*injects you with happiness.
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OK, it's on.
Nocturne
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I mean it, *pulls out the happiness shot
I shall inject happiness into your life!
Yippeee! :3
Oh, what a broad question.
In general, fairly "meh". Nothing of great consequence happens to me anytime soon, so I have a lot of chilling to look forward to.
And you?
Oh, dear. That sounds terrible.
Well, now that you're back, you should celebrate! Eat a pomegranate or something.
awww, so I'll take it I did't scare you?
Huzzah!
How were things?
heheheh, It's now my mission Madame, to try to scare you everyday! :PP
Reality? This isn't reality yet. You're just a figment of my imagination.
Given this, I have total control over what you call "reality".
As proof, I shall will it that you don't respond to me for at least 72 hours.
(Try not to be too miserable at camp, I suppose.)
Sounds awful. How long will you be attending?
(Also, my finger is out of the splint. Woo!)
Stoic Beverage sits and watches their chess game, because frankly, he doesn't have much better to do.
In that case, it would seem that the both of them are more or less indestructible.
Given this, Sebastian wants to know if Kitsune-sama would be in the mood for a game of chess.
Stoic Beverage shrugs it off and gives a hearty smirk. (He also likes speaking about himself in the third person.) He waits for Nocturne and Kitsune-sama to realize the futility of their battle. You see, Sebastian holds no special link to his physical manifestation. As that particular bit of silver was compressed, his essence simply left. Given that his true form has no mass, he can travel at any speed. He went to the nearest supernova, and picked up some fresh silver.
While Nocturne and Kitsune-sama enjoy a moment of smugness, a katana-shaped bit of silver from the heart of a star speeds toward Kitsune-sama's spine.
Hah! You have only made him stronger!
Just because his physical form was altered doesn't mean he can't still control it..
Congratulations, Kitsune-sama. You're now fighting a superheated flying blob of metal.
Considerably more dangerous, in my opinion.
(I suppose you're excused, this one time.)
BOO!
Oh, you are on.
In the physical world, Sebastian manifests himself ("he" has no gender, but his mindset is more similar to that generally exhibited by men, so "he" chooses the pronoun he to describe himself.) as a 9 foot long silver katana, with the ability to wield itself with the skill of the greatest samurai ever to walk this earth.
Good luck, you'll need it.
I have but one conscience. I kicked both consciences you showed in the face some years ago.
Now, I pay fealty to a different entity entirely: The only voice in my head is a callous, hedonistic bastard known only as Sebastian.
He also has a different smiley through which he would like to be represented.
With this great power comes great responsibility...
(Oh, who am I kidding? Let's abuse it!)
Did I cause the moderation message to show up? If so, whoops.
(I'm just gonna say this counts as a topic for the moment, because I'm not feeling creative.)
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CENTRAL TIMEZONE FTW.
It's entirely deserved. Everyone needs to throw themselves a little pity party every once in a while.
...Well, they don't need to, but they certainly do. Because of this, you're excused.
Also, you left your comment at 12:34 AM. I appreciate that.
No offense to you or anything, but AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Oh, wow. That's absolutely terrible.
When do you depart?
I probably would've eventually scowled and declared a stalemate, so all is well.
The teachers that know me say I'm intelligent, yet to a lot of them I'm simply a quiet kid who gets good grades without ever turning in homework. My parents, on the other hand, never really discuss their impression of my intellect or lack thereof.
Stoic Beverage does not approve.
Au contraire.
Cheese is the underdog. You take milk, let it rot, and then let the rotten bits sit for awhile, and it's basically cheese. You'd imagine it to be disgusting, but it's great! Why, without it, I just don't know what I'd do...
Swim, perhaps? (Mainly because I can. Muahahahaha.)
I hate fish with a fiery passion...
I must agree. Today has been going splendidly. I've consumed more cheese than could possibly be considered healthy, and am seeing friends later.
Also, I pay my dues.
Whoops.
It would take much more than these petty matters to affect the toughened heart of a traveler.
I wish you luck on your exams!
(That is, if they haven't already passed. If so, I offer a hearty "Whoops" as consolation.)
Of the wonders of the world, I cannot speak. But, of my own petty existence, I could type volumes.
The house I was previously in was being rented by my parents. The landlord, about a month ago, said "I like the prospects of the selling market, so... You've got one month to get the hell out."
Because of the fact that my mom wanted to buy this time rather than rent, she had to put through a rather large loan. Upon getting kicked out of the house, the loan wasn't quite through the finalizing stages, so I am homeless at the moment.
My family is living out of a hotel for the next few days, and I'm staying with friends.
In summary, he who was once just an online acquaintance is now also a lovable tramp.
oh, trust me. You better be on guard all the time 
:P Well, then i'll have to be more subtle then
Think fast! haha, did I scare you?
Rejoice, for I hath returned!
What news have you to tell?
Ah, adios amigos!
Thank you, and may your camp be bearable, too.
I depart within the hour, so I bid you temporary farewell!
Well, good to know. I'm in a rather "meh" mood, but it's a meh of the content variety.
Unfortunately, though, I depart for my cabin tomorrow. I have to stay there a week. It's a rundown place next to a polluted lake. It has no internet.
I don't know if I'll make it.
I swear, it'll slip up one of these days, and then victory shall be mine...
I can play a mean game of ping-pong, but that's about it.
I'm enough of an internet junkie that I'm at 50 words per minute without a finger. Woo!
My brother paid me to play football with him (as I wouldn't have otherwise. He proposed the cash, not me.) I did so, and within 20 minutes I caught the ball wrong and jammed my finger hard enough to break it.
Let's see...
I broke my finger, if that makes for good conversation fodder.
Ouch.
I, unfortunately, have no college fund. I've just got to be frugal with a part time job and hope I get good enough grades for a scholarship.
If I choose to pursue a career requiring higher education, that is. I'm on the fence.
Whether I envy or pity you depends...
Do you get paid?
I imagine everything will remain painfully monotonous at least until high school ends, if not forever.
Still, I prefer to be able to choose my flavor of monotony. At least I can be bored alone, rather than being bored around people I dislike.
I had the same issue, though if you just think about it trait-by-trait for a while, it should be clear enough.
Oh, school is nearly done. I can't wait. Long days of doing absolutely nothing...Ahh, pure bliss.
I come across as older and am filled with inane drivel?
...I think I'm blushing.
I don't trust mbti as far as I can throw it. (Given that it's not a physical object, I can't throw it very far.) Though I tested INTP, I could've told you as much myself. (Not because I read the description and found it appealing, like so many people who identify themselves as a "smart" type...)
I don't know you too well, so I would probably do a shoddy job of typing you. I think you could probably type yourself, though.
Hunh, I'd think a private school would have more extensive options.
I'm attending grade 8 at a public school, and I could have chosen Spanish, French, or German.
I'm just finishing off my first year of Spanish. Aced my speaking final the other day. w00t!
What made you decide to take French? I chose Spanish because it seemed the most practical language to learn.
Nocturne, I have been here for a while. I always come around to this forum and the ENTP org form. -
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