http://changelingdude.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] changelingdude.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2011-09-17 03:55 pm

Does this count as a Meme? Probably not but who cares!?

Indecisive Meme!

So! Al has a problem and I'm sure many of you share the same problem.

So many muses to pick from, only one spot to app with!

And so here's the game

1. Post with a muse you have that you've been curious about bringing to Trans, maybe set up a scene if you feel perky.
2. Get tags from the current muses of Trans_9!
3. Or get tags from muses who will be joining Trans_9 soon!
4. Or maybe tag around with your potential muse in other musethreads.
5. ???
6. Cake!
7.There is no cake

Thesik | Dragonlance

[identity profile] itsanaurakthing.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[I wish I could bring her in D:]

Thesik had adjusted to life on Stacy rather quickly. She missed her mate and her sisters, of course, but she knew there was no point in moping about, so she'd thrown herself into being useful around the ship and learning as much as she could about the various worlds, especially the different forms of magic. Being an aurak, she was naturally gifted; she'd already gotten situated in the Magic Department and spent a large portion of her time in the Tower of High Sorcery.

She also spend a portion of her time with the other draconians, Bight and Linsha. It was still a bit strange with the timeline differences, as she was from even earlier than everyone else, but she was slowly getting used to it.

She was in the tavern, poring over a book about ancient pagan rituals on one of the versions of Earth, making notes on a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen. Those were useful things, ballpoint pens. The inkwell was internal, and the ink dried quickly enough to not need sand. Her attention was entirely focused on the book, to the point where she'd forgotten she even had a drink next to her on the table.

HELLO FRIEND 8D

[identity profile] warriorraceguy.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
N'tho had needed something to do. Perhaps hauling things around was beneath his dignity, or had been at some point, but it felt good to be doing work. Even if that work was hauling things around in the city, much as he'd done in the Keep of Sraom as a boy.

But now, though, he had earned a moment's rest. N'tho was not yet sure what he felt about the things these people liked to drink. They were unfamiliar in smell and taste, and though he supposed they behaved similarly to what he was used to, they were too alien yet for him to find much enjoyment in.

"Do you mind if I sit?"

8DDD

[identity profile] itsanaurakthing.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
It took a moment for Thesik to realize someone had spoken to her, and she looked up suddenly, smiling in apology, "Oh, no. You can sit down."

She looked at the newcomer curiously, not at all bothered by his appearance. "My name's Thesik."

[identity profile] warriorraceguy.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
N'tho pulled out one of the chairs and sat. He was cautious with it, a lot of the furniture on this vessel did not seem constructed with fully grown Sangheili warriors in mind.

"N'tho 'Sraom," he replied, dipping his head a little. "You are working?" he asked, eyeing the book. Books. N'tho had not read a book in its entirety in his entire life, and had not seen one in years.

[identity profile] itsanaurakthing.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Well met." Fortunately for N'Tho, everything in the tavern was designed for people that were seven feet on average, and built heavier than humans. Thesik herself was just over seven feet. She glanced down at the book, and her notes, and set the pen down, "Curiosity, really. I never even knew there were other worlds, let alone other universes, and there's so much to learn."

[identity profile] warriorraceguy.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I have seen other worlds," N'tho noted, "but never like this." He supposed this was not too unlike an interstellar war, but it was at the same time so different.

Or perhaps, this time it was he who was different and that was what made it feel so strange.

"Have you found things useful to you?"