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Diane wrote a few numbers down after measuring Sinopa's wingspan properly. "Just sometimes the things people want to do don't fall into what they're good at." She smoothed the blueprint down and put a sheet of plastic over it; Sinopa had found it with her other supplies. She started sketching out the plans Sinopa had made, but altered them a bit to actually fit her wings. "What did you want to do, Clare?"
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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Diane lifted her head. "... I'd love to hear you sometime. The singers we get now... really aren't that good." She finished up the sketch and sat back. Sinopa stretched her wings out then relaxed them, glad she didn't have to hold them up anymore. xD "Just... it all sounds the same to me. I found old CDs and records, once, and it sounds so much better."
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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Diane decided not to mention that she was tone-deaf and would enjoy it no matter what.
Sinopa piped up, "I'm gonna go fish some more." -- Kris Thomas finished packing up his bag with clothes and his sculpting tools, and what little paints he still had; he was running out and he was going to buy some more. He was planning on heading to the Irregular continent with the Ufu group, and... well, he wouldn't lie, he was hoping he'd be able to visit his sister. Kayte had sent him letters, and he'd sent a few back. These letters he had in his bag too, to read on the way there, and he picked up the phone to call Sanura. He was staying at a nearby hotel; he'd sold his apartment and most of the stuff in it he'd donated to those who might like the furniture better. I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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Sanura picked up the phone on the first ring. Since the incident at the meeting, she'd been somewhat shaken, tho she was still looking forward to the Ufu trip. In any case, she was always keen to talk to people she knew to take her mind off the terrible fight and its consequence.
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"Hey, it's Kris. About the trip; what time do I need to meet you again?" He doublechecked his bags; one was his portfolio, another his supply bag, and the last his backpack with clothes and his portable computer. It had a little solar-powered charger, not very powerful but enough for a few days after a lengthy charge.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |