Ayshela

nnooooooooo.. and usually, the things i miss *are* rather simple.. :-\ trying to determine which one from the wealth of possibilities takes narrowing. *shrug* never claimed to be intelligent. O_o

*laughs* i haven't yet.. O_o

hey, you're welcome! caught the first hour, and the main thing i noticed is that when you speak you're VERY hard to hear! great music, though! =)

'ey Lumpen, actually happened to be awake again for a bit of it.. very cool! dunno how much longer it'll be before i fall out of my chair asleep here, though.

Ayshela stood by the refreshments table trying to figure which was the least noxious of the drinks available, when she heard a heartrending wail of pain and felt a jolt to her stomach.. Kaitlyn! Curse that Xaious! Clasping her bracelet to find Kaitlyn instantly, she turned that direction - and then was pulled another direction entirely? Curious. Xaious must have been up to something again. Following the tug of the bracelet she came up to Kaitlyn and Xaious over by the Gwerry-go-round. Pulling Kaitlyn loose, she checked her hand and noticed with relief that it had healed, with a trace of Peredhil's particular brand of comfort and healing about it. Murmuring a heartfelt "thank you", knowing he would hear and understand, she turned her full attention back to Kaitlyn and what to do with, and about, her. Thinking quickly, she said "Tell you what, Kaitlyn. I need to talk to Xaious, so for the next few minutes, will you see if you can find a chocolate ivy, for me?" She watched Kaitlyn scamper off, then turned toward Xaious. There must have been a hint of flames in her normally gold-flecked olive eyes, because Xaious's eyes widened and he took one involuntary step backwards as she turned the full force of her glare on him. He stuttered for a moment "I'm sorry, I didn't mean - I forgot they were there!" Ayshela simply looked at him for a moment. She took one step closer, looked up at him, and said slowly and clearly in tones of sheerest ice, "You are fortunate there was no lasting harm done. Had you hurt her i'd have been forced to kill you, and scattering your component atoms from here to the edge of eternity would be a nuisance in the middle of a party. If she *ever* comes to harm at your hands, intentionally or through negligence, you won't live long enough for the bleeding to stop." Feeling flames growing around her, Ayshela took a deep breath and turned away to see what Kaitlyn had gotten into now. Seeing her with Jirah she stopped and watched closely.. she didn't want to keep Kaitlyn from getting to know these people, but this wasn't exactly optimal circumstances. Sighing deeply and balancing priorities, she decided to just watch for right now. Scanning the crowd she was pleasantly surprised to see Wrenwind's beautifully curled and very active hairstyle shifting from one arrangement to another yet always looking stylish and flattering. Seeing a butterfly land on a curl she looked around for Annael, and waved a glad greeting to her. Turning back she saw Minta scramble down and head toward Kaitlyn and Jirah while Rydia strode intently toward the restroom. She heard a very commonplace sort of commotion over behind her, and turned in time to see the troll bouncers surrounding Wyvern and threatening him. She might have been a bit concerned were it not such a commonplace event, though she did wonder a bit when he was being dangled over the mutant pirhana platter. Murmuring to herself she threw a snare at the pirhana so that if the worst happened Wyvern would have a chance to get away. A tousled-haired Sorciere appeared, and as Ayshela was just deciding to go talk with her, she noticed Tzimfemme discussing the latest underwear acquisition with Jirah. Now *this* should be fun! Ayshela giggled quietly and settled back to watch.

=( how rude of it!

Ayshela continued scanning the rooftop, even while dispatching yet another zombie. There had to be *some* way to stem the tide, because they were all in danger of running out of strength... Grabbing the next zombie to come within reach she spun quickly and hurled him toward the edge of the roof, knocking a couple more over the edge, yet knowing that it was but a momentary slowdown - they'd be back. Whatever the plan was - and her head jerked back toward Yui at hearing a rising hum. Her eyes widened as she saw the motions of Yui's hands, then her attention was snapped back to the business at *her* hands and all focus returned to battle. The deepest, most hidden facets of her shrieked that she was going to die, and this was NOT what she'd bargained on! Then, with a sudden feral grin she swung back into full battle mode knowing that whatever happened, if she died now it would be in defense of those here, and what better way to go? She worked her way back over toward Daryl, knowing that the two of them together stood a better chance of blocking access to Yui and Salinye and the others. Besides, she'd hate to see anything happen to Daryl, and the urge to keep him within her scan range would not be denied. They effectively kept their section of the roof as clear as possible, while Jirah dispatched his full quota of undead elsewhere and Merelas put his efforts toward protecting the circle as well. Suddenly, Ayshela felt as if someone called her, and felt a strong draw of strength which she only barely managed to not interfere with, knowing it HAD to be Yui. As she poised herself to attack again, she was stunned by a blast of.. sound? music? power, certainly, roaring through her on its way to - where? She couldn't say, she couldn't hear, there was nothing beyond the recognition of what it was and the deepest screams of inarguable belief and utter despair battering against her skull seeking a way out... and then it was gone. Ayshela stood for a second or two, blinking in confusion, before falling to hands and knees. She shook her head briefly, as if somehow things would shake into a recognizable pattern, then sat back on her heels to look around her. Seeing nothing but her companions, all else blasted into non-existence, she laughed semi-hysterically for a half a moment before choking it off. She stood and looked around again, noting the exhaustion of nearly everyone on the roof, and Ozymandias still down on the grounds. Meeting Jirah's eyes she nodded her head toward the others and asked "you helping them down from here?" At his affirmative nod she smiled and leaped back toward the rope to go help Ozymandias back into the hostel... her heart suddenly singing "they were wrong, they were wrong, you still stand -" She stopped halfway down the rope hearing Salinye's laughter and shrieks and debated going back up, but decided against it. There were enough people there to deal with whatever was going on, while there was still one alone on the grounds, so her course was clear. She continued down the rope.

