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Keane (Tano'rath)
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Singapore
Eh, yeah typical Singaporean here... mostly

I'm currently serving my time in the army, as dictated by the law. Will be done around December 2014. Long way more haha.

As for my vocation, I'm a combat engineer.


Service ended. Move along. hahaha

As for me, I generally like meeting people, and talking. I talk ALOT. However, I'm usually only online on skype, etc on weekends, due to the nature of my training and vocation. I also have a tendency to be extremely random at times, so do pardon me~

My hobbies include writing (obviously), reading and fiddling with hardware.

My main character defaults to a black dragon/drakonian (I've given up on correcting people over this so yeah), name being Tano'rath. The ref sheet is in the gallery somewhere... He means quite a bit to me, going deeper than just being a character. Enough said.

oh yeah, I have skype. Ask, and i will note you my username.

Twitter: Tanorath_Drgn follow me for nonsense~

Icon/profile pic by Tod Willis

Tano'rath out.


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Journal Entry: Tue Apr 7, 2015, 6:58 AM


Eh, wanted to get that sad stuff off the front page.

Anyway, I've settled in more or less, having work piled on. Coping fine, but I don't write much anymore. Kinda expected. 

At least this time I can really say that I'm doing something that I want to do. It's interesting stuff and interesting times. 

One thing though, I really need to cook a larger variety of things... Omelettes only go so far haha. I'll figure it out.

Oh, I also fixed up some old ass sound system, so I have bass that shakes my table now xP

Eh, other than that, nothing much. Move along~

Tano'rath out.

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  • Mood: Euphoric
  • Listening to: Music
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  • Watching: Lectures
  • Playing: Civ V
  • Eating: Omelette
  • Drinking: Water

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Resistance
Chapter 52: Academy

At least the last two hours of the drive were uneventful, and I rolled up to the gates of the Academy early. How did I know that I was in the right place? Simple. It was a sprawling complex next to the city, with the words, ‘Riders’ Academy’ painted to the left of the gate in big block letters.

The little I actually saw of it actually consisted of nothing more than a bunch of wide and low building, probably housing, arranged in a radial pattern around what was most probably the main building. The building in question was best described as a rather tall cylinder, with what looked like large balconies on which dragons and presumably their riders would come and go from.  Everything looked to be constructed from the same pale tan stone, even the walls, which were actually quite high.

I ended up waiting at the gate, with the engine in neutral.

After what felt like an eternity of staring at the black metal gates, I realised that it would be prudent to actually try knocking. Once I made sure that my handbrake was engaged, I went up to the gate and realised that I was an idiot. You don’t knock on a gate.

I stood there for a while, long enough to watch some humans and presumably their dragon companions walk past. Some of them shot me strange looks, but no one bothered to offer any advice. Fed up, I went and shut the vehicle’s engine off before sitting at the back and chewing on what was left of the snacks that I had brought along. It was getting dark anyway. Perhaps they would open the gates at sunset.

As I mused and chewed on my food, I didn’t quite notice that a dragon, in his quadruped form, had plonked himself next to me. I only actually realised that I had company when his snout blotted out the sky.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, or scales whatever. “What?! Where’d you pop out from?”

The dragon grinned, his bronze scales glinting in the sun, his green eyes twinkling with laughter. “Took you long enough, o queer one.”

I huffed. “Point taken, and just for the record, I’m not queer.”

His grin widened. “You’re a dragon that uses wheels and does not fly, smells of humans and wears clothing. You even lack the common sense to shout to the gatekeeper to have the gate opened for you.”

I made a face. “Well, in my own defence, no one told me that there was even a gatekeeper. Besides, what’s wrong with wheels?”

He prodded one of my wings with a brown claw. “You have wings. You’d do well to use them, young one. Now, do you want me to open the gate, or not, hmm?”

“Considering that I’ve been sitting here like an idiot for hours, yes please.” I replied, slightly miffed about having the dragon poke fun at me. In the meantime, I clambered back into the drivers seat and started the engine.

The dragon invited himself in and sat in the passenger seat. “I expected you to be taller. Proceed.”

I gazed up at the huge gate pointedly. “It’s still not open.”

“Once we approach, it shall open.” The dragon replied, “Or do you wish to sit here all day?”

An autogate, albeit with magic. Not bad, actually. I put the brake down and put the vehicle into gear. “If you say so, but if I smash into the door, you’re repairing this thing.” I remarked, smirking at the still grinning dragon. He was beginning to remind me more and more of a fairy tale character.

“I have walked and flown through these gates countless times, friend, but never have I gone through while moving nigh a muscle…” He added as I revved the engine and we moved towards the gate.

True to his word, the gate actually did open on its own accord. I simply shot him a smile. “That’s technology for you. Do you need a ride anywhere?”

The dragon chuckled and pointed to a field right next to the wall, with a good view of the gate. How could I have not noticed that earlier?!

“Might as well, since you’ll have to wait there anyway. Thank you, and good luck with your training. Someone will be along to pick you up.” He added, and I complied, parking the vehicle on the street as the dragon himself disembarked, resumed his quadruped form and laid down on the grass. “They should dispatch the person on schedule; which is at sundown. You still have a bit of time to finish your food.”

I nodded and reclined in my chair, while chewing on the last morsel of food. The dragon produced an appropriately sized book out of nowhere and began reading. He had obviously been told to expect me, that much I gathered.

Considering that I was a dragon sitting in a rover chewing on a sausage and playing with the steering wheel with my feet, it was safe to say that I received a number of stares, though no one actually approached me. The Gatekeeper noted my slight confusion and explained that no one was supposed to talk to the new people till they had been processed and such. I ended up lying in the back seat, watching the sky go dark for a lack of a better thing to do. I actually somewhat missed Fenek’s constant nagging a little, since there was no one to talk to, considering the fact that the Gatekeeper fell asleep, with his snout on the book no less. This was probably his retirement job or something.

Out of boredom, I started to fiddle with the cushioning on the back seat, knowing that below it was a storage compartment. I ended up unceremoniously dumped onto the floor of the rover as the entire thing came loose and slid off. I looked inside the compartment to find an AK complete with a sling, together with four loaded magazines which were already in pouches. Closer inspection revealed a note from Victor, which read ‘just in case’. I chuckled while extricating myself from the footwell and latched the cushioning back on.

