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Okay, here's my problem. Where did you pull that Ethereal or whatever Lapis was from? How was she disguised in the form of a human? Why did you think imbuing could be 'felt' from clothing? (I can understand it maybe modifying the fabric but not giving off a psionic presence) Did you not realize...

O... kay. Subplot out of the 'blue', if you get the pun. I don't know where you're going with this, if anywhere. Or if you got approval to do this.

Hates Invidia and wants to torture Atka, pit her against Invidia, and then kill them both. Totally a nice person. :rolleyes:

“Wedding Bells, Part 4” Alex wrapped her arms around Ellie, lifted her up slightly and holding her tight. “I am...SOOOO… happy for you, Ellie!” Ellie giggled at her friend and tried to get free of the death grip. “Thanks...but this was all possible because of you, you know. Not only did you...

“Wedding Bells, Part 3” Ammelia smiled at the newlyweds and slowly stood up from her chair, lifting her dress up as she did. Mary leaned back in her chair a little, perhaps hoping that Ammelia wouldn’t notice her, that quickly failed however as Ammy extended a hand to help her up. “Come on...

Okay, something I really liked about that mission. The way Mary's powers worked out for her. I've noticed this with Fay, and seeing it be the same for Mary as well is a really good common theme. Psionics awoken in the chamber are not as powerful as the naturals, and thus using their abilities...

Atka smirked slightly as she saw the attack coming, and let it thud into the tree behind her. Taking quick aim, she fired off a shot of her own in Aya’s direction, simulating an imbued plasma bolt, though it didn’t require much energy for a fake. “Damn!” Aya threw up a quick shield, the speed...

Careful Luxuria, you almost felt like a rational, sentient, (dare I say human?) being there.

Pretty sure almost any psion can manage a dreamscape. You can either pick one of the more esoteric ones from the NPC list, or you can pick a soldier/civilian of mine. Depends on what sort of personality you might want.

Change of plans! Ramma, if you wish to attend the wedding, join us!

Yeahhh... Beta 15 is bullshit anyway. MECs are useless, fliers are hell on jetpacks...

Thanksgiving is coming up in the XCOM universe! I can't wait to celeb- oh wait, that's only an American thing.

It's off for today. Tomorrow, maybe... if I can. If I'm not too far deep in homework. If that's the case, and I'm the only one that's busy, just do it without me.

Alright. 2-3 hours of homework today, 2-3 hours of homework tomorrow. Kill me. I will be able to do the wedding post at 7-8 UTC (Central Time) like I thought [If everyone shows up] but that's just about all I'm going to be able to do unless I multitask.

If we do stick with XCOM, I was thinking about picking up some recording software and running my own LP for you guys. Curious if you'd prefer me trying Long War (albeit doing my best to make it fair with SW options and .ini edits) or a vanilla run on a higher difficulty.

I might be able to make it at 7 or 8 central U.S. time. Got an... Amount of homework today, but ill try to make it. If we wait until Wednesday and something comes up then we are screwed. Need to try for today.

Elene glanced at Lily. “We will go to the medical ward. The equipment is set up there.” Morrigan stepped up to the cell, and began typing in the complex codes to open the prison for one. As the nodes powered down, the Legion guards raised their weapons, but a quick look from Elene was all that...

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And there's part seven! The Orbis Short Story: "The Oracle of Bysum" reaches its conclusion, but the story goes on in other locations, and in the Sentaric Empire as well. For anyone wondering, the short stories take place in this world, but the main story is something I do with Bobowon. Though I...

The Oracle of Bysum, Part 7 Bysum Depression, the Sentaric Empire Mid-Autumn still “Divine Inspiration” Imelda, Salvaje, and Omylia hunkered down in the nearby cave, waiting out the severe sandstorm while Imelda took a breather. Salvaje clenched and unclenched his fists in frustration...