Midnightepyon: ...Well now I'm confused. I don't
recall...stating anything that was debatable. o_O
watcher6161: *huggles* You were right, always have
been, and I'll be going into re-hab when I get home.
Midnightepyon: re-hab about what?!
watcher6161: *blinks at* You know! You sugjested it.
O.o
Midnightepyon: ...I did no such thing. o_O
watcher6161: ... ok, I'll stop now. *pats* I was pulling
your leg Midds. o.o
Midnightepyon: o_o right then.
watcher6161: Sorry - I just woke up and I'm kinda...
'wooo.'
Midnightepyon: o.o maybe need more sleep? Or a good
wake-me-up? ...Go dip your head in water!
watcher6161: I think I'm just hungry. O.o *eats
trail-mix*
Midnightepyon: ...ew
watcher6161: ... hwat?
watcher6161: what?
Midnightepyon: trail mix = ew
watcher6161: It's just a huge bag of mixed nuts. O.o
Alexia: *snerk*
*stuffs in a box.*
Midnightepyon: trail mix has crackers and pretzels and
whatnots in there too o.o
watcher6161: I didn't run into crackers and pretzels.
There were a few things I didn't reginize, but those I
didn't eat.
Midnightepyon: I just...avoid it all together. o.o
watcher6161: Mm, crunchy.
Midnightepyon: ew x_x
watcher6161: ... it's sunflower seeds mids.
Midnightepyon: I buy my sunflower seeds in a SEPERATE
bag where they remain UNTAINTED. o.o
watcher6161: Well, there's penuts too. And cashews.
O.o
Midnightepyon: x_X untainted. I like my nuts untainted!!
....that so sounded wrong. x_x
watcher6161: *just cackles* We're talking about nuts
Middy, what were you expecting?
Midnightepyon: I expected my brain to remain on the
subject at hand and not wander off for a stroll in the gutter! But
it never listens, I tell ye! It needs a leash!
watcher6161: You know what it'd do with that leash
Middy. x_x
Midnightepyon: x_x agh
watcher6161: *pats* You tried.
watcher6161: Oh, and that comic you mentioned was
neat.
Midnightepyon: which? Reman Mythology?
watcher6161: Yep. Neato. Luff.
Midnightepyon: I adore it. XDD I love Paeter. Hee.
watcher6161: I don't have all their names down yet.
O.o
Midnightepyon: Paeter...the talkative one who teaches her
how to fly?
watcher6161: Ah, yes. ^^ He's great. Fire-boy.
watcher6161: Gotta love yer pyro's. *watching X-Men
2*
Midnightepyon: indeedy. ^_^ *pets Elfalis*
Elfalis: *scowls*
watcher6161: *snuggles Elfalis* So Pyro-elf-boy,
what'cah think of ol Jet'?
Midnightepyon: Elfalis: *raises one eyebrow* What?
watcher6161: *enunciates slowly.* Je-tta. You seem
to like her awful lot.
Midnightepyon: Elfalis: Perhaps because she's one of the few
around here who don't make a habit of annoying the fiery hell
out of me? *pointed look*
watcher6161: *whines and gets off - doesn't want to
get speared again*
Midnightepyon: Elfalis: *dusts off his clothes*
watcher6161: *blinks at him.* ... how old are you?
Midnightepyon: Elfalis: *blinks* Over 3000. Why?
watcher6161: *just... snickers* Jetta is going to think
you're bloody ancient.
Midnightepyon: Elfalis: I care not. Let her think what she
thinks.
watcher6161: *coughs* Well, I'm getting ahead of
myself anyway. *sketcdhes*
watcher6161: *sketches*
Midnightepyon: Elfalis: It's what? And what is this 'it'!? *jabs
a dagger towards her threateningly*
watcher6161: Nothing. *doodles - trying to figure out
what the hell Jetta's folks would wear as pants. Or
skirts. Cause she's not falling into the loincloth cliche'*
Midnightepyon: Elfalis: *narrows his eyes* ... *snorts and
walks off to annoy Malithil*
Midnightepyon: o.o I was trying to find out where I wrote
down his specific bloody age, and couldn't find it. But I did find
some ficcesh-es with Mali and Elfalis. o.o wow these are old.
watcher6161: *blinks* Well, it's just that she's about
57. O.o And her folks only live to about 450. The
oldest recorded was 1000. O.o
watcher6161: ... how old are you talking about? O.o
Midnightepyon: 3000. He was 3700 and ... 64. o_O *is
suddenly remembering this? Wtf* 3764.
watcher6161: That's awful. ^^
Midnightepyon: How so? o.o He looks like...30
watcher6161: *pokes at him* I guess that's his folks
equivelent of 30 then. O.o He's old.
