I stopped describing myself as a feminist a long time ago.
I was a teenager, I reckon, or at the very most early twenties. This was, what, 1994? I looked around at the world and I said to myself "Yep, I'm not gonna call myself a feminist anymore. What I'm going to do instead is treat people how they should be treated. Treat everyone equally. I'm going to live as though equality has been achieved, because hey, that's what gonna happen. It's inevitable. In fact, it's almost here. We have six years left until the twenty-first century, for God's sake. Equality is a stone's throw away."
And that's what I thought.
We had come so far as a culture, as a world, and I could only see this continuing. I could only see gender equality in our future. I could only see a world where racism and homophobia had staggered off into the corner to die a quick, indifferent death. I could only see a world increasingly populated by young people with young ideas, with young attitudes. No more bigotry. No more extremism. The future was open and free, and it was a beautiful place to live.
In many ways, I was hopelessly naive. In other ways, I wasn't. I was practical. I was logical. This was the future.
But then the future changed.
I don't understand the world anymore. I don't understand why it is the way it is. So many countries and continents seem intent on going backwards. Anti-gay laws abound in Africa. America's red states are spreading, blissfully ignoring the achievements of one of their most successful presidents. Extremism is rampant throughout the world. People are scared. Nationalism is rising. Conservatism is taking over. Our politicians are actively lying to us and our police forces, who are meant to protect us, the people, have become an army of corporate thugs.
And gender equality? What the hell has happened there?
It's as if the tide has gone back out, and it's washed away all the promise and potential that I thought we had achieved. I think we had achieved it, mostly, but the problem was that it hadn't been secured, it hadn't been nailed down, and it didn't take much for that tide to take it all away from us.
There are words I never wanted to use in this blog. Chief amongst them is rape. So I do apologise to my younger readers here, I sincerely do. But rape culture is spreading. A girl goes out to a nightclub and she is practically guaranteed to be leered at and groped. This behaviour is seen as normal. It's seen as unexceptional. This is something girls steel themselves for because they know it's coming and there's nothing they can do about it.
It's everywhere. It's accepted. A football player imprisoned for rape is allowed to train back at his old club upon his release. He's allowed once again to take his place alongside a team of men that tens of thousands of young lads look up to. What does this say to those young lads who have yet to form their own opinions on what is and what is not acceptable when it comes to girls?
A so-called comedian bases his entire persona around rape culture. A "pick-up guru" tours the world teaching men how to score with women by overpowering them. GamerGate happens. Twitter abuse happens. #NotEveryMan happens. Understanding is shunted off to one side. Sensitivity and empathy are ejected in favour of instant offence and vitriolic reaction. But if they'd listen, if these offended men would just listen, they could maybe understand why women feel threatened. And next time they go to step into an elevator that just has one lone woman inside it, maybe they'll think again, and wait for the next one. Because is a little inconvenience really worth the risk of making another human being worry when you're alone together? Is your pride worth that?
When I was younger, I assumed the world would continue to improve. I was wrong. I assumed I could act as if everything was okay, because everything would eventually be okay. I was wrong there, too.
So, I am once again describing myself as a feminist. It's only a big deal to me, but then it only has to be a big deal to me. It's a personal acknowledgement that if I want to change the world, I have to fight for it.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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«Oldest ‹Older 3601 – 3800 of 4865 Newer› Newest»Emmarra: ... What is it?
I don't know. Money.
Emmarra: I mean the material... *her palm flashes green for a second* It... Can't be wood... But it feels like wood... Why would you turn a tree into this? Isn't it better... As a tree?
Well...Maybe. But a tree can be useful for lots of things.
Emmarra: ... Like what?
Tables chair paper pencils beds, loads.
Emmarra: "Paper"? What is "Paper"?
*pulls a piece of paper with a sigil doodle on it from hee pocket*
(sleepy)
Emmarra: ... You said this place was violent... But that's... That's a tree? Why would you do that? Why would you destroy a being which actually helps you? Which provides a home for animals? Trees do more for the world than most people ever do... And you turn them into white sheets of paper?
(You should go to sleep.)
...um...
Emmarra: ... How would you feel if the existence of you and your brothers and sisters saved the world every single day, then someone decided to slice you into pieces and use you to write on?
Also! Who's read Twelfth Night by Shakespeare?! If you have what actress do you think would play Maria?? I don't know many authors.
