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Making you and others feel uncomfortable and insecure is what does it for me, Smithers, I mean, Smittens.
* Rolls Eyes at Smittens * The invocations of humility often cause those who use them to fall in shame. In shame we find fear, in fear we lose love.
I enjoy the stories. If you don't, then don't read them. Duh!
Oh, I'm sorry for saying something negative in one of Jex' posts...he deserves nothing but kindness for all of his half-hearted troll posts. Jex, you're a guy playing a freaking girl. And it makes me gay that I'm not entranced like some others?
No, it makes you gay that you seem obsessed on the subject and think only of the romantic aspects. You act like he's actively trying to seduce you. Is that how you see things, Smitt?
Hey Smittens, you're more than welcome to say whatever you like in one of my posts. For real. I'm not like some people *cough*Lecter*cough* who think too much of their RP to keep others' comments out of it. It is, after all, in good fun (at least, it should be...)
I don't take anything that's said in an RP forum seriously and will often add a bit of banter of my own. Of course, some people will take it more personally than others and some will start to flame (but what's a forum without a flame war, I ask you?). Last but not least, like everyone says, if it bothers you that much (which I get a kick out of, remember?) no one's forcing you to read... right?
P.S. Everyone knows Smittens is to Dr. Lecter as Mr. Smithers is to Montgomery Burns, so stop playing coy, mkay?
I don't take anything that's said in an RP forum seriously and will often add a bit of banter of my own. Of course, some people will take it more personally than others and some will start to flame (but what's a forum without a flame war, I ask you?). Last but not least, like everyone says, if it bothers you that much (which I get a kick out of, remember?) no one's forcing you to read... right?
P.S. Everyone knows Smittens is to Dr. Lecter as Mr. Smithers is to Montgomery Burns, so stop playing coy, mkay?
Dev's/FM, could you please remove Jex' post? All my statements that were taken to be "Insults" are merely my opinion, while Jex' is a lie that accuses me of being homosexual. I have no problem with homosexual's, but it bothers me that Jex would make such an insuation, and as this is the second time I believe it would qualify as harrassment.
"I have nothing against homosexuals, but being called one I consider an insult", which, means, of course, that you DO have something against homosexuals, otherwise you wouldn't feel offended. Quit while you're ahead and just drop the subject, okay?
No, it means I'm insulted that you're spreading lies about me
Smittens' posts being "insults" in general: Opinion.
Smittens' posts being insulting to the GLBT community in general: Fact.
Jex's posts accusing Smittens of being GLBT: Grounded in fact, but not necessarily true. Opinion.
Smittens is a hypocrite: Fact. Don't call foul if you yourself do the exact same thing. Did you not just insinuate that Jex was homosexual seven or eight posts back?
Smittens' posts being insulting to the GLBT community in general: Fact.
Jex's posts accusing Smittens of being GLBT: Grounded in fact, but not necessarily true. Opinion.
Smittens is a hypocrite: Fact. Don't call foul if you yourself do the exact same thing. Did you not just insinuate that Jex was homosexual seven or eight posts back?
And what lie did I speak about you, may I ask?
People trash talk around here a lot, even you do it; please do explain to me why is it wrong to throw trash at you, which is what this obviously is, if you happen to have a brain to notice it (NOTE: that last bit was also trash-talking).
People trash talk around here a lot, even you do it; please do explain to me why is it wrong to throw trash at you, which is what this obviously is, if you happen to have a brain to notice it (NOTE: that last bit was also trash-talking).
Don't worry, Smitty. Jex can't help himself. Look at his keyboard!
Heh.
Heh.
*Ahem* I think I earned another + on that key, you know.
How can one troll one's own thread?
He's just that good at what he does.
And when was smitty not a homosexual? Really though all crapping in some one's RP thread does it draw more attention to it meaning it becomes more popular, and thus the RP get's more readers, so in a way your just helping the RPer. One reason why I don't really care what people say about my RP, talk is talk good or bad and for some thing being written talk is good, it means people are reading it.
And when was smitty not a homosexual? Really though all crapping in some one's RP thread does it draw more attention to it meaning it becomes more popular, and thus the RP get's more readers, so in a way your just helping the RPer. One reason why I don't really care what people say about my RP, talk is talk good or bad and for some thing being written talk is good, it means people are reading it.
