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[lightrobber]

Well, dark_age_pearl, I must say I saw it in coming, I just didn't expect it to strike this soon. I've always thought people don't change and it's true: they don't.

But their priorities do.

Worry not, our coworks won't be forgotten; in fact I had already made up my mind to continue them on my own since you no longer had the time for anything. Maybe one day you'll have enough time to read and see what's become of our ideas. And I'll welcome your opinion and whatever criticism you'll have to offer.

It's strange to see and realise that the things we had in common served to bring us apart in the end. If we lost each other somewhere along the way, then there's no going back.
I'm letting you go since it seems to be the thing you need the most right now. The world is small and we might meet again, by chance or by fortune. Farewell until then.

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I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
Maybe six feet
Ain't so far down

Comments

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Well...
This might put me in an awkward "friend of two clashing titans" position...*swallows*

[lightrobber.livejournal.com]

I'll make sure that it doesn't happen.
'sides. There will be no clashing whatsoever, as far as I can see.

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Uh huh...just...something tells me these epic clashes of drama-filled proportions don't really work by rolling over and dying whenever someone shows the mental firmament to stop it by sheer...mindrays? I mean, even Noa might have trouble there with his insane bored!haxxor skillz...

And Bakura would laugh. He would laugh tremendously and britishly. (Not an adverb, yo.) And I'll have to sit here being all geek fanficcist and get laughed at by Florence-Kitty-man.
Plus I play as him.
It's demeaning, and my mental soils are trembling at the very thought.

It sounds like a bad fanfic, mmkay? Not good, that.

[lightrobber.livejournal.com]

If it is a bad fanfic, we must rewrite, don't you think?

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Ah, but you misunderstand me. This is one of those fanfics so bad you spend hours deleting it, then sit there and type the word "and" at the top of your screen. You stare at it for several hours. You delete it and replace it with "the" or "but" only to delete it again.

It sucks you dry like Bakura before he puts on his girly lotions for sensitive skin, and eats your ideas out of your brains and so kills off the leeching plotweevil infestation.

BAD FIC. This goes beyond rewriting. You delete it whilst wearing a gas mask and full radioactivity gear that makes you look FAT.
Bakura hates looking fat.
Noa laughs at him when he does and tells him to lay off the sweets.
Bakura doesn't eat sweets.

Bad.
BAAAAAAAAAAAD.
*arm flailing in punctuation*

If you don't delete it, it sits in three-deep of folders

[lightrobber.livejournal.com]

But if you delete it, the ghost of it keeps on haunting you forever.

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Yes but I sent you that fic on what to do with the "ghost in the machine", didn't I? XD

[lightrobber.livejournal.com]

Touche.

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Bakura: 1
Noa: >9000

[lightrobber.livejournal.com]

Noa will always have that one privilege.

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Of being over 9000?
Yeah...Bakura's only what...three-thousand-something? He has a ways to go. *nod*

[lightrobber.livejournal.com]

Five thousand something if we go by American standards, but yes. Does not pass go, does not collect $200.

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Does not get to take home a consolation-soul? I get the point, and I'm sending email as we speak. (Though it may suffer from mispellings and prose...)

[lightrobber.livejournal.com]

Only if it's not contagious. Worry not. Prose and misspellings are a-okay with me.

[nightmares-rod.livejournal.com]

Okay. I hope you got it. It's going to be rather difficult for me to communicate outside of email for the summer. I always have to get rather scarce, I'm afraid... *sheepish grin*

I'm still working on looking at that snippet of fic you sent me. I'll send when I'm done, okay?

[akai-moon.livejournal.com]

You? And scarce? Blashpemy! I like emails. I can read them at work via my cell phone.

Don't feel rushed with it. I can't seem to move that chapter anywhere for quite a while now. I'm hopelessly stuck.