Set Kixmin
@setSail
Sailor and former and one day returning captain of the trading vessel The Seawitch. She/Her. 8'1. Quads open...? (I guess). Yes my back hurts sometimes why do you ask
It got too light for me to stay out. Spent the last hour ≈atering the plants. They enjoy the sun at least. I'm seeing the dra≈back of meditation reducing my need to sleep in half, I have a lot more time on my hands to figure out ≈hat to do ≈ith. This is dangerous.
It ≈as hyperbole. I am sure there are many teals ≈ho do also care for themselves. I ≈as just remarking on the drug dealer's post. I'm sure a lot of you are capable of handling yourselves in scraps, or I hope so. The teal majority on my Alternia are all in conscripted la≈ enforcement, and I'd imagine that they keep up a training regimen. I ≈ouldn't kno≈, I have avoided them like a plague.
I am glad to be in the 10% of teals that actually care about their physique then, I guess.
I think tomorro≈ evening ≈ill be a night for taking an updated selfie. I look like ass at the moment I'll tidy up first after some more rest
Oh hello. This thing still ≈orks. I forgot it outside a ≈ipe or t≈o ago. Ho≈ is it going late light people. Sa≈ this thing catch the midday sun and rushed in and out to get it.
well i know i'm being sleepy but i screwed up my sleep so bad. hence i'm a late night person. :p
≈elcome all the same. Here is hoping that your sleep schedule can fix itself. I too have fucked up a little, I dozed off during meditation at midnight and ≈oke up near da≈n, ≈oops.
Hmm. Maybe I need that s≈ord saint badge. I've not been using my plank-blade much as of late, but it is my ≈eapon of choice.
... I also feel like maybe I've ≈alked myself into becoming something discordant ≈ith my being. I used to be drunken chaos and a flurry of steel and flesh. I've trimmed myself do≈n to the shape of order. Discipline and coordinated movements, incredible po≈er beyond normal means but. I remember fun. I ≈ant that again.
Okay, well. That power is still there even if you go have fun
...perhaps I could let loose a bit. Oh yes. Are you one of the ones that can sho≈ up ≈here you ≈ant? Some time I may need to sho≈ you the ≈ork I've put in to making this hivestem into a proper monastery.
I'd like that. We'll do that sooner rather than later
I need to be more active again, the isolation is starting to get to me.
Oh hey Set, good to see you again
You, too!
I still do yearn for yet more, of the personal variety. I've gained all of this po≈er, but it came at the cost of a social life. And this is compared to ≈hen I ≈as under 16 hour shifts aboard my ship.
There is doubt. I can't even really blame. I do think ≈ith enough honing of my skills, that cleaving a fleet ship in t≈o ≈ould be feasible. If I haven't hit the ceiling yet, ≈ho kno≈s ≈hat I'd be capable of?
Still, I ≈onder if there is more ≈ays to learn, more potential to achieve. In such a short time, I've become a master of body and blade, strength beyond strength. I can already handle myself against fuchsia at this rate (unfortunately had to find out), and I am capable of ≈hat should already be impossible. Part of me ≈onders if I should be satisfied and move on ≈ith the gifts I have achieved and live life normally, but still...
I'm starting to miss being out on the open sea, finally. The monastery has been shaping up nice, but I don't kno≈. The ≈aves call to me. Business and getting back to a ≈orkaholic lifestyle are thoughts creeping into the back of my pan.
I forget sometimes just ho≈ much I differ from fello≈ tealbloods. Far from an issue, it's just funny to consider. Most find themselves in legislaughter and legalese or la≈ enforcement even after the great collapse. I no≈ rival purples in strength and fight for ≈hat's right, not for the la≈.
.tell me about iT .preaching to the choiR
A TRO// AFTER MY OWN PUSHER >83 I RESSPECT /EGISS/ACERATORSS AND OTHER DUTIESS A/ONG THOSSE /INESS BUT I PERSSONA//Y DONT FIND MYSSE/F IN THAT OCCUPATION >8/ I A/SSO WOU/D /IKE TO THINK I FIGHT FOR WHATSS RIGHT BUT I MOSST/Y JUSST END UP DOING MY OWN THING >8/
I see a lot of injustice going on in the ≈orld, mine, any≈ay, and I have the po≈er to stop it. So ≈hy shouldn't I? I used to stick to helping ≈ith the Mecantile Guild, and I may still go back, I miss my cre≈, but at least at the moment I've got the po≈er to make great change on my o≈n.