Let's see, Angelina Jolie, Jennifer Lawrence, Jennifer Lopez (wow, lots of Jennifers), Benedict Comberatch, and Martin Freeman. Oh and Matt Smith.
**actresses
And Idk where the also! Came from
(Hello? Is anyone still here?)
Hello Garrett.
(arghh)
(sorry, don't mean the argh thing)
(Hello Dug, how be you? *gives hug*)
*hugs*
I'm good. How are you?
(I'm confused with myself and i just don't know )
Hello.
Well.
Ok.
Um.
...
(hello Tia, how be you? *gives hug*)
Aww....
Ok...
Hi Tia
HI-Zaf
(I'll be alright soon, Dugg)
(Hey there Zaf, how be you? *gives you a hug*)
Ok, that's good.
*hugs*
😶
Nice pic, Dug.
Bored.-Zaf
Blake always has a solution to boredom, but people always seem to shy away at the mention of it.
Hey, guys. Not actually here, but-
If any of you are having a hard time, or trying to deal with crap, or just needs someone to talk to, please please please email me or tell us. Because in order for me/us to try to help, we need to know what's going on. That goes for everyone-don't worry that You don't know me well enough, or I won't care or your problems aren't big enough.
I love you all.
#StayStrongEm
(*hugs Dugg*)
(Hello Blake, how be you?)
Thanks Blake!!
I'M SO DARN OBSESSED I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT IT WAS AMAZING AND MALEFICENT IS JUST SO COOL AND I FELT LITERALLY EVERYTHING SHE FELT, I GRINNED MANIACALLY WHEN SHE PUT THE CURSE ON AURORA AND FELT BETRAYED WHEN STEPHEN TOOK HER WINGS AND BAH!
I be good, Gar. Tired and with a wrist that's as good as broken, but good.
You silly people and your "pain". Personally I have way to much fun to feel much of anything.
ARGH! I DONT KNOW HOW TO SATISFY MY OBSESSION! WITH SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT I CAME ON HERE AND READ THE BOOKS OVER AND OVER BUT I DON'T OWN THE MOVIE!!
Hi Elleni! 😀
(Email is kestrellestarre@gmail.com, forgot to add it oops)
And I am actually here apparently, don't know for how long though
Kicking your ass? I'm in for it, Blake. Well Loki and Zan are.-Zaf
Hello to everyone.
I don't feel like talking, actually.
Zaf, you were going to email me?
(Hello Kes, how be you? *hugs you* )
(what did you do to your wrist Blake?)
(Hello El, how be you? *gives hug* )
(the reason I'm hugging almost everyone is i need hugs)
(I spent all Sunday doing yard work and I believe it happened as I hit a rock while shoveling. In any event I can't twist it in any direction at all.)
Really? Those two again? The score stands me 2-0 them. I was hoping to have another shot with miss Grand Mage herself but if they're all I can get... Well. Better than attacking the trees.
Hey Tia, hey Garrett.
How are you?
Garrett, I'm okay. Angry(at myself mostly), but otherwise fine.
Has anyone seen Maleficent?!
Dugglyn, I have :)
(I'm average.
And I believe Tanya didn't lose against Blake.)
(That fight was never finished.)
ISN'T AMAZING AND ISN'T MALEFICENT TC SO AWESOME!?!?!?!
My cat is a spaz. I'm sitting a a tall chair and she just climbed up the back of it and jumped on my lap then jumped back in surprise. She barely ever even runs except to get food....
Elleni, for not checking on Em more often.
It's fine, I'm not good at staying angry, so it'll burn out in an hour or so.
Yeah, Dugglyn, I loved it! I adored the whole "true love's kiss comes doesn't have to be romantic" thing :)
(i feels you Kes (in the context of i know how you feel) )
(i see, Blake well just rest it and don't bugger it anymore than you have)
(no probs El)
Garrett, I should hope that's the context :P
I know!!! I totally guessed it but still, I love it.
Aurora annoyed me for a while
YES YOU DO ELLENI!!!!!!!
As do I, my mother's favorite Disney movie is Sleeping Beauty and her all time favorite villain ever is Malificent. So I assume I'll see it eventually.
Elleni, you totally totally should.
Dugglyn, really? I quite liked her
What I would truly love more than anything right now, is for someone to give me a hug and tell me I'm not a complete failure.
I grew to like her when Maleficent did, my emotions on the movie were extremely based on her.
