Eric: Hm. Yes, yes... You know what this painting needs now? Ketchup. Lots and lots of ketchup. *applies liberally* *destroys*
Eric: I am attempting to remember if I've ever actually eaten my own artwork. Not recently. I did get into my clay bin once the other year. Sigh. That stuff wasn't all that cheap, you know. Addictive texture though. Chewy. Creamy. Like dirt-flavored peanut butter, with just a hint of grit? Uh. Just trust me. Tasted pretty good at the time.
OMG, the Attribute Exchange made me CRACK UP. XDDDDDD You sure do love to pick on Cornelius, don't you? ;D I like Eric's "I is a srs artist" face, and Morgan, for shame, leave that bird alone! You can't taste it anyway, I don't know why you'd even bother. Speaking of Morgan... did Myxi just decide to jump up and down on his head a few times before reclining to loftily observe her handiwork? XDDD I really like the way you draw Regelus' skin, too.
Oh goodness, what qualifies as 'normal'? XD If you 're picking these two, you mean human people without magical powahz of some kind? There's also Diana, Becca, Alan, Spencer, and Regalus. So that's like, a whole SEVEN normal human beings and a good fifth of the main cast. Making them, by definition, not normal?
Alan's a Librarian. Not usually around the place, he's their delivery guy. He's a hard-boiled cowboy from a Western novel and does his own thing for the most part.
Lots of humans, sure, but most of them have some supernatural nonsense sewn into them somewhere. I'm actually kind of annoyed now that I don't have more 'normal' leads. I mean, dozens and dozens of the supporting characters are 'normal' people, but go figure, right?
Eh, so help me, I don't write ridiculous fantasy stories to examine real people. Except that I do. *head desk* I don't even know. I just try to write awesome impossible experiences wrapped around hopefully realistic personalities.
Chicken cat was inspired by my sister's desktop background: [link] , which looks more pissed off than freaked out.
I don't think I've talked about Brogan's hand. It's just what he ended up with when the potion which shuffled his body did its business. The claw is really Brogan's only lasting complaint about himself after all these years, because he is ridiculously kindhearted and never means any harm to anyone, but he's got this one really off-putting rip-your-lungs-out talon stuck to him. He'd trim off the claws in a second, only when he becomes human again it translates into all the nails of his left hand having been painfully worn to the beds. Instead he's developed a habit of holding it behind his back or in his pocket or under a long sleeve. It's otherwise dead useful in his lab, where he handles corrosive magic and white-hot materials with it.
Yes, I think he would automatically win at jousting, considering the goal is the demount the rider... If Reese rode him, could they participate then?? I wonder if they'd both have to wear suits of armor...
Proposition is invalid because Mister Sorell is a weenie. He'd never be able to fit let alone lift armor and, irony of ironies, I seriously doubt he could stay on a horse. But we should make them attempt it anyways. Because we are the gods and we demand entertainment!
Reece, take this pole.
Reece, the pointy bit goes the other way.
Ben, no matter how fast you run, I promise you cannot catch your own tail.
PFFFBBT! I had TOTALLY forgotten what we were talking about and am laughing like a madman right now. Oh god. I'm sorry, your comment... out of context. I don't even know. I'm sorry. I have to go. I have to go stick my head in a bucket until the world makes sense again.