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Sorry, I'm having a really hard time figuring out what to post.

Xon's eyes roamed unfocused over the scene behind him, the murmur of a holographic newscast projecting from the corner of a nearby stall fading away behind the sounds of hissing emitted from some other machine. Crates of technology and supplies being haggled over, workers crowding a table and...

Simon Rockwall With: @Parrot Parfait "Obligations, eh? I do hope you benefit properly," he admonished gently, stepping through the door with a little pep at having it opened for him, "oh, why thank you," he expressed gleefully, turning a little to wait for Tony to follow. Simon did not seem so...

Simon Rockwall With: @Parrot Parfait "Worry not, I cannot sweat. This made the summer more enjoyable too. These days, without so clear an attachment to the pleasures of the flesh," he held up his fingers and clacked them together from index to pinky loudly to punctuate the point, "my free time...

Simon Rockwall With: @Parrot Parfait "Teacher... mode?" Simon repeated uncertainly. With a quiet woody squeak he rose. The squeak could have been either the chair or him. With practiced ease, he wove his spindly legs around the low stacks of books and turned his sharp shoulders back and forth to...

Eriadu City, Eriadu, Morning (fig. 1, artist render of sh*thole industrial planet) Morning greets Eriadu like a neon sign greets customers at a tropical bar. Eriadu is an industrial world. Half of it is a jungle filled with angry animals, the other, terraformed in steel and dotted with...

Simon Rockwall With: @Parrot Parfait Simon peered down at the steaming tea, then his vacant sockets slid to his bony fingers, "yes, I should say habits in general are hard to get rid of," he replied wistfully. With another ghostly breath, he turned back to the door and added, "well, my one...

I mean, are there, like, engines, cellphones and electric lights? Cars? Social media? Etc.

Professor Rockwall Wif: @Parrot Parfait "Ah!" came a soft, light voice, followed by the clattering of porcelean. Tony's little porthole to Simon's morning tea revealed the vision of a skeleton craning its neck far over the top of his table, carefully tilting a piping hot cup of tea toward his...

Lore thing, is this low fantasy or high fantasy?

I'll post a reply soon, I see that I've been @'ted. Tomorrow, or well, I guess technically today, I have a test and I need to get that out of the way before I divert myself.

Fudo's eyebrows knit together when the large man entered the room yelling. A little wince jostled his form and he squinted discontentedly at the loud presence. What was he, some kind of jungle man? Found in children's storybooks about silly heroes and villains, and events that never happened...

Many students were engaging in petty speculating while Fudo sat patiently with a sharp look on his face, waiting for the announcements. His eyes were thin and his face seemed a bit flushed. At first he stared at the door. With his eyes nearly shut, a misty darkness settled over the scene. The...

In spite of his apparent proficiency with school, Fudo jealously possessed the seat nearest to the door of the classroom. He openly stared at the clock for the last few minutes of the day. Once the clock read leaving time, his books were already in his bag, and on the instructor's word, he stood...

Fudo bilnked when she stated she does not indeed dislike poorly cooked food, his eyebrows wrinkling a little. The expression passed and he cleared his throat. After a moment of silence, eventually he produced, "I would prefer to eat a meal of my own. Perhaps you should try to eat if even if you...

Fudo peered listlessly about in the room, at the old wood and faded paint on the walls. Dull smells of food rose from the little wooden bar to his right. It seemed more like a street stall taken from the sidewalk and jammed into the ground on the side of the room where the kitchen, through an...

Crunch -- "Ahm!" -- another uncooked grain of rice jammed itself between a couple back teeth. Glaring at a pitted bed of white rice that the other members of his lunch, a few pieces of fruit and leftover pork, Fudo cradled his jaw and hunted for the errant grain with his tongue. Quickly, the...

Orpheus' yellow orbs slid evenly over the scene, following Warren with something akin to interest. That little threat of laughter had him more than intrigued. Something so carefree had never entered his sight before, nothing with the same measure of effort, somehow, as carelessness. Even the...

Orpheus mirrored Gram's display with stiff dignity. His lower lip was set and his eyes were up and past his superiors' approving gaze until she addressed them directly, at which point he looked respectfully in her eyes. He did not, however, invoke his own enthusiastic promise of goodwill and...

Amber eyes set the horizon on fire for a few more moments. Orpheus' eyes narrowed at it and he kept his boots planted to the ground for as long as it were proper, as though he wanted to be there all of a sudden, at the horizon. This near to the land, there was a constant weak wind moving across...