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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on May 8, 2015 11:43:29 GMT -8
Here, have some more typos! Some of these are older than others.{I am kittens!} {Very dangerous flu} {Goddess of what?} {The Book of Nico--not sure if I posted this before or not} {With whom--or what--shall we go to prom?} {Remember this, from my last dump? Have a sequel.} {Not a typo, just a fun moment} {MoF!Nesia is quickly transformed into BGO!Nesia} {A duck and a...} {The most unusual of hand-related maladies} {Asu turns me into the coolest things sometimes!} {The weather in Indonesia takes a turn for the utterly bizarre} {Hard to go back to where you already are} {COBOL is a programming language} {Suddenly, we know much more than we wanted about Ludwig's love life} {A new and improved way to spell "Kosovo," or something} {THE BULGARIAN TYPOS: The proper method of transportation} And here are some really old typos from two hard drives ago: Kugel's Greatest Hits!{From the old Manor of Fate chatbox} {Mona needs some exorcise}
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Apr 6, 2015 17:35:13 GMT -8
I've mentioned this to you before, I'm sure, but JUST IN CASE you forgot or something, the thread we arranged for is waiting for you riiight here.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Mar 2, 2015 19:51:25 GMT -8
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Mar 2, 2015 19:49:44 GMT -8
The nature of their work was dangerous, Feliks reflected. There was always a risk that any one of them might not make it home alive from any given mission. Still, it always hurt when it was one of his friends who didn't come back...
Feliks had always liked Donald for his cheery attitude and bright smile. He never had been quite as close to the Irishman as to the twin sister thereof, but he always had been fond of both of them in distinctly different ways to reflect what different people they were. Of course he would be here, to remember Donny and to show, however he could, that he had Aoife's back.
Funnily enough, the Pole had never been a Protestant funeral before, at least not that he could recall off the top of his head. Some things about it were familiar to him for obvious reasons, although the service struck him as almost casual despite the obvious weight of grief that hung over everything. He had enough time for curiosity, enough time entering the room to observe how it was decorated. And he had plenty of time, during the eulogy, to contemplate the fact that it was Vash speaking and whose bright idea was it to give a job like that to Vash Zwingli of all people? And yet, despite Vash's usual lack of eloquence, there was nothing lacking from what he said. The strength of his friendship with Donny was enough to make up for his lack of skill with respect to public speaking. The Swiss man was even presentable, Feliks noted; in fact, everyone was dressed quite appropriately, with the exception of that one woman (who was she? she looked familiar, somehow) who had made the unlikely choice to wear a brown dress and sunglasses.
The most heartbreaking part of it all, for certain, was the dog. Feliks vaguely recalled that Donny had owned a dog, and this must have been it. Accompanied by an unfamiliar man (probably one of the sociable Irishman's many friends), the dog stayed calm and polite until it was allowed to pass by Donny's coffin. The sound it made then was enough to break any heart.
Feliks tried to avoid the dog, and anyone else whose mood seemed too much like Rover's. He felt strange, being dressed all in black; it wasn't like he didn't look good, as he had made sure of that, but it was just weird to be showing his grief. His usual instinct would be to hide that behind a bright smile like the one Donny wore in the photo that had been placed above his casket. Having that defense taken away... well, it made his elegant black suit feel like nakedness.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Feb 6, 2015 22:20:19 GMT -8
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Feb 6, 2015 22:18:27 GMT -8
“Are you a homosexual?”
If Feliks hadn't had the sort of self-control that had to be trained into every agent to ensure that they wouldn't their cover at a bad moment, he might have jumped out of his skin right then and there. The question wasn't one he had heard in a while, and he had very unpleasant memories of previous iterations. Still, the kid didn't seem to be threatening, the way other people had in the past, just nervous. Feliks wasn't sure what the problem was, though, which was dangerous because he had no idea what course of action would ensure that this conversation didn't go too catastrophically wrong.
When in doubt, trust your gut. Not that Feliks' gut was nearly as fine-tuned for that purpose as most, but it wasn't like he had anything better to go on. “Why, yes I am,” he replied matter-of-factly. Probably the kid wouldn't even notice any delay, as Feliks had run through that risk assessment in a matter of seconds.
