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  1. *comes back after investigating Water Cooler* My good man, do you EVER stop thinking about "work"? *also add a facepalming reaction here*
  2. *chuckles* Not surprised... @supernal gives me homework to read (lol jkg ;) )
  3. What on earth have I missed since I've been gone?! @___@ *backs out very slowly*
  4. I can take a hint. 


  5. Shyts about to get nasty at work in the next few weeks. Gotta make sure to bring popcorn while I laugh my ass off
  6. Shayda

    Stay at home mom.... who is extremely board.

    There's one in Casper ( Cities of Terrenus section). Just a casual place for general social rp'ing. Kinda like Tavern of Legends is, but without a whole bunch of other people posting and having to sift through them all to keep up with a one on one conversation with someone Then there's the Rabbit Hole, which is run by @Avvercus, which I found to be really fun and would recommend cuz the rabbit dude is really cool >__> Hope this is helpful! If I have time, I can try to jump in too ^_^ If there's other cafe's, I simply don't know where they are O.o
  7. Shayda


    Since you share the same name with my oldest son, I guess I'm inclined to say hello! I'm one of those "oldies" @Tia Dalma, so I'll take the offense for @supernal so he can still feel like a spring chicken *swings my walking cane at people*
  8. Shayda

    Confession Thread

    After 3 months of quitting, I noticed the same improvements. But low and behold, I return to work after the "off" season and the stress got the better of me too >< Give a shout out when you try to quit again! On a side note, I agree oyster crackers rock >_>
  9. Shayda

    Hallo Guess I am back...?

    Hi @Danihg Zuhn Bagoon :) I don't think our paths have ever crossed here at Val, but welcome back. I can completely relate to your reasoning, having a son (who's 20 now) that is also Autistic. He's exactly the same way about change (to the point WW3 explodes in his head), but he does tend to handle it better when given an advance notice that it's about to happen. Kudos to you for admitting what fault is yours and coming out to apologize. Even a lot of (what's considered) "normal" people can't even do that. Hope things smooth over and work out, and once again, welcome back! ^___^
  10. If I'm not at one of my two jobs..... Husband has TV blaring while I'm trying to write. Dogs are always carrying on while I write My sons, although grown, still interrupting me endlessly with their classes, or work drama while I write What is this relaxing thing you speak of? LOL Hence why I'm only in ONE RP O.o At least I'm conditioning the ability to tune things out a little better ;)
  11. Shayda

    The Banshee of Blue Hill Manor

    Solita tilted her head toward the soldier when young woman spoke of shooting demonic beings. With their current target being a phantom in nature, she had to wonder just what kind of bullets were used for that firearm at her hip. More importantly, Solita now took note to watch her own back throughout the expedition just in case the militant had a happy trigger finger. It seemed she would have to literally keep an eye out, now that the soldier chose to follow from behind her and Ridley, who seemed to find it necessary to call out her question as rude. Her own black eyes narrowed at the mortal while Solita bit back her own knowing grin by his retort. Obviously, this human had a knack for thwarting the point, but being an elusive trickster herself, she knew it was a useful quality to have. For now, she casually shrugged off the topic as they walked, but the silence didn’t last long when Ridley’s bluntness questioned her demonic attributes. With a rather shocked look, her stark black eyes even followed his circling finger only to feel one of her eyes narrow this time as the opposite eyebrow arched up high. Pointy bits?! If it hadn’t been for the unexpected shock of his bold words, Solita may have displayed a more aggressive reaction. A snarling growl with exposed fangs. Maybe smack him with a whip of her tail. Rip a tree in half with her claws just to demonstrate her strength. Truth was, she was rather amused and actually contemplated his question. Besides, how often was it that a human questioned what she was before trying to attack her out of initial fear? Her response began with a reenactment of his action, twirling her claw in the air between them toward herself before purposely reverting their form back to their humanly appearance. “Why yes,” Her words beheld an exaggerated tone of formality. “I guess I am what you call one of those…. monster folk.” Solita allowed the faint smirk to tug against her lips before a dismissive sigh while turning her gaze to the horizon ahead. “But don’t bother asking exactly what I am. Even I don’t know, nor have I met anyone like myself.” She spared their following company an occasional glance over her shoulder whenever the sound of their steps would change in pace, or if the two grew too quiet, or simply making sure there wasn’t a gun out of its holster. Now looking back at her walking companion, Solita gave an investigating sniff in the air. “I take it you’ve always been one of those... human folk?” Naturally, it wasn’t meant as a serious question, but she wasn’t the most socially inept demon, having lived a reclusive life. When Ridley stopped to look at the map again, Solita took the moment to take in their surroundings with a subtle yawn. The air was blissfully easier to breath now that they were on the outskirts of the populace and it was by far more easy on the ears without the endless racket of noise polluting the town they left behind. She spared the map in his hand a fleeting glance while waiting for their companions to catch up when her ears gave a slight twitch to the faint rustling sound within the nearby foliage, alerting her instincts that a possible hunt was nearby. For now, Solta ignored the opportunity while looking back to Ridley with a taunting quirk in her tone. “You’re not lost already, are you?”
  12. Shayda

    The Banshee of Blue Hill Manor

    Solita’s initial instincts were naturally defensive when seeing the young woman’s hand shift toward her weapon. Her spine arched while digging her claws deep into the bounty board while flicking her tail with agitated jerks and a deep growl resonating within the back of her throat. Crimson eyes even brightened with silent warning until one of the young men verbally noted the obvious, which rather appeased the demon enough to rest back on her haunches again as if never being threatening at all. Little did they know of the lethal poison that flowed through her now swaying tail, but that was a little fact Solita chose to still keep to herself. As the conversation continued, Solita still kept a watchful eye on the fellow female as the discussion was averted back to the challenge. For the first time in ages, she actually felt a swell of excitement. Not just for the hunt ahead, but to actually be included without having been made to be the prey itself! Even her claws began to tap against the frame of the board with anxiousness to get started! Especially when leering closer to look at the weathered post just as Ridley gave her glance when speaking of gut instincts. It was a rather knowing look, as fleeting as it was, but Solita knew a hint when she saw it. Especially when she heard it within one’s tone. What was the point of toying with danger without a little mischief? At the announcement of departure, Solita beamed before leaping off of the board and landing softly on her booted feet to give the paper another close look while Ridley still held it before meeting his gaze head on with grinning suspicion that even reached her eyes. “Are we departing with unspoken assumptions about said treasure?” Her back straightened again while lacing her claws behind her back and giving Ridley the very same look he previously glanced her way. The gleam of sly deviousness known amongst thieves. “Or are you an honest enough human who would graciously split the reward four ways?” Solita knew that hearing the truth was highly unlikely, but the amusement she found among these mortals just couldn’t be ignored. She already came to expect that there would be no earning their trust, which she didn’t need to survive such a jaunt, but she wasn’t about to go into this hunt completely blind. Or come out of it completely broke.
  13. How dare my son come home and leave his bag of marshmallows unattended on the kitchen table >___> *Mom's law wins while nomming them*
  14. why are you hurting my brainz....... O.o