can't see the danger around yourself?" Barett's scorn was harsh, coming from a man who was usually quietly contained.
"I can take care of myself," Garren said.
"There are more concerns in life than your next meal."
"Meals are important," Garren said to deflect.
"If Linoa is here, there is a plot afoot." Barett turned to leave, without Garren.
Garren rolled off the bed and on to his feet in one lithe movement. "I have a personal problem of a different nature, maybe, your goddess could, would, help me?"
Barett sat in the room's only chair, caution in his movement, making himself comfortable. Garren sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward. Speaking low and earnest, he asked, "would you ask her if she would talk to Ares and tell him to leave me alone? Get through to him I'm not interested."
"Lord Ares is still with you," Barett spoke in a near whisper. "He's followed you from our planet?"
"Yeah. I don't want to be a Priest," Garren insisted. Why wouldn't anybody listen?
"Why not? With the ability to channel his power, you would have a powerful defense against threats like Linoa."
It sounded logical and simple. He knew deep in his gut, it was neither. "The power of a war god can only kill. Remember what he did when he controlled my body?"
"To people nobody would miss," Barett said.
The way the conversation was going, it sounded like Barett wasn't going to help. "And he has no healing powers."
"You're holding out for a divinity with healing powers?" Barett said.
Was he joking? "I'll trade you Ares for your goddess."
"I can't imagine you obeying a goddess of chastity. Now. I require your company in the courtyard." Barett stood. "Consider it a direct order."
"Why?" Garren crossed his arms.
"Stubborn bastard. Linoa is in the courtyard. I want him to see us together, so he won't plot to use me against you."
"Will you help me part ways with Ares?"
"I think you should reconsider," Barett said. "Consider your predicament and consider your options."
"I will not let my relatives dictate my life, I will never bow. Obviously, their tactic is to estrange me from absolutely everyone and leave me no where to turn for help," he argued in protest, even though his life was working out that way with no help from his father's agents. He moved to start taking off his uniform boots.
"You will accompany me to the courtyard," Barett demanded, grabbing Garren by the forearm to make him stand. It was an easy thing to pull his arm away from Barett's grip. Barett would have been much stronger with his goddess upon him, channeling her power. "I will writ you for 'contempt'." Barett wasn't joking. "Do you like 'it' as they are saying? I will cane you right here and now."
Garren considered his options; stroll down to the courtyard, resign from the guard, or give Barett an excuse to cane him. Living in the guard meant following orders, this was a part of life he needed to accept to get on with his career. "I have to wash my teeth first," he headed toward the dorm room's miniscule hygiene room. "You'd enjoy caning me, wouldn't you?"
"Spare the rod and spoil the manor brat. Hurry, if Linoa leaves, it means you've swallowed your pride for nothing."
He hurried.
Barett added, "it is a fortunate thing you have no one dear, they won't have anyone to use against you."
He followed Barett to the hall. Barett led the way to the staircase leading down, halfway down, he stopped mid step. Garren barely avoided colliding into Barett. Barett would sometimes pause like this, when his goddess was communicating. Barett looked at him with eyes fully blue, no eye white showing.
"She tells me you have a bigger problem than Lord Ares."
"A bigger problem? Is that possible?"
"Did you encounter anything strange in the Subterraneum? Hear any strange voices? Feel a strange presence?" Barett looked bored.
He had learned years ago, Barett's bored countenance meant anything but. "Who could hear anything with Ares prattling nonstop?" He hoped Barett’s goddess didn't mean Loki, he'd planned to honor Loki's request to not mention their little encounter to anyone as a small 'thank you’ for carrying him safely home.
"You'd miss Ares, if he truly left you," Barett said over his shoulder as he started down the steps. "Who else will talk to you?"
He stopped as his heart kept on beating and turned on his heel to retreat back to his dorm room. He heard Barett's voice behind him saying, "I'm sorry. It was a terribly mean thing to say. Did I hurt your feelings? You aren't crying, are you? Please, tell me I didn't make you cry."
