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unfavouredFROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
(๑′ᴗ‵๑)Ｉ Lᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ♥ very very very much!!!
FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
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FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
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FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
And I need something again...
FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
Maybe....................
(๑′ᴗ‵๑)Ｉ Lᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ♥ very very very much!!!
FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
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FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
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FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
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FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
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FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
And I need something again...
FROM: eraclea.dio@cdc.org
Maybe....................
]FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
It's a 'shop' that 'sells' home 'improvement' items.
[ Wow, that's a cute quirk to copy. He likes it??? ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
[ ADDRESS HERE, I'M LAZY, LET'S USE OUR ~IMAGINATIONS~!!! ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Have f u n on your t r i p !!!!!
It's a 'shop' that 'sells' home 'improvement' items.
[ Wow, that's a cute quirk to copy. He likes it??? ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
[ ADDRESS HERE, I'M LAZY, LET'S USE OUR ~IMAGINATIONS~!!! ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Have f u n on your t r i p !!!!!
[
Dear Mr BUG,
I am the owner of copyright in Neheda MOE (the Work).
As copyright owner, I have a number of exclusive rights under the local land-dweller Copyright Act 1968 (Cth). These exclusive rights include the right to reproduce the Work, and to publish and communicate the Work to the public (including by way of sale, broadcast or putting the Work online). It is an infringement of copyright to do any of the acts comprised in the copyright in relation to the whole or a substantial part of the Work, or to authorise such an act, without the permission or licence of the copyright owner.
It has come to my attention as I was minding my own stalking business that you have breached this copyright through tacky imitation. As you have failed to seek permission or a licence from me to do so, your conduct described above constitutes infringement of my rights of copyright. Also, this has made me pout rather a lot, thank you.
To rectify this infringement of my rights, I require that you undertake to:
immediately stop infringing my copyright;
provide me with compensatory periods of draping on you for the use of my work to date;
Youcan could confirm your acceptance of these undertakings by signing and dating a copy of this letter and returning it to me within 21 days. Sadly, you are a bug. Therefore, you have no opposable thumbs. And you cannot write.
You are now on notice as to my copyright in respect of the Work. If I do not receive an adequate response within 21 days of this letter, I will take such action as I may be advised in order to protect my rights including, without limitation, crying on Luciola, crying on Pilot, crying on Auntie, crying everywhere, legal action for injunctive relief or to recover damages without further notice to you.
I otherwise reserve all my rights.
Dio Eraclea ]
Dear Mr BUG,
I am the owner of copyright in Neheda MOE (the Work).
As copyright owner, I have a number of exclusive rights under the local land-dweller Copyright Act 1968 (Cth). These exclusive rights include the right to reproduce the Work, and to publish and communicate the Work to the public (including by way of sale, broadcast or putting the Work online). It is an infringement of copyright to do any of the acts comprised in the copyright in relation to the whole or a substantial part of the Work, or to authorise such an act, without the permission or licence of the copyright owner.
It has come to my attention as I was minding my own stalking business that you have breached this copyright through tacky imitation. As you have failed to seek permission or a licence from me to do so, your conduct described above constitutes infringement of my rights of copyright. Also, this has made me pout rather a lot, thank you.
To rectify this infringement of my rights, I require that you undertake to:
immediately stop infringing my copyright;
provide me with compensatory periods of draping on you for the use of my work to date;
You
You are now on notice as to my copyright in respect of the Work. If I do not receive an adequate response within 21 days of this letter, I will take such action as I may be advised in order to protect my rights including, without limitation, crying on Luciola, crying on Pilot, crying on Auntie, crying everywhere, legal action for injunctive relief or to recover damages without further notice to you.
I otherwise reserve all my rights.
Dio Eraclea ]
FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
I shouldn't be so proud of you and yet.
[What a dork Noh-Varr.]
I shouldn't be so proud of you and yet.
[What a dork Noh-Varr.]
FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
Do tell. Or you can show me if you're so inclined.
[And she has lots of pretty new clothes and so many pillows too many pillows]
Do tell. Or you can show me if you're so inclined.
[And she has lots of pretty new clothes and so many pillows too many pillows]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
There are record stores here, Isha! Three of them!!!
[ Which of course, merits three exclamation points. We. Are. Excited!!! ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I'm in IKEA. You should come visit. I also found a dictionary, and some puzzles.
[ And shoelaces, and temp tatts, but those feel less relevant. ]
There are record stores here, Isha! Three of them!!!
[ Which of course, merits three exclamation points. We. Are. Excited!!! ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I'm in IKEA. You should come visit. I also found a dictionary, and some puzzles.
[ And shoelaces, and temp tatts, but those feel less relevant. ]
[She can tell!]
FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
Bloody hell you're going to need to give me coordinates for inside IKEA.
[But she's on her way over there from Home Depot, laden with all kinds of lock opening and lock picking goodies.]
FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
Bloody hell you're going to need to give me coordinates for inside IKEA.
[But she's on her way over there from Home Depot, laden with all kinds of lock opening and lock picking goodies.]
[
Dear Mr Too-chicken-to-talk-to-me-in-person-don't-think-I-haven't-noticed,
I take great offense at your letter, as it constitutes obvious defamation of my good character. Firstly, your use of "bug" in the pejorative implies your belief that insects are somehow inferior to yourself, when in fact, here is irrefutable proof of the contrary:
Yours truly,
I-like-Luciola-more-than-you, in-case-that-wasn't-obvious.
PS. Your hair is terrible.
PPS. I have a ship. And you don't.
]
Dear Mr Too-chicken-to-talk-to-me-in-person-don't-think-I-haven't-noticed,
I take great offense at your letter, as it constitutes obvious defamation of my good character. Firstly, your use of "bug" in the pejorative implies your belief that insects are somehow inferior to yourself, when in fact, here is irrefutable proof of the contrary:
A - some of them can fly, including but not limited to cockroaches,FURTHERMORE, your insistence that I have breached your copyright is in direct contradiction with fair use terms, which include allowances "for a limited and “transformative” purpose, such as to comment upon, criticize, or parody a copyrighted work." Seeing as how your moe isn't original in the first place, my use of it was indeed in parody and therefore, no draping and/or crying will be tolerated.
B - you can't fly
C - all of them know what to do on the ground better than you do.
Yours truly,
I-like-Luciola-more-than-you, in-case-that-wasn't-obvious.
PS. Your hair is terrible.
PPS. I have a ship. And you don't.
]
[ It's a small matter, so he moves away from her, taking the can with him. Absently, he sips from his soup with one hand and uses the free arm to move his record player into place, thumbing his records until that singular disc comes out. He considers it, his gaze vacant, remembering the feelings and memories he has associated with it. Soft crooning notes. Maybe Havoc will like this. Maybe she won't. But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? Music isn't always swelling happiness. ]
Here.
[ The track he puts on is, perhaps predictably, Sinnerman. It's Simone's best-known hit and one of her easiest to listen to. It opens with a brisk piano and doesn't let off.
He stands there in stark contrast to the powerful, sharp, unrelenting sound, eating slow and methodical. He doesn't look at her, his focus turned elsewhere, outwards. ]
Here.
[ The track he puts on is, perhaps predictably, Sinnerman. It's Simone's best-known hit and one of her easiest to listen to. It opens with a brisk piano and doesn't let off.
He stands there in stark contrast to the powerful, sharp, unrelenting sound, eating slow and methodical. He doesn't look at her, his focus turned elsewhere, outwards. ]
[ He sends her the coordinates--she could probably track his cuff, but it's simpler this way, and he's always obliging when it comes to her.