Ayshela folds back her pants legs and slides into her steel-toed engineer's boots before grabbing her coffee cup on the way to the door and yet another jam packed Friday. The broad smile seems out of place, schedule considered, but the murmured words left lingering behind her seem some way to explain it all: Happy Friday

happy birthday and congratulations!

i'll be closing this out on Monday, for those who still wish to participate in this round.

lessee.. and we're GMT-8 here which is.. what.. 3-5am pacific time? i might still be up then, but whether i'd be at my computer gods only know.. hrmm. will give it a shot but i can't make any promises. thanks for the heads up though, and best of luck!

/me puts on her mom-germ-barrier and huggles Salinye thoroughly then sinks into a dark quiet corner and joins the party with her aching head

**POUNCES** Falcon and *huggles* him thoroughly! Happy happy birthday! Ayshela darts off out the door and wheels in a GENORMOUS cake with thirteen colours of frosting and six different types of punch, and says sheepishly "sorry about that, the kitchen crew got kinda carried away...

Ayshela comes in bent and grey, and begins speaking in her very best booming voice: Alright kids, here's the deal! her voice suddenly cracks and she begins gasping and wheezing.. Oh goodness, that'll never do! Well, anyway, shall we just get on with it? The official Next Round of Mighty Pen Mad-Libs is now open! The story selection this time doesn't include a lot of description, but there's enough action to make it a lot of fun nonetheless. So, without further ado, the list for this time: 1. Noun 2. Verb (past tense) 3. Plural noun 4. Verb (past tense) 5. Noun 6. Adverb 7. Verb (past tense) 8. Noun 9. Verb (past tense) 10. Unit of time 11. Verb 12. Verb 13. Noun

you might check with Finnius. Depending on the quality of care he received after talking with Orlan's pants in the shoutbox, he may be able to recommend someone. };>

ohno.. that's utterly tragic!!! *said in all seriousness*

plotting and scheming, mad libs will be making a return appearance. Coming soon, to a Cabaret Room near you! Get your tickets now! =)

*steps out of parent mode for a moment* LOL well, as long as it was worth it, i suppose! LOL *ahem* *steps back into Ayshela mode* *huggles purple_shadows thoroughly* endure, hon, and we'll be here to gleefully welcome you back.

wow. wonderfully descriptive, and elegantly conveyed. welcome!

Best wishes to you and your endeavors, Deg.

*nods* makes all kinds of sense to have that added, to me.

Ayshela realizes that, being all too prone to human error herself, and current circumstances being what they are, that she cannot even speak to this. That being the case, she can but sit quietly and offer her support.

very nice imagery through this - and i agree wholeheartedly about the last line. While i see your intent with it, it really doesn't fit. Unfortunately, at the moment i haven't any better suggestion. Of course, that leads to the question of what do you ultimately want to DO with that last line? Do you want simply to indicate your dissatisfaction or displeasure with the state of things? Is this something you actively wish to change and want to indicate that? Maybe you really like this and are unwilling to change it? *shrug* Where do you want to *go* with it? That will affect how you rewrite it. One question, though, also in the last stanza: do you mean "I'm weaker of heart" here? "a weaker" seems incomplete, though it fits your rhythm well.

Lost is akin to finding yourself completely off the map you hold, with not the faintest idea where you are, how you got there, or how to get either where you were or where you want to be. Also known as a day in my life. =) When i'm overwhelmed i feel as if i'm standing on a spinning platform juggling knives as random people from the crowd are throwing me a bottle, a scarf, a bowling pin, a feather duster, a ruler - all of which must be caught and worked into my ever expanding circle of things i must keep in the air, or catch with a foot and kick back up where i can catch it once again and keep it moving, all the while hoping i don't slice my foot open while trying not to drop anything.

half awake yet so can't give this what you i'd like to, yet. however, line two stopped me cold. "one both untraveled" - one? both? which? neither? *blink*