As nice as that would be for him, he'd kinda stop being interesting after that.
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Lyn: I think I'm just gonna have him have gone back to the school. He's complicated to run in combat, but I don't think I want him totally gone, just in the background for now. I'd kick myself later if I came up with something I wanted to do with him.
To be honest, I haven't been following the solstice timeline. We can just say that Lim-Mor had a bit of an episode and went back to the school before stuff went down. I'm honestly kinda not sure about him any more. He was a fun concept, but he's just not really playing well. Out of all my characters, he's the most work to write for, but it kinda always plays out the same.
Limmor tries to slip away from the rest of the group, so as not to be mistaken for any sort of honored guest, being that he was only arriving with them out of circumstance.
Limmor is last through the portal.
Limmor finally notices the ears, prompting half of him to be very concerned for her safety and the other half to excitedly hope to see her publicly executed. The part of him given control for hopefully the length of the festivities settles on nervous indifference, being that it's not his problem if it won't affect him personally. He didn't really have any strong feelings towards Lycans, equally unconditionally loving and hating basically all of existence. He may have been breed to fight them, but that's what his parents wanted, and that meant he didn't. He tugs at the edge of his sleeveless purple tunic, always wondering why normal elves enjoyed holes in their fashionable clothes.
The elf takes one of the tokens as he looks to the other gathered students.
Those in the Teleportation Room hear a conversation just outside the door. "We're right here, so can you guys just give me one night without any outbursts? If you shoot him in the foot while we're out, it won't stop what we're doing, and we won't go to the infirmary."
Having entered with his eyes to the floor and then being preoccupied with the cape, he now looks up and sees the occupation of the teleport room.
Is everyone else that's going in the room already?
Oh ya. I forgot there would be drama. Lim probably won't be too much of a help in much like that. He's not terribly stable before drama and stress happens. Part of why he got totally destroyed in the attack on the infirmary.
If you do, we could hang out, since the other group seems pretty close knit.
I'm going to arrive at the teleport room last. If I got there first I'd just leave since I didn't know to wait on anyone else.
Is this anything Lim-Mor would concern himselves with?Clarify what you mean by this? Like, is it such a huge elven event that he'd attend it, or is it for like one group or a specific caste or such? He's weird and his parents are in jail for horrible ethics and child abuse, but he's still an elf.
Is this anything Lim-Mor would concern himselves with?
Ya!
Dude, suck it up. Nero, stop. I told you we should change it. That's rude. But it was so much work to find this one. And it works so well... Hah, eat it ya candy@$$. He's with me. But guys we're confusing people. And they already don't like us. Well I mean... I don't know how to deal with this...
...I like how you think...
Fight me, Taron.
Lim-Mor has been usually quiet. He argues with himself as usual, but no big changes from the last week. He didn't really have enough friends to have lost anyone he cared about in the attack. At least not anyone all of him cared about.
Right now he's asleep in his room, not doing much. At least he's free from his other selves when he's asleep.
"Just shoot yourself in the foot. That's how I always seem to get there. Or I can kill you in a SIM room, and you'll end up there too." He continues walking, calling back behind him. If he's attentive, he may notice what he's doing to get to a SIM room, whatever that is. Maybe the healer works the same.
"Well, we /aren't/ where you come from, now are we Princess?! Where /I/ come from, I've already had worse than that! I guarantee, nothing you can pull out of your fat /@$$/ will /ever/ stack up to the $#!+ I've been through /all/ of my f@#$ing life! So go ahead! Hit me with your best shot! We can take this to a Sim room and go until you're a hand bag and matching belt, or by some miracle I'm another foot of lard on your giant @$$! Because at this point I don't care. I'm going to a Sim room to kill something whether it's you or not. So bite me." After another bout of intense gesturing and heavy insults, he turns on his heel and puts up one hand with his middle finger up before moving the hand to the wall to make arrows towards the Sim room.
