"Excuse me?!" Hela turned around in anger. "I could have decimated those ghosts in a second if you weren't there! I do all the work, while you literally just finish them off! The killings that transpired were none of yours!"
Archer whacked them on the head with his bow. "Leave, motherfuckers, I don't want to hear you two arguing all day!" His tone of voice slowly smoothed back to professional indifference as he tried to school his expression back into boredom. "Now go to the dining hall and have some dinner at once, you must be starving. I heard that the steak today is sublime,"
Hela turned away. "No, it's fine. I'm going to have some sparring sessions with Cody-"
An arrow flew into wall right next to her head. "I insist,"
Archer whacked them on the head with his bow. "Leave, motherfuckers, I don't want to hear you two arguing all day!" His tone of voice slowly smoothed back to professional indifference as he tried to school his expression back into boredom. "Now go to the dining hall and have some dinner at once, you must be starving. I heard that the steak today is sublime,"
Hela turned away. "No, it's fine. I'm going to have some sparring sessions with Cody-"
An arrow flew into wall right next to her head. "I insist,"
Hela headed to the dining hall, peculiarly ruffled. "Ugh," She leaned back onto the wooden chair, thoroughly exhausted.
Someone slid into the chair right next to her, giving her a small peck on the cheek. "Hey, Hellfire. You okay?"
Hela sighed. "We had to fight a C-Class ghost, and I have no tolerance for any bullshit from Cody right now. We're not even going to be remunerated for our troubles!"
Today's Word of the Day is: kitschy
Kitschy, which is an adjective, is defined as "considered to be in poor taste because of excessive garishness or sentimentality, but sometimes appreciated in an ironic or knowing way".
Lyra grimaced at the decor of Mrs. Violette's home. She knew that the woman was old and eccentric, but her taste in home design was downright kitschy! Everything was decorated with a violet floral pattern, from the carpeting to the wall ornaments to the throw pillows on the meager furniture. The kitchen was no better; every piece of dishware that Mrs. Violette seemed to own was enameled with purple and green porcelain. Lyra was baffled; she wondered how a place could be everything a person both is and is not at the same time.
Today's Word of the Day is: aegis
Aegis. which is a noun, is defined as "the protection, backing, or support of a particular person or organization".
Mr. Perelli smiled as he looked upon the splendor that was the new headquarters of his business. The Cornerstone Aerial Postal Service, known colloquially as C.A.P.S., was to be his greatest contribution to the land: a postal service run almost entirely by Rito. It made perfect sense; why have your mail delivered on foot or by horse when you could have it delivered by beings who knew how to fly? There was hardly an obstacle that Mr. Perelli could think of that would prevent a Rito from getting to his destination in a timely manner, and he was happy that the Princess saw things his way. After all, his dream would never have become a reality if it were not for the Princess's aegis in the form of loans and tax breaks.
Today's Word of the Day is: querulous
Querulous, which is an adjective, is defined as:
- "full of complaints; complaining"
- "characterized by or uttered in complaint; peevish"
Conarith smiled tightly as she listened to her host complain for the second hour straight. She silently swore that Eric would perish for forcing her to have dinner with his querulous old man of a father; this man could rant about anything! It did not help that his favorite thing to complain about was the state of the world, specifically how letting other races into the city was ruining the fabric of their glorious kingdom. Conarith was so bored that she could no longer work herself up to be offended by even his most venomous, racist tirades. She shot a desperate glance to Eric who just responded with an apologetic smile.
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Hela headed to the dining hall, peculiarly ruffled. "Ugh," She leaned back onto the wooden chair, thoroughly exhausted.
Someone slid into the chair right next to her, giving her a small peck on the cheek. "Hey, Hellfire. You okay?"
Hela sighed. "We had to fight a C-Class ghost, and I have no tolerance for any bullshit from Cody right now. We're not even going to be remunerated for our troubles!"
"That bastard… what did he do this time?" April set a plate full of food in front of Hela, her hand wavering to her daggers. She stood up, holding April's hand.
"Let's head to the bastion… there's more privacy there," Hela shot a dark look at the catcallers, giving them the middle finger.
"So, how was school?" "Went as well as you'd expect…" I muttered, slinging my backpack off my shoulder and onto the table. "I bet something good happened today!" My dad chirped. I hate it when he does that. Always so cheery, when there isn't anything to be cheery about. "Nothing went well. Nothing. First I tripped in the hall then I tripped on the stairs then I dropped my lunch and had a lot of work and homework and it was awful…" "Well, aren't You querulous today." "Yes. Yes I am." I said calmly. Then, I stomped up to my room to get started on stupid algebra homework. I hate school…
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Lily groaned at the querulousness of her best friend. She got up and headed upstairs to attempt and get her to quiet down.
"Olive, if you do not shut up this minute you are not staying in the house."
She slammed open the door and Olive ran to her, panting and licking at her legs. She picked up the tiny sausage dog and kissed the top of her head.
