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Max!


Busy! Day care and substituting and so m an y l es so n plans and the suchlike.

How has everybody been?

Uh. So. Apparently I still exist?

\o/

I choose you! *Pokemon trainer pose*



Thanks, man! I have trouble keeping up with just one, I don't know how you do it. Honestly.



It's a pleasure to consider being anything remotely...

Any of you disreputable lot good at helping with the removal of rust?

Intrigued and confused is good; I can work with that.



...for a loose definition of "let".

Do you have any idea how hard it is to type in these things?

In one word: BEES.

I hate quitting, ever, but circumstances beyond my control necessitate my doing so. Best of luck in the finals, Relt. Hit me up for a rematch at some point in the future and I'll make it up to you.
...

Mylo Xyloto on repeat. Yaaaaaaay.

The white sphere came out of nowhere, hit the ceiling with a resounding bang and ricocheted off the balcony again, barely missing Cael’s skull in the process. He could feel the breeze from its flight...

Cael awoke in the generic calm of the Serenti infirmary, alone and utterly disoriented. Dorian was gone. The haunted shelves and murderous books of the library were gone. The spear - the inkmage...

The crane was adamant, filling his pounding head with the mental paper equivalent of strident squawking, all scribbled black lines on a red-tinted sheet. The other cranes – only two, as three had...

The cranes searched as one for an exit, their trifold images showing nothing but books and shelves and shining, splintered glass. The stairs, which had originally led him into the stacks, now ended...

Various dubstep versions of things thatprobably didn't really need remixed. :)

Six minutes.

At best, that was all the circle would give him. At worst, Dorian would be strong enough to tear a hole in the column of light and solidified magic holding him in place, and then...

Ghost Stories by Jim Butcher! (Late to the game, I know.) Stop The Train by Geraldine McCaughrean is on the list after that.

The blank page read like a mockery of his inaction, the expanse of white accusing him of doing nothing; of standing and waiting until the promised destroyer came upon him in a flurry of blade and...

Twice before, Cael Strandssen had entered the monks’ mad arenas. Twice before he had been found lacking, twice before he had been named the vanquished. Now, thanks to Îd’s incessant meddling, he...

He’d been threatened with beheading before, and a part of Cael wanted, desperately, to curl up with his arms over his head to block out his overactive imagination. A smaller part of him wanted to...

Cael didn’t wait to see how many – if any – of the crane’s ethereal blades hit the tiger’s prison. He just ran, feet still leaving damp tracks on the dusty paved floor. Old scars already exacerbated...

Ayup. And Shadar a ridiculous costume. One I know how to deal with, the other...uh. Mods? Do you just take it or what?

Words.

He was good with words, used to twisting them, making them do what he wished. He was better with them than with fighting or magic, by far, as they had been his life since adolescence. But...

Any bunnying from here on out is considered approved!

The uneasy peace evaporated in a cloud of leaves and sound, a wave of brilliant blue that hit Cael with the strength of a bull, swept the...

"Solike. I lost. Last round, I mean.”

“You did.”

“So why am I still in the brackets?”

“Damned if I know.”

“…you’re losing money on these, I know you are. Why in the name of all nine...

Smeargle, Beartic, Flygon, Eelektross, Shedinja, Rapidash

Caden Law.

Just 'cuz.