I’ve had my run-ins with the cold before. There was a pretty big transition when going from moving aircraft, complete with artificial you-name-it, to above-mountain thin-air climate. Sore throats became the norm for a long time. I’d have to say sore throats would be my greatest fear. Can’t stand them, and they make it impossible to sing in the shower.
If you’d rather stay in bed, I could always find out if they can do something about the temperature. I’d find out from Big-Ears when she’d be ready for wewe to sleepover, because we both know she would, but as things would have it her room is pretty cold too; something about her city being wintery most of the year.
In the terms of movies… oh just read me, turning this into some kind of list. I never had much experience uandishi letters.
Well anyway, that night under the tree, I’d say wewe had a bit of a reason to snap at me, not a lot but a bit. I actually spent most of the rest of the night feeling like I was some kind of entitled kid, expecting button-pushing to translate into some kind of friendly banter. I didn’t feel right either about being so casual and such while she and I were just jabbering away about where we came from, while wewe were standing there feeling like the alien of the conversation. And in all honesty, it was raining, it was cold. If I weren’t the type of grin at that I’d probably be upset too.
You’re doing a great job, with her, and in general. I know you, well all of us, are going to have knee-jerk reactions to whatever we regret in the past. I’ve Lost my fair share of sleep on that. But if I am allowed the privilege, I would like to say how proud I am of you. wewe aren’t just a sister to her wewe know, and we know she’d agree. As for me, well even if being the target of whatever has wewe upset, well… let me explain it like this.
Whenever I’d smile, or, whenever I do smile I should say, au try not to, when you’re upset, I get mad at myself for not having enough self-control, but the reason I end up happy is because, as far as I’ve experienced, you’re always on a holy crusade. wewe aren’t just sitting around, and wewe don’t want to. I swear it’s like you’re shining and if I have to hear someone “nagging” in my head about whatever I did wrong and should fix, if that’s your voice, it sounds zaidi like… a… very, fast-paced rock song, but in a good way; the kind that isn’t all jaggety… jagged, but smooth and fluent; like that one wewe sang that one time, in front of everyone.
When we left to that city, trying to find her, and I mentioned all that was going on, wewe went on about how wrong it was and how something needs to be done about it.
When I was still living with my dad, we lived kwa moral absolutes. That was the whole reason for the mission; rule everyone because we know what’s best. If wewe were to ask what we disagreed with, I’d still have to agree with almost everything he did. Maybe we do know what’s best, au at the very least know what’s right, but I never wanted to force that on anyone. I’m sure if I were to get the mad doctor to inject me with something I could just keep getting power but… I’m not God, au A god anyway.
When I left there wasn’t really much support for my way of thinking. I was always kept as the work-hand. Go in, kill people, get out, inayofuata mission. It took a long time to finally make it okay not to headshot people. Everything was about acceptance and not trying to dictate right au wrong. I got in a lot of trouble for speaking up about that sort of thing.
So as wewe might imagine…
as soon as wewe alisema those words I had half a mind to scoop wewe up right there in front of the enemy, and proclaim to whoever’s looking down just how beautiful that was. Whether au not I’d actually kiss wewe was kind of a hard one. I didn’t want to force it on wewe but it was a pretty big temptation.
But of course I tried to shrug it off and songesha on, but maybe at one point, if you’re okay with it, I could have a sekunde go?
I want to break down, tear down, any walls that might hold any hesitance between us, and her too… and that would include someone else but no matter how much I might want to, it’s your business and I’m going to let that be at your pace. I would like wewe to know though that if wewe never tell me, I won’t upendo wewe any less. wewe don’t have to tell me for me to know that wewe trust me. It can hurt and I never want to make wewe feel like wewe aren’t being honest with me because wewe don’t want to open up a wound.
wewe know that things are going to escalate don’t you? All the different species and overloads and self-righteous has-beens are going to be clawing everywhere for power and control. wewe know what I’m looking mbele to though? The museum. After this is all over they’re going to make an entire room just to archive these letters and people are going to come from everywhere to read them. They’re going to look at these and see them as a sign of significance. They’ll say something like “This amazing person actually didn’t know the right majibu all the time?” and the guide will tell them “Oh she knew; she just didn’t always know how to put them into words because they were so unfathomably revolutionary and extraordinary, that the world wasn’t ready for them.” Then the people will say something like “But that doesn’t answer the question. Did she really have problems like this?” and the guide will calmly say “Oh yes, all the time. Quite often she was an emotional wreck, but if wewe look at volume AZZ, letter 3,232, au volume A, letter 2, the other amazing person says that’s the best part because it showed everyone she wasn’t willing to shut down her emotions and pretend nothing was wrong. She’s the rare kind of person who won’t sit still and won’t keep quiet, and the only time she does is when it’s someone else’s turn to grab the steering wheel, but she’ll be back to it soon enough.”
