You know what breaks the ice of a return after six months of nothing? A doodle of historic AU Cid of course. C:
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Schiavona Sword
- Dated: 17th Century
- Culture: Italian, Venetian
- Place of origin: Venice
- Measurements: 115.5cm
The sword has a straight, double-edged bade of hexagonal section, slightly grooved and engraved at the first part. It also has an iron cage-hilt and pommel.
Source: Copyright 2013 © Czerny’s International Auction House S.R.L.
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Fallout 2 asks the real questions about power armor.
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It is? I mean, I suppose so? I don’t know how it originated. I just like the kissing part.
I mean, the roots are probably in the druidic fertility ritual... don’t know if need help with that but uhm...
*leans in and gives a cheek peck*
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Spoons trotted after him, feeling a lot better about her day after that whole hill falling incident. She felt so good, in fact, that she started to sing. Her voice was as golden as the rest of her, sweet and so natural, it was hard to believe it was coming from a robot.
“Sing for your supper and you’ll get you breakfast
Songbirds always eat~
If their song is sweet to hear~”
Cid almost skipped out of his skin when Spoons began to sing. Never mind her being a robot, he never expected anyone to have pipes like that. Usually he would have been worried about ferals or raiders hearing him kick a can, but he couldn’t deny a happy tune when he heard one.
“It sounds like songbirds have a pretty unreliable employer.” He gave her a grin as he knelt down next to the wall of the ruined building, peering in through the narrow basement window. He grabbed the upper edge of it and nimbly heaved himself inside before popping his head out the empty frame. “Need any help?”
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That makes two of us. Taking things a little far. I only wanted a kiss.
Oh. I think I read about this once... like it’s some old Christian tradition?
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@jinxed-bos-dood replied to your post: puts on the mistletoe hat again
So where are the two white bulls?
…are you a druid?
Mmmnooo. I don’t think I have it in me to sacrifice any animals.
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Schiavona
- Dated: circa 1660-1725
- Culture: Italian
- Measurements: overall lenght 39.7 inches (100.8cm)
Source: Copyright © 2015 iCollector
♫ It's a long way - to Tipperary
It's a looong way to gooo ♫
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“Alright… Should we meet somewhere later this evening or were you maybe looking for something a little more… Immediate?”
“Ah well... like right here and now?” Cid’s cheeks rosed a little. Wouldn’t have been the first time he had done something like that. “Didn’t peg you as a uhm... public offender.”
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“Well now you do, if you want,” he said, a little gingerly. “I’m free all night.”
“I’d love to, to be honest. I haven’t really had the time lately to... y’know.”
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“Right right.” She certainly wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She squinted her eyes as she followed his line of sight. “That’s no problem at all! Shall we?”
“I’d say after you, but I suppose I should lead the way!”
Cid’s smile was a lot brighter now. He had been a little apprehensive before, what with being faced with something unknown. But now he was more in his element as he took long strides towards their destination.
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“… What are you doing tonight? Or maybe tomorrow?”
“Nothing.” That reply came rather quickly, with a fair amount of barely curtailed enthusiasm. “I mean uhm... I got nothing planned at least.”
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“… Uh, any day? I wasn’t thinking of writing it down on a calendar or something…”
“Oh. Well I guess... I don’t know why I thought you had a specific day in mind...”
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@jinxed-bos-dood answered:
“I uhm… what if? Is that your way of asking for it ooor…?”
“… I guess you could say that.”
“I think I’d be down for it. Which day did you have in mind?”
❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞
“I uhm... what if? Is that your way of asking for it ooor...?”
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Spoons almost looked embarrassed, twisting a foot in the dirt. “Sorta, but it ain’t perfect.”
Stars were in her eyes again. Literally. It was like talking to a cartoon character. “Really, ya mean it? Gee, you’re a real stroke a luck, Mistah Cid!”
“It’s nothing, really. I found a generator a while back in the basement of a toppled over building. It’s not far off from here.”
He turned around and peered into the distance, pulling on his hat again to shield his eyes from the sun. “See, over there. It’s a bit of a rough squeeze to get inside but uhm... beggars and choosers, etcetera.”