I SHOU/D PROBAB/Y GET OUT OF HIVE MORE OFTEN AND FIND THINGSS WORTH DOING THAT ARENT HUNTING FOR MEA/SS OR WORKING AT A JOB I /OVE >8/ THERESS PROBAB/Y A FEW THINGSS I CAN DO SSOMEWHERE >8?
It ≈ouldn't hurt to take up a hobby or t≈o. I've been on a project of restoring an abandoned hivestem into a monastery of my o≈n making. Gardening, construction, and safeguarding. If nothing else it's a place of respite for travelers.
I HAVE HOBBIESS JUSST NOT ONESS THAT REA//Y DO ANYTHING FOR ANYONE BUT MYSSE/F >8/ IVE GOTTEN RATHER SSKI//ED WITH A NEED/E ASS A RESSU/T THOUGH >83 IT DEFINITE/Y WOU/DNT HURT TO PICK UP A FEW MORE THOUGH >8/
Needle, clothes making is a valuable craft, everyone needs clothes. Have you considered creating articles of clothes for those ≈ho need them?
I SSUPPOSSE THAT WOU/D BE AN EASSY P/ACE TO SSTART >83 NOT SSURE WHERE EXACT/Y I WOU/D /EAVE THESSE C/OTHESS THOUGH >8/
I'm sure there are boards and sites on trollnet for this sort of thing, support net≈orks.
I// /OOK INTO IT >8/ THANKSS FOR THE IDEA THOUGH >83
If I ≈ere in his position and someone called in drones I'd simply punch a hole through then all.
As much as I love solving problems with violence, I fear this may create some new ones~.
Perhaps. They haven't been a thing planetside for ten s≈eeps almost. I can't say I remember ho≈ dangerous it'd be to actually go through ≈ith it. I've just been able to bisect remnant drones before I ≈as able to channel po≈er through my fists and blades.
You must hail from an interesting place~! I am not worried about the drones, so much as incurring the wrath of the empire~. I don't mind being wanted, but not like that~.
More like an interesting time. Post-Imperial Collapse Alternia. My timeline is not shared by many on this site, but I've seen a fe≈.
I can scarcely imagine what a timeline would look like, without an empire~. Nonetheless that such a powerful entity would topple~.~.~. But I am joyed to meet someone like you regardless~!
The bright side to all of this is that I've never felt better. The first fe≈ ≈ipes ≈ithout #substances ≈as harsh, but things have been improving. I ≈ouldn't say that alone is the cause, though, the training and learning has changed me in ≈ays only talked about in stories.
Any≈ay. Evening aside I guess I have time to exist here. My training has started to reach a plateau, and I am not sure ≈here to climb from here, so to speak. I have reached a level of enlightenment ≈ithin myself and in understanding my place in the universe. Perhaps there is no≈here else to go from here, but I ≈ould like to try.
I'll think on a good answer to this for you
Thank you. Should I just call you an educator at this rate, you've already guided me this far?
You certainly could if you wanted
Ah. I do not think that I am training today, nor for the next fe≈ days. ≈alking is difficult. I thought I had ≈hat it took to take them on. ≈hile I ≈asn't completely ≈rong, being bold has its costs. Thanks for the fun evening, Felyan, it ≈as ≈orth it. #nsf≈ #sicknastysunday
-- setSail has uploaded a video. -- [ *Another video that seems to be recorded in the same abandoned hive complex from her last video. In the time that has transpired, she seems to be converting the space into the combination of a monastery and training dojo, with various training dummies, obstacle field, and training course. The place seems a lot more lived it. It even looks to have a garden. The feed looks like it comes from various cameras, of which the recording hops between. Ganset is spotted and focused on in the training yard. She is adorned in the alternian equivalent of a chivara, a flowing robes and cloth of black, grey, teal, and green. She looks to be going through another regimen of learning an unarmed fighting style. Strike after strike into the air, each move with a purpose, no wasted energy. At the end of each strike, the air begins to warble and static on the feed, the littlest bit. As she keeps focused, the strikes will continue and continue. Through a final flurry of hits, a blast of blue energy launches from a clenched fist, which collides with a dummy, obliterating it. This seems to catch her off-guard, falling back onto her ass as she looks at the end result. Another discovery. The feed stops and is uploaded autonomously by an autoresponder.* ]
I kno≈ for a fact that it's not flat. I jumped ≈ith too much po≈er and sa≈ the curve.