Gawddamn teenage politics...

Gyeh. I can't wait for the day when my brother moves out - and it likely will be before I do, 'cause I don't think he'll be able to stand my parents as long as I will. It will be a day for rejoicing when he does.

Going to have a semi-busy week, as far as I can tell. Only have two shifts of work, unfortunately (no money is not good, and textbooks for uni set me back tons), but there's a shindig at the beach Thurs., and I'm trying to convince my mom to take me down to the PNE sometime in the week. Haven't been there on a day of fun since... Oh, whenever Weird Al was in town playing a concert a few years ago.

And in the meantime, I'll RP. ^^ Aireth's flight is just about finished, so that'll be out of the way... Geh, I'm going to have to stretch my resources to figure out more dragon names for the Clutch. >_> Oh well.

Went outside for a little bit, just to watch the clouds and spots of rain. It smells like the beginning of fall, and that's both wonderful and depressing at the same time. ^^; Depressing as it means school-time, and wonderful, because fall is a very nice time of year, and leads to winter, which means snow. Hopefully we'll have more snow this year than we did the last...

Strange, though. I always look forward to the changing of the seasons, when things switch over in their gloriousness, thinking that it possibly couldn't get any better than the coming spring/summer/whatever, but about halfway through the season, I can't wait for the next to arrive. ^^; Funny business, our axial tilt...

Oooo!

Quick amendment to that last post; found something that was too perfect for words. ^^

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Your Perfect Bishounen by taka
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Almost a year, hee. I wonder what he stole from me, aside from my heart? I surely wouldn't dump HIM for such a silly reason... *teehee*

A Tribute

A scattering of flashing images, seemingly connected, but she couldn't really tell. A feeling of foreboding, of anger, of wanting to hurt that one in the tall black cloak... She had no idea who he was, but she could tell - felt it - that he had wronged her somehow.
A flash of light, almost like a spear... Or sword?
"NO!"
"I'll get him!"
"He's too fast!"
"...Murderer..."
The world turned to red - blood? - and then black, nothingness, worse than even between. She was falling... Where were her wings? Her other half? Who could save her, how could she escape?

"...Mine?"
With a gasp, Luka awoke. She looked around wildly for a moment, the blackness of the dream disappating before her eyes, a small residue of pain tingling through her torso. Things were so fuzzy.... Was the dream not over?
A sudden movement caught her eye as a helpful, white pair of wings pushed her glasses back onto her nose. The world fell back into focus, and she blinked down for a moment at the tiny white firelizard. "...Boro, thank you..." she sighed, falling back into the chair in which she had fallen asleep.
"Are you alright, Mine? You looked like you were having a nightmare, twitching, and your thoughts were all jumbled..." Choth's worried voice broadcasted to her, as his large brown snout poked at her side, eyes whirling orange in alarm.
Luka shook her head. "A nightmare... I guess that could explain it," she said, closing her eyes. The images flashed before her mind again, and she shuddered involuntarily. "Something's happened, I think, but I don't know what."
"Do you need to go see a Healer?" the dragon asked, his mind-voice quite worried. Boro fluttered forwards, chirruping anxiously, nuzzling against her shoulder.
The girl-mechanic managed a smile, and shook her head, smoothing back her brown hair a little. "I'll be fine, I think... Thank you for waking me." She gave Boro a little pat on the head, and looked down at the table at which she had fallen asleep - her wrench was still attached to a bolt of her latest project, a metallic creature that would hopefully come to life someday. She frowned a little, biting her lip a tad. There was a feeling of loss, like something close to her had been extinguished, but she couldn't begin to figure out why. "...I think I'm gonna go for a walk up on the sea-cliffs to clear my head, guys. I'll be back in a bit." She rose from the chair, gently putting Boro down on the desk, and walked out of her weyr, taking her largest wrench with her on a sudden impulse.
Choth watched her go, confusion and a little bit of alarm still evident in his whirling eyes, but shrugged draconishly, retreating to his stone couch and curling his brown tail about his large body.