It seemed that the news didn't unsettle the boy with the strange hair any further, so the problem was probably something else. That question was shortly answered by the request the boy made, which was even more unusual than either his previous comments or his hair. Not the style—the style he asked for was a perfectly ordinary one—but the... what was that, that the boy held out for him to take?
Feliks took the large shears and looked them over, a little dubiously. He had never used such a tool for this purpose before, and couldn't imagine why he was being asked to do so now. Part of him suspected that it might be some sort of a joke.
The boy seemed too sincere for that, though, so Feliks would try taking him seriously for the moment. “I can try,” he temporized, trying a few different ways to hold the shears in order to keep control of them so that he wouldn't end up ruining the boy's hair even worse.
He whisked the drape back into place over the boy's shoulders, and set to work. The shears were large, heavy, and moved much more slowly than he was used to, but he thought he could figure it out. First to even out this choppy job here...
As he worked, he put a question to the boy. “So... mind explaining what these enormous scissors are all about?”
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Feb 4, 2015 23:02:06 GMT -8
OKAY, ICY!
I remember way back when you played Emil on Manor, and I confess that I was following all your threads there for a while because I loved how you wrote the character, so I was thrilled to see you pick up this lovely darling here.
As far as I can tell, you've only gotten better. I love seeing all the work you put into making your character a unique, three-dimensional person--certainly Emma/Emil is very different from Sheep's Eirik, even though they're based on the same canon character! I wish I could critique more, but I honestly can't think of a single thing you could do better, except for showing us this muse out and about more often!
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Jan 2, 2015 20:39:33 GMT -8
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Dec 26, 2014 0:10:39 GMT -8
Feliks picked his way through a particularly dirty alleyway, strewn with sharp glass fragments which might equally well have been from shattered windows or smashed beer bottles, and wondered once again why he had signed up for this. This bit of the Isle of Dogs was one of the dirtiest, most run-down, most broken places in London, and he was here to pick up an information drop. He must have been out of his mind to volunteer for this job; it was a lifetime away from the pretty and valuable things he loved most in life, and he had pretty much had to roll in dirt in order to blend in well enough to be safe from mugging here.
But he knew perfectly well that someone had to do this, and it was his turn. Best to just get on with it, so that it could be over as soon as possible. Besides, it was a useful reminder: most of London was not at all like this, and it was Feliks' job as an agent of MI6 to ensure that it stayed that way. Looking around at it now, he forced himself to face the fact that people lived like this, in largely-crumbled buildings clumsily repaired with cardboard that could scarcely have provided more protection from the elements than a stand of trees might, and that they did so on the same island that also housed people who had far, far more than they would ever need. It was shocking, but it was right in front of him, pointing out that he was responsible for keeping the safer homes in other parts of the city safe, so that they would not also crumble. And maybe he had a responsibility even to the people who lived here, to do something to improve their lot in life as well.
But he couldn't focus all his energy on philosophy. He had a very specific present duty to carry out, and it was important to get himself to the drop point and back without getting robbed, murdered, or robbed and murdered. The latter aspect of his task was the one that required him to pay close attention to what was going on around him.
