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 Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 11:58 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 8:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 12:03 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 12:20 am
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AnimeOtaku391321 Naito_Mitsukai Couldn't you have left, then returned to pick up your mother later? biggrin or called someone to come save you? xd Unfourtunately no, I was stuck thereseeing as I was under the legal driving age and so was all of my friends who were willing/able to get me out of there...
awwww! That sucks! whee |
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 2:34 pm
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No s**t, there I was....
Playing tablaro with Lord Zorgon-dragus (his name litteraly meaning "Sword Dragger" or in translation "Mercenary") and this man is a pirate above all pirates. If you don't beleve me, go play a game with him... sweatdrop
So, I am the type that watches Lord Zorgon like a raven because I KNOW he cheats; often using his drinking beer, or his opponents alchohol, etc. So, on this particular occasion Zorgon had two ladies trying to distract me from the game by kissing me, messaging me, and etc. To thier charms I was as stone, and when he realized that wasn't going to work, he decided to whisper something to his "mateys".
As the game went on, I suddenly heard the cocking sound of a gun next to my ear. Lightning quick I spun about, grabbed the gun and twisted outward (against the guys forearm) and soundly punched him square in the nutsack... xd
Zorgon was suddenly out of his seat: "Stormcrow No! Hes just trying to distract you!" gonk
I turned about with the pistol reversed in my hand, then grabed it from my hand and spun it on Zorgon himself saying: "Well its his fault for listening to you, now isn't it? What kind of game are you playing m'lord...?" smile
He chuckled, looking at the gun: "Um....pirate?" pirate
I laughed and gave the now coughing man back his pistol, patting his shoulder and apologizing for the nut-tap. He accepted and Zorgon and I kept playing.
Zorgon didn't try any more stunts that night... stare *mutters* Wish he'd learn that perminantly... rofl lmao
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 5:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 4:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 1:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 5:11 pm
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Well, seeing as my only other No s**t, There I Was story invovled people pretending to sleep, this is my best story. It happened this afternoon.
No s**t, there we were...
There were four of us, Tristan, in a black tunic and mustard-yellow trews, Kiaya, in a green angelsleeve gown, Jenna, I believe (I'm wretched with names) in a brillant red dress and myself in indigo frankish.
Yes, the color is relevant.
We were at Northern Lights, which has been held the past few years at a church with the most beautiful graveyard... I'm a bit of a goth mundanely (Well, an elizabethian might consider an anglican gothic, in another sense) but even if I wasn't, I would love this graveyard. All statues and spires, with lovely aged stones...
So the four of us were sitting in the graveyard, singing (The Phantom of the Opera, The Internet is for Porn, The Witch of the Westmere Land, My Immortal, A Whole New World, To Life, [the Shoggoth on the Roof verison, not the Fiddler one] Three Things, I Like Giants) and admiring the gravestones. Then this guy walks across the street, jumps the fence to the graveyard, and comes up to us.
Now, seeing as we all live out in the boonies normally, and Kiaya and Jenna were postive they just saw someone buying cocaine, we freaked out a bit. He comes up to us and he says.
"So, are you guys pagan?"
"I am, but-"
"I am, but-"
"I follow the norse gods, but she's baptist."
"But that has nothing to do with how we're dressed."
"We're in a medevil reenacting group, that's all."
"Though there are alot of pagans in the SCA."
"Oh," says the mundane. "I'm a solitary, I just thought since you were all dressed for each of the elements... and you're in the graveyard..." That is when we realise none of us are wearing the same color.
The solitary mundane was really very nice about it when he found out what was going on. When we realized he wasn't a crazy ghetto suburbanite (yep, if the suburbs look like the ghetto, you knw you're a country SCAdian...) trying to kill us, we calmed down a bit, answered his questions, and went back to singing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 6:24 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 7:45 pm
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I have one.
A background part first: I've known Duke Sir Edmund for a long time. Infact, I remember him WAAAAAAAAAY back when he was just Edmund stick-jock. So I've known him basically all of my life. Literally. So this whole "zomg, she's old enough to have a boyfriend" thing is kind of... yea. Anyways....
So
No s**t there I was at RUM, wandering around dressed as a geisha (since I was doing a class on them) mostly attached to my lord's side. This was back when Duke Sir Edmund was king of the midrealm (the more recent time). Anyways, so my dad is working Troll when HRM approaches him. And this little conversation takes place.
"Hello Alaric"
"Hey. How are you?"
"Good. How's life?"
"Eh, not so bad."
"That's good. So, who's this tall long haired young man I see Miranda is attached to?"
"Oh, that's her boyfriend Kenshin."
"Ah. Does he need to be scared?"
"Well, he's a black belt, and an eagle scout, and he's real nice and yea, he needs to be scared."
Bum bum buuuuuuuuum!!
So later on, we're at feast enjoying a lovely dinner. I'm sitting beside Kenshin kinda chatting with him and my friend Guy is on my other side, and I'm talking to him. Blah blah blah.
Well, if you've ever SEEN Edmund, you know that he is a giant. My poor lord is only about 6 ft-6 ft 2 y'know? Tall, but not TALL TALL.
So! Mr. Giantman gets up and strides over to our table. Kenshin is sitting, making him even SHORTER than him, and Edmund literally drapes himself over the poor boy's shoulders and talks soft enough that only Kenshin can hear him. Kenshin straightened up in his chair real quick, and Edmund stood up straight, patted him on the shoulder, and goes back to his table. When I inquired as to what Edmund said, he wouldn't tell me. Least, not right then.
But then a couple days later, I bugged him over e-mail as to what Edmund told him. And this was the reply.
Quote: When he draped himself over my shoulders, and whispered into my ear, he did it in his sickening poisoned laced sugary voice. And this is what he said. "I've known Miranda since she was yay-tall. It would be a REAL pity if 'something' ever happened to her. Just remember, if you do anything to her, you'll be answering to me."
It's much more funnier when both dad and I tell the story. Cause you get it from at least two different views.
Anyways, there's my no s**t there I was story for you.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 7:05 pm
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