Her arms folded and frowning, Luka contemplated the strange dream as she traversed the gravel path up to the cliffs. The Weyr was settling down for the day, the sun beginning to dip closer and closer towards the horizon, shining off of the waves of the Southern ocean. Amidst the fire of the setting sun and wispy clouds, Luka could think - but the harder she tried to think about what the nightmare meant, the more the answer eluded her. "Really quite strange..." she said thoughtfully, cresting the stretch of the path onto the point, overlooking the ocean. "Something's missing. But what?" She shook her head, the sunlight glinting off her glasses. The voices she had heard in the dream weren't like any of her friends, no one that she knew of. There was no logical way to explain what she was feeling - and, unfortunately, she couldn't really think any way but logically.
Sitting down on the point, she stared out at the sea and the fires in the sky, lying her wrench across her lap - and then blinked. A sudden impulse overtook her, and she scooted forwards on her knees, laying the giant tool beside her as she set to work.

Later on that night, long after Luka had returned to the cozyness of her room and the company of her dragon and flits, the moon and stars shone brightly down on the point, starlight glinting off of a new monument that stood there. As the wind whispered around the edges of the giant wrench, standing tall, almost like a headstone, the voices of a long-past conversation seemed to echo through the night.
"What's up?"
"I just remembered! We never DID recover your Dad's treasure!"
"You're right, we forgot all about it! ...But I think it's okay. My father wouldn't want me to stop helping my friends just to recover whatever he buried."
"But... But..."
"Oh, don't worry about me, hero. I want to help you guys defeat Galgarion first."

The waves rolled on, sea spray vaulting up the cliff and lightly running down the head of the wrench, almost like the furrows of tears shed millions of worlds away.

*twitch*

Two things to do here now, an explanation and a rant.

I realize that some may not understand my last post at all, and it is a little difficult to puzzle out unless you've read both RPG World and the Dragonriders of Pern books. ^^; The main character there is one of my RP charas, Luka, and her dragon, brown Choth, and firelizard, white Boro. Luka's a geeky, mechanical-liking girl, complete with thick glasses and many wrenches. With the events of today's comic in RPGW, I wanted to do a tribute to the character Reka, and figured that it would be best to do such with Luka - seeing as how I think both of them were probably inspired by the same source, Chrono Trigger's Lucca. ^^;;

Now for the rant.

I just got my Dogwood - my high school diploma, that is - in the mail from school. That's a good thing, I suppose, but the stuff that came with it is what bothers me. Honestly, HOW DAMNED HARD IS IT TO SPELL MY NAME?!
It's not a difficult task for most, but honestly, when you're surrounded by morons I suppose that makes things harder. *twitch* On both my congratulatory certificate thing from my local MP or MLA or whatever AND the school's list of phone numbers and shit of all the grads, it was spelled wrong. I suppose I shouldn't get worked up over it, but it just pisses me off, ESPECIALLY AS I'VE CORRECTED THE SCHOOL A THOUSAND TIMES ON THE SAME ERROR. Assholes.

Also got the supplemental thing for the yearbook, which contains all of our pictures from grad and stuff in it. Very nice and all, except I only got my picture in once - in the damned cast and crew photo of Nurse Jane Goes to Hawaii. Didn't even get a little recognition, like a name to go along with photo. Directors can't get any credit any more, can they?
It's just really shitty that they couldn't even get a photo of me in my gown, looking all pretty and stuff. I NEVER look all pretty and stuff, and hardly any of the people at the dinner/dance recognized me without a second look. But not, throughout the entire five or six pages of photos, can I find myself - aside from the big one that has all of us in it, and there I'm too tiny/fuzzy to count.
I did notice, however, that quite a few people managed to show up half a dozen times each, namely the 'popular' jerks and bitches that make up most of the yearbook committee. There's only about two pages of the thing devoted to people outside of their damned clique, if you went and separated all the pictures, which is really quite unfair, not just to me, but to most of the grads this year.

People are fucking morons. And some wonder why I'm an antisocial geek who hides behind her computer...