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南京夜生活网:挂着微笑

2020-12-25 baby 南京夜网

他把衬衫塞进我的手时s了一下。我把它交给提加拉,说:“穿上它。”

我看了看洛兰,发现他眼神慌乱。

蒂加拉(Tigala)做完后,她正处于矮人的高度,比例很低。与Marv和Abigail身材高大的身材相比,她的肠子很粗,胳膊和腿都瘦得稀疏。她的脸也不太正确。她看上去仍然像提加拉,但没有皮毛,并且缺乏矮人的方形特征。肚子大了,她看起来只有一点点颠簸就可以滚开。

当她停止转变时,我不能笑。我尽力抑制了噪音。

“闭嘴!我说我可以靠近。” 她嘶嘶声。

我说:“我不知道亲密意味着你可以变成西瓜。” 我抬头看去,Zef和Lolan现在默默地跟我笑了。阿比盖尔的脸上也挂着微笑,但马尔夫紧紧地皱着眉头。

“你要我来还是不来?” 提加拉说。

我放声大笑,说:“是。我要你来。我会停下来。”

Tigala转过身来,开始走向楼梯。我转向泽夫,说:“你有这个吗?你以为可以藏我们吗?”

他说:“靠近阴影,我会尽力而为。” “不要做任何愚蠢的事情。” 他笑了。

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南京夜生活网:看上去他们的魔术风格很接近

2020-12-25 baby 南京夜生活网

我站起来,把奇普里放在肩膀上。“我可以看吗?” 我问。Marv点点头,当我走过去时看上去很担心。

月光透过一扇窗户照亮,照亮了阿比盖尔的脸,她的太阳穴上散发着淡淡的粉红色光芒。

“你以前见过吗?” 我背对着提加拉说。

她走过去看看。“不会。可能是魔术。幻觉魔术是紫色的。也许某种类型的魔术会变成粉红色。”

“这就是为什么她不记得了吗?侏儒弄乱了她的头?” 马夫问。

蒂加拉耸了耸肩。“我不知道。至少我没有听说过,我一直在与侏儒战斗。虽然看上去他们的魔术风格很接近。”

我说:“也许他们正在学习新的把戏。”

蒂加拉说:“我认为侏儒从未停止学习新的花样。”

“泽夫可能知道一些事情,”我说。“希望他很快就会来找我们。”

提加拉哼了一声。如果他们让他离开。”

我叹了口气,然后走回了墙,我倒在地上。我想到了Zef和Lolan面对那只房子般大小的蜥蜴。我什至不知道它叫什么。Zef可能也知道这一点,但是他不在那里告诉我。他们最好没事。

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南京夜生活网:心中充满了愤怒

2020-12-20 baby 南京夜生活网

sdfa.jpg我来到一条穿过森林的小溪。我停下来喝一杯。水与我所记得的都不一样。它是如此的新鲜和酥脆,不像布莱顿停滞的井水,甚至不像殖民地。我喝了更多,吞了下去。

当我喝酒时,我看到了我在反射回响的水中的倒影。自从离开布莱顿以来,这是我第一次见面。我脸上粗糙的棕褐色皮肤上仍然留着淡淡的油漆,粘在我浓密的黑发的角落和边缘。我的头发比上次我自己好看得多。波浪状的锁落到我的后背。

我先将水泼在脸上,然后再泼在手臂上。油漆免费了。

我站起来,想着我身上的人的衣服。一件黑色长裤上系扣子的红色外套。我记得曾对我的父母发表评论,说这些事情是多么丑陋,这是我们第一次变相穿过一群人类。这些天,我从来没有没有那些丑陋的衣服出去。我不得不混入一种生活方式。

我的父母。我想了一会儿-很遥远,以至于不确定我是否正确地记住了他们的脸。人类把它们从我手中夺走了,我心中充满了愤怒。

我撕下红色衬衫,扔在地上,然后走出裤子。我当时穿着传统的Treek服装,用简单的皮革制成。顶部遮住了我的胸围,但露出了我的胃-露出了更多类似树皮的棕褐色粗糙皮肤。一条裙子遮住了我的臀部,使我的大腿向下延伸。

我凝视着水,再次让我想起了母亲。我想起了他们从我身边带走她的那天她的样子。我想我毕竟还记得他们的脸。

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南京夜生活网: speed of delivery of thirty-three different voices

2020-12-17 baby 南京夜网

Looking back, Joe’s perception of the Last Rock posse in hindsight was somewhat surprising. They were a way overpowered group to use against what amount to a few bandits, they broadly seemed to have bumbled about with a distressing lack of any clue what they were doing—a disappointing thing to have observed after he’d dared to hope a group of proper adventurers would mean an end to Sarasio’s troubles. And, in the end, they hadn’t solved the problem like adventurers, exactly. Rather than rounding up and stomping out the White Riders, they had rallied the town and the elves, done as much to heal what was wrong with Sarasio as defend it.

