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Parari is, and always has been, the type of person this guild wants. Her pilot gear and alien, floppy ears gave her a sure, if arcane, look of piloting and therefore adventuring. While she was always smiling, she had quite a mean streak. But that is not all. Pants is the type of person that, even when I purposely spell her name wrong, will just take all of life in as a joke. There are some who say life's a stage, and Pinto doesn't care if she knows her lines at all, she still gets a standing ovation. Her cheerines sometimes can even get on your nerves, as it makes a perfect foil to your irritable mood. If she happens to be online, it doesn't matter if your dog just got died last week, or if you just had a bit of a quarrel with a girl you secretly liked and were going to ask out last night, or if you had to rake leaves in the rain, like many of us, including me, have recently experienced. You can just talk. Certain people have that air of whatever happens, I'm cool with that. They have that, whatever happens, I'm not going to let it stop me, or change me, or get in my way towards what I want to become. She even inspires you. She'll give you an edge just talking to her, like you want to have that same seemingly untroubled life the prism of the internet and writing gives to us. Writing is like a great blank field, and anything that happens on it is up to your imagination. I cannot imagine what this girl will write, as, strangely enough, many of us have never read each other's actual writing. Maybe the activities are distracting us from what this was meant for, or maybe the troubles and emotions of our lives are keeping us from doing what gives life and feeling to these very key elements. Maybe writing isn't something you have to know how to do. Writing is something you just do, and you're either good or bad at it, and it all depends on if you have any passion in life. And Pennzoil has that passion.

A stream of bright sunshine was teasing the corner of my eyes. I turned, only to find that what I thought was a sunbeam, was a girl. A women bedecked in bright yellow garments. The only thing to offset her bright yellow ribbons and flowers and other adornments, was her dark hair and a pair of big, clunky black boots. Belatedly I realized she also wore a short black skirt and a thin black tie. A small black cat crawled from one shoulder to another. This woman was, in essence, a living bumblebee. But from the way she lazed and read her book casually, it was obvious that she wasn't as busy as one. Looking at my own clothes, I suddenly felt dark and drab.

The man was knelt down and was reading a book, though he seemed fairly uninterested with it, for he stared into space with his big, brown eyes. He dressed in mostly blue, but with a tan leather jacket. He seemed normal except for one thing; his hair was blue. Aye, he was all blue except for his coat and eyes.

There I stood, awaiting the arrival of Daykurfin, when she came my way. Consuming large quantities of...whatever was in the bottle, she gazed at me with big, reddish eyes in a motherly fashion. She shifted around in her huge boots, though it seemed to be the warmest item of clothing Parari wore this frigid January evening. No wonder the flowers she adorned upon her head were black. She might have been able to breakdance, but the boom box she carried was unplugged, making a demonstration impossible. I shrugged at the thought, gave her a quick grin, and abruptly went to find Daykurfin.


and I'm not that young...

I followed Xerxes, laughing silently at the his rebellion against my "motherly touch." I kept my composure, though, as Daykurfin walked forward to meet Xerxes and me; I was about to talk to the guild's fourth owner after a long hiatus. All my steady breathing and control over my features was for nothing, though, as Daykurfin's eye caught mine and his eyebrow twitched slightly. I forgot all my reasons for being so... unhyper (there were really none in the first place) and burst out laughing. His honey-brown gaze remained unaffected and held mine until I calmed down slightly and gave him a slight hug. Then he whispered a certain word in my ear, breaking my composure yet again. sweatdrop

His hair had suddenly become tussled and his eyes frightened, like he'd seen a giant floating head. I patted him gently on the shoulder and said, "Xerxes, are you alright?" I looked deeply into his eyes, searching for what might be haunting him, but he just stared blankly back, as though I was invisible. All of a sudden, his arms and legs started moving in a running motion, but he wasn't going anywhere. "Daykurfin..." I cried. "Something's wrong..."

His face was determined, almost scarily. He wore something looking as if it was stained with blood. It scared me, in a scary way.