Mystics Apprentice

You treacherous soul, @-Justin- 0 (I am so hurt)

0 (That is what we do ;))

Friday works for me as well.

3 But I will be watching . . . . waiting . . .

1 And just like that I have been defeated. I will shrink off into the distance now . . . .

-2 Not happening! XD

-4 (I know, I got ninja'd. I edited)

-6 You guys can't do this! Justin and I worked so hard!

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-19 Justin:

-20 I was a ninja in another life Don't listen to her, Justin! You have a choice! Stay by our side! XD

You are outnumbered! With @Kenneth Chooand @-Justin- at my side we are unstoppable! -20

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Your brownies are quite good, by the way. I am on my third. -15

Nice! I'll have to check it out one of these days. -13

So how goes the Discord server? I haven't visited it yet. -11

A momentous occasion. -9

Kolm wasn't even halfway finished with his meal when Lukkel nudged him about joining in on a mission. He brought his fingers to his shoulder that Lukkel playfully jabbed, though he felt no pain or lingering sensation there. "Well, I mean, I suppose–sure." While he did proclaim his excitement for proving his worth, he didn't precisely mean at that specific moment. Better late than never, he surmised. The spirit seemed to accept his apology, though Kolm drew up his walls again when it was suggested that Undine offered to look at his wounds. "That . . . is very kind of her," he said conservatively, his tone remaining neutral this time. "Maybe later." Finally the raven-haired youth rose from his chair, giving Ceres a respectful bow. "Thank you for your offer, Miss Ceres," he said. "It would be an honor to work alongside you. It seems that we will be doing so sooner rather than later." He then followed the group toward the job board, his gaze falling upon the spirit wielder before asking: "So is it nice, having friends wherever you go?"

They are going to cry when they see what we've done. -7

I love brownies! -5 Have some frosting with them! *spoons dollop for Justin*

The brunet heard his voice being called from the other room, though he didn't want to turn after he'd already made so much progress. About ten feet to be exact. "I'm here," Tibarn said with a sigh, leaning against the wall and wiping his brow. "And I heard what you said. You're not leaving me behind; you're leaving me here on the ship. I'll just take it easy until you get back." He knew that his words would fall upon deaf ears, however, as Solomond was bound and determined to remain at his side until the end, whether the "end" being his death or getting his wound sealed up. There were a few bench about a yard from where Tibarn stood, so he made his way over and stretched out upon it, wincing as he straightened his arm with the wounded shoulder. I wonder what it's like to die, he thought idly, closing his eyes as he listened to the sounds of the space craft around them: a very loud fan, the hum of the lights, and an obnoxious rattling whose source Tibarn could not detect. "So, this . . . cauterizing." Tibarn visibly shuddered as he said it. "You think you can do it? Will it be over quick? Can we find some pain meds in Adamina's stash first? I have an inkling that it's going to hurt like the dickens, way worse than this gunshot ever would be."

Perfect! -3

I cannot contain myself. I'd say yes! Join me on the dark side. I have cookies. -1

When it starts like that it hopefully will get better. Sorry to hear about all your car troubles, Heart. It is truly insane how much can go wrong with vehicles, and how it just throws a wrench into all of one's plans.