Introspective. Canon is Melody of the Gears.

[brand_of_disgrace]

We should stop looking. My lives pass by quickly, but yours doesn't. This life... It didn't work out. Like Kharyl and Matthias didn't.

Like... Like Cedric and Abel didn't, in a different way. If they'd worked out, it'd all've worked out... Right?

...No. Kharyl and I were... Kharyl and Matthias, they... we were...

I don't know. It was so many decades ago. So many centuries. So much more of it.

I'm tired.

Canon is Need For Speed. Shelby is not a fan of The CW.

[shelbycobra]

That is literally the dumbest idea I've ever heard. Look, I'm not judging you for liking this Hellcats thing or whatever (actually that would have been a super-cool nickname for me), but me as a cheerleader? That would be beyond dumb.

Where do you think I would've had the time to cheer? Was it between classes and having to drive myself to Road America for my ALMS races? Or between driving back and trying to get four hours of sleep before the midterm in the morning? You've already established I didn't have time to date and I hate skirts, so why would I ever?

If you really want to say I had another extra-curricular in college, I would've done powder puff football just to run over somebody. And that football coach on this show looks oddly familiar.

...What are you laughing at?

what have i done

[libidont]

Oh? So this is the part where I'm supposed to thank you, is it? I suppose if nothing else I should applaud your taste, but I can't find it in myself to applaud your thinking. It's been well over a decade since you last revisited my story, has it not? And as of now you are only... twenty of these "episodes" in, meaning you have made it approximately one-ninth of the way.

Which is very troublesome for me. Technically I haven't even met Sango yet, to say nothing of the many other important (although less so) occurrences that shaped my fate. So perhaps instead of sitting there choosing my words for me, you could return to the task at hand and get me properly up to speed? This humble monk thanks you in advance for your no doubt immediate cooperation.

Ah, and about this inappropriate username... no, on second thought I think I understand! Even with your limited progress through the series, you must understand the purity of my character and nobility of my intentions. It may be that I judged you too harshly, mundane. I'll reconsider my hasty opinion at once.

(no subject)

[hellburger]

Wow, you know what? Things were going great. I finally got a solid budget drawn up this month for Mother Base -- hell, we might actually have been in the black for once -- and then you strand me in some extra-dimensional gutter.

When I get back, god knows there are going to be so many literal and proverbial fires to put out, I might as well just fucking stay here. Jesus H. Christ.

- K. Miller

P.S. Yeah, yeah. The ladies around here are top-notch, but that's very small consolation in the grand scheme of things.

On being called out to play

[youshouldfearme]

...like you didn't have anything else to do? Other muses to play around with in these fantasies and made up places? If you're so fond of them, why don't you go play with them and leave me to the ruling of my world. I won't be your plaything. I am the heir to the Fire Nation, damnit!

[She pauses, the grimace on her face becoming a slow, wide smirk.]

You know, mundane, now that I think about it a little more, I'm actually beginning to think this idea of your isn't such a bad one after all.

A whole new world for me to conquer, to rule?

I could get used to this.

in which the mun is an indecisive butt

[fonewearl]

Will you make up your mind?! Either you want to do things with me, or you don't. You can't have it both ways!