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tigereyedrogue.livejournal.com...with a talking tiger cub supported by one arm and an eeny tiny 'bot cradled in the other. He's moving in about the way that your average medical Bot would if attempting to carry a human infant: that is, very very very carefully and with a slight look of "eek" on his face. "Hang in there, little guy. If anything, we can get you fed here."
"Wooooooow, there are lots and lots of robots here!" Junior wiggles with excitement, voice gleeful. "That's so awesome!"
"This is a Cybertronian bar, Junior. Around here we're like Hobbits at that Human inn. Now remember your promise. No getting underfoot. You gotta stay near me."
"Uhkay."
Daimon is careful to stay out of the path of the larger patrons as he looks around for someone he knows.
"Wooooooow, there are lots and lots of robots here!" Junior wiggles with excitement, voice gleeful. "That's so awesome!"
"This is a Cybertronian bar, Junior. Around here we're like Hobbits at that Human inn. Now remember your promise. No getting underfoot. You gotta stay near me."
"Uhkay."
Daimon is careful to stay out of the path of the larger patrons as he looks around for someone he knows.
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random_xtrasOne moment the corridor outside Cureall's apartment door is empty.
And the next moment there's a swish and a tall, powerfully built human man is raising his hand to knock, his bright blue eyes creased in a deep frown.
The knock stirs up scolding from within, and the sound of small wings swooping about. He waits to see what else it brings.
And the next moment there's a swish and a tall, powerfully built human man is raising his hand to knock, his bright blue eyes creased in a deep frown.
The knock stirs up scolding from within, and the sound of small wings swooping about. He waits to see what else it brings.
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random_xtrasBlackout comes online slowly and blinks up at the ceiling/sky, her senses screaming so loudly with pain that she's deaf to anything else. It takes her a moment to remember where she is, but then she recalls picking a fight with the femme Prime and winces.
-Note to self. Don't try to slag things you can't even touch.-
She turns her head with an effort, and is a little surprised to see a few pieces of her shell laying a short distance away from her. Then she notice the puddle that she's laying in and stares at it with morbid fascination.
-I'm slagging bleeding to death.-
She should be upset about that... right? Or someone should be.... She can't remember who, though.
-Tired. That's not good.-
The black femme tries to push herself up, only to discover to her utter shock that one of the bits of her that's laying over there is the arm that she needs to be able to sit up.
She blinks and tries to think of a solution to the problem, but then her head drops back to the beaten and soaked ground.
-Doesn't hurt anymore... not good.-
Her optics shutter.
-Note to self. Don't try to slag things you can't even touch.-
She turns her head with an effort, and is a little surprised to see a few pieces of her shell laying a short distance away from her. Then she notice the puddle that she's laying in and stares at it with morbid fascination.
-I'm slagging bleeding to death.-
She should be upset about that... right? Or someone should be.... She can't remember who, though.
-Tired. That's not good.-
The black femme tries to push herself up, only to discover to her utter shock that one of the bits of her that's laying over there is the arm that she needs to be able to sit up.
She blinks and tries to think of a solution to the problem, but then her head drops back to the beaten and soaked ground.
-Doesn't hurt anymore... not good.-
Her optics shutter.
random_xtrasFi frowned thoughtfully, tapping his stylus against his cheek and curling his toes slightly as his pet winglizard crawled across them in pursuit of the massive crickets that this terrace was home to. He knew what he wanted to write... but he wasn't sure exactly how to word it. The exciting part of the story was done- the fighting and such- everyone had gone home and the med tech had cared for those who needed it.
But what was supposed to happen? What was a happy way to end a story?
But what was supposed to happen? What was a happy way to end a story?
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random_xtrasMykyala took a deep breath and continued the kata she'd started to help her calm down and focus on God, one part of her mind absently wondering at how long Ramada was taking to get the snacks she'd said she was going to get from the kitchen. Behind her Zipporah chattered happily to a doll from the branches of the Mayday tree, talking to it about subjects that went over her mother's head both literally and figuratively.
Mykayla smiled at the chatter, feeling her heart rate settle down and her nerves calm. -Thank You, Father. Thank You for helping me always. And thank You for letting Zipporah meet her biological sisters. Use this whole day for Your Glory.-
Still smiling, she continued her exercise.
Mykayla smiled at the chatter, feeling her heart rate settle down and her nerves calm. -Thank You, Father. Thank You for helping me always. And thank You for letting Zipporah meet her biological sisters. Use this whole day for Your Glory.-
Still smiling, she continued her exercise.
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random_xtras and her gang..
She peered into the darkness, seeing farther and further than most human beings could. They had all just entered the abandoned asylum and were preparing to split up into pairs and attend to their posts.
The revants were there, milling about and doing what she could only assume to be their normal type of activity, swarming around as though looking for people. Looking for people to leach bad feelings out of, Leeroy had said.
Vanya found it all very strange.
"I count at least twenty," she muttered to the people beside her. "Is anyone seeing any different?"
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random_xtras and her gang..She peered into the darkness, seeing farther and further than most human beings could. They had all just entered the abandoned asylum and were preparing to split up into pairs and attend to their posts.
The revants were there, milling about and doing what she could only assume to be their normal type of activity, swarming around as though looking for people. Looking for people to leach bad feelings out of, Leeroy had said.
Vanya found it all very strange.
"I count at least twenty," she muttered to the people beside her. "Is anyone seeing any different?"
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random_xtras"House! Stop standing there and grinning! You're scaring the patients!" ordered Cuddy as she strode past, heels clicking.
Wilson watched her go, then turned back to his friend, who was leaning against the wall with the afformentioned expression on his face. "It's scaring me. And I think Foreman's hiding down in Ultrasound; that wolf was the final straw."
Wilson watched her go, then turned back to his friend, who was leaning against the wall with the afformentioned expression on his face. "It's scaring me. And I think Foreman's hiding down in Ultrasound; that wolf was the final straw."
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becomingphoenix.livejournal.comJean had come to the Ramada Hotel long before her grandson. They were going to be fixing what had been done to the young doctor. She reached out with her mind and her powers making sure that everything was secure and that people couldn't interfere with what was about to happen.
We're ready when you're ready, Charlie.
She walks over to the other side of the room giving room for her grandson and the young doctor.
We're ready when you're ready, Charlie.
She walks over to the other side of the room giving room for her grandson and the young doctor.
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random_xtrasLogan whimpers and clings to the guy that's holding her, feeling like she's going to throw up after what ever just happened. Then the new smells hit her and she stiffens and opens her eyes to stare around at the unfamiliar room. Her head goes fuzzy suddenly as she looks and she feels her knees buckle.
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random_xtrasFirecracker watched as Sir James and Anmut exchanged rings, her fingers twitching with the urge to pet the hunter green velvet tunic that Sir James wore with black pants and a brown cloak with red satin lining. Next to him, Anmut wore a long strip of white satin wrapped around her body to make something that wasn't quite a dress but looked something like one with sideslits.
The funny coat and collar bowed, then clapped invisable hands together and turned to a page in the big Book which Sir James and Anmut wrote in. Firecracker's mama wrote in it next, and then everyone turned to her.
"Yer turn, lass," rumbled Sir James, smiling.
Firecracker blinked in alarm. "But I can't write."
The funny coat and collar bowed, then clapped invisable hands together and turned to a page in the big Book which Sir James and Anmut wrote in. Firecracker's mama wrote in it next, and then everyone turned to her.
"Yer turn, lass," rumbled Sir James, smiling.
Firecracker blinked in alarm. "But I can't write."