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Lisbeth drew her breath in sharply. "That's awful," she whispered. "I don't mean to sound like I'm prying, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but - have - have you ever lost anyone?"
 
Lisbeth drew her breath in sharply. "That's awful," she whispered. "I don't mean to sound like I'm prying, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but - have - have you ever lost anyone?"

"My youngest son Ziek...about three years ago..."

"I thought my parents were dead until about 8 years ago."
 
"My youngest son Ziek...about three years ago..."

"I thought my parents were dead until about 8 years ago."

Lisbeth bit her lip and nodded. She couldn't say anything. Now she knew that she wasn't the only one among them who had lost someone. She hadn't just lost someone, she had lost everyone, except for her two friends who had escaped with her, but then, for all she knew, they might be dead now, too.
 
From some far-off section of the building or castle or whatever this place was, a sound was conducted to them. It seemed like the noise made by one of the monsters such as they had seen dead in the lower levels. The noise first conveyed a predatory eagerness....then the fury and bloodlust of mortal combat....then a sudden sharp turn to pain and dismay....and then it was cut off and gone.
 
Lisbeth shuddered. That thing that had snaped at her foot before had been serious, not joking around. "I hope they're not anywhere near here," she whispered.
 
"He said they were especially after him," Darron shyly reminded her. "That's why he didn't stay with us once he realized they had come to--this place, _whatever_ this place is."
 
Lisbeth jumped, surprised. She had nearly forgotten that Darron was there. She bit her lip, wondering how to reply to him. She was very tempted to snap at him or say something mean; but now she was beginning to wonder if he really deserved that.
All that she said in the end was, "I hope you're right about that." She said nothing more, as a fight was the last thing that they all needed.
 
Vissarion had for many minutes pretended to have a hurt leg, dragging himself along most convincingly. When the next monster took the bait--resulting in the noise that Lisbeth heard--the tall warrior leaped above the tentacles which reached for him at floor level, then came down severing one tentacle with his sword. His other hand drove the pickaxe deep into the creature's ill-formed head; but it did not at once die. Vissarion realized that he would have lost this fight, against so tenacious a monster, if he had in fact been crippled. But the monster's minute or two of dying attacks failed to inflict any serious damage.

Once the chaos-born being had gasped out its unclean life, the redbearded man yanked his pickaxe free...then took a breather, wishing as always that he could be back in Trantea with Shamleth, his betrothed. To her, his every scar was beautiful, for she knew how honorably he had accumulated them.

For now, God was leaving him here. So he wondered how the others were doing. Especially the sad souls Darron and Ivan. But to go rejoin them would be to attract...

Suddenly, a new thought poured ice-cold water through his spirit.

The monsters would know by now that he was avoiding the others. They had enough intelligence to understand, alien though compassion and kindness were to them, that he was trying to prevent them from coming to harm on his account. So what if the monsters decided to take someone like Lisbeth hostage?

Those three mystical women who had joined the stranded party might have the power to stop the monsters...but would they actually USE their power to good purpose? In the short time he had seen them, he had brought away the impression that they might be short in attention span, soon moving on to other things. Which left Vissarion in an agony of indecision: should he rely on those three sisters to protect the weaker ones? Or should he work his way back nearer to the weaker ones himself? In other words, the question still was, would his presence help or the opposite?

 
"It's quiet again," Lisbeth said. "That's thing about this place. Whenever it's quiet, it's too quiet; and whenever there's noise, it's the kind that always makes one afraid or rather uncomfortable." She shuddered and shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
 
Firstly, it isn't "again," because that other time you chose to call modding, wasn't; and it isn't now, either, because it simply IS a fact that you HAVEN'T been doing anything with your characters here, even though their inaction is virtually paralyzing the other players.
 
Firstly, it isn't "again," because that other time you chose to call modding, wasn't; and it isn't now, either, because it simply IS a fact that you HAVEN'T been doing anything with your characters here, even though their inaction is virtually paralyzing the other players.

(ooc well the story line isn't going anywhere so there is nothing to post. And it is modding b/c I WASN'T THE ONE TO MENTION THE FACT, if it indeed was one. Plus if you read my posts you'd know that Verra is still under the haze, and that my characters are not sisters at all. And sense you specifically targeted MY characters, and not the group as a whole, you were modding. Just admit your wrong for once!)
 