They might ask “What ever became of these amazingly good-looking, charming, and heroic people?” And so the guide will reply lastly “Oh, they’re probably in a cabin, kibanda during the winter time, warming up kwa a moto with colds full of sore throats, and loving not caring at all because they helped make everything good.”
Now, I’m pretty sure when you’re familiar with what comes inayofuata when the cold is involved, but just to make sure, could wewe have someone open the door? I’m not doubt about to drop the hot-chocolate, noodle soup, popcorn, and movies.
If you’d rather stay in bed, I could always find out if they can do something about the temperature. I’d find out from Big-Ears when she’d be ready for wewe to sleepover, because we both know she would, but as things would have it her room is pretty cold too; something about her city being wintery most of the year.
In the terms of movies… oh just read me, turning this into some kind of list. I never had much experience uandishi letters.
Well anyway, that night under the tree, I’d say wewe had a bit of a reason to snap at me, not a lot but a bit. I actually spent most of the rest of the night feeling like I was some kind of entitled kid, expecting button-pushing to translate into some kind of friendly banter. I didn’t feel right either about being so casual and such while she and I were just jabbering away about where we came from, while wewe were standing there feeling like the alien of the conversation. And in all honesty, it was raining, it was cold. If I weren’t the type of grin at that I’d probably be upset too.
You’re doing a great job, with her, and in general. I know you, well all of us, are going to have knee-jerk reactions to whatever we regret in the past. I’ve Lost my fair share of sleep on that. But if I am allowed the privilege, I would like to say how proud I am of you. wewe aren’t just a sister to her wewe know, and we know she’d agree. As for me, well even if being the target of whatever has wewe upset, well… let me explain it like this.
Whenever I’d smile, or, whenever I do smile I should say, au try not to, when you’re upset, I get mad at myself for not having enough self-control, but the reason I end up happy is because, as far as I’ve experienced, you’re always on a holy crusade. wewe aren’t just sitting around, and wewe don’t want to. I swear it’s like you’re shining and if I have to hear someone “nagging” in my head about whatever I did wrong and should fix, if that’s your voice, it sounds zaidi like… a… very, fast-paced rock song, but in a good way; the kind that isn’t all jaggety… jagged, but smooth and fluent; like that one wewe sang that one time, in front of everyone.
When we left to that city, trying to find her, and I mentioned all that was going on, wewe went on about how wrong it was and how something needs to be done about it.
When I was still living with my dad, we lived kwa moral absolutes. That was the whole reason for the mission; rule everyone because we know what’s best. If wewe were to ask what we disagreed with, I’d still have to agree with almost everything he did. Maybe we do know what’s best, au at the very least know what’s right, but I never wanted to force that on anyone. I’m sure if I were to get the mad doctor to inject me with something I could just keep getting power but… I’m not God, au A god anyway.
When I left there wasn’t really much support for my way of thinking. I was always kept as the work-hand. Go in, kill people, get out, inayofuata mission. It took a long time to finally make it okay not to headshot people. Everything was about acceptance and not trying to dictate right au wrong. I got in a lot of trouble for speaking up about that sort of thing.
So as wewe might imagine…
as soon as wewe alisema those words I had half a mind to scoop wewe up right there in front of the enemy, and proclaim to whoever’s looking down just how beautiful that was. Whether au not I’d actually kiss wewe was kind of a hard one. I didn’t want to force it on wewe but it was a pretty big temptation.
But of course I tried to shrug it off and songesha on, but maybe at one point, if you’re okay with it, I could have a sekunde go?
I want to break down, tear down, any walls that might hold any hesitance between us, and her too… and that would include someone else but no matter how much I might want to, it’s your business and I’m going to let that be at your pace. I would like wewe to know though that if wewe never tell me, I won’t upendo wewe any less. wewe don’t have to tell me for me to know that wewe trust me. It can hurt and I never want to make wewe feel like wewe aren’t being honest with me because wewe don’t want to open up a wound.
wewe know that things are going to escalate don’t you? All the different species and overloads and self-righteous has-beens are going to be clawing everywhere for power and control. wewe know what I’m looking mbele to though? The museum. After this is all over they’re going to make an entire room just to archive these letters and people are going to come from everywhere to read them. They’re going to look at these and see them as a sign of significance. They’ll say something like “This amazing person actually didn’t know the right majibu all the time?” and the guide will tell them “Oh she knew; she just didn’t always know how to put them into words because they were so unfathomably revolutionary and extraordinary, that the world wasn’t ready for them.” Then the people will say something like “But that doesn’t answer the question. Did she really have problems like this?” and the guide will calmly say “Oh yes, all the time. Quite often she was an emotional wreck, but if wewe look at volume AZZ, letter 3,232, au volume A, letter 2, the other amazing person says that’s the best part because it showed everyone she wasn’t willing to shut down her emotions and pretend nothing was wrong. She’s the rare kind of person who won’t sit still and won’t keep quiet, and the only time she does is when it’s someone else’s turn to grab the steering wheel, but she’ll be back to it soon enough.”