By the time anyone actually turned up, the sun had just vanished beyond the horizon. Another dragon, this one orange with red highlights and a white underside and horns. His eyes matched the red of his scales. By then, I was lying in the back of the rover with my feet dangling out one end and fiddling with my pistol. I glanced over and saw him, so I holstered my weapon and got up.

“Are you by any chance here not to ignore my existence completely?” I remarked as I clambered back into the driver’s seat.

The dragon nodded, so I started the engine and motioned for him to take a seat. He simply walked over and gestured down one of the main avenues. “It is dark, Tano’rath. Perhaps it would be wiser to walk.”

Drak’rrth had been busy. They even knew my dragon name.

I made a face and flicked on the headlamps. “Not a problem. I brought my own lights. Where to?”

The dragon reluctantly got in and I showed him how to fasten the seat belt. “You are to report to the administrative centre, in the main building, the one in the centre. You should see the entrance once we reach the building. We should proceed down this road. Is this thing supposed to teleport us there?”

I snorted, holding back a laugh. “I wish, but what it can do is to get us there fast.”

“It looks heavy and makes so much noise. I doubt it. Nothing can go faster than us dragons.” Came the dismissive reply.

I put the vehicle into gear and gunned the engine, careening round the bend and onto the designated road. “Then allow me to give you a lesson in speed. Just straight down, eh?”

The dragon gave me an unimpressed look. “This is hardly very fast, and yes, the entrance should be at the end. Is there anything that can be done about the noise?”

“No.” I replied, changing the gears and gunning the engine even more. “But speed I can give you.”

That drive was fun, and I probably gave the dragon the ride of his life as I swerved all over the place to avoid random humans and dragons that would land out of nowhere. I was quite sure that I ended up on two wheels a few times too, but hey, you don’t usually get to play with the steering when you’re going at over a hundred.

By the time I stopped the vehicle in front of the entrance, the dragon had visibly paled under his scales. I took the chance to laugh my head off at him as I shut the engine off. “Well, I’m sure this lesson has taught you many things.”

The dragon stumbled off the vehicle, but gave me a mad grin. “Perhaps it has. What magic does this use? Wind?”

Twirling the key on my finger, I smirked, “Magic? No magic. All just precision engineering. Now, am I supposed to bring anything in?”

The dragon was too busy staring at the rover. “Impossible!”

“Trust me. I’m an engineer myself.” I replied flatly, “Can you answer my other question?”

“Bring all your weapons, and anything else of note.” He replied, prodding at the bonnet.

“Alright. You know, I can show you how it works if you want.” I replied as I fished out the rifle and added the magazines and their pouches to my belt.

Show me? No. It is outlawed to practice such blasphemy. I do not wish to invite trouble upon myself, but I thank you for your offer. Are you ready?” He replied, shaking his head.

I slung the rifle over an arm and adjusted my pistol a little. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

As the dragon led me in, he prodded my rifle with a claw. “Is that what I think it is? I’ve heard rumours about weapons like these. They are…scary.”

This guy was obviously a civilian, probably clerical staff or something. I adjusted the weapon a little. “If you’re referring to it being a gun, which is old world technology, then yes.”

Of course, standing in front of the building proper allowed me to appreciate how huge it was. It would have been interesting to look at the blueprints of the thing, but knowing the dragons, they probably had no idea what a blueprint was.

I was led through a rather nondescript door into a rather spacious room. The room itself was full of tables and chairs, all arranged neatly into rows. I was brought to one and asked to sit down and wait, while the dragon himself went to get the paperwork for me to fill.

No matter how backwards they were, they still had paperwork. Impressive.

However, their idea of paperwork was just a bunch of blank sheets of paper. On one, I wrote my name, the town I came from, gender, etc. On another sheet, I had to write in Fenek’s details. On the last two sheets, the dragon had sketched rough diagrams of my equipment. I initialled on them to acknowledge that those were mine. They were supposedly to identify my equipment if anything got lost and such.

The only hitch was that I had forgotten to give my dragon name again, which was remedied rather quickly.

The dragon went off with the paperwork, asking me to wait again. He came back a moment later with a very badly abused sword, and an extremely smelly helmet. I took the former and declined the latter, much to his amusement. “You should have gotten your own helmet before coming over. Are you sure you won’t take this one? I know it smells bad, but it will provide protection.”

I stuck out my tongue in disgust at the smell. “I’ll pass. The smell will probably kill me first.”

He put the helmet away. “As you wish. I am to bring you to your housing. Do you wish to use your machine to go there?”

“Of course.” I replied, as we exited the building, “Anything else for me today?”

He clambered into the seat, fumbling with the seatbelt. “I will arrive at dawn tomorrow with more instructions. You will most probably join one of the classes with the other newcomers.”

I reached over and helped him out, once I had tossed the rifle to the back. “Alright. I’ll…probably still be asleep. Was on duty yesterday.”

As I cruised down the road, the dragon shot me a curious look. “Duty?”

“Glorified guard duty basically.” I replied, “We have to keep our own towns safe too, you know.”

Surprise. “I thought you led the insurgency?”

“It’s a group effort. Being a commander doesn’t make you immune to duty anyway.” I added, as he pointed me down a small road, and eventually came to a stop at one of the low buildings.

“You shall be staying here whenever you come for training,” He said, pointing to the building itself, “There is a bed for you and your companion, along with amenities such as a kitchen. You provide interesting company. I must say, I expected quite the opposite.”

“I get that a lot. Thanks, and see you in the morning.” I replied, smirking as I shut the engine off. “Oh, you forgot the keys…”

“The door will open on its own for you and your companion alone, unless you decide to allow guests. I shall see you in the morning.” With that, the dragon took a leap and was airborne. He was probably heading off for the day too.

Grabbing my rifle and car keys, I walked to the house. True to his word, the door slid open upon my approach. There was indeed a walled off partition for the bedroom, and presumably a toilet. I dumped my rifle on the table, tossed my belt with the pouches onto a chair, and went to bed. As an afterthought, I took my pistol and plonked it onto the bedside table.

Drained from the events of the day, along with the fatigue carried forward from the duty the previous day, I drifted off to sleep in relatively short order.
Resistance
Chapter 51: Unexpected

Luckily for me, the rest of my shift was mostly uneventful. Flayme did come in at some point to tell me that the skinwalkers were safely away, which was good. I sat and chatted with him for a while before he went off.