SEE IT BLAKE!!!!!
MALEFICENT TC IS MORE AMAZING THAN YOU EVER COULD HAVE IMAGINE!!
But Gtg. Pie!
*hugs Annika* You are very definitely not a complete failure(or even a part of one). In fact, you're wonderful and fabulous and everything good :)
*hugs Kestrel*
Thank you, friend.
*hugs Clara*
You are not, in anyway a complete failure. You're more amazing than Maleficent!!!!!!!! 😁😁😁😁😁😁
*Doesn't really do hugs*
You're far from a failure. If I had to make a guess I'd say you're one of the more successful members of our strange little community. After all, it takes quite a bit to be such a majestic pirate and manager of a hotel like yours.
Of course. Any particular reason why you feel like a failure so I can tell you why you're wrong, or do you not want to talk about it?
I'd prefer not to discuss it, if it's all the same to you. It's just really, really nice to have several friends who all think I'm alright. I know that's a lot more than most people have.
*hugs Clars* you are not a complete failure, you are you,
you're what you've made yourself to be (a very awesome person)
But enough about my feelings!
*drags up a treasure chest from below deck*
I've brought presents!
Oh gosh, everyone, you're far too sweet. You deserve all of the good things in life.
Of course, Annika. And we think you're far more than alright *waggles eyebrows*
Ooh! Presents!
Brb
*happy laughing*
*opens the treasure chest*
As you might have been aware from my choice of hats for the past few days, I'm at Disneyworld. So, I decided to bring you these!
*begins unloading a lot of Disney souvenirs*
*and a lot of weird-looking neon fruit*
*Wonders where the people who were going to amuse him went*
*Also wonders what's in the chest*
*Maybe something that will help amuse him*
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand disappointment*
Been there, done that. I didn't get the t-shirt to prove it, so take my word.
Pardon me, Ms. Crowley, but I believe that I owe you one unwarranted appearance from thin air.
*gives everyone a pair of Mickey Ears*
These are for being my friends.
*gives everyone an oddly-colored fruit*
These are rare fruits from beyond the edge of the sea, and I'm giving them to you because I can't be caught with them or else I'll get arrested.
*gives everyone a dress of the Disney princess of their choice*
And these are because every little girl in Disneyworld was wearing one, so I thought you might want one too.
Goodness! Hullo, Sir. I think that's the second unwarranted appearance from thin air you've given me. I feel like I owe you one now.
*The shadows around Blake seem to become a bit more, ah, aggressive as a dress is presented to him*
Don't be silly, Ms. Crowley. Several weeks ago, you happened to mention my name in passing, and I was unable to catch you before you left. Thus, I was indebted to you, in the currency of appearances out of thin air.
If I am correct, this means that we are now at an even balance.
Oh, settle down, Blake-and-Blake's-shadows. Surely you have children who might want one, even if you don't?
Lira isn't even one yet, and I don't think it would suit Lucas very well.
Excellent. The debt has been settled.
*curtly shakes hands*
*looks at the dress and smiles with amusement*
thank you Clars but I'm a bloke *gives you the dress back*
(Hello Sir, how be you?)
*Nods professionally.*
While I was unable to bring you the girl, I suppose that hardly matters, at this point.
*looks a bit hurt*
Well . . . if you don't want it . . .
*returns it sadly to the treasure chest*
I suppose I'll just keep it here . . . all alone . . . in the bottom of this treasure chest . . .
*hugs Clara*
You're not a failure. You can trust me on that.
*huggles happily*
...
Chione might want it...
By the way what exactly are these fruits?
It doesn't matter at this point at all. In the end it doesn't matter if you suddenly appear or not. Appears, appeared, will appear.
[ROARS LOUDLY]
HELLO
THE TYRANNOSAURUS REX IS DISTANT
I'm sorry Clars but i can't wear a dress, but i will wear the ears because hey why not *puts on pair of ears*
They are the fruits of the Truffula tree.
Garrett, those ears look lovely. Though wearing them on top of your dark, hooded cloak does ruin the dramatic effect.
(Hello, Saurus.)
*Regards the sudden dinosaur with a look of mild interest*
I thought Ed was against bringing stuff like that back.
I know how to fix that *takes the hood down*
sorted *smiles*
thank you
*frowns, deep in thought*
. . . You know, Garrett, I don't believe I've ever seen you without your hood on.