She'll find him arrayed on his IKEA nest like a prince, a whole mound of cushions, downy blankets and bedsheets beneath him. Warriorhead has rubbed off terribly, it seems. ]
She'll find him arrayed on his IKEA nest like a prince, a whole mound of cushions, downy blankets and bedsheets beneath him. Warriorhead has rubbed off terribly, it seems. ]
Jimi.
[ He wants to play Nina, but Sinnerman is too heavy for the mood he wants to set. He starts by presenting the album to Erwin, the jacket faded a bit from grime, but its track list is still legible. ]
I found this record recently. I want to share it with you.
[ What a strange relationship he shares with this man, he thinks, and how easy they've fallen into friendship of a kind. And what unites them? Beautiful sound. ]
[ He wants to play Nina, but Sinnerman is too heavy for the mood he wants to set. He starts by presenting the album to Erwin, the jacket faded a bit from grime, but its track list is still legible. ]
I found this record recently. I want to share it with you.
[ What a strange relationship he shares with this man, he thinks, and how easy they've fallen into friendship of a kind. And what unites them? Beautiful sound. ]
[Maybe she will, and maybe she won't. That was the thing about blank slates, she supposed. When most everything was new, everything was fascinating- even Havoc couldn't guess what music she really liked, not having listened to enough of it. Oh, she'd heard plenty in her years as an agent- radio in the background, live music at events, classical at fine restaurants, buskers on street corners.
But she'd never really listened.
So she listened now, eyes closed, thumb rubbing along the two of her fingers stiffer than the rest absently in time to the pace, paying attention to everything she could. To lyrics, to sound, to the tone of voice. To don't you know I need you? The clapping sounded like something she'd heard in completely different context, in the village square as the men and women stamped their feet and clapped their hands, as the young jumped and whirled, skirts and scarves whirling with them, fast paced, celebration.
Contrasted with the lyrics, that made her think of running, (like she'd run for five years, from the group's who wanted her dead or activated as a Contractor once more.
Her fingers kept time, slowly, a slight tap of her knee joined in.
I need you.
Havoc waits until the gap, spin of the record, to murmur,]
I like the words.
[Eyes still closed.]
But she'd never really listened.
So she listened now, eyes closed, thumb rubbing along the two of her fingers stiffer than the rest absently in time to the pace, paying attention to everything she could. To lyrics, to sound, to the tone of voice. To don't you know I need you? The clapping sounded like something she'd heard in completely different context, in the village square as the men and women stamped their feet and clapped their hands, as the young jumped and whirled, skirts and scarves whirling with them, fast paced, celebration.
Contrasted with the lyrics, that made her think of running, (like she'd run for five years, from the group's who wanted her dead or activated as a Contractor once more.
Her fingers kept time, slowly, a slight tap of her knee joined in.
I need you.
Havoc waits until the gap, spin of the record, to murmur,]
I like the words.
[Eyes still closed.]
Edited 2015-06-08 09:23 (UTC)
Well, fuck me.
[He should know very well that Isha doesn't cuss very much but this little display is cuss-worthy. It's a slice of Warriorhead all laid before her very eyes.]
You certainly fashioned yourself a prince.
[Isha herself doesn't quite look the part, but she certainly carries herself in the manner of royalty. No wonder these two got along so well.]
May I, your highness?
[Said with a smirk.]
[He should know very well that Isha doesn't cuss very much but this little display is cuss-worthy. It's a slice of Warriorhead all laid before her very eyes.]
You certainly fashioned yourself a prince.
[Isha herself doesn't quite look the part, but she certainly carries herself in the manner of royalty. No wonder these two got along so well.]
May I, your highness?
[Said with a smirk.]
[ Dear Mr Bug,
As per your sustained introduction of fair use principles, which include allowances for for a 'limited" and "transformative" purpose, such as to comment upon, criticize or parody a copyrighted work', the consortium of (1) Dio Eraclea and (2) very wounded kokoro have endeavoured to learn and apply these concepts.
Evidence pieces A.1, A.2 and A.3 included in full copy to illustrate this:
i.