By noon the next day, I was more than happy to hand my duties over to the next person. Other than the saga during the previous day, it was actually quite boring. That, however, was a good thing in this case.

I was handed a map by Fenek when I reached the house, which had a route drawn out in red, leading to one of the nearby towns, Manila. I took one look at it and groaned.

Fenek shot me a concerned look. “Is there something wrong?”

“It’s so bloody far away.” I muttered as I grabbed a bottle and began filling it with water.

“Can you make it in time?” The dragon replied, still worried. He obviously wanted to go along, but that had already been forbidden.

“Can is can la, but I’ll have to rush.” I replied tartly, grabbing a box and tossing in some snacks, while shovelling down my lunch. So much for a nap.

“Perhaps I should ask him to give you more time?” Fenek interjected, albeit with quite a bit of hesitation.

“Nah, especially given his mood. Didn’t you see how black his face was?”

Fenek rolled his eyes. “He is a black dragon.”

“…Nevermind. I meant, didn’t you see how angry he was?” I replied, shaking my head as I made my way to the door, grabbing what was probably a rover key. As an afterthought, I grabbed my phone too..  “This for my car?”

Fenek seemed to get the point, and nodded to my second question. “Yes. It’s parked behind. Take care of yourself.”

Skittering out the door, I managed to get the last word in. “Yes boss.”

I scrambled to the rover, tossed my water and snack into the glove compartment, and took out the three loaded magazines inside. Slotting one into my pistol, I put the remaining two into my belt. Time was not on my side, and I didn’t want the treaty to fail just because I was late.

I was in such a hurry that I almost forgot to ensure that my extra jerry can of fuel was secured. It would be a real bummer if it fell off halfway…

I roared down the street, gunning the engine and trying not to go too fast. Once I was out the city gate, I floored the pedal, eliciting a roar from the engine, pausing only to shift gears. Unluckily for me, I found that this vehicle had no radio for me to listen to.

As I pondered whether or not to play music from my phone, I absentmindedly glanced over to the passenger seat only to find that I was not alone…

…Next to me sat a wolf. Or more specifically, one that was bipedal, black furred, blue eyed and staring right at me.

As if nothing was wrong with him just materialising out of nowhere, he simply pointed in front nonchalantly, and spoke, his voice sounding quite deep and rich. “You’re going to hit the tree soon.”

My head snapped round, and saw it looming ahead. “…oh?….OH...FUCK!” Still swearing in a wide variety of languages, I threw the wheel all the way to the left, causing the vehicle to careen to the side, narrowly missing the tree.

I glared at the wolf next to me and fumbled for my gun, only to find that it was not there. The creature grinned and held up my pistol by the barrel. “Looking for this?”

I looked at the pistol, then at the wolf, then back at the pistol. “Fuck you, chibai.” I snapped, and slammed my foot onto the brake pedal.

The wolf was unfazed, and simply twirled my gun round, cocked it, and pointed it at me. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll drive according to my directions. My colleagues and I want to have a little talk, dragon.”

At this range, even the worst shot couldn’t miss. I nodded slowly. “Fine, but note that I have a timing to keep.”

The wolf chuckled. “That I know. You won’t be late. Turn right onto the small forest road ahead.”

Being late was probably the least of my problems at the moment. As I drove onto the rocky road leading up to the forest, I heard my phone clatter out of my spare magazine pouch. Before I could reach over and pick it up, the wolf beat me to it. “Is this a….communications device?”

I glanced over. “It’s a phone, if that’s what you mean. Useless now, though, because all the infrastructure is gone. You know, it would be nice if I knew what to expect from those friends of yours.”

“You will not be harmed if you cooperate,” He replied, “If this thing is useless, why do you carry it? Oh, and turn right.”

I turned, while shrugging. “Well, at best I use the camera, or play music with it.”

“This is a human device. How would a dragon like you know how to use it?” The wolf retorted, growling. He obviously didn’t believe me.

There was no time for me to reply, however, as we rolled into a small campsite and I was told to shut the engine off and disembark. There were another two wolves, of similar colouration, who stood up the moment I got off the vehicle. One had green eyes, while the other had brown highlights.

They began talking amongst themselves, in their own language. I had no idea what was going on, only that there was a whole lot of barking. I ended up sitting in the back seat and waiting. I half-heartedly entertained the idea of escape, but decided that that would be stupid. I was outnumbered and unarmed.

Eventually, the same wolf walked over. “I’m impressed. You haven’t tried to escape yet.”

As the other two walked over, I huffed and pointed to my gun. “I’m not an idiot. Now, since it’s established that I’m a prisoner, what are your demands?”

The wolf seemed genuinely surprised at my reply, but took it in stride. The other two began discussing something in their own language. “We’re not out to take your money or resources. We want information.”

“You’ll have to be more specific than that.”

“Why is it that your city and yours alone, has a power plant, albeit it being very small, and since when did you lizards learn to use gunpowder? On top of that, I’ve never seen the occupied getting along so well with the occupiers before.” Well, he was generous with the details alright.

If he didn’t believe me about the phone, he was in for a really good ride. “My city? First off, it isn’t mine, just to set the record straight. That city and its neighbour is not under the rule of the dragon council, or whatever that bunch is supposed to be called. It’s run by the human resistance. We treat humans and dragons equally, so things tend to go smoother. Our weapons are human made.”

The wolf scoffed. “What a wonderful story. Pity that I don’t believe the vile lies from that snout of yours.”

“Case in point, ever seen a dragon driving before?” I shot back, offended that they hadn’t even bothered to consider my story, although it was probably too fantastic…

The wolf paused for a moment, then shook his head. “No, but that proves nothing. Ach, our time is being wasted! Open your mind, dragon! If you speak the truth, I will see it!”

I paused for a while, then sighed. “I would, but I don’t know how to.”

“Giving me permission will suffice.” The wolf snapped, giving me a disbelieving stare.

I nodded and leaned back. “Carry on.”

He gave no warning, nor did he give any quarter. If anything, he was trying to make things extremely difficult for me. I could have sworn that his eyes began to glow at some point. However, after that, I became more concerned about the intense feeling of my brain bouncing inside my head, and having the wolves stare me down, occasionally baring their fangs at me. How rude, I thought, as the other wolf went about whatever he was trying to do.