Ah-ha! Elleni, and not I, must dedicate this page!
Greetings, Mr. Garret. As well as one can be expected to be.
I do suppose so, Ms. Crowley. At the end of the day, or the beginning, or even middle for that matter, the only difference between past and present is semantics.
I bet....Blake fears us.
Baaaaaaaack
Thank you so much, Annika! *twirls around in her Tiana dress*
Ah, Loki. Blake fears nothing.
Well, I suppose so. But still, some beginnings are more interesting than others. For instance, when I was a girl, I dreamt of standing in a room looking at a girl who was and was not myself, who stood looking at another girl, who also was and was not myself. My mother took this for a nightmare. I saw it as the beginning of a career in hotel management.
. . .
. . . Yes, it made more sense to me when I was a little girl.
Hello, Sir.
(I wish you all a good day/night! Take care!)
Oh, Elleni, you silly goose. I would say that you are, in fact, a little and wonderful thing.
(Hear hear!)
*hums a tune as Kestrel and Elleni dance on the deck of a pirate ship*
*really, there is no better place to dance*
Oh Elleni, there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Including incredibly nerdy in-jokes.
Tia...:( -Zaf
Come here, Blake, shall my sister and I end your life?
Every time someone decides to accept my gracious invitation for a friendly fight they say they're going to kill me, and yet here I stand as alive as the day I was born.
*He rolls his shoulders and cracks a few fingers, strolling towards the Asguardians*
You do remember the other two times, right?
*throws Blake down a bottomless well-lit pit*
*continues twirling*
*Pirates of the Carribean theme begins to play*
Brb again ugh
Greetings, Mr. Halcyon.
Now you're simply being cheeky, Ms. Crowley.
*raises hand*
Pardon my French, but Blake is easily the most badass man I've ever met.
The other two times...? Oh. Those.
Zanida: I-
Will fight.
Zanida: Certainly. *looks at Blake nervously*
*Pops up beside Tia*
The problem with having lots of lights is they cast lots of shadows.
*Walks off towards Loki and Zan once again*
Sir, have we ever had a conversation that didn't simply dissolve into being cheeky? Besides, I've been told that cheekiness is part of my charm.
Oh why thank you, miss Crowley. It's not often anyone actually says that out loud.
*Tuts.*
Now, now, Ms. Crowley, that's all well and good, but why retroactively deprive future men of the potential title?
Naturally, our conversations do tend to enter the zone designated as banter, but I tend to look at that as more of an elevation than a dissolution.
It's because they're too scared.
(No shadows if it's lit well enough. And it is. Enjoy the pit!)
*Smirks* So you do want to fight me?
Zanida: Loki!! I don't want to fight him!
You will do as your king commands, Zanida.
(has anyone got a good suggestions for sleeping?)
Well, Sir, it all depends on how you look at it. Some would consider banter a low form of wit, as it's only really enjoyed by those participating. Others would see it as a means to get in cheap shots.
(Gar switch off the phone.)
Hmm. Well, Garrett, I've found that sleeping is very difficult when writing comments on a blog.
(Perhaps not on their own, but by throwing me down there you're putting something in the way of the light and therefore creating a shadow. There is one quote to remember when dealing with me.
The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes.)
Blake, did you steal that quote from the first Kingdom Hearts game?
(Cheap shots are all some of us can do.
Not speaking for myself, of course...)
Well, seems the first move is going to be mine.
*A dozen tendrils rise up behind him, two of which shoot forward at his opponents*
I say leave cheap shots to the bartenders.
I'm still on here because I'm just not tired,
but if i do disappear its because tiredness has finally happened)
(Why yes, yes I did! :D
I wasn't aware anyone else here was a fan of the series my god you've gained so many points.)
Indeed, the esteemed Ms. Crowley, but I doubt that I am alone in finding badinage an exceptional way to exercise the mind.
If one's shots are cheap, I would recommend switching to a different brand of vodka.
(You're falling down a pit with blinding lights from everywhere. No shadows can form.)
*tallies up the points on my Blake Points calculator*
*I now have a total of twelve points*
Hurrah.
(Try a good twelve hundred, any fan of the Kingdom Hearts games is a very close friend of mine.)
(And you're doing a majestic job of keeping the local taverns going, Pirate Crowley.
:P)
*eyes widen*
*very quietly goes and checks the dictionary*
*returns, eyes downcast*
*mumbles* Badinage. That's a good word.
