Birth date analysis // Seungmin - September 22nd: The Day of Restless Drive.
September 22 - Virgo/Libra
The Day Of Restless Drive
Those born on September 22 have a restless drive. Usually they bring the one they are working on to completion only to immediately set out on a new one without rest. They are also capable of handling several projects at the same time. Those born on this day have a low boredom threshold, and consequently demand challenging people and situations. They can be outgoing and dynamic types at one time, and solitary and unapproachable at another. In either case, their strong character is unmistakable.
Often September 22 people oscillate between an offensive and defensive posture. In one sense, such postures may be one and the same since a good offense is the best defense and vice-versa. Whether in a broad social context or on a personal level, the issues and ideas those born on this day are most often concerned with involve fairness and equality. In general matters pertaining to the delegation and exercise of power. In putting forth their arguments, they can be very ironic, witty and outright funny. Their humor, however, is not for everyone as it is liable to be off-beat, sardonic, perhaps even macabre.
Those born on September 22 can hide a warm heart under a forbidding exterior, but generally will only open up to people whom they deeply trust and value. Even then they may find it difficult to open all the way, principally because their orientation is highly realistic and the ironies of life all too visible to them. This day carries insight and clarity of vision both literal and figurative. September 22 people are excellent judges of character, and capable of sizing people up very quickly. Those few friends whom they allow into their inner sanctum they value most highly, usually for life.
September 22 people can often have a greater effect on those around them than they realize, and indeed can register a high degree of shock value. Because of their often disturbing impact, they should seek to be more aware of their effect on others, both friends and foes alike. True warriors in the battle of life, they must take stock of their armaments and defenses, using them judiciously and effectively, and avoid isolating and alienating themselves.
Strengths:
Individual
Perceptive
Well-directed
Weaknesses:
Guarded
Acerbic
Dark
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hiiiiii can i ask for gladiia/kaltsit..... whatever youd been craving to write for them honestly .... i need glad to break that old woman please,
(hehheehe just picture kal in the ambience synesthesia outfit-)
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"Gladiia."
"You kept me waiting."
"Only because I knew that the moment I shared a dance with you, I'd be indisposed the rest of the night."
"You knew I'd keep you to myself."
"And I needed to build my stamina to keep up with your kind of dancing. How goes the saying? 'Save the best for last'?"
"Finer praise I've yet to hear, coming from the only woman on land that can keep up with me."
"Hmm."
Kal'tsit barely lifts her hands and Gladiia has her, by the waist, by the wrist, and she threads their bodies through the passing throngs of dancing people into a waltz.
"Thank you." Kal'tsit catches hold of an exhale with which to breathe the words.
"Whatever for?"
"For whatever you like."
"I'd like it to be a great many things. I'd ask you to be more specific."
"Of course. I'll think about it."
It's the closest Gladiia has come to any sort of admission to anyone besides herself, but like always, Kal'tsit holds her heart just out of reach, keeping that vague, quiet distance, carefully measured.
The pomegranate cloistered in lofty boughs, skin peeled away, shelling blood like drops of pearl.
Gladiia knows she would break her teeth upon it for a deeper taste. She is convinced that every woman that crosses Kal'tsit's path is doomed to be a casualty of her first lover, enchanted as they are eclipsed by the smoldering maze of embers left behind in their wake.
Ironic, that one of the first lessons as a hunter is to yield to the ebb and flow of the tides. The currents will sense, then choke out, any struggle otherwise.
Their bodies slice through space across the floor. Gladiia takes her waist, lifts her aloft with a flourish and turn-
For a moment, Kal'tsit's slender form is backlit by the overhead lights, wreathing her expression in shadow. Through the deep, low cut of the garment along her back, Gladiia feels the articulation of her spine, the faint sheen of sweat upon her skin-
-and then seconds later, she sets her back down into step once more, tortured by the knowledge that were they alone, Kal'tsit would stay where she could be worshiped, held high, illuminated by that peculiar darkness that didn't cross her features aside from in her most vulnerable moments.
But Gladiia knows that even now, it's still only what Kal'tsit lets shine through the cracks. She is under no delusions.
Kal'tsit calls her out immediately.
"You look distracted."
A blink. "I am."
"Not that it hampers your dancing any. You just look like you're about to kill me."
"Only if you wanted me to. And only for as long as I could bear to part with your company."
Gladiia sets a brisker pace, improvises a turn, a challenge that Kal'tsit rises to. Effortless.
The music fades. They have ended their dance right by the exit in such a way that appears natural-
"Say that I was interested, in this little death of yours. Would you grant me that much tonight?"
"At least that much."
-But they both know better.
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The solar flare meant Mechi was doing boring stuff like mining, so every time the cooldown for The Monolith or Ms Clarabelle (our sightstealer) was up, he sprinted to do that instead. I don't think he likes manual labour lmao
Some wild people came onto the map, which Mechi was not thrilled about because one of them was a taukai xenotype (cancer people, I think), and he thought they were hella ugly. A bit rude, but Mechi hates everybody anyway, so it's understandable.
The grass is quite literally greener on this side of the fence, boomalope (the boomalope is now named Butter, and he is a very good boomalope)
More silver is always nice, and foggy rain isn't so bad.
We did not offer help to either of The Accurates.
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