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So, I’m finally back at work and it’s awsome. Right now I’m enjoying my breakfast (okay, so this morning wasn’t that awesome and included bringing instant soup with me instead of eating breakfast, but still) of spinach miso soup in my well-earned break after the morning rush. I love Japanese instant soups. Not so much because of the taste as because of the ingridients. This one contains: powdered miso, dehydrated tofu, dehydrated spinach, dehydrated seaweed, modified food starch (whatever that means), flavour enhancer, powdered bonito (that’s fish everyone, I¨’m eating powdered fish), powdered kelp, yeast extract, acidity regulator sodium carbonate. It sounds positively poisonous, I’m loving it! Actually, it doesn’t taste so good, so it’s a typical “there’s nothing else in the cupboard” or “I’m on a diet and these only contain 15 calories per portion” meal. This time, it’s a little bit of both. I could choose between this and an orange this morning, and, since I think I might have gained weight sitting on my ass eating pizza while I was sick, I went for the low calorie soup. Nummy!
We’re a crew of Adelheid the half-dragon hottie (me), Jesus (it’s pronounced Hesús) the pink-winged half-angel ([Bad username or site: ”aj-stalin” @ livejournal.com], Aeron the half-angel (Marcus), the guy with no nose and bad skin that I can’t remember the name of and anyways it’s too long to pronounce (Erik), and the elf ([Bad username or site: ”45hasle” @ livejournal.com]). Actually, the elf is called something very masculine like Efron Goldenleaf or something like that, but I choose to call him the elf with the appropriate distaste and/or annoyance in my voice because he is very, very annoying. Anyways, in our party there’s also a very overpowered 10 year old girl named Ana, and an annoyingly nice healer named Milla. We’re brought together mainly by chance, and have so far managed to both not get killed, and to make a lot of money. Add to that the bonus of being able to kill loads and loads of people in the process (something that, to the rest of the group might seem unfortunate, but for me seems like good, clean fun, I’m tired of being almost the only neutral character in a group of good people).
First, it must be said that last night was the night where people generally stole my thunder. First, I rushed into a burning house to save my friends, and they managed to get out fine on their own so that I got hurt on my way out again, for nothing. Then, I ninja my way past all the guards to get to the big, bad merchant with the plan of using him as a shield, thus deterring all his men from attacking us, and arresting the bad guy with minimal bloodshed. Instead, one of the half-angels swoop in and snatch him from my hands, lifting him into the air, leaving me alone in the middle of all the bad guys so that I have to fight of about 10 people on my own. Fair to say, I almost died. But, now it’s time to get on to the real tale.
Last night, we, heroes that we are, went after someone trying to assassinate a king (I’m hoping for a large reward) and, after only mild torture from my side, the unfortunate rich guy trying to kill the king decided that it was in his best interest to give us all his property and money in exchange for us looking the other way while he left the country. Which is fair enough, but I, and obviously Ana the 10 year old who did the deed, felt that loose ends are unnecessary, and thus she decapitated him and set fire to his boat after he thought he had gotten away. Good for us, bad for him.
Then we went after the order that hired him, but on the way, we may have been stopped by someone looking very much like Robin Hood, demanding taxes. Now, I’m not one to let the possibility of accelerating a conflict pass me by, so I shot him in the hand when he lifted it to call his men to attack us. I nearly died (again), but at least we killed off Robin Hood and all his merry men. Hurray, went all the capitalists of the world.
I’m regretting my choice of breakfast now. Maybe it’s the knowledge that I’m eating powdered fish, but I’ve sorta lost my taste for the soup, at least right now. At least I can pretend to be full while I wait for the fruit to come. And I mean, everybody knows that coffee is almost as good as food anyways right?
We’re a crew of Adelheid the half-dragon hottie (me), Jesus (it’s pronounced Hesús) the pink-winged half-angel ([Bad username or site: ”aj-stalin” @ livejournal.com], Aeron the half-angel (Marcus), the guy with no nose and bad skin that I can’t remember the name of and anyways it’s too long to pronounce (Erik), and the elf ([Bad username or site: ”45hasle” @ livejournal.com]). Actually, the elf is called something very masculine like Efron Goldenleaf or something like that, but I choose to call him the elf with the appropriate distaste and/or annoyance in my voice because he is very, very annoying. Anyways, in our party there’s also a very overpowered 10 year old girl named Ana, and an annoyingly nice healer named Milla. We’re brought together mainly by chance, and have so far managed to both not get killed, and to make a lot of money. Add to that the bonus of being able to kill loads and loads of people in the process (something that, to the rest of the group might seem unfortunate, but for me seems like good, clean fun, I’m tired of being almost the only neutral character in a group of good people).
First, it must be said that last night was the night where people generally stole my thunder. First, I rushed into a burning house to save my friends, and they managed to get out fine on their own so that I got hurt on my way out again, for nothing. Then, I ninja my way past all the guards to get to the big, bad merchant with the plan of using him as a shield, thus deterring all his men from attacking us, and arresting the bad guy with minimal bloodshed. Instead, one of the half-angels swoop in and snatch him from my hands, lifting him into the air, leaving me alone in the middle of all the bad guys so that I have to fight of about 10 people on my own. Fair to say, I almost died. But, now it’s time to get on to the real tale.
Last night, we, heroes that we are, went after someone trying to assassinate a king (I’m hoping for a large reward) and, after only mild torture from my side, the unfortunate rich guy trying to kill the king decided that it was in his best interest to give us all his property and money in exchange for us looking the other way while he left the country. Which is fair enough, but I, and obviously Ana the 10 year old who did the deed, felt that loose ends are unnecessary, and thus she decapitated him and set fire to his boat after he thought he had gotten away. Good for us, bad for him.
Then we went after the order that hired him, but on the way, we may have been stopped by someone looking very much like Robin Hood, demanding taxes. Now, I’m not one to let the possibility of accelerating a conflict pass me by, so I shot him in the hand when he lifted it to call his men to attack us. I nearly died (again), but at least we killed off Robin Hood and all his merry men. Hurray, went all the capitalists of the world.
I’m regretting my choice of breakfast now. Maybe it’s the knowledge that I’m eating powdered fish, but I’ve sorta lost my taste for the soup, at least right now. At least I can pretend to be full while I wait for the fruit to come. And I mean, everybody knows that coffee is almost as good as food anyways right?
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I still say we could have conned him into rushing bravely into the monastery of death... Then again, I believe maid Marion just got freed up, so I'm not really complaining.
Also, If you had just had the decency to stand still in the middle of the carnage I could have centered a few fireballs on your head and really caused some havoc.
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Btw. have you noticed how you are the only character losing all her clothes as a matter of habit?
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I know. And why is that? You guys get like oooh, a few burnt marks on your clothes, and I'm all naked. :( Goddamn it!
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