*coughs*
*straightens vest*
A word that I already knew, of course. And I agree completely. Badinage an excellent exercise.
(Actually Ellie I find myself passing out while using an electronic device all the time.)
(I know, Elleni. Thanks for the reminder though.)
My dear Tia, was that a slur about my drinking habits? I'll have you know that none of my shots are cheap.
*snaps fingers*
I'm unsure as to whether or not I ship Annika and Sir.
On the one hand, you would make a gret couple.
On the other, you're much more amusing to watch as friends.
(You make an excellent point, Kes.
*Ponders*)
Imaginably, Ms. Crowley. Then again, I suppose that the imagination can stretch as far as the mind during a good bout of repartee.
(Of course. A drinker must have standards.)
*great
((Kes is getting. very excited at the prospect of cheap shots, she's still mad at herself for changing the other day))
*The Asgardian's vanish, appearing away from him* Catch us! *sends a dagger at Blake
(I am happy to have Annika/Sir the way I've always seen them - friends.)
*The dagger is lost in a swirling mass of shadows*
I thought we were fighting, not playing tag.
*The tendrils lash out around him, kicking up a cloud of dust as they tear up the ground in a flurry of strikes*
Tia, yeah, I think that's what I'm going with too.
A good repartee should utilize the mind for the witty comebacks, the imagination for the colorful insults, and the physical body for the sword fight that usually happens when things go too far.
(*Tends to skip steps one and two seems as he's much better at the third*)
If the mind is utilised correctly, however, it becomes unnecessary for things to degenerate into a physical duel.
(There's no way I can compete with you guys, but I'm damn well going to try)
They'll be blasting off soon enough, Ellie.
Speaking of Team Rocket, I once saw a video of a wedding where the vows were based on the Team Rocket motto.
*hugs Elleni*
That's probably the best metaphor I've ever heard
Indeed, and, if one is utilizing the traditional checklist, a chandelier to swing upon, a table, with a banquet attached, to duel upon, and a conveniently placed family sword upon a mantle, perfectly located for the inevitable disarm.
After all, what self-respecting traditional repartee would not end in a sword fight? The committee is very strict upon such topics.
*insert witty joke about rockets, along with a reference to the Apollo mission and a quote from a space sci-fi film from the last five years*
That, Anni, is amazing.
I absolutely agree, although none of our debates have ever ended in a sword fight. Perhaps it's because we lack the chandelier, table, banquet, etc.
Yeah, I get it. -_-
Or, perhaps, it is because you respect each other enough to allow them to retain a differing opinion from your own?
Indeed, though Blogland seems to accommodate for dramatic necessities.
*huggles Elleni*
Bye :(
[Temporarily pauses the dinosaurness]
Tia, please try to take care of yourself.
[isn't sure there's anything I can say about sleep that I haven't already]
Yeah...
Zanida: *sends blue flames at Blake* We are fighting.
. . .
*warily eyes Sir to see if he's going to conjure up some dueling tropes*
(Good night, Elleni.
And I must go as well. Good dreams to you all.
Even you, Saurus. Even you.)
Goodnight, Tia and Elleni.
Bye Tia! *huggles*
If I at all get snippy at anyone this week I deeply apologize, its tech week aka week of dark circles under eyes.-Zaf
I understand, Zafira. I honestly cannot remember what my eyes look like without dark circles under them.
*The gentleman in question lets out a whistle of the most innocent variety.*
*A whistle so pure, so inconspicuous that those who catch it can scarcely believe that they even heard a whistle in the first place.*
*Naturally, this fairly clearly conveys that there is a chandelier, dining table, and mantle-place stashed in a nearby tree.*
Ms. LeStarre, that would be a most excellent theory, were it not for the fact that I can scarcely recall a time in which Ms. Crowley and I were out of accordance.
Sir, would that not render it difficult for a debate to escalate to a duel? Forgive me if I am wrong, but competitions of that sort usually occur between two disagreeing parties
What Sir says is absolutely true, Kestrel.
*casually leans against tree*
Sir and I rarely disagree on anything. Isn't-
*casually sets up banquet table*
That-
*casually hangs chandelier*
*somehow*
Nice?
*walks away from the mantle-piece, brushing off hands as if after a hard day's work*
*He leaps out of the dust to the right of the fire*
And who ever said smokescreens are useless?