Midnightepyon: Well, yes. He was the most powerful
Firecaller in his Realm, after all. That take centuries to train for.
o.o The oldest elves are closer to 10,000 though.
watcher6161: Duuuuuuuuude. o.o ... ... can I watch
him set something on fire? Please?
Midnightepyon: He's not that powerful anymore. ^^ Like
Aven, he's had most of his powers repressed in case it happened
again.
watcher6161: That sucks. O.o
Midnightepyon: Yeah. ^^
watcher6161: Jetta's a minor talent. o.o She about...
what, 26th in line for Shaman? O.o In a tribe of about
300?
Midnightepyon: Mali, however, is only 60. Such a young'un
^^
watcher6161: *squee'S, glomps him*
Midnightepyon: And Aven is 746.
watcher6161: But he has years ahead of him. O.o *luffs
Mali*
Midnightepyon: And Mali has been reincarnated a good
hundred or so times throughout the generations, so he's
really....really old. ^^
Midnightepyon: And.../end elf age rant
watcher6161: Jetta's folks are like... uh, seriously young
to them I guess? O.o Jetta's almost an adult at 57. o.o
Midnightepyon: what is coming of age for them?
watcher6161: About 60, 62. Once they take down a
'big hunter' they're considered an adult, and that's usually
the age when one will attempt that.
Midnightepyon: that's creepy. 60 is coming of age for my
elves, too o_o
watcher6161: *is just... so amused.* I can imagine. Is
that it though? Like boom - 60 you're an adult now?
Midnightepyon: Pretty much. That's usually when an elf
chooses their occupation, as well. Some start early for
apprenticeship. Guardians, for example, have 150 years of
training, 50 years in each realm, before they can join the ranks.
Midnightepyon: *realizes that might have to change, as has 2
new realms to introduce* o.o oops
watcher6161: *pats* Always room for modification.
watcher6161: ... Arg. ^^
Midnightepyon: ne?
watcher6161: My Dad is babbling at me. x_x *can't...
concentrate*
Midnightepyon: o.o
watcher6161: Help... meee....
Midnightepyon: o.o *attempts to pull Skys through the
computer*
watcher6161: *wails*
Midnightepyon: ...it's not working, is it? o.o
watcher6161: ... I think he's shutting up now. O.o
watcher6161: Yes!
watcher6161: He'll go on and on and on about history.
o.o I don't mind it most of the time, but does he have to
do that when I'm talking to people? x_x
Midnightepyon: Apparently. o.o My dad does that too. But
he's just silly. ^^
watcher6161: Yea, mine's silly too. But he'll talk
history, when I'm on the computer. x_x
Midnightepyon: Yeahhh...my dad just creeps around the
corner and turns all the lights off while making 'mwahaha'
laughs in the darkness.
watcher6161: ... I'm actually pretty good at that. Only I
sound like a man when I laugh like that. x_x
Midnightepyon: I can do ze ULTIMATE evil laugh!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. ...damnit, you can't hear that. o.o
watcher6161: I know.
watcher6161: I also have a high-pitched,
not-quite-right-in-the-head laugh, but it hurts my throat.
O.o
Midnightepyon: ...x_X I can't do that.
Midnightepyon: I don't think I can even fathom a laugh that
high. o.o
watcher6161: It's painful to listen to as well.
Midnightepyon: I can imagine. o.o
watcher6161: Obviously I don't do it often. I like my
Muwahahah one, but it's loud and requires a lot of air so
I can't do it very long. x_x
watcher6161: Le sigh.
Midnightepyon: Nyar? *offers elves?*
watcher6161: *snuggles Aven - hasn't bugged him in a
long time*
watcher6161: Muwaha!
watcher6161: ... there has to be something intelligent I
can say. O.o
watcher6161: *braids his hair and sits on his head*
Midnightepyon: Aven: ... Now this... has not been done in
many a month. *peers bemusedly up at her*
watcher6161: Well, that's cause I've been bugging the
other folks. *pats him
watcher6161: Oh, for Deomer. *gives him a bottle of
hand-lotion.*
Midnightepyon: Aven: So I've noticed. *chuckles, then takes
the lotion with a shake of his head* His hands really aren't that
bad, you know. There is nothing wrong with them.
watcher6161: He could take better care of them
though. And for the both of you *gives a bottle of lube*
so you guys don't wind up using the hand-lotion instead.