That had impressed him more than anything else. He still pondered it often.

Now, the Shady Lady was back in business, which was to say raucous, bawdy, and fun. Not that the kind of fun that went on here was Joe’s cup of tea, exactly, but he was attached to the place. Half-dressed women were draped over various pieces of furniture and those of the patrons who looked like they had money to spend. Some of the crowd was clearly rough around the edges, but there were two burly men in suits with wands and cudgels lurking by the door—and now that Joe was here, there was even less danger of anybody mistreating one of the employees. The piano was blasting a spritely melody, which was slightly uncomfortable for Joe because ever since yesterday it was in need of tuning. Not enough that anyone else would notice, yet, which just made it worse.

Joe had to pause just inside, not to add drama to his entrance, but just to orient himself and parse the glut of data that washed over him. Fortunately he had enough practice at this that the room arranged itself in his mind fairly quickly, fast enough most of those present would likely not have noticed more than a momentary hesitation.

The temperature of the room and how it varied by the concentrations of bodies in different spots. Volume, intonation, and speed of delivery of thirty-three different voices. The differing proximities of different bodies to one another, and what it signified about their interactions. The minutiae of fine movements in facial muscles that expressed emotion; the less neatly organized details of body language which he had also studied carefully but did not yet have down to so precise a science. Details, details, details. Data.

In his father’s research and correspondence with professionals up in the dwarven kingdoms, Joe’s pa had found that his condition, the way he processed information differently and seemed to lack the innate grasp of social interaction that humans were supposed to have from birth, was a known phenomenon. The other thing, his gift, the way he perceived everything about the physical world in hard numbers, was something different—possibly related, not completely unheard of but altogether far less common. He’d learned to use the one to compensate for the other, with the result that while learning to read a room had taken him years and the effort had been exhausting, now that the effort was done he could read people—individually and in groups—with a degree of precision that far more sensitive and intuitive types couldn’t seem to manage.

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南京夜生活网:可悲的弱者

2020-12-17 baby 南京夜生活网

她无情地说道。“因为没有任何力气会打碎他。因为他拿走了,站起来,然后拿了更多。随便什么都可以。您对权力的需求需要满足,有能力的人会否认您。力量每次都胜过力量;一个有能力的人也许可以摧毁一个有能力的人,但是他们会留下您讨厌的那种软弱的感觉。力量是解决问题的办法。”“什么……我……”他看着她,然后看着拉乌尔,拉乌尔似乎和他一样困惑,然后回头。“怎么样?”“好吧,地狱,儿子,整个宗教都基于试图弄清楚这一点,”精灵笑着说。“这不是我的专长;我要治愈愚蠢而不是虚弱。但我会告诉你什么:从你所在的地方开始。你们男孩住在Omnist庙里,对吗?如果您想发展内在力量,那么您可以做的最好的事情之一就是学习武术。”“他们……和尚们没有教我们这一点,”拉乌尔说。

她的眉毛齐齐。“什么?”“是的,他们不是……好吧,我猜有些孩子。” Emilio喃喃道,与劳尔(Raoul)一起发酸。“那些想学习……僧侣知识的傻瓜。他们没有时间陪伴我们其余的人,只是他们关心的宗教信仰。”“嗯。我讨厌把它拆给你,男孩,但是听起来你住在一个很烂的寺庙里。”“我们知道。”拉乌尔喃喃地说。

她沉思说:“但是,这里仍然是一个机会。” “赞美诗在很大程度上依赖冥想和内心的平静;那是它自己的力量。我的建议是做到从他们那里学到什么,并尽一切努力让他们教你。这些就是您可以将自己带到那里并获得更好机会的素质。同时,先生,我会把这个想法留给你。” 她将指责的手指对准了Emilio的鼻子。“停止对小孩子们的采摘。毫无疑问,恶霸是可悲的弱者。每个人在某种程度上都知道这一点。你这样做每一次,你离开大家的痕迹背后看,谁知道怎么,你都在里面。您想停止那种感觉吗?第一步是把那些东西切掉。”

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