Once done, the wolf seemed to be stunned. While the three of them began discussing, and judging from how the tone and volume changed, they got into an argument.

Eventually, the wolf returned me my things, and introduced himself as Gareth. “Do you know why the dragons sought peace with you?”

I holstered my gun and put the phone away. “Not really. They just offered one fine day and we took. Well, considering that there was an army on the doorstep, we didn’t have much of a choice anyway.”

Gareth chuckled. “That is because, on the other side of this massive continent, they are fighting us. We’ve been here for almost a month. I daresay though, they aren’t doing well. Your little town isn’t too shabby either, considering that your technology is inferior to ours, and that humans have no magic.”

I didn’t know what technology they had, but I was not one to comment. I simply shrugged again. “We work with what we have.”

Laughing, Gareth clapped me on the back, “And you did quite well. Don’t be surprised if we pay you a visit soon.”

I nodded. “Curious, though, how’d your species get here? Magic, or technology?”

“Both. The dragons tried to do to us what they did to you a long time ago. We drove them out, and when we finally retaliated, their world was empty. We traced them here, and launched our offensive. Don’t worry, though, we don’t harm civilians.”

“Interesting. I’ll look forward to your visit, then. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a timing to meet.” I replied, as I got into the vehicle.

“Remember, this all never happened……friend.” One of the other wolves remarked, as Gareth snapped his furred fingers. The next thing I knew, I was back on the main road, considerably closer to my destination than I should have been.

“That was…unexpected…” I muttered to myself, as I drove down the road, chewing on my snack.

The vehicle turned heads, human and dragon alike. Some would outright avoid me, while others would smile and wave. Of course, the latter group would consist mostly of humans, but there would be the odd dragon that would give me a huge grin or two.

I stopped at a stall to get myself some fruit, only to realise too late that I had forgotten to bring something to barter with. Apologising to the stallholder, a bored looking gold dragon, I returned to the rover.

However, in the space of the two minutes that I had spent in the stall, my rover had caused a crowd to gather. Standing in front of the vehicle was a dragon, of similar colouration to me. He looked at me, then back at the rover, then back at me. He looked almost identical to me, upon closer inspection as I walked, just short of the horn on the tip of the snout.

“Do you, by any chance, have a son named Atheros?” He asked, looking me over as I sat down.

“Maybe.” I replied, starting the engine, “I’ll have to ask you to move, sir. I need to go.”

The other dragon smiled, but didn’t move. “Ah, tell him that Fekrok sends his regards. Perhaps I’ll be seeing you again soon.” With that, the dragon stepped aside, and I tipped my hat to him as I went past.

“Will do. See you around, then.” I then sped off, seeing the outline of Manila’s city walls on the horizon. Shouldn’t be more than two hours, I hope
Resistance C51: Unexpected
next chapter! Also, now im not that many chapters ahead anymore~ cos uni life haha.

MOVING ON, enjoy! :D
also, new faction...maybe.

Previous chapter:  Resistance C50: SagaResistance
Chapter 50: Saga
I woke to find myself slumped over the table, and the piece of paper not only covered in my drool, but also had a long line ending at where my right hand rested, still holding the pen. Must have fallen asleep halfway through writing up a lesson plan.
In front of me stood a very annoyed looking Fenek. "You're scheduled to be briefed now! Why have you not woken up? We must make haste!"
With that, I was unceremoniously hauled to my feet, and being still half asleep, I had one wing dragging on the floor together with my tail, while the other drooped off to one side, while I shook the sleep from my mind. "It that late already?"
"Obviously! Just because I slept early doesn't mean that you can work through the night!” Fenek glared at me in what was obviously not anger. “Just because I'm your Companion doesn't mean you can act as if you don't need to take care of yourself! It's hardly fair to me!"
I sighed and went to the toilet to wash up. "I get your p

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Chapter 52: Academy
At least the last two hours of the drive were uneventful, and I rolled up to the gates of the Academy early. How did I know that I was in the right place? Simple. It was a sprawling complex next to the city, with the words, ‘Riders’ Academy’ painted to the left of the gate in big block letters.
The little I actually saw of it actually consisted of nothing more than a bunch of wide and low building, probably housing, arranged in a radial pattern around what was most probably the main building. The building in question was best described as a rather tall cylinder, with what looked like large balconies on which dragons and presumably their riders would come and go from.  Everything looked to be constructed from the same pale tan stone, even the walls, which were actually quite high.
I ended up waiting at the gate, with the engine in neutral.
After what felt like an eternity of staring at the black metal gates, I realised that it would
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Resistance
Chapter 50: Saga

I woke to find myself slumped over the table, and the piece of paper not only covered in my drool, but also had a long line ending at where my right hand rested, still holding the pen. Must have fallen asleep halfway through writing up a lesson plan.

In front of me stood a very annoyed looking Fenek. "You're scheduled to be briefed now! Why have you not woken up? We must make haste!"

With that, I was unceremoniously hauled to my feet, and being still half asleep, I had one wing dragging on the floor together with my tail, while the other drooped off to one side, while I shook the sleep from my mind. "It that late already?"

"Obviously! Just because I slept early doesn't mean that you can work through the night!” Fenek glared at me in what was obviously not anger. “Just because I'm your Companion doesn't mean you can act as if you don't need to take care of yourself! It's hardly fair to me!"

I sighed and went to the toilet to wash up. "I get your point mum. Calm down. I must have lost track of time."

I noted that the children at the table were snickering as I made my way to the loo. I flashed them a half smile before going in and freshening up.

Grabbing a piece of bread, I rushed past the table and out the door, with Fenek in tow, telling me to go with him to the guardhouse.

I barged into the modest guardhouse to find Victor sipping a cup of tea at the table. Save for him, the building was empty. He gestured at the seat next to him, in front of which a cup of tea sat, apparently for me. I sat and sipped the tea, apologising for being late.

Victor brushed it off, remarking that I was only five minutes late or so. He seemed to be more preoccupied to actually say more, and actually looked to be anxious to get the whole thing done and over with. Although sleepy, I shared his sentiments.

Basically, since I was the Duty Commander (DC), all I really had to do was my job. Up until they triggered the alarm (the specific time was not told to me) I was to carry on with my duties. When it went off, I was to respond accordingly. Nothing much, actually. Of course, there would have to be a crowd, and this had to be good…

At the end of the briefing, which probably took less than ten minutes, I couldn’t help but comment. “That’s it?”

