Oct. 21st, 2014 11:13 pm
pterosaur: (🎧You shall walk with me tomorrow.)

How am I doing?  If you have any criticisms, advice, or questions about how I play a time-travelling adolescent vandal in the body of a huge flying reptile with psychic powers - I love a world that lets me type sentences like that - let me know.

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Dec. 14th, 2011 09:27 pm
pterosaur: (💔Quickly lost)
[Just a shot of snow, which would be pristine if she hadn't written on it by dragging a stick through, deeply enough to show dead leaves underneath. The words are visible enough, but it's just this one part which is in frame.]

-nd ran away from:
the old crew
everyone I knew
my own species
my world
and people who n[the rest is cut off.]
pterosaur: (🌠My wounds while I squeal at the hurt.)
[The device is attached to the trunk of a tree. An enormous beaky head swings into view, one red eye looking into the screen. The beak opens and emits a series of hoarse caws and croaks. A girl's voice sounds at the same time, only vaguely in synch with the beak's movements.]

Testing. Test-ing. Okay, you either work or you don't.

The hell is this? There's a city over there. There are humans in it. Practically everyone on this network thing is human! That... should not be possible. Is this more time travel?

Oh, God, this is more time travel, isn't it. [Her head moves away from the device as she calls out. A shriek emits from her throat.] Philips, Peterefsky! Chambers! Where are you guys? Where's Loki, what happened with Moriarty?

...What is that sound?!
pterosaur: (Default)
Hey, knight or knights and your crew, whoever you are?

I have to admit, you've done some mean backjumps. Pretty much everywhere people live, you've bombed; I love the dress-ups on the bridges, and that slam in front of the hall of beginnings? Impressive. I guess your tag's the trollface. If I was you and trying to go all-city, I'd try for more throw-ups and a piece or two, a real burner, but hey, I can't handle the cannons. I'm not a writer anymore. [Except that one time in the theater parking lot. And around her nest.]

But now you're slinging my tag around. You're biting my style. That is not on. There's only one garish time traveling psychic anachronism slumming it here, and she's me. Unless there's another, in which case hey, you're awesome, we should hang out.

[She is using graffiti terminology. ...And not being entirely serious, but she is annoyed about seeing her tag a couple times. 'Time traveling' was underlined after a comment from Key. And then she gets ~flashy~. These five letters practically span from one side of the page to the other.]

pterosaur: (💠Euterpe I tender you vale)
Above's fingers were just too big to touch the crystal through the wires around it. She stared at it in frustration for a time, knowing she should give it to someone who could make use of it. Sell it, maybe.

It wasn't like she wanted to know, anyway. It wouldn't do her any good.

She picked the thing up with the tip of her beak, and paused. ...Why not. She tipped her long head back and opened her beak a fraction at a time, so the crystal in its cage slipped down gradually. Her tongue was stiffer, less flexible and sensitive than a humans', but it was pointed, and eventually she felt that tip go through the gaps in the wires and -

Above couldn't see. Somehow, this didn't provoke the lethargy that usually came over her whenever it was dark.

But that doesn't mean things can't change. )

She was splashed in glittery pink paint, and there were glittery beads around her neck.

< Damn it, > Above muttered at no one, and for a brief, terrifying moment she wished she could wrap her arms around herself. Then she shook her head viciously, and threw herself into flight.


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