Octavia's Bow
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Just like the title says, I'm looking for people to play Smite with. My name is GeneralOctavia, and I like playing Nemesis. I haven't played to much yet, but her damage out put, mobility, and nice little shield buff all make her endearing to me. I like arena, but I'l play just about anything.
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Decided to make a new account again. I'm a healer; Octavias Bow. When I get bored of Smite I'll play through that intro (Like, sixth time >.< I need to get a better memory) and get in touch.
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"Creating gold is illegal. It lowers the value of the market's one constant, and therefor all money. As such, gold inflation, even small, is collectively agreed to be outlawed by nearly every country. The exception being countries with barter economies."
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"You could give me another lesson in swordplay. Might gain some insight in the way your new sword feels." And I need to figure out if I managed to engineer out the kinks and inherit design flaws in a blade that can be replaced and switched. It can be a bit loose if they didn't cut at my exact specifications.
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"There was something about feeling the need for a loose fit, so that the wrist had a full range of motion. I'm not really sure either..." Synthia continues studying the screw driver. Inside her head, she was already designing the wireing mechanisms and motor functions necassary to make Melissa's idea a reality.
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"You know," Sayaa says after she leaves, "You probably could've said nothing and not have had to pay. Or I could've created illusory money. I mean, I know it's the right thing to do and all, but what happens when our funds shut off? If you're supposed to be dead and all, the government of your orgin could have a claim to your money. Just saying."
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"The laboratory sends agents trained in resuscitation to bring you back to life. They're getting annoyed because they sent him a watch that's a little big, so sometimes it slips off at night. However, I installed a button that allows him to take it off for an hour or two. For... fun. As for this screwdriver, I'm thinking about how to improve it."
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(Even though he posted right after me, and not to you or me, he's waiting on me. Fun.) "Aww, their cute! You're a nice little nuclear family. Are you and Nik married now, or is there some sort of agreement, or...?" She smiles at Melissa from Runes lap, finishing up her soda. She snuggles into Rune a bit and plays with a screwdriver she forgot to put away.
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Sayaa hoped out of the car with purple hair, dark eye-shadow, a set of purple headphones, a black, tight-fitting shirt, a set of beaten, darkly shded jeans, a punk leather jacket, and some black combat boots. The laces were purple. She also had finger less, black, cloth gloves. She jinxed Misha's arms to look like he was wearing fancy animal-skinned gloves. "Woah, our land-lady looks awesome! Not even in a suit! Nice pick, man!"
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"Oh. Yeah. Thanks!" She blushes, Another lie. What does the lab have against children? I don't understand; first blasters, and now socks. Where does it end? Synthia shifts uncomfortably and takes a sip of soda to keep her mouth shut. Somewhere, a technician is facepalming. Now he's explaining to his boss that he thought she knew it was a joke. Now he's mailing an apology letter.
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"Everything except for giving speeding tickets, I suppose. And yes, smoking is bad." She clears her throat and in an overly dramatic voice adds, "Drugs are bad, mmmmmmkay?" She sets her shake down, "They pick up yet, or are we still homeless?" She boredly draws finger-neon paintings in the air.
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"Yeah, I guess. Smoking age. I get them confused sometimes. But I can look drinking age," she yawns and snaps herr fingers and seems to age a good five years. "Illusions and such." She reverts herself back to normal and returns to her shake. "So do you dislike the car-wrecker? She seems to like you plenty."
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"Ohh... so then Señor Rocket Launcher is like your partner... Hmmm, well I kinda need a job. And I can kill people. I don't really like to though." She scratches her face, shrugs, and eats the rest of her burger. "But if I get to eat like this all the time I could probably do it. My parents would be pissed but I haven't seen them in ages. And they have no control over me anymore seeing as I'm drinking age..."
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"The clinically insane esper, or the cop? And Misha, do you feel you have lost the capacity for friendship, or is friendship something your just not looking for right now?" She take her burger out of the wrapper and begins eating it, smiling at the taste.
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Sayaa happily slurped her milkshake, saying "Thank you Misha!" She smiled at him and sighed, leaning the seat back a bit. "What I don't understand about your backstory is how you got assasination into your head as a possible career choice," she adds, searching for a topic of conversation.
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"So, you're kinda like... a doctor, nutritionist, and teacher all together? Cool! I mean, I already know a lot of what I do probably shortens my lifespan... But... Wait, 2 kids? Do you have pictures? Are they cute?" She looks left and right, before leaning forward, "Do they steal your socks?"
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"Is that a Shake 'n Bake? Can we go? Chocolate shake and a cheese burger?" Her face was all but pressed against the glass as she eye'd down her favorite fast-food diner. It had a bit of a retro feel, but that was kinda what she liked about it. It helped her feel a bit farther away from her problems.
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"Well... to be honest. If it's not to much... could we get some fast food? I haven't had any decent fast food in a long time. Like.... six months." She gets in with him and yawns. "After that, a shower and a nap would do me wonders. I know it doesn't sound lavish, but to the homeless it's perfect." She yawns and places the boom box she'd been carrying behind the seat.
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"Sounds guch." She grins and hops up to follow him, weaving the cat enchantment back into a magic ball, which she allowed to dissipate. "Magiparty!" she adds happily, taking out her book of spells. She thumbs through it and stops on the page of her newest summoning contractee.
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"Sounds great! And I'd love a sodapop Rune." She looks at Melissa and frowns, then looking at their window. Biting her lip, and rubbing her chin, she seemed to be thinking. "If you sit there, then in about ten minutes the sun will start reflecting off the TV into your eyes. Dang it! I thought we had it perfect, too." She sighs and moves the TV to face the wall, before dragging Rune to the remaining chair and sitting on his lap. She didn't look to see if he'd grabbed her drink yet. "So, what's knew with you?"
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Synthia happily grabs Melissa's hand and follows Rune. She finds nothing abnormal in this. "Mmmm... he made poffins. Like on our honey moon. They're really good. And they come in shapes, sometimes. It's fun when he makes the shapes." She grins back at her captive companion as they quickly come up on the dorm.
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The magic melted into a flock of doves that exploded into confetti that fell into a sphere in her hand. She then made it into a cat with fancy Misha-like atire and made it purr in his lap. "Practicing," she says, when she sees his look. "So now it's like your pimpcane?"
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"Hmmm? Oh, I was taking college classes when we knew each other. I was at high school 'for the experience.' It was a fun experience though! And yes, I would love to know what you were doing. And what happened to Nik. And such." She smiles at Melissa, "Though maybe not on stage."