I was never saying Jex was homosexual, I merely asked why he enjoys pretending to be female, which he does. Thus, FACT
And JEEZ! Calm down a bit. I make one comment and you flip out. Post more, please!
And JEEZ! Calm down a bit. I make one comment and you flip out. Post more, please!
So, am I getting an extra + or not?
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Black 2 slowly walked into Borb's office which in all reality consisted of Borb's current un-blown up ship, Borb's ego has never been in question in addition to his oddities which manifested them self's in ways such as his insistence that he have an office.
"Haha, can't you save what ever it is for the comm man, we got smurf's to kill!" Borb shouted over the idling of his Prom's very loud idling engine.
"It will only take a second, and Cyggy is still getting the mission so we have time!" Black shouted back. Borb's large grin faded slightly, Black was one of only a handful of pilots Borb would bet his life on, he knew it was important some how. "Soooo..."
"I was just wondering if you ever heard voices or had head aches! The uh well I got some intel on LeberMac who gets head aches all the time and Joyce Sanders just paid allot of money too get rid of some voices she was hearing! They think it may be related to those who have had the spike used on them!"
"Hahaha! Is that all? LeberMac is a drunk in a constant hung over state, and Joyce is just a crazy nut! But no I don't get any head aches or voices or see visions or any thing like that at all!"
"Well ok I just thought you should know!" Black started to leave the ship and head back to his own as Borb shouted out, "Hey thanks, it's nice to know your looking out for me!" Black 2 grinned, but could not help but notice that Borb had gotten a very funny look on his face when he mention voices.
The truth was Borb did in fact hear voices, at first he had thought it was his drinking which at the time had picked up considerably, fearing his sanity he quickly stop drinking. This how ever did not help the problems at all, he even felt things got worse because now he could remember laying awake at night as the voices pestered him with questions and demands. He was able to hold them at bay when they would get really demanding but the skill he had with his newly given EF abilities where raw and unrefined, lacking any one to train him he was largely ineffective at blocking the mental attacks 100% of the time and when he was it was only with considerable effort and time. Fortunately they only got bad in the early morning an late night leaving him some peace during the day in which to seem normal.
He had suspected for along time that the issue may had been due impart to the spike, but he refused to talk to any one about it for fear they would write him off as insane and relive him of his command the only thing that he still enjoyed in life.
He was jarred from his thoughts as Fugue sent a message from Deneb over the comm. "Borb we have got humans here you going to come or what"
He as he exited the worm hole to Deneb he vowed as always that he would do every thing in his power to keep his guild including keeping this to him self, the voices agreed that it was a wise move as he jumped to C-10.
"Haha, can't you save what ever it is for the comm man, we got smurf's to kill!" Borb shouted over the idling of his Prom's very loud idling engine.
"It will only take a second, and Cyggy is still getting the mission so we have time!" Black shouted back. Borb's large grin faded slightly, Black was one of only a handful of pilots Borb would bet his life on, he knew it was important some how. "Soooo..."
"I was just wondering if you ever heard voices or had head aches! The uh well I got some intel on LeberMac who gets head aches all the time and Joyce Sanders just paid allot of money too get rid of some voices she was hearing! They think it may be related to those who have had the spike used on them!"
"Hahaha! Is that all? LeberMac is a drunk in a constant hung over state, and Joyce is just a crazy nut! But no I don't get any head aches or voices or see visions or any thing like that at all!"
"Well ok I just thought you should know!" Black started to leave the ship and head back to his own as Borb shouted out, "Hey thanks, it's nice to know your looking out for me!" Black 2 grinned, but could not help but notice that Borb had gotten a very funny look on his face when he mention voices.
The truth was Borb did in fact hear voices, at first he had thought it was his drinking which at the time had picked up considerably, fearing his sanity he quickly stop drinking. This how ever did not help the problems at all, he even felt things got worse because now he could remember laying awake at night as the voices pestered him with questions and demands. He was able to hold them at bay when they would get really demanding but the skill he had with his newly given EF abilities where raw and unrefined, lacking any one to train him he was largely ineffective at blocking the mental attacks 100% of the time and when he was it was only with considerable effort and time. Fortunately they only got bad in the early morning an late night leaving him some peace during the day in which to seem normal.