*His right arm, which he uses to grab Zanida by the head and throw her to the groud, is encased in an armored exo-skeleton of shadows so as to prevent any burns*
Good night, Ms. Jazzlyn and Mr. Halcyon. Sleep well.
*He inconspicuously lights the banquet table's candles.*
Normally, Ms. LeStarre, I would say indubitably, but in this case, a duel symbolizes my utmost respect for Ms. Crowley. After all, can one soul truly know another until the two have crossed swords, or sword-like objects?
*He quietly loosens the knot on the chandelier, the better for dramatically flying upward with.*
Well, most probably. But it is far more exciting, in a duel.
*The mantle-piece seems fine, and he gives it an approving nod.*
I suppose that is true-or at least true enough that I cannot offer a convincing argument in opposition. Is there, however, no other way? The possibility of an injury is simply quite high, you see.
Zanida: Seriously? *breaks away from Blake before he can throw her to the ground*
Forget it, Zanida. He's too cowardly to fight us. Any decent opponment would not have....used armour so conviently impervious to your ability.
It's true. And it would be irresponsible not to show my respect for Sir by crossing swords with him. Especially since I am currently a pirate.
*draws twin cutlasses from belt*
*squints at one of them*
Oh, this one's dirty.
It would be unladylike to fight with that one. Better throw it away . . .
*casually tosses it over shoulder, at Sir's feet*
Forgive me, Annika, the fact that you were a pirate had momentarily slipped my mind. Please, carry on.
Come now, Ms. LeStarre, when has someone ever been injured in a duel?
...
Quite often, now that I think about it.
Well, c'est la vie.
*He inconspicuously picks up the sword between his thumb and forefinger, squinting accusingly at it.*
I observe that you spared no expense, Ms. Crowley.
*doesn't spare that remark a response*
That is what we call an intelligent attack, Loki. I know she can set herself on fire so I took precautions. *sighs* If you're really going to chicken out because I fight smart then I don't know why I bothered with you in the first place. Go find me someone who can actually fight back.
*The tendrils of shadow change into a comfortable looking chair in which he reclines with a disgruntled expression*
Oh, don't be a snob, Sir. Pirates are rarely rich. Why do you think they become pirates?
*twirls sword in right hand*
Shall we begin?
Ms. Crowley, what was holding you under the impression that we had not already begun?
*The gentleman in question raises his sword in turn, in his left hand.*
(Ooh, opposite hands, this should be interesting.)
*frowns*
. . . Fair enough.
*leaps forward, blade flashing toward Sir's sword for a disarmament*
*He takes a quick step to one side, keeping his sword up as he carefully studies Ms. Crowley.*
How is that even fair?
Zanida: Its called we're too busy to-
Blake. I think it is best I say that you should move.
Zanida: Dark Elf.
*Flutters down between Loki, Zanida and Blake. Looks at all of them with frightened eyes. Starts to preen her feathers, yet keeping an eye on the fighters*
Zanida: *holds hand out to the dove* A bird....
*compensates for Sir's movement immediately and begins to force him backwards, towards the table*
*has a powerful offense, but is lacking defensive skills*
*Flies onto Zanida's outstretched hand. Rubs her beak against her finger*
*Remaining on the defensive, he complies with Ms. Crowley's direction.*
*Fairly soon, he finds himself with his back to the table.*
*Keeping his right hand steady on the table, he suddenly feigns a lunge at Ms. Crowley...*
*And ceases half-way through, turning and vaulting up onto the table, blade at the ready.*
Zanida: *gently pets the dove with her free hand* Pretty bird. *smiles* When I married Thor, a dove landing on his hammer.
The self proclaimed God of Lies is going to lecture me about being fair?
*Watches the dove, immediately recognizing it*
Hello again, what are you doing all by yourself..?
*a moment of surprise*
*but recovers quickly*
*continues to clash blades with Sir*
*is about to leap onto the table*
*instead, grips the tablecloth with left hand and rips it out from under Sir*
Hello, Dove!
(Guess who's finally catching up with Little Town Of Dour!
Me. It's me.)
((*steam rolls in*))
(Why thank you, Kestrel-my-Kestrel.
And hullo, Snow.)
*Continues preening until she hears Blake's voice. Turns her head in his direction then flies onto his shoulder*
I never said you had to be fair. *eyes his sister* Zanida, keep the sceptre on you. *vanishes*
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