I would admit to being wrong if I _were_ wrong. :p

But there has been _some_ action by other players; what I said about your characters was just accurately noting an _absence_ of activity by the characters who _most_ should be doing something. With great power comes great you-know-what. If you're going to make a point of your characters being SO-O-O-O invincible and unbeatable, then as the characters most _able_ to do something, they should BE doing something! You complain of nothing happening on the thread; so why didn't you _make_ something happen on the thread? Nobody was stopping you from having one of the tentacled monsters attack so that your superwomen could slay it; nobody was stopping you from saying that you found some treasure or mysterious artifact; and nobody was stopping you from saying that your characters found a way OUT of the building. Only YOU stopped you from finding things to do.
 
I would admit to being wrong if I _were_ wrong. :p

But there has been _some_ action by other players; what I said about your characters was just accurately noting an _absence_ of activity by the characters who _most_ should be doing something. With great power comes great you-know-what. If you're going to make a point of your characters being SO-O-O-O invincible and unbeatable, then as the characters most _able_ to do something, they should BE doing something! You complain of nothing happening on the thread; so why didn't you _make_ something happen on the thread? Nobody was stopping you from having one of the tentacled monsters attack so that your superwomen could slay it; nobody was stopping you from saying that you found some treasure or mysterious artifact; and nobody was stopping you from saying that your characters found a way OUT of the building. Only YOU stopped you from finding things to do.

(ooc but the thing is you have no right to control my characters...at all! even if I wasn't posting that doesn't mean anything. It just means theres a part of the story not being told yet. And my characters are not all powerful. Ya know you and BK have like an issue with strong woman characters. Its not their powers or abilities that makes them powerful its their presence and usually Type A personalities. I think ya'll liked it better if I played someone ya'll had to save or something. Geese both of you are on my case. And then when I do post their weaknesses (Jade and Verra with their dead children, Leila (other rpg) with her messed up self loathing) ya'll dont read them or call it "mush". Ok sooo you complain my women characters are too "strong" but when they show weakness, ya'll ignore it and go with your original assumptions. Now thats not fair.

And I didn't want my characters to destroy any monster b/c right now they are trying to get Verra out of her daze or whatever, but it's hard b/c Verra's weakness is holding the son she never got to be with! So not much can happen until "something" happens to the haze. I don't want to be the one to anciate it until Darron is out of his, so that it wont be like Im prohibiting Lady N from anything she wants to do with Darron.

So just quit assuming you can take control of my characters. You made them come off as syuck up lil tarts that are too good for anybody. Which they are not. You only think they are because, sometimes like you do with me, you go off of assumptions rather than just reading the freakin' posts.)
 
Again, it IS NOT controlling your characters to note the fact that they AREN'T doing anything. If I had been idle on a roleplay where I had made people expect I would be active, and if someone posted about my idleness, I would shrug it off and either make some contribution or admit that I had to bow out. I would NOT bristle and snarl about "character modding" over such a little thing, which my own inactivity made possible in the first place.

DON'T EVEN start with the Hillary Clinton evasion that we "just don't like strong female characters." You already KNOW that it is not as simple as that. What we don't like is certain female players having a chip on their shoulders to be ALWAYS superior to EVERYONE male. Even in your high-school roleplay (yes, I do read things you write), you have to keep on pushing and pushing to be superior.

If I were allergic overall to female characters being powerful, I wouldn't be writing a story right now with a VERY powerful female character in it. Oh, wait, I'm forgetting--that's on another thread where I'm not seeing you posting, so maybe you haven't SEEN Chin Lu-Mao being tough?

I wonder if you, Kim, have the SLIGHTEST comprehension of how far some of us icky Neanderthal males have gone trying to be NICE to you and accommodate you? Why do you REALLY think I made Mr. Bingley in Pride and Prejudice such a clumsy dweeb? It was in an effort to be a sufficiently NON-macho male that you WOULDN'T go into your competition mode. Why do you think I posted multiple poems on your Poems for Friends thread? I could have posted them elsewhere, but I was trying to be supportive of you. Well, every time I try to be nice to you, the thanks I get is to have you still ready to pick a fight.
 
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