Midnightepyon: Aven: *eyes the lube* Ah... in...deed. *looks
flushed, pushes the two bottles into his bag*
watcher6161: *twitters* So how's Deomer doing
lately?
Midnightepyon: Aven: He is well. We took a small journey
north to visit the Saevien's. Two took us flying. I don't think
I've seen him look that excited before. *smiles fondly*
watcher6161: Uh, what are Saevins?
watcher6161: Saeviens that is.
Midnightepyon: Aven: Flying elves, basically.
watcher6161: Ohh. ^^ Neat.
Midnightepyon: Aven: Have you met Cahil? He is one.
watcher6161: I don't think so. o.o
Midnightepyon: Aven: Ah...well, should you ever meet him.
He is a Saevien. Though you wouldn't be able to tell. *frowns*
watcher6161: *blinks* How do you tell?
Midnightepyon: Aven: If they have wings or not, obvioulsy.
Cahil's... were removed.
watcher6161: Ouch. x_x
watcher6161: *wibbles - wants to glomp*
Midnightepyon: Aven: He was attacked on the way to
Aelori. Werewolves. His wings were torn off, and his sight taken
from him. You could meet him, if you like.
watcher6161: I do. o.o
Midnightepyon: Aven: Middy? *peers around* Cahil, if he's
not-
*Squeaky* XD CAHIL!! *dances, runs off to fetch*
Aven: ...Ah. Right. o.O
watcher6161: *is making a fucking huge cushion bed
with a tray of sweets and has Deta (who is all 'o.o?') in a
corner making music* *squeaky!*
watcher6161: *oh, and fruit. Must not forget the fruit.
And nice smelling candles.*
Midnightepyon: Aven: *tilts his head* Whatever are you
doing?
watcher6161: Urania: ~... she has a soft-spot for the
'tragically maimed.'~
*is all squeaky*
watcher6161: *is going to spoil the poor sod if she can
get away with it*
Midnightepyon: Cahil: *enters the room on the arm of
another elf. Long blonde hair reaches the floor, but his eyes
cannot be seen under the bandages. Light scars, obviously from
claws, peek out from underneath them* ...Eflis?
Eflis: *Solien elf, has evenly cropped dark blue hair past his
shoulders and bright hazel eyes* Forward, My Lord.
Aven: *hops down from his tree* Don't attack him, Skys.
Introduce yourself first.
Cahil: *lifts his head* Aven? Who is with you?
watcher6161: I'm SkySong. *flutters about. and sits on
his shoulder*
Midnightepyon: Aven: *starts forward* Skys...! Cahil: *raises a hand* Quite alright, Aven. Eflis, a chair please.
Skysong, was it? A pleasure, child. Would you care to sit upon a
chair instead?
watcher6161: Aww. I had all these nice cushions set
up too.
Midnightepyon: Cahil: Hmm? *turns his head blindly to once
side*
Elflis: It's true, My Lord. Shall you?
Cahil: Yes. Yes please.
Eflis: *slowly turns Cahil and guides him towards the cushions so
he can sit upon them*
watcher6161: Oh! And I brought out snacks too. ^^
*flutters about happily.* Deta, play something nice
would you?
Detalis: *has a 'why me?' expression, but does so*
Midnightepyon: Cahil: *frowns slightly as he focuses his
hearing on the new sounds, then settles down a bit* Your
hospitality is most gracious.
Aven: I apologize if we interrupted anything, My Lord. But she
was most anxious to meet you.
Cahil: *turns his head slightly towards Skys and her fluttering*
Really?
watcher6161: Mm-hmm! Oh! I brought out fruit and
sweets. *nudges the plate towards him* Unless you
want something else?
Midnightepyon: Cahil: *smiles graciously* Fruit is lovely,
thank you.
Eflis: *waits a moment, as if pondering, then chooses a few
pieces of fruit off the plate and hands it to Cahil*
watcher6161: *Twitters about happily*
Urania: ~She will spoil you silly if you allow her to.~
*sheepish* Well, yea. O.o
Midnightepyon: Cahil: Shall I refuse then, when she has
placed so much effort into such a simple meeting? It is not
necessary, no. But it is not unwelcome either.
watcher6161: Urania: ~It was simply a notification.~
Suqee! ^^ *perches on his shoulder again* Anything
else you'd like?
Midnightepyon: agh. x-x That's it. Bed for me.
watcher6161: Aw, ok. *huggles* Ja!
Midnightepyon: night!
Midnightepyon signed off at 11:29:56 AM.