Victor smirked. “More or less. Once they leave the gates, the issue will be handed to the exterior protection battalion.”

“…So you woke me up super early to tell me that I’m supposed to carry on?” I grumbled, making a face.

A chuckle was the response. “Yes, because we can’t have you waking up in the afternoon all the time, you lazy bum!”

I rolled my eyes. “Point taken. See you later, when my shift starts.”

With that, we went our separate ways. I would only be taking over around noon, which left me with quite a bit of time to have breakfast and such. Hence, I strolled back to the house, with Fenek still going on and on about how I should take better care of myself the entire way.

When we finally got to the door, I reached over and held his mouth shut, telling him that I well and truly got the point. He really worried way too much about these things. What was worse was that I couldn’t play the age card, despite the fact that I was supposedly more mature mentally. Hell, he could be over a hundred for all I knew.

Fenek glared at me. <I am not that old. I’ll have you know that I’m only thirty.>

I gave him a very pointed look as I opened the door, “But five mentally.”

Laughing to myself as Fenek fumed at my jibe, I went and fried myself an omelette. Meanwhile, the other occupants of the house went about their own business, with the children studying, Silvera and Agenor cleaning the house together, while Hector and the rest of his group attempted to clean their rifles. The latter was actually quite funny to watch. Even as a biped, Hector was still huge, and him fiddling around with the tiny brushes from the rifle cleaning kit looked almost comical, especially when he had to squint at things.

I joined the children at the table and had my breakfast, only stopping at one point to show the rifle cleaning bunch how to do it properly. The way they went about it would damage the gun.

Of course, that got oil all over my hands, and I had to wash up again. When I came back, Fenek and Atheros had joined the table, the latter simply moving to sit next to my seat. I sat with them and finished my food, only to find myself still hungry.

“…Is something happening later, Father?” Atheros asked, seeming to ponder even asking the question for a while.

I shrugged as I went and started frying some sausages and bacon. “Dunno.” As much as I wanted to tell him about the exciting thing about to happen, it was classified.

“Come now, I’m sure you know, Father! I’ve seen the guards talking in hushed tones all day, and no one wants to tell me anything!” He protested, his curiosity evident.

I shrugged again, as I took my plate and refilled it with the meat. “I’m cannot discuss this kind of thing. You know that.”

As I sat, he looked me in the eye, “You don’t trust your own son?”

“That’s not the issue. It’s the clearance level. I’m not allowed to tell anyone without approval from the committee, and that applies to everyone involved.” I replied, chewing on a sausage. “I trust you, believe me, but this is really out of my hands.” I made a mental note to let the butcher know that this batch was a bit saltier than usual.

On top of that, I had this nagging feeling that I was being watched. However, I found nothing. I asked Fenek through the bond to sweep the place with magic. His reply stated that there was nothing his ‘five year old mind can find’. He must have still been sour about my little joke.

I brushed the feeling off and continued eating. Atheros, meanwhile, must have noticed that I was preoccupied for a moment, and had waited for me to finish whatever I was doing first before nodding. “I understand. If everyone knows, then a secret is no longer a secret.”

“Precisely.” I replied, glancing out the window, guessing that I still had time to burn. “So, have you gone and reported for your training yet?”

Atheros huffed. “They turned me away, saying that the course isn’t starting till next week.”

“Which is what, tomorrow?” I replied, chuckling.

“I believe so.” Atheros replied, “You’ll be going off for lessons of some sort then, yes?”

I chuckled again. “Yup. Try not to blow the house up while I’m gone.”

Instead of shooting me a confused look, Atheros actually got the joke, much to my surprise. We laughed about it for a while as I polished off my food. As I began washing the dishes, I told Atheros a few stories about my time in the army, along with how life was generally like before the war. I even told him about the time when Fenek first turned up at the door. “You know, Atheros, you never really realise how tiny your house is, till a bloody dragon turns up, sits down and blocks the entire thing, including my vegetable patch, off from view.” I remarked with a laugh. At that point, more or less everyone was sitting around and getting entertained by my anecdotes. Ranging from the office politics in the army, to the ridiculous things we did when we were bored…

Sadly, I had to go off after a while, as I had to take over the duty till noon the next day. Fenek said that he would join me later on.

I went to the guardhouse, saluted Sythes who had been in charge the previous day, and took over the post, which was in a small room attached to the guardhouse. As he walked out, Sythes wished me an uneventful day and good luck. He also informed me that the walkie talkies were already in use. I thanked him with a smirk.

I hadn’t so much as sat down when the siren went off. They kept one of the siren equipped rovers outside permanently, to serve as an alarm. I couldn’t help but curse under my breath as I ran out. The runner on duty had just come in, all covered in sweat. Whoever was on duty in the guardroom was probably sounding the alarm. I grabbed the walkie talkie off the table as I approached the runner. “Report.”

The man nodded, while glancing out the door. “Two dragons, unmarked attempting to exit the city via the South Gate. When confronted, they ran to the Southeast quarter. Suspected espionage. Alarm sounded by the South Guard Post. Code 76, sir.”

I nodded and saluted as I rushed out the door, snatching my keys off the table as I went. It was the operation. “Understood. Dismissed.”

I bolted out the door and vaulted into my rover. I actually had the option of flying, but I still preferred to drive. I started the engine, noting the sound of sirens and engines in the distance. As I rolled out of the compound, I activated the walkie talkie. “Response force, what’s your status? Over.”

I heard a few bursts of static as the other end presumably fumbled with the device. I placed mine on the seat as I reached over to change the gear. “Identify please, over.”

I snatched up the thing again. “This is the DC, over.”

“Unable to locate both fugitives, sir.” Came the quick reply, “Search is spreading to other quadrants. Suspect destination to be East Gate.”

“Roger. I’ll head straight to the gate. Godspeed. Over and out.” I replied, as I gunned the engine, hitting the horn every few moments to get people to move out of the way. As the vehicle raced past the embassy, I noted that Drak’rrth was standing in front, watching the proceedings. I was sure enough that he didn’t realise that I was the one driving like a maniac.

As I screeched to a stop at the gate, I looked around, to find the guards already at the ready. My walkie talkie beeped, and as I clambered out of the vehicle, I picked it up.

Again, I received a burst of static before the message. The thing was probably faulty. “QRF to DC, message, over.”