And that was how it came to be that he noticed the voices around a corner.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Nov 30, 2014 23:19:39 GMT -8
Count me in; lemme figure out what to say... and lemme put all these in spoiler tags just in case my rambling is too rambly for the thread. {Fandoms} Hetalia, Puella Magi Madoka Magica (though please note I haven't seen the movie versions of either). All the others I can think of are either super-duper obscure or I'm incredibly weird about how I deal with them. {OTPs} For Hetalia, I ship Pol/Liet, but I would love to see any ship you could convince me is cute. (Also, worth noting that I have a decided weakness for pretty much any lesbian ship, especially a sweet one involving my dear Era.) PMMM, I ship the heck out of Madoka/Homura (in a way flavored a bit differently than more of that fandom than I like to think about... I like their friendship and would love to see it turn into a cute, non-stalkerish romance), and also happen to like Sayaka/Kyoko. {What I would be really, really happy to get} Written-things preferred, art/music/anything else you can send me over the Internet also okay! Anything involving any of my muses, because it gives me a squee to see other people thinking through my babies like I do. Anything with cute and fluffy friendships or romances is welcomed with open arms. Tragic stories where half (or the whole) of one of my OTPs gets killed off are also delightful. I'm perfectly fine with smut and gore, as long as they're accompanied by, you know, appropriately affectionate feelings. {What I can give} Written-things, mostly! I can do many kinds of writing, especially drabbles (of the fluffy or feelsy variety, either one) and short fics. I specialize in cute, humorous things... and dramatic death; usually these are two separate types of stories. Also videos, I can do highly appropriate music videos with awesome music! {What I can't give} Anything that requires interacting with the postal system, as I'm notoriously unreliable in that regard. Anything that requires skill with visual and color arts, just because I have hardly any training in drawing, and my priorities with respect to colors tend to not resemble the normal order. And it's probably safest to keep me away from most types of smut, unless you're okay with some seriously weird descriptions (because I don't want to use too many canned phrases, but most of the people who've seen my writing of that type have been deeply confused by my own words, and I can't figure out what I'm saying that's so odd).
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Nov 19, 2014 21:28:00 GMT -8
Ah, yes, now I recall! The one question that remains is this:
Where the heck could this thread be located, that would fit the bill? I recall that we were going for "a shady area," but I'm still not that great at navigating TND!London, lol.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Nov 19, 2014 21:10:44 GMT -8
Hello, there! Let's talk about plots!
Feliks and Matthew are both agents, which could be an excuse for them to be at least aware of each other's existence, and I like the idea of them being friends. They could surely find some sort of common ground to talk about (mutual love of animals, maybe?), though Feliks' behavior is... rather off-putting if you don't know him well enough to understand why he acts so oddly. Any thoughts?
Also, Pol/Can is one of my two main ships for Feliks, in case you're at all interested in playing that.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Nov 19, 2014 20:56:28 GMT -8
Mihai, Mihai, Mihai. I'm here to bring your plot thread out of the very last spot in the board. Which in the process bumps Astrit down to second-to-last, but shhhh.
We did plan, did we not, that Feliks and Mihai would know each other? Not necessarily friends, but acquaintances? They were going to have a thread, I think--who was going to start that, again?
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Nov 8, 2014 20:06:08 GMT -8
Eeeheeehee, here I am, with TWO posts since I missed a month with Feliks! Feliks Łukasiewicz | Poland | Carols and hair!
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Nov 8, 2014 20:03:54 GMT -8
The boy who came into the salon next appeared to have something wrong with his hair.
Feliks blinked and looked again. He wasn't seeing things; the boy not only showed signs of having tried to cut his own hair (apparently without the aid of, say, a mirror), but he had the most extraordinary curls on the sides of his head. Despite having worked here for some time, and thus having seen and styled plenty of different kinds of people with different kinds of hair, the hairdresser spy had never seen enormous side-spirals like these. The boy almost appeared to have ram's horns, of all things.
“Hullo, I need a trim?” the boy said, his tone making the request into a question.
Right. Aside from that one extraordinary detail (and it really was extraordinary!) this was a routine matter, exactly like any other customer who came in needing a haircut. Feliks nodded and gestured to indicate that the boy should follow him. “Right back this way, then,” he invited him, leading the way into the section of the shop where the real work happened.
Each stylist had a designated workspace. Many had photographs of their spouses or children taped to the edges of the mirrors or in little frames next to their supplies; having neither partner nor offspring, Feliks had decorated his space instead with photographs of his ponies. The only picture that broke the pattern was visibly old and taped to the wall directly above the mirror, of himself at age fifteen with his parents. He kept that one around as a reminder of where he'd come from.
The big black barber's chair was ready and waiting. Feliks whisked away the drape that sat there for cleanliness purposes and said to the boy, “Sit right down. Any special requests, what sort of look you're going for or anything?”
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