Lim-Mor is unceremoniously dropped to the floor, his wings flow up around him as be tumbles and rolls a few feet, stopping in front of a Large mass of surly feathers. "F@#K! That's just F@#$ing great! Pick me up in a fish net and drag me through the halls!" He rights himself and starts angrily gesturing around. Then she runs into your fat @$$ goes everywhere!" He points at the large bird. What the actual F$@#!? Can I not just walk through a hall in this Fiends d@#÷ed school?! He throws his arms up in the air before quickly turning his head to the other side and pulling his hands together. "Maybe we should all just take a minute to pull ourselves together. Are you ok?" His head turns sharply back, and he puts a hand over his eyes. "Why are you apologizing?! Gian, I swear to F@#$, I'm about to stab you right now. She drags us through the hall like f@$#ing luggage and then runs into this fat@$$ taking up the whole hallway. What do we have to apologize for?! I want to hear it from them! Starting with you, Sparkles. Go ahead. I'm waiting." He again jabs a finger at the large bird before crossing his arms and scowling expectantly.
"Hey! What the Fu-"
While Nero thrashed wildly, Lim and Gian remain calm and wait politely for the net to get dropped.
Don't talk about people not caring. I've been waiting on you for several pages now. :P
"Oh, uh, it's nothing. We just met and I don't really wanna drag you into my stuff. It's mostly just that I want to be me some times instead of that guy..."
She chuckles [b]"Good, then you won't mind my using it. And yes, I am new. Sorta. I'm from the Sun"i/b] "Just because I get it a lot doesn't mean I'm ok with it..." He seems rather saddened, and doesn't respond to the part about her being from the sun.
"Not the first time I've heard that one..." He continues walking, as they're both apparently going in the same direction away from the infirmary. "You're new? Haven't seen you before."
It isn't necessarily three different voices. It's obviously not the same person talking. The inflection, tone, and mannerisms are totally different in each. But they might sound the same on the phone if you get what I'm saying. Like Johnny Depp is one person, but he's Jack, Wonka, and the old mafia guy in that new one. The same voice, but still very obviously different. Gian's voice is higher pitched, slightly feminine, but not overmuch. He talks with his hands more and is generally more animated and expressive. Lim-Môr always seems nervous when he's in control. He bites his lip, looks around a lot, and speaks in a mid range teenage voice. He's nervous and kinda teenager-chill-indifferent at the same time. Nero always has the corner of his mouth turned up and eyebrows down and together, almost scowling like he is either disgusted or feels like he's above whatever is happening at the time. When he speaks it's deliberate and sparing, much like a mafia boss. He almost always has his arms crossed.
"I'm as fine as I'm gonna get... right now... it's... complicated." He puts one hand behind his head as she looks him over.
"Oh, really now?"
He nervously bites his lower lip, showing a sharp canine tooth.
Lim-Môr exits the infirmary, grumbling to himself after Gian shot Nero in the foot for the second time today. He passes a dark haired girl in the hallway, and one of his wings bumps her in the shoulder in his distraction. "Oh. My bad."
I meant as a student...
I still have Lim-Môr, but I'm still not entirely sure how much I want to keep him in play.
I do picture Nero having known Triesdan.
We have MPD, or DID, the more correct term.
Lim-Môr eats in the library, not really having friends to eat with.
I have trouble being Nero because I can't be bad. >_<
Lim-Môr reports to his third block class, small firearms.
As soon as the class ends, Lim-Môr is quickly packed up and walking to his next.
The funny thing is that most of(read: all but for a few extremely rare cases) the people with d.i.d. don't know about their other personalities.
I don't have magus levels...
Has anyone ever built Vash the Stampede?
Lim-Môr gets very focused on the class, writing down almost everything in high detail. He writes with his left hand in Elvish which luckily reads right to left, so there's no smearing.
Lim-Môr quietly watches the class. Nothing special.
"Fair enough. Good to know it's not for the usual reasons."
"Eh. I'd rather wait really. More fun getting the full experience the first time. Just gotta wait for someone to come along that doesn't mind some extra stuff."
"Well, that's not... where I'm from that's one of the worst kinds of shame. Elves aren't as fertile, so fooling around is normal and almost encouraged. So, no I haven't uh... assisted myself before... that's even worse than having no experience."
Made a small edit to include stuff that happened while I typed. :)
"Gah ha ha ha! Unless that's you offering, you're gonna have to convince someone to be on the other end first! Fiends know he's not gonna be able to. Shame that. Means I don't get to continue my line either. But it's worth it to not have the other half carry on either." his demeanor changes at once with his voice.
He waves to the ladies.
He runs his tongue over his teeth quickly before returning the knife to the vest pocket.
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