As I walked to the guard post, already holding my pistol in the other hand, I replied, “Send.”

“Confirmed, targets moving towards the East Gate. What is your position?” The person on the other end seemed to be running, with footfalls combined with the clicking of claws on stone. Apparently, there were dragons on the chase too. In the background I heard shouting.

“I am at East Gate. Will update guards. Over and out.” I replied as I walked up to one of the dragons, Drake, the one I had run over some time back, “Where’s the commander?”

He nodded to me as I approached, then pointed to Victor, no less, who had just walked out of the small guardhouse. Victor nodded to me. “Sir. I hear that they’re headed here?”

I nodded. “Correct. Deploy your men accordingly.”

The walkie talkie buzzed again. “DC, message, over.”

“Send.”

More shouting in the background as the message came over. “Targets are taking flight. Request dragon pursuit clearance. Over.”

“Carry on.” I replied, then paused before activating the device again. “DC interior to DC exterior, message, over.”

A familiar voice came over. It was Ren Jie. “DCE to DCI, send, over.”

“Two targets, possibly airborne exiting city. Request support, over.”

A pause. “Weapons free?”

The two of us had to agree on this, but it was pretty obvious what had to be done. “Weapons free. Code 76. Godspeed. Over and out.”

As I put the walkie talkie town, I saw two shadows race past on the floor. I shouted to the guards, “Contact, above, fire. Code 76!”

True to the briefing, everyone began firing, me included, though the shots missed deliberately. As the two dragons left the city compound, I grabbed the walkie talkie again, “DCI to DCE, message, over.”

“Send.”

“Targets left city. Handoff. Code 76.” I snapped, putting my smoking pistol on the bonnet of the vehicle

“Have eyes on. Confirm code 76?”

“Confirm code 76, I repeat, code 76. Over and out.” I replied, before getting back into the rover. I paused, remembering that I had to tell everyone to stand down. “DC to all internal units, stand down and return to post. Over and out.”

With that, I slowly cruised back to my own post, only to find Drak’rrth standing outside my office with Fenek, the former looking considerably impatient. I brought them into the small office and put my keys along with the walkie talkie away. “Yes?”

Fenek seemed to be very flustered as he spoke, seeming to be somewhat irritated too. “He came stomping into the house demanding to see you.”

Subsequently, Drak’rrth cut in. “This is an outrage! Why do you hunt other dragons?!”

“They were caught trying to sneak out, and fled when confronted about their intent. We weren’t hunting anyone. We were chasing a pair of suspicious characters, and for this case, it is well within our rights to do so.” I replied, as I unloaded and started cleaning my pistol with a kit that was conveniently on the table.

Drak’rrth seemed speechless at that, and stormed out. He only stopped to remind me that I was to report at their academy by sunset the next day, and that I was to go alone. Fenek would only need to go the next week.

Fenek himself brightened up once the other dragon left the room. I once again got the strange feeling that someone was watching me, but a glance out the window showed no one, and again, Fenek found nothing… I probably needed to get more sleep.

At least the whole saga was a success.
Resistance C50: Saga
aaand they executed the plan!
also 50th chapter! :D

Next chapter:  Resistance C51: UnexpectedResistance
Chapter 51: Unexpected
Luckily for me, the rest of my shift was mostly uneventful. Flayme did come in at some point to tell me that the skinwalkers were safely away, which was good. I sat and chatted with him for a while before he went off.
By noon the next day, I was more than happy to hand my duties over to the next person. Other than the saga during the previous day, it was actually quite boring. That, however, was a good thing in this case.
I was handed a map by Fenek when I reached the house, which had a route drawn out in red, leading to one of the nearby towns, Manila. I took one look at it and groaned.
Fenek shot me a concerned look. “Is there something wrong?”
“It’s so bloody far away.” I muttered as I grabbed a bottle and began filling it with water.
“Can you make it in time?” The dragon replied, still worried. He obviously wanted to go along, but that had already been forbidden.
“Can is can la, but I’ll have to

Previous chapter:  Resistance C49: BriefingResistance
Chapter 49: Briefing
There was a whole lot of briefing to do, but given the absence of alarm clocks in general, everyone got up late, and consequently, I was woken up late by a yawning Flayme.
In front of me, he, along with Fenek, were already having breakfast. They had even prepared some for me. I groggily downed the contents of the plate before going to have my thick tea. "A lot of briefing to do today, ya?" I remarked to both Fenek and Flayme, who nodded.
However, as my luck would have it, I found that we had run out of firewood while I was halfway through boiling my tea. I ended up spending half an hour running to one of the shops to buy some, since I didn’t have much time to go and chop anything.
While drinking my tea, I ended up going to the guards’ barracks to begin my briefing…
If anything, the presence of Drak’rrth complicated things by a very large margin, since he would doubtlessly report anything that he saw. Hence, the whole thing would h
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Resistance
Chapter 49: Briefing

There was a whole lot of briefing to do, but given the absence of alarm clocks in general, everyone got up late, and consequently, I was woken up late by a yawning Flayme.

In front of me, he, along with Fenek, were already having breakfast. They had even prepared some for me. I groggily downed the contents of the plate before going to have my thick tea. "A lot of briefing to do today, ya?" I remarked to both Fenek and Flayme, who nodded.

However, as my luck would have it, I found that we had run out of firewood while I was halfway through boiling my tea. I ended up spending half an hour running to one of the shops to buy some, since I didn’t have much time to go and chop anything.

While drinking my tea, I ended up going to the guards’ barracks to begin my briefing…

If anything, the presence of Drak’rrth complicated things by a very large margin, since he would doubtlessly report anything that he saw. Hence, the whole thing would have to be planned and thought out very well… If anything, if it backfired, I anticipated that we would land ourselves back on a war footing. Perhaps more discussion was in order.

However, since I found Victor already briefing the guards, it must have been approved by the rest of the committee anyway…

The moment I stepped into the room, Victor came over, saying that the briefing was more or less done. Subsequently, he asked me to go and brief the dragons separately, since some of them were detailed to do guard duty as well. The operation was to begin the next day, as Flayme had already found a way for the skinwalkers to communicate securely and reliably with them.

Surprising, really, since I hadn't expected any of this to proceed so quickly, especially for the communications bit. However, since they were telepathic to start with, I supposed that this wouldn't be too difficult. Perhaps it was as simple as putting a password on a WiFi network? Hard to say.