God rest you merry, Bug Alien Men,
Let everything you dismay,
For Bottled Raid our Saviour
Will be used upon this Day.
To save poor souls from Poor Man's Elvis' power,
Which long time had gone cray-cray.
Which brings tidings of comfort and joy.
Comfort and joy
Tiiiiiiidings of comfort and joooooooooooooooooooy!!
ii.
To be, or not to be: that is the shirt allergy question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the way too ripped (Schwarzie) body to suffer
The slings and arrows of wistful maidenly sighs,
Or to take arms against a sea of awkward glances,
And by opposing end them? To get some clothes on: to rejoin decency;
No more; and by rejoining decency to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To not be a pervert;
To sleep: perchance to ero-dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this 24/7 bared coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes very awkward encounters of so long life;
For who would bear the dread and horror of meeting you in the (ever-nude) flesh,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud Guildsman is naturally terrified
iii.
My shiiip fetish don't...
My shiiip fetish don't...
My shiiiiiiiiip fetish don't want none if a cockroach's piloting anyway, son!!!
Bug star named Noh-Varr used to live, really, so far
Big galaxy explorer, acting like he never cares
Was in shootouts with CDC law, but cows still licked his hair
Now that's sad, sad, sad,
Picking on moe Guild boys, that is just too bad
He needs some telling, been a dreadful cad,
Making poor, weeping Eracleas really, really mad,
The consortium trusts that this educational sample will be received in the Good Faith and Benevolence in which fair use was intended.
The consortium is also still crying deeply*.
Kind regards,
Dio Eraclea
* All crying and/or draping cease-and-desist letters should be presented with a thirty-day notice**
** time is relative***
*** relativity favours draping****
**** a land-dwelling scientist probably said so ]
As per your sustained introduction of fair use principles, which include allowances for for a 'limited" and "transformative" purpose, such as to comment upon, criticize or parody a copyrighted work', the consortium of (1) Dio Eraclea and (2) very wounded kokoro have endeavoured to learn and apply these concepts.
Evidence pieces A.1, A.2 and A.3 included in full copy to illustrate this:
i.
God rest you merry, Bug Alien Men,
Let everything you dismay,
For Bottled Raid our Saviour
Will be used upon this Day.
To save poor souls from Poor Man's Elvis' power,
Which long time had gone cray-cray.
Which brings tidings of comfort and joy.
Comfort and joy
Tiiiiiiidings of comfort and joooooooooooooooooooy!!
ii.
To be, or not to be: that is the shirt allergy question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the way too ripped (Schwarzie) body to suffer
The slings and arrows of wistful maidenly sighs,
Or to take arms against a sea of awkward glances,
And by opposing end them? To get some clothes on: to rejoin decency;
No more; and by rejoining decency to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To not be a pervert;
To sleep: perchance to ero-dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this 24/7 bared coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes very awkward encounters of so long life;
For who would bear the dread and horror of meeting you in the (ever-nude) flesh,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud Guildsman is naturally terrified
iii.
My shiiip fetish don't...
My shiiip fetish don't...
My shiiiiiiiiip fetish don't want none if a cockroach's piloting anyway, son!!!
Bug star named Noh-Varr used to live, really, so far
Big galaxy explorer, acting like he never cares
Was in shootouts with CDC law, but cows still licked his hair
Now that's sad, sad, sad,
Picking on moe Guild boys, that is just too bad
He needs some telling, been a dreadful cad,
Making poor, weeping Eracleas really, really mad,
The consortium trusts that this educational sample will be received in the Good Faith and Benevolence in which fair use was intended.
The consortium is also still crying deeply*.
Kind regards,
Dio Eraclea
* All crying and/or draping cease-and-desist letters should be presented with a thirty-day notice**
** time is relative***
*** relativity favours draping****
**** a land-dwelling scientist probably said so ]
Edited 2015-06-12 20:23 (UTC)
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