(Don't worry about it. I learned my lesson, lol. Balance learned their lesson too, I'll have you know. And yeah, they still plan on figuring just how badly they can fuck up the site's users, lol. Don't worry, it's going well.)
(Lol, I think we all made sure they knew. You yelled at them, at length, over a Zoom call, as I recall.)
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(Thumbs-up. Lol, head shake)
(… Damn. Lmao! I wasn’t expecting that)
(Yeah, Meep has a vicious tongue, you know. Never get on their bad side. Balance was wincing the entire time Meep was going off on them.)
(Embarrased chuckle It wasn't that bad. I don't think, at least.)
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(Oof, lol. I understand that. I’ve been called ‘vicious’ and a ‘savage’ because of my temper and blunt, harsh tongue, lol)
(I know that feeling too, lmao! I cause chaos/mayhem without even trying or wanting to)
(And besides, I wasn't even that loud, lol.)
(Yeah, we both need to remember not to start any arguments, lol. We'll end up turning into On'nyosh, the both of us.)
(Lol, yeah. I'm glad someone knows.)
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(Lol. I won’t necessarily start an argument, but I’ll damn sure finish one. On’nyosh is mild, lmao!)
(Grin)
(Winces Yeah, it was painful to listen to, to say the least. I'm still wincing at the memory.)
(And On'nyosh is in no way mild, I'll have you know. Neither is meep, and neither are you, Anastasia, lol.)
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(Mhm…)
(Lmfao!)
(Oh, hey Balance!)
(Lol, I've seen it whenever one of us mentions it to you. You turn all brooding and silent.)
(To Anasatasia There were some graphic threats in there, too. Shudders And most of it was, let us say, explicit descriptions of. . . ah. . . delicate topics.)
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(I believe I understand what you mean, lol)
(Lol, hey. Wait, you literally saw me today! Why are you saying "hello" again, lmao?)
(I do not!)
(I look horrified Oh, Jesus, Sam. Never mention those again. It was bad enough hearing them the first time.)
(Good, lol. Because we are done talking about that!)
(Oh, c'mon! I didn't even say the worst shit that passed through my mind. Consider yourself lucky that I said what I did, instead of some of the other shit I literally couldn't say, lmao!)
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(Anyway. Shall we get back to the chat)
Nwalan: No, yet ‘tis also a discussion that I am reluctant to discuss by default. It be personal to both of us. Shrugs. If one displeases enough Goliathan females, they will all either disregard you completely, or kill you. Ehumar had the former, merely because he had no desire to bed any of them at the time.
(Ooh, that's sounds promising, Meep. Tell me in PMs, lol. I hope, for Balance's sake, that you never get truly pissed, lol.)
Aiden: Nods Then I suggest we speak no further of him. Including speaking of topics closely related to De Tearion's past. Sighs
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Nwalan: Very well. Thinks of something different to talk about. …Tell me of your collection. His expression becomes eager as he indicates Aiden’s tattoos.
Aiden: Chuckles My "collection", as you put it, is a mixture of runes, art and prophesies. I have symbols depicting aspects of everyone I'll meet and have met, symbols of strength and courage, though neither of those are much needed, depictions of the gods, lines of prose and poems, and yes, even images from some of the various weavings and tapestries of mine home.
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Nwalan: Is completely fascinated as Aiden explains. Interesting. Most of my collection be historical or mythological. Tapestries of ancient deeds or godly events. Pottery painted with tales of warring demons. Carvings depicting great individuals or creatures. And… even a few swords that were of such artistic nature that they could not be used in battle. Now, I admit, I stole many of my pieces, but most of my gallery was gifted to me in some way. There are not many that I know that care as much as I about art.
Aiden: Grins Might we go and see just what you have collected? These artifacts may have some importance to Arcadia.
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Nwalan: Grins, then snaps his fingers. A door-sized portal opened up nearby. I know not if I have any Arcadian artifacts, yet nonetheless.
Aiden: Chuckles I shall tell you if you do. Steps through the portal.
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Nwalan: Nods, then steps through after Aiden, the portal closing behind him. Inside was a large gallery of tapestries and various other art, along with many doors leading to other rooms. Here we are.
Aiden: Looks about, then chuckles. He examines the closest tapestries with a critical eye, checking for any signs of wear and tear. This place is pristine. I like that.
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Nwalan: Grins. Indeed. I am loath to neglect my dear tapestries. And I have gained considerable skill at keeping them over the millennia.
Aiden: Laughs I suppose you would have to. He smiles I have had to practice my art in a shorter time. I feel like the less time you have in the world, the more time you make to do what you want.
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Nwalan: Chuckles. And I choose to. He then shrugs. I suppose such be true. The more time you have, the more leisurely one can live. Though, at times, it doesn’t seem that way. Particularly when you have no sense of time. Snickers.
