Thought Matters

*Nico, metaphorically speaking, pokes Grey and ponders Anke's plans for him.

You know, looking at what she's written and planned for Thought Matters, and the way she treats Gabriel, and now that new one, one could get the idea our author likes picking on her male characters.

I noticed. And you forgot the storytelling she's working on.
To be fair: Xan isn't particularly happy, either.

Laffent, want to talk about your author's plans, or rather hope it won't happen?

My head hurts just from trying to choose a he or she word, but anyway. My author seems to think throwing me into instant drama and commotion might give my author a better grasp of my personality. *curses darkly*

Speaking of prejudice, I suspect the canine characters of my stable have the easiest time of it. And then there's that catlike spy bloke, who seems to prove the opposite's true too.

What have you heard?!

Um, don't you... I... I thought you knew. Maybe I shouldn't say anything.

'ere. S'm thing. Throw me inna mess. *sways*

Hava drink! *offers Laffent a bottle of beer. Has another. apparently had a couple before, too*

Let's be friends!

I'd raaaaather be friends w'summon lookin' sscary 's you...

Laffent: I make a point of never turning down the offer of a friend. Cheers. *downs a gulp* Oh, barley beer. Posh. But if you really want scary, talk to my granny.

Weft: Fent! What have you heard about my future?

Laffent: Um...

Suitov: Weft, you're not being curious are you?

Weft: *twitch* No! ...yes.

Laffent: But our author tells us all our futures if we opt in when our author creates us. So you must've said no.

Weft: Um...

Laffent: Well?

Weft: Can't a goddess avatar change his mind?

Suitov: Do you want to know what happens?

Weft: Y....es.

Laffent and Suitov: When y--

Weft: I mean no! *flustered*

Suitov: I see. So, Ferrl, care to introduce me to your new friend?

Laffent: Sure. Boss, this is beer. And some crazy bloke dressed in grey. *slaps Grey on the shoulders... gently-ish*

*Grey falls over and passes out, dropping his bottle, unless someone's quick to catch it.

(Nico, grinning: I think he had a bit too much; better let him sleep it off... *drags him out of the way*)

[Anke, who has started reading An Ivory Tale, wonders if Mutt is actually Caedaren...]

Daaren, is he one of your friends?

[Mutt would possibly take offence at that remark if de knew what it meant! XD]

Never met him.

[They just seem to take delight to hinting something might be revealed soon, to make everyone listen interestedly, from what little I have read so far...]

Know what annoys me? Being known exclusively as the "comfort" half of "hurt/comfort". I mean, do people look at me and see a walking compendium of cure and buff spells? Do you see a mitre on my bonce?

*sigh*

I know, I know; I'm not claiming they're wrong, just that they're too limited.

I bet that will get better in time; you made some rather nice rants here, for example.

(If you could look out of the screen right now, you could see Daaren holding Anke by the collar of her sweater away from the keyboard while Nico is typing, to stop their author from typing up a lenghty explanation of DSA clerics.)