Pausing halfway to grab a bottle of tea, I made my way to the dragons’ barracks, only to find the whole group of them already eagerly awaiting my arrival. They had even provided a chair for me. Someone must have spilled the beans, and that someone was most probably Fenek, who skittered to the back of the crowd the moment I strolled in.

I plonked my bottle of drink onto the chair and leaned onto the backrest while standing next to the chair itself. "Alright, whose idea was this?"

There were a few snickers from the group, and subsequently, Fenek was pushed to the front, as expected. I rolled my eyes. Fenek shot me a sheepish "Sorry."

"What did you tell?" I replied, half wanting to be annoyed, but seeing no real reason to be as of yet.

The dragon huffed, evidently finding my distrust displeasing. "That there would be a briefing. Nothing more. I just wanted to help..." ...Well that was an improvement over him kicking up a fuss.

I shrugged. "Thanks for getting everyone together, then. The chair's a nice touch, but unnecessary. If you want sit, then sit."

Fenek nodded, but ended up joining the rest, while I turned to address them, half wondering if I should have actually consulted Victor properly over what to tell them first. Doubtless, I would have to keep some details to myself, and I was very sure that some of them wouldn't be too happy about that...

Yup, I should really have consulted Victor before this..... But it was already way too late for that, considering that what I was now facing was best described as a rainbow coloured scaly hoard.

Seeing no other alternative, I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts, before starting. I outlined the whole plan briefly, leaving out as many details as I could, only mentioning that we would have to fake an escape and such. Since a good portion of the dragons were involved in defence, or were going to be, they would end up being caught up in the whole operation.

The whole thing was not only inherently dodgy, it was also ridiculously dangerous. Although we had blanks that could be used, the others had seen it fit to indent actual live rounds for the operation. Apparently the blanks made a noticeably different sound when they were being discharged as opposed to actual live rounds. The worry was that the dragons would be able to tell the difference....hence they decided to go ahead with actual live rounds.

As I ran through the general safety procedures, as well as the rough timetable, I realised way too late that the time scales used didn’t make sense to the dragons. However, there was not much I could do about it, and ended up just carrying on, emphasising on the order to aim over their heads.

Eventually, after spending about half an hour with the briefing as well as answering questions, I walked out of the barracks, already somewhat tired from deflecting questions all over the place. They didn't quite grasp the idea that it was not necessary for them to know all the details, but only the general plan.

Either way, the guard rotation schedule was already out, so I went to take a look, only to find that I had been rostered as the Guard Commander for the next day.....so much for resting and watching for once... I also noted the whole of the next week blocked out for me on Drak'rrth's request, probably for my training or something, though I had no idea what they wanted to train me to do.... It was not as if I couldn't fight...unless they were really bent on teaching me how to be a dragon, though a week seemed to be hardly enough for me to be taught anything.

However, as I looked through the schedule for the rest of the month, my heart sank. Every other week was blocked out. This wasn't a one off thing, obviously. Well, at least he was considerate enough to let me come back on alternate weeks...

However, I noted that Fenek was not rostered to go...

So much for having a rest. I would have to draw a vehicle to go to and fro too... Not to mention the fuel, which was something that we would have to discuss. Chances were that we would have to ask the magic proficient dragons to find a way to get more. though asking Flayme and co was out of the question, since they had other things to manage...

I ended up wandering back home for lunch, where everyone else was already waiting. I flopped down onto the chair heavily, causing it to creak alarmingly. I made a mental note to get it repaired.

Agenor glanced over from his spot at the table. "I take it that the briefing dragged?"

"You have no idea." I replied with a sigh, drinking from my bottle again. I half wished that it was beer, but it obviously was tea.

Agenor snorted and glanced at the other dragons at the table. "I was there. I'm sure you told us as much as you could... They'll understand in time."

I shrugged. "I do hope so. Transparency will cause more trouble than good here."

With that, lunch was served, and we all began eating. From the way Agenor and Silvera looked at each other, I reckoned that their little fling was getting quite serious. As much as I would have liked to, it was not appropriate to comment with the kids around, but I exchanged a knowing look with Fenek who grinned. He was growing up alright...

After lunch, I ended up telling stories about pre-war Singapore to the assembled dragons, as usual. They seemed to be extremely fascinated with the idea that an aeroplane could fly under its own power, Flayme especially, when I mentioned that no magic was involved. Atheros bombarded me with questions as usual, only to have the girls giggle at him and point out that he hadn't been listening during the lessons.

I couldn't help but smile. If anything, this bunch was really starting to resemble my family before the war... If only they could be around to have fun with the whole bunch of us....

...though I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if there had been a wife.....but then again, another half of me really didn't want to know.

At least I didn't have much on till the next day, since they wouldn't be briefing me again till after dinner, once everything had been finalised. I would need to pack soon, though, since I would be going of the next week.

I ended up asking Atheros, "Ey, what's life like on the other side of the line?"

"Line?" A cocked head and a confused expression.

"Council side. I'm apparently rostered to go over every other week for some training or something." I replied, sitting on the sofa with him, while Fenek and Flayme hovered close by. So much for privacy...

"Ah, that. I was wondering why they had entire weeks where they wrote that you were not around," He replied, shifting a little, "I honestly don't know how things are at the moment, Father, but if anything, they'll be far more conservative than you are, and your equipment will be treated with contempt and fear. Some of those who are not soldiers may even fear you. Your reputation in the Council's lands is.....quite bad."

I shrugged, "No big surprise there. Anything to look out for?"

"Bring things to trade with. They don't use coins like we do, Father. You should also speak properly..." He replied, though his volume dropped and he trailed off for the second bit.

"Barter huh. Alright, and I know about the talking thing. No one will understand me if I talk the way I do. I know, thanks for the heads up." I replied patting him on the shoulder. "Did they put you down for training?"

"Yes, but I don't understand why.... I can fire the rifle and hit the target, no?" He replied, puzzled.

"To improve, and to add more skills for you. Last I checked, you only have basic rifle proficiency. They're going to teach you advanced techniques, and things like hand to hand combat with the rifle." I replied, shrugging again, "If it helps, I have training in things like that too."

"But isn't the point of the weapon to hit the target?" He persisted, evidently not really wanting to go.