Garren didn't bother replying.
Actually, Barett was a much friendlier proposition over who was approaching. Three men from Commander Kracken's team were clumping down the stairs. Two of them human, the third appeared human, something off gave the impression he wasn't, like, he looked like a boulder with a head. What were they doing in the junior guard's dormitory?
"Aw, is Commander Barett making junior guards cry again?" The boulder sized one said.
"He's making grown men cry, or rather Garren Waysixth. We don't know Garren is a man, he's never proved it." Pursy sniggered.
"Garren is a busy man today, step aside," Barett came up beside Garren and stood a little in front.
"Busy?" Pursy raised his voice loud enough for bystanders to hear, "busy. Are you going to train him with your bag of discipline toys, Barett." Pursy put a strong emphasis on 'ett'.
"My rank is Commander. Address me correctly."
"Heh heh. Are you gonna writ me, Barett?" Pursy taunted. "Is watching a man whipped excitement for you?"
Garren was almost interested in how Barett was going to handle the situation. It was a small comfort Barett didn't abuse his channeled powers to make his life more convenient. He’d first hand witnessed a sample of Barett’s arsenal of little tricks, tricks like commanding stone walls to crumble.
Why was Kracken's team here? Sometimes a commander would early interview the 'soon to be' graduates. Recruiting the best candidates before the more ethical commanders had a chance to meet and greet at the graduation ceremonies. Was this the answer? Their presence here could mean they were scouting for their commander.
No one was coming to early interview him, he was sure, and it occurred to him a career in the guard might not be his best path to success. He was loyal to the Emperor. What had loyalty earned him? He'd gone into the Subterraneum alone and for his efforts; a corporal punishment writ was posted against him. The search and rescue had been designated for the senior ranked and he'd jumped the rank's party line.
There were other ways to evade his relatives. He could turn to the pirate life. He had no money, but he was math savvy. Modesty aside, his decoding skills were more than sufficient to steal a space worthy ship. He'd cracked the Commander's Registry, the most encrypted database in the realm. A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his pirate daydream. Kracken's team were gone, he hadn't noticed them leaving.
"Garren, I sincerely apologize for my comment to you earlier."
"It's all right. And you were right before, it's better I don't have a friend in the realm, they would only be in danger."
"Garren, I am a friend to you. You can come to me for help."
"No. I can't."
He trotted down the few remaining steps to street level. His pocket a little heavier against his thigh for the charity within it, enough coin for an ice cream and a witch brewed macchiato latte. It was a small measure of comfort against the anxiety of awaiting a whipping. It was a struggle against his pride to keep his head bowed down, but he didn't want to see who was possibly watching him, not really giving a crappe if Linoa was plotting something to hurt him.
Oooh, neat
Fiance is big into Star Wars the Old Republic (the latest MMO) and he asked me to create his current main, Glaucedes, the Chiss Bounty Hunter (exhibit A)
I think I came pretty close, excluding armor. (exhibit B)
the graphics look nice. I should install SWTOR on the new laptop. Low quality graphics is ugly. Plus, the game pauses every two minutes. How did I play through 25 levels of this game on a single-core computer with an Nvidia Geforce 630??
edit: the red, glowing eyes are creepy in an artistic way.
Mmmmm... souvlaki... :D.
I never heard Donna Noble being called a kebab... ;-).
Wasn't Fisty big into Star Wars MMOs? ... I wonder if she can be found on that one...
too many options of playstation 3s do i need a ps3 with 500gb to play ffX remastered, it should say somewhere
More interesting story, Misty. You shouldn't give too much of it away, though.
Dana
Morning. Sun-kissed clouds giving up gentle rain glossing pavement and roofttop tiles, outside my window a stand of thirsty daffodils heads upturned drinking more than dewdrops for a change :)
Is well deserved those are good tracks, gratz :)