He had suspected for along time that the issue may had been due impart to the spike, but he refused to talk to any one about it for fear they would write him off as insane and relive him of his command the only thing that he still enjoyed in life.
He was jarred from his thoughts as Fugue sent a message from Deneb over the comm. "Borb we have got humans here you going to come or what"
He as he exited the worm hole to Deneb he vowed as always that he would do every thing in his power to keep his guild including keeping this to him self, the voices agreed that it was a wise move as he jumped to C-10.
She becomes awake suddenly, startled.
Looking around, disoriented, she realizes she dozed off at her desk, her PDS still on, a dozen tasks still unfinished. She immediately notices the missing cup, finds it on the floor, shattered; she must have pushed it off the edge as she fell asleep, and the sound of it breaking on the floor woke her up. A shame, for she really liked that cup.
She gets up, going for the mop. She runs her hand absent-mindedly through her hair, pushing the bangles away from her eyes. Its green color is long gone, ever since she considered changing the shade and Erik suggested he’d love to see her natural dark brown; later, when she was cloned in order to be free from the Spike’s effects once and for all, she decided on using the minimum amount of nanites on her body, which amounted to nothing more than a first aid, emergency regen package. After all, they will eventually want children, and some nanite packages have been known to affect a baby in the womb; thus, brown hair and a body more frail and vulnerable than her original one. If asked if it’s worth it, she’ll answer “yes” without hesitation.
As she walks back to her desk, the silence and her weariness threaten to close in on her. She turns on the spot and heads to the sound system, flips it on. The New Union is on, playing a power ballad entitled Memories of Deneb; the vocalist is singing quietly of loves and friends lost on the ice clusters, of bright-eyed boys and girls suiting up and flying to their deaths on the Itani border. This is precisely not what she needs, so she hits a preset on the control panel; rousing, fast music replaces The New Union’s moody stylings, and she returns to the desk, approving. TGFT Radio rarely disappoints.
As she picks up the ceramic fragments off the floor, carefully, her mind goes over all the work, and all the recent events. First and foremost are the problems with Corvus of late; while the criminal organization per se couldn’t care less about what Miharu and her are doing through Sigma, some of its associates don’t like it. Ridiculous, that the pirates are complaining of traders shooting at them, and yet they are; no doubt also passing out some cash, too, greasing some wheels. In the end, no less than 20 inspectors, from Safety to Recycling to the Revenue Service (the Ethics Commision? Since when does Corvus have an Ethics Commision?) have come to audit the bar in the last few days. They come, they show their credentials, they demand to see the paperwork; they find faults and "non-conformities", and threaten with sundry penalties. In the end, hefty bribes and some actual bureaucratic proceedings have saved the bar from even heftier fines or being shut down; still, it is only a matter of time before they fabricate some transgression that cannot be disproved, and the Makchuga will be doomed. On top of that, they have lost pretty much all their clientele from among the “Liberation” pilot corps; none has tried anything funny in the bar so far (they know better than to mess with people who have Geminorian friends) but their absence shows their disapproval. If it weren’t for the drifters, the miners and the rogue traders, the bar would be in dire straits.
Perhaps… no, no perhaps about it: it was naive to believe they could keep the bar separate from Sigma's aggressive anti-pirate policies. It was bound to happen, sooner or later; still, how soon it happened is surprising; one would expect the pirates to have more backbone and not cry “foul” so soon. Alas, they did, and now the time to make a decision approaches. Not long ago, talk was had about relocating the bar; perhaps it’s time for that talk to resume. After all, the Makchuga has seen better days; it flourished during the peak of the purified Xithricite convoys conflict, when everyone believed the Neutron Gun MkIII would win the War, when raiding or defending a convoy was seen as a patriot's duty. Now, the heated conflict at the Deneb-Geira Rutilus wormhole attracts more attention, and Corvus has finally stolen the Neutron 3’s plans, making it widely available. The pilots have all flocked to the other side of the Territories, and the bar's profitability has diminished as a result.