They might ask “What ever became of these amazingly good-looking, charming, and heroic people?” And so the guide will reply lastly “Oh, they’re probably in a cabin, kibanda during the winter time, warming up kwa a moto with colds full of sore throats, and loving not caring at all because they helped make everything good.”
Now, I’m pretty sure when you’re familiar with what comes inayofuata when the cold is involved, but just to make sure, could wewe have someone open the door? I’m not doubt about to drop the hot-chocolate, noodle soup, popcorn, and movies.
Darkfyre: Biohazard, are we recording?
Biohazard: How did wewe miss the red light?
Darkfyre: ... So that's a yes?
Titanium: No, that red light means the battery's low!
Darkfyre: Sheesh, don't get all cranky, Ms. Mouthless.
Biohazard: Just explain it, already!
Darkfyre: Fine, fine! It all started when I witnessed the epic battle between Hyper Metal Sonic and Sonic.
Oh, how amazing it was to see that fight. That scene of Sonic hitting his balls kwa landing on the pointy thing on the front of Robotnik's hovercraft... *chuckles* It's still funny just thinking about it!
Anyways, I had known about Metal Sonic during its development. I had watched Robotnik build it himself.
Chaos Digifyre is still in development; I, too, need life data from Wyldfyre in order for Digifyre to fully function. Just wewe wait, Wyldfyre. When I complete Digifyre, the only things keeping wewe alive will be a wish and a prayer.
Biohazard: How did wewe miss the red light?
Darkfyre: ... So that's a yes?
Titanium: No, that red light means the battery's low!
Darkfyre: Sheesh, don't get all cranky, Ms. Mouthless.
Biohazard: Just explain it, already!
Darkfyre: Fine, fine! It all started when I witnessed the epic battle between Hyper Metal Sonic and Sonic.
Oh, how amazing it was to see that fight. That scene of Sonic hitting his balls kwa landing on the pointy thing on the front of Robotnik's hovercraft... *chuckles* It's still funny just thinking about it!
Anyways, I had known about Metal Sonic during its development. I had watched Robotnik build it himself.
Chaos Digifyre is still in development; I, too, need life data from Wyldfyre in order for Digifyre to fully function. Just wewe wait, Wyldfyre. When I complete Digifyre, the only things keeping wewe alive will be a wish and a prayer.
Name: Snow Identity
Age: 20
Species: (Three-mood) Identity
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Light Blue with dark red eye lashes
Main color: White
Secondary color (stripes): she has dark red stripes on her arms and legs but they’re covered kwa her clothing.
Hair color: None
Clothing
A long black cloak, with white fur, manyoya collars at the neck, arms, and a white fur, manyoya end on the cloak-dress
Personality: Snow is friendly, though can be a bit aggressive. She doesn’t attack normally, and prefers to find majibu through talking over fighting. She is sensitive to people, and tries not to bother anyone if she can.
Abilities: Snow has morphing and originally had chaos energy powers until she swapped them for Magic-energy so that she could no longer be controlled kwa other identities.
Age: 20
Species: (Three-mood) Identity
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Light Blue with dark red eye lashes
Main color: White
Secondary color (stripes): she has dark red stripes on her arms and legs but they’re covered kwa her clothing.
Hair color: None
Clothing
A long black cloak, with white fur, manyoya collars at the neck, arms, and a white fur, manyoya end on the cloak-dress
Personality: Snow is friendly, though can be a bit aggressive. She doesn’t attack normally, and prefers to find majibu through talking over fighting. She is sensitive to people, and tries not to bother anyone if she can.
Abilities: Snow has morphing and originally had chaos energy powers until she swapped them for Magic-energy so that she could no longer be controlled kwa other identities.
So I just started yet another species, this time called "Ifedines"
wewe may notice the similarities to Identities, but I assure wewe that they are different.
First of all they don't morph and they don't have chaos energy powers.
Secondly they don't have the same origin, and aren't even mobians really (But they are sonic shabiki characters).
However if wewe want to know what their origin is, and find out zaidi info, you’ll have to wait till there’s zaidi involvement in “Mobius Academy: Evolution” (link) as this is where they first appear.
After that I will make an official guide to them, but not until we get zaidi people on the forum.
So till then,
Happy Roleplaying and shabiki on.
EAT PIE AND PROSPER
wewe may notice the similarities to Identities, but I assure wewe that they are different.
First of all they don't morph and they don't have chaos energy powers.
Secondly they don't have the same origin, and aren't even mobians really (But they are sonic shabiki characters).
However if wewe want to know what their origin is, and find out zaidi info, you’ll have to wait till there’s zaidi involvement in “Mobius Academy: Evolution” (link) as this is where they first appear.
After that I will make an official guide to them, but not until we get zaidi people on the forum.
So till then,
Happy Roleplaying and shabiki on.
EAT PIE AND PROSPER