Peredhil

Intense, raw. the denial of caring thanks for sharing.

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Cheers and applauds

Peredhil consoles Imposter who cleverly diverted attention away from the fact he'd answered it so clearly. There are bookkeepers but no libraries in the Land of Doubles, which I find to be a trouble There are preeminent Hollywood stars but no galaxies in the Land of Doubles, but you won't need to look through the telescope of Hubble. There are patterns in the Land of Doubles, but no sewing at all There is no spring in the Land of Doubles, but definitely there is fall.

Peredhil ducks in and welcomes most warmly Aldeen. The drinks will be on my tab - he's here as a guest I'd not charge him a geld, at my bequest He'll post his fine works; you'll all soon see why I've invited him hither, sheer talent this guy.

Awwww. So Coote! I wish one of my G'mas was still alive.

Depending on what's inside the person, it's not too fun for me to feel their innards either. One reason I encourage people to love and grow - makes them so much easier to be around...

Peredhil enters and sips deeply of the poem Unlike the rest so far, I see a loving and painful tribute to the brave astronauts of the Columbia disaster. A reminder of the Icarus hope that makes hearts beat when they see a bird fly by - and that makes some want to follow. Thank you for your stirring reminder of the spirit that drives the Space Program. -Peredhil

Ouch. Since I tend to feel others innards more strongly than my own, I have trouble being judgemental enough to write a poem like this. I can imagine that it's very cathartic though.

snickers I liek it! wait! grrr...

As Wyvern backs up to rush and force the door (again. It'd sounded like such a BARGAIN), Peredhil strode by, lightly touched the door with a murmured thanks, and passed inside with Melba's lunch. Wyvern quickly rushed the door! Only to have it slam in his snout. speech deleted - family site

sweet and tender - good job Kender.

Peredhil started as he felt a psychic slam. Could be so many around here, coming or going. Not Yui-chan. She was a whisper of velvet night across his senses, a shadow more felt than seen in his Ring. Not Ozymandias. His monuments still stood, but the King was not yet seen. Not Valdar or Astralis, although they're rapier thrusts of power poked in to visit now and then. Tzimfemme? Rydia? Rosemarie? Befuddled as he was, this didn't have the distinctive twist of any of them. Minta was a fire engine of nether energy's innocence, leaving chaos eddies where ever she went. The feel was raw power, brutal in its subtle overtones, arrogant in its power. He recalls the Planeswalkers of his 23rd incarnation and sighed. Zadown. Please don't let someone have messed with Zadown. His immense power graces the Pen with its rare stories and underpinned certain contructs. Peredhil set off to investigate. The Shadow dance with the Bird continued apace. The Bird dodged desparately with consumate grace. The Shadow was limited by sources of light and darkness interlaced, straining against the physical impossiblities, hungering... The Bird flailed unable to unfurl, cramped in the confines of forgetten relics and antiques. The room remained sealed in concrete stone and concrete spirits and concrete powers balanced in check. "Hey Lil Rune," Guido greeted the tiny demoness. "Hi Guido," Rune looked up and batted her eyes shyly, "New suit?" Guildo adjusted his wide lapel carefully. "Youse like? Da Boss t'ot I was wearin' hole in da joints of da old one." "it's bootiful," she assured him gravely. "I'm lookin for Per'dil cause he's lookin' for the Bird but he was a bird then he coughed smoke and he put his hand under my foot but I moved it and we need to find a room." Guido blinked. "Da Boss went ta check on sumthin Hon'. Youse need some muscle for backup?" he looked hopefully. "NO!" said Josh, desparate to assert some type of control over HIS quest. The idea of a 6'7" Guinea Pig in a black zoot suit with an ash grey fedora and obvious weapon bulges did NOT suit his idea of a proper quest. "Youse loss," shrugged Guido with a ripple of lightly fatted muscle. "Onna da boys, El' or 'Dan might know where da Boss went. I don't. Wait, 'Dan's still at da old place, wit' his paint thinner." Guido shuddered slightly at the thought of Peredhil's son Elladan. They'd all moved just in time. When Elladan found out they'd moved, he hoped he'd have a sense of humor about it. The Questing Pair continued looking...

oh! oh! I know! I know! Hanna is the professional side of the house, the steely-eyed Administrator that hosts lotsa stuff. She wouldn't abuse her powers like that. Rune will have to wait until she's an Initiate to read this. Although I'll cut-n-paste it to her so she'll know how wonderful she is. -P

Snickers. I get these nifty ideas for a story, then they end up writing themselves the direction they want to go. Half of my stuff is unprintable.

Laughs in delight. the dynamic duo graces us again.

You are so good your positively scary... Why do I get the feeling, if we were to spend time together in Real Life, there would be two smiling bodies as we built and reenforced each other's fantasies?

I figured as long as you can post, you were venting. It's just it was so well done... I got this jab in my stomach. Hence the ouch. I hope your Muse gives you light to go with your dark.

but I like your stuff! but it's Rude to argue with the author. erm. It sounds wrong to say 'I like your crap...'

ouch!

I do note, that Rune doesn't have access to this chamber, as she isn't a member...

barge in! barge in! I think Rune's idea was just like she said in her first post (or at least, that's how I took it,) anyone can move it forward, just try not to jump too much. I really like the freedom she built in - just post without spelling/grammar checks. Brainstorming anyone?

wrestles despairingly with his Writer's Block.

Nice imagery. intense warning. Don't underestimate the power of one person to make a change...

Rune thought to herself, "Kipi! This old guy either goes too fast or too slow." With an appraising look at his limping form, she led him to the kitchen. He had a pained look and stomped his feet trying to get the needles and pins feeling to pass. "We need food and stuff for our adventure!" "Just show me the way to the catacombs." Rune popped out of a cupboard, covered in flour, to reply, "I wanna see the mysterious death thingie!" "But it might get you, I wouldn't want to see you hurt." "Naw," Rune descended from an upper cupboard with a pineapple and three raisins, "if you just run slower than I do, I'll be fine."