ADD YAKKETY SAX FOR MAXIMUM LULZ www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnHmsk…
Yep all of that old bio stuff is gone because I just didn't like looking at it.
And my friends know who they are. I shouldn't have to advertise that to the world.
Baisti Backstory 1So this is where you disappeared off to.Baisti Backstory 1 by Flareblade2000
Baisti frowned slightly at the sudden vocal intrusion on her concentration. A thunderstorm had rolled in over the plateau earlier in the day, and once the general of the Ah-Ooh army had taken the opportunity to the covered portion of her homes rooftop just as the storm broke. She wasnt sure how long she had been sitting out there, just listening to the rain and thunder and attempting to relax after a long and trying day. Until her houseguest had broken her concentration of course.
I thought you had other things to do today Meter, Baisti replied, her tone faintly irritated as she watched the Patapon diplomat take a seat in the empty chair next to her. Meter was an oddity to her; very little seemed to faze him, and from her observations over the last few weeks, trying to bully or intimidate him was about as effective as trying to stare a tree into submission.
I did, Meter answered, his tone level and
Patapon drabbleYour name is Baisti, and you are a massive coward.Patapon drabble by Flareblade2000
It should be so easy, you tell yourself. Just get out from behind this tree you’re hiding behind, say hello, introduce yourself to her, and maybe give her the bundle of flowers you have clutched in one fist if you can gather up the courage.
But you just can’t.
Despite that dull ache in your chest that makes you feel that you should be over there with her, at her side and joining in the little celebration with her and her friends and just being there with her. Every time you’ve caught a glimpse of her on the days that you do go in to visit the tribe you’ve felt the urge to go to her, much like you’ve caught sight of a good friend that you haven’t seen in a long time. But every time you’ve seen her, like right now, your feet remain glued to the ground.
You’ve never been good with large groups of people that much you remember. It’s worse with people you don’t know at all. And the