"Well, yes, but the size of the target is a factor, yes? Plus, what if you turn a corner and are confronted? Or if someone grabs your gun?" I replied, gesticulating for effect.

I ended up on the receiving end of a blank look. It was clear enough that he couldn't relate to what I was trying to point out. I didn't quite want to go to the range at the moment, so I couldn't quite demonstrate the target thing either.

After a long and awkward pause, I went to grab an empty rifle, and while holding it, asked Atheros to try and pull it out of my grip. I got a look that read 'This is ridiculous', but he complied.

Since he wasn't really suspecting anything, I jabbed him in the gut with the rifle muzzle, snatched the weapon out of his grip and brought the rifle butt slamming down towards his head, stopping around a centimetre short. I was also tempted to sweep his feet out from under him, but thought better of it.

Atheros, on the other hand, warbled in shock at my jabbing of his stomach, although I didn't apply much force, and ended up staring wide-eyed at the rifle butt.

I placed the weapon on the sofa and gave him a pointed look. “Trust me, go for the training. You'll learn to do that, and how to counter.”

I received a chastised nod.

“Relax. I'm not trying to scold you or whatever. I'm just showing you that there's much more to a rifle than just point and shoot, though you're a good shooter, I'll give you that.” I added, patting him on his back.

His expression brightened a little as he went off to his room. “I'll do my best, Father. I'll make you proud.”

I nodded as he went off, only to have Alanor plonk himself down next to me, on the sofa.

"Father, will I have to fight too?" If anything, he didn't seem too keen about it.

It took a while to assemble my response. I didn't want to sound like I was trying to imply anything. "Not if you don't want to. There are many other jobs out there."

Alanor seemed to consider that for a while before smiling. "That is good to know, Father. I do not wish to fight."

Leaning back, I draped my hand over his shoulder and asked, "So, what do you have in mind?"

He hesitated, while out of the corner of my eye, I noted that Atheros was watching from the staircase. Must have been something that had been going on for a while....

"I wish to run a shop, Father." he replied eventually in a small voice...

I shrugged."If you want to run a shop, I can;t stop you. Do you need any capital?"

He brightened up almost at once and flashed a smile.

I raised a finger. "One condition."

His face fell. I smirked. "Just a small thing. Let me show you how to defend yourself. That's all."

The next thing I knew, I was pulled into a hug by the jubilant dragon. "Thank you Father! I always thought that you would have forced me to fight! I will make you proud, I promise!"

I smiled and patted him on the back, feeling a rush of happiness for more or less the first time arguably since the war started. Yet at the same time, I felt a stab at my heart for my previous family, the one that I had lost during the war...

"Eh besides, its peacetime for now. Go take the chance. Get your planning done, kiddo." I added as he scampered off to bed, very obviously excited. I doubted if he would sleep, though.

Atheros himself shot me a smile before going up himself. I ended up bringing over some paper and doing up some more training schedules as well as lesson plans... I half-remembered needing to ask about bringing Fenek and probably Flayme with me for my 'lessons' or whatever they were calling them. The thing was that I didn't really want to go, but since this had been put down as part of the terms for the peace settlement, I didn't really have much of a choice. And to top it off, I had the whole saga to pull off the next day too... It was going to be a long day...
Resistance C49: Briefing
Long overdue, so I'll be posting this before I head off to camp. Not camp camp, but some first year camp thing lol. No army camp plox...

Previous chapter:  Resistance C48: PlanningResistance
Chapter 48: Planning
I ended up having dinner while still mostly half asleep, while mentally ironing out any flaws that I had in my plans. However, as usual, the moment I sat down, I ended up answering question after question about my past, and how life was like before the war.
After a bit of prodding here and there, I even managed to coax the dragons themselves to swap stories, giving me a general idea of where they came from and such. From what I managed to gather, they came from what probably was a parallel universe, where, of course, magic existed, though I had no idea if the sciences were the same since they mostly neglected to research into those subject matters. For reasons unknown, they decided to merge their side with ours, bringing along their magic and our technology, only to bring the present set of results. If anything, they seemed to fear technology.
Frankly, I didn't blame them. A glance at human history would show that most of our technology was rooted in mil

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Chapter 50: Saga
I woke to find myself slumped over the table, and the piece of paper not only covered in my drool, but also had a long line ending at where my right hand rested, still holding the pen. Must have fallen asleep halfway through writing up a lesson plan.
In front of me stood a very annoyed looking Fenek. "You're scheduled to be briefed now! Why have you not woken up? We must make haste!"
With that, I was unceremoniously hauled to my feet, and being still half asleep, I had one wing dragging on the floor together with my tail, while the other drooped off to one side, while I shook the sleep from my mind. "It that late already?"
"Obviously! Just because I slept early doesn't mean that you can work through the night!” Fenek glared at me in what was obviously not anger. “Just because I'm your Companion doesn't mean you can act as if you don't need to take care of yourself! It's hardly fair to me!"
I sighed and went to the toilet to wash up. "I get your p
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Journal Entry: Tue Apr 7, 2015, 6:58 AM


Eh, wanted to get that sad stuff off the front page.

Anyway, I've settled in more or less, having work piled on. Coping fine, but I don't write much anymore. Kinda expected. 

At least this time I can really say that I'm doing something that I want to do. It's interesting stuff and interesting times. 

One thing though, I really need to cook a larger variety of things... Omelettes only go so far haha. I'll figure it out.

Oh, I also fixed up some old ass sound system, so I have bass that shakes my table now xP

Eh, other than that, nothing much. Move along~

Tano'rath out.

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  • Mood: Euphoric
  • Listening to: Music
  • Reading: Notes
  • Watching: Lectures
  • Playing: Civ V
  • Eating: Omelette
  • Drinking: Water

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Faralk Featured By Owner May 8, 2015  New member
Hey, do you know riamorr? I want to be hes friend but I want to know what hes like
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Riamorr-Welenth Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey do you have Skype please? Just thought you'd be an interesting person to talk to, that's all.
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Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
yeah i do. ill note it to you
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Riamorr-Welenth Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. 
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Dregulk Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2015  New member
Do yous know riamor
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Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
well weve talked a little. why you ask?
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Dregulk Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2015  New member
Hes evil
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Riamorr-Welenth Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Ugh please don''t bother anyone else.
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Hurielhurielhurielhu Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2015  New member
What do you think of the english?
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Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
huh? you're going to need to be a little more specific.....oh deactivated acc.
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