With the pirates abandoning the bar, and the station officials making life hard, the Sedina Xang Xi stations are starting to look better and better as the bar's location(though why is Xang Xi becoming so pivotal to her life?); if given a choice, she’d pick the research station on sector K-13 (that the name escapes her is a sure-fire sign she’s dead tired). It is, after all, a station that’s seeing a continuous flow of people, now that Xang Xi is leading efforts and research against the evolving Sedina Hive from there. Like the convoys conflict of old, pilots of all kinds are congregating there, meeting, grouping up, and launching sorties against the rogue AI time and again; it’d be like the good old days, and the Guild’s policies wouldn’t be at odds with the administration’s. A win-win situation for everyone, including Corvus.
There are, of course, two more things to take into consideration. The first is the Makchuga itself; it has, so to speak, a life of its own, established since forever on Corvus Hold and tied to the station’s colorful history, handed down from owner to owner as time passed; maybe, they’d do better to sell it to someone else, to allow the bar to continue existing where it always has, to be what has always been, a pirate bar in a pirate station. However, the second thing is Miharu herself. For some years the bar was her cornerstone as she searched the Territories for her wayward lover; she worked hard to keep the bar working and raised its already impressive standards; she poured her life into it. So she can tell Miharu will fight, tooth and claw, to keep the bar, as is, and under her administration; it is, after all, a defining part of who Miharu is. Yes, Miharu will fight to keep the Makchuga at the Hold, and more than likely everyone around her will become embroiled in the fight; at this moment, she can’t decide on whether that is a good thing. She’ll talk to Erik about it later, she decides, before talking to Miharu.
She sighs, moving tiredly to drop the shards into the disposal chute, grabbing the mop and getting to work on the spilled decaf. She tries to focus her eyes on the PDS screen and fails, and that makes her realize how tired she really is. She looks at the wall’s timepiece, the large digital display easier to read; it’s barely three hours into the second shift, she notes with surprise, and yet she feels like she’s been awake for days. There are just so many things on her plate these days… Guild matters, the mysterious cabal trying to capture the Lieutenant, and now the pirates on top of it all… she makes up her mind then, and finishes mopping up the floor briskly. She props the mop against the wall and reaches over, turning off and closing the PDS, tidies up the desk a bit before shuffling off to the bedroom, closing the door to block out the radio and crawling exhausted on to the bed. A couple of minutes later, she’s asleep.
Looking around, disoriented, she realizes she dozed off at her desk, her PDS still on, a dozen tasks still unfinished. She immediately notices the missing cup, finds it on the floor, shattered; she must have pushed it off the edge as she fell asleep, and the sound of it breaking on the floor woke her up. A shame, for she really liked that cup.
She gets up, going for the mop. She runs her hand absent-mindedly through her hair, pushing the bangles away from her eyes. Its green color is long gone, ever since she considered changing the shade and Erik suggested he’d love to see her natural dark brown; later, when she was cloned in order to be free from the Spike’s effects once and for all, she decided on using the minimum amount of nanites on her body, which amounted to nothing more than a first aid, emergency regen package. After all, they will eventually want children, and some nanite packages have been known to affect a baby in the womb; thus, brown hair and a body more frail and vulnerable than her original one. If asked if it’s worth it, she’ll answer “yes” without hesitation.
As she walks back to her desk, the silence and her weariness threaten to close in on her. She turns on the spot and heads to the sound system, flips it on. The New Union is on, playing a power ballad entitled Memories of Deneb; the vocalist is singing quietly of loves and friends lost on the ice clusters, of bright-eyed boys and girls suiting up and flying to their deaths on the Itani border. This is precisely not what she needs, so she hits a preset on the control panel; rousing, fast music replaces The New Union’s moody stylings, and she returns to the desk, approving. TGFT Radio rarely disappoints.
As she picks up the ceramic fragments off the floor, carefully, her mind goes over all the work, and all the recent events. First and foremost are the problems with Corvus of late; while the criminal organization per se couldn’t care less about what Miharu and her are doing through Sigma, some of its associates don’t like it. Ridiculous, that the pirates are complaining of traders shooting at them, and yet they are; no doubt also passing out some cash, too, greasing some wheels. In the end, no less than 20 inspectors, from Safety to Recycling to the Revenue Service (the Ethics Commision? Since when does Corvus have an Ethics Commision?) have come to audit the bar in the last few days. They come, they show their credentials, they demand to see the paperwork; they find faults and "non-conformities", and threaten with sundry penalties. In the end, hefty bribes and some actual bureaucratic proceedings have saved the bar from even heftier fines or being shut down; still, it is only a matter of time before they fabricate some transgression that cannot be disproved, and the Makchuga will be doomed. On top of that, they have lost pretty much all their clientele from among the “Liberation” pilot corps; none has tried anything funny in the bar so far (they know better than to mess with people who have Geminorian friends) but their absence shows their disapproval. If it weren’t for the drifters, the miners and the rogue traders, the bar would be in dire straits.
Perhaps… no, no perhaps about it: it was naive to believe they could keep the bar separate from Sigma's aggressive anti-pirate policies. It was bound to happen, sooner or later; still, how soon it happened is surprising; one would expect the pirates to have more backbone and not cry “foul” so soon. Alas, they did, and now the time to make a decision approaches. Not long ago, talk was had about relocating the bar; perhaps it’s time for that talk to resume. After all, the Makchuga has seen better days; it flourished during the peak of the purified Xithricite convoys conflict, when everyone believed the Neutron Gun MkIII would win the War, when raiding or defending a convoy was seen as a patriot's duty. Now, the heated conflict at the Deneb-Geira Rutilus wormhole attracts more attention, and Corvus has finally stolen the Neutron 3’s plans, making it widely available. The pilots have all flocked to the other side of the Territories, and the bar's profitability has diminished as a result.
With the pirates abandoning the bar, and the station officials making life hard, the Sedina Xang Xi stations are starting to look better and better as the bar's location(though why is Xang Xi becoming so pivotal to her life?); if given a choice, she’d pick the research station on sector K-13 (that the name escapes her is a sure-fire sign she’s dead tired). It is, after all, a station that’s seeing a continuous flow of people, now that Xang Xi is leading efforts and research against the evolving Sedina Hive from there. Like the convoys conflict of old, pilots of all kinds are congregating there, meeting, grouping up, and launching sorties against the rogue AI time and again; it’d be like the good old days, and the Guild’s policies wouldn’t be at odds with the administration’s. A win-win situation for everyone, including Corvus.
There are, of course, two more things to take into consideration. The first is the Makchuga itself; it has, so to speak, a life of its own, established since forever on Corvus Hold and tied to the station’s colorful history, handed down from owner to owner as time passed; maybe, they’d do better to sell it to someone else, to allow the bar to continue existing where it always has, to be what has always been, a pirate bar in a pirate station. However, the second thing is Miharu herself. For some years the bar was her cornerstone as she searched the Territories for her wayward lover; she worked hard to keep the bar working and raised its already impressive standards; she poured her life into it. So she can tell Miharu will fight, tooth and claw, to keep the bar, as is, and under her administration; it is, after all, a defining part of who Miharu is. Yes, Miharu will fight to keep the Makchuga at the Hold, and more than likely everyone around her will become embroiled in the fight; at this moment, she can’t decide on whether that is a good thing. She’ll talk to Erik about it later, she decides, before talking to Miharu.
She sighs, moving tiredly to drop the shards into the disposal chute, grabbing the mop and getting to work on the spilled decaf. She tries to focus her eyes on the PDS screen and fails, and that makes her realize how tired she really is. She looks at the wall’s timepiece, the large digital display easier to read; it’s barely three hours into the second shift, she notes with surprise, and yet she feels like she’s been awake for days. There are just so many things on her plate these days… Guild matters, the mysterious cabal trying to capture the Lieutenant, and now the pirates on top of it all… she makes up her mind then, and finishes mopping up the floor briskly. She props the mop against the wall and reaches over, turning off and closing the PDS, tidies up the desk a bit before shuffling off to the bedroom, closing the door to block out the radio and crawling exhausted on to the bed. A couple of minutes later, she’s asleep.