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Hey Mynx, As one who has sat his fair share of exams (and most of my friends shares, and then some) I wish you all the best. I hear you have a study plan.....That is a very good idea! Must have been suggested by someone brilliant. Stick to it and you will be fine. Don't and ....... Best of studying to you. Remember luck has nothing to do with it! Go for divine intervention. epinephrine

Intensly my soul spreads its wings upon the ocean point Gently my mind lays it threads amongst the surging swell Purposefully my body steps out onto the burning sand Cautiously my spirit soars above the noisy roar Tenderly my love reaches out to find a forgotten feeling All in admiration for the beauty of creation New line - "Coiled and ready, the serpent waits"

Having been recently accepted epinephrine is in an excellent mood. He mixes another covert death for the music evangelist and a coke on the rocks for the raven. Finally he walks up to the desk and slips a note onto it, holding it down with a strange ornate flask. "Don't Touch!" he says to the others. "A special delivery for the Wyvern in celebration of him accepting my application" The note reads: "Stir three times clockwise with a gryphon feather to turn this potion into a small pile of geld. For use in emergencies only" Smiling at the others he dissapears from the room to continue exploring the hallways of the pen.

that's an easy one for me. I fear not accomplishing everything in life that I can. I guess put another way I'm scared that at the end I will have regrets about not trying something. epinephrine

Noticing a strange pulsing coming from the man sitting next to him, epinephrine gently nugdes his neighbour and asks You applying too? Here have some of this, it will calm your spirits, not to mention knock you for six. Its a "covert death", a potent potion taught to me by an old alcoholic I once met at the edge of the Earth. Enjoy. Epinephrine intorduces Mynx and the three of them strike up converstaion as they wait for the Recruiter to return.

Nonsensical subtle silliness, In response to absurd ambiguity Taking into account complex contexts Created by political perpertrators. Aaargh and I've slipped into thesis mode. Apologies. New Line: "A graceful leap into double meaning" -epinephrine

Mumbling something about not getting splashed with neon, epinephrine accepts a coffee and relaxes back into his chair. "Of course there is more to me than I let on. But I'm not one to drink coffee and tell all. Although I do have a potion for that somewhere here...Never mind. It is nice to have some company in this scary office however so perhaps a little intro to keep you entertained." "I am a student. Not in that all too familiar worldly 'I go to school' sense. I am far too old for that. Rather in an always trying to learn something new kinda way. Doesn't even have to be a serious thing. I am a big fan of humour. I bet there are lots of cool people to meet at the pen and many things to learn. And who knows maybe I might even have a few things worth contributing?" Seeing that Mynx is slowly falling asleep at his rambling (despite the excellent coffe), epinephrine shuts up and sits back to wait...

*Noticing the door ajar, epinephrine tries to slip quietly into the recruiter's office, but in his nervousness drops a potion from one of the recesses of his cloak.* Oops, I hope that doesn't stain.., or turn into anything... (Please consider the following story of a time in my past as an application to join your most excellent band of contributers.) Mixture number 79 I knew as soon as I saw it that the only outcome could be pain. My name is, well it is too hard to write in this language, so I adopt the name of the body’s own drugs, sometimes epinephrine, sometimes serotonin. But I am an alchemist and some would say even a good one. I studied many years at many great places of learning. I have read law, science and the arts. Indeed study is my passion, perhaps even my obsession. I seek out new people with new ideas and mix them in the cauldron of my brain to simmer. It was in one of these quests for new knowledge that I had learnt of an old master of mine in the east who claimed that he had discovered the secret of turning base metals into gold. And now he was dying painfully, with a mixture of old age and too many mercury fumes. I travelled six weeks to find him, this humble purveyor of potions who claimed he had at last discovered the holy grail of alchemy. “A subtle change in the process” he claimed, made “all the difference”. But now, as he held this faintly glowing ochre solution in his hand there could be no mistaking. Master Mesata of Acacia had indeed turned sulphur and mercury in gold. There would be no living with him now. And so I had spent the following weeks learning the concoction that would eventually destroy the art of the alchemist. Who would continue on the quest to find the perfect method, if now someone had discovered it already? Not I, that was certain. The hopes of fame and glory, of unspeakable wealth, and of instant legend were gone. All that remained was to learn the secret of which I had spent my life, my wealth, and my dreams, in desperate search. And now in doing so it was so simple. Just mix the base elements at such a temperature for such a time and add the…But telling you would render that night in vain. Of course there was one alternative, of which I am not proud. The cold steel that slipped so gently behind his third rib seemed to have certain irony for a mixer of metals. And as I watched all his notes and books, the works of a lifetime, burn, it was not lost on me what I had done. Fame and all that came with it were mine now, but I turned from them. What pleasure could I derive from claiming the discovery of all time? If it was after all not mine but his? Instead I mixed a gentle potion to forget and left, destined to continue my search for the way, the means; the method of corrupting base metals to gold. And somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind I am sure I already know. But to remember could only lead to one thing.. *Finding the room empty he quitely places his application on the rather large and crowded desk. turning around he finds a chair and decides to wait. Here is just as good a place as any to mix a nice relaxing potion or two..* -epinephrine

And a pleasure to meet you also. Hajimemasite. Yorosiku onegai simasu, (I believe that is how it goes). Thank you for your generous welcome. epinephrine

Ouch! So much junk food and so little time. You guys are showing some real expertise! How about cookie dough ice cream. That's a personal favorite of mine. But otherwise I'm a savories, not sweets kinda guy. You still can't go past a tasty bag of "Poppa Jacks" and the freedom of the western world (Coca Cola) to wash it all down. You can keep your fancy chocolate... epinephrine

Well spotted that man. Indeed that most excellent of natural drugs. And thank you for the feedback. I have taken the challenge of your line and then some. Constellations of citrus glitter upon the trees, Like golden binary systems Orbiting green blades elliptically. No laws of Kepler, Bind these celestial creatures Only terrestrial dependencies. Suddenly Supernova, They plummet The sky is falling. sorry about the high level of science. My teacher always tried to tell me physics could be beautiful... And a second offering especially for the cryptomancer. I stole your thoughts for this one. He gets his five year old son to play the set of drums we gave him for his birthday, An early musical gift to inspire an early musical talent. What luck that parents see those gifts that others miss, And have the courage to pursue where others leave transparent, Their disbleleif. My compliments to your son *bows respectfully* and I hope his musical talent persists. And a first line for you or others interested.. "How crisp the morning frost upon the burdened blade of grass" -epinephrine

I hardly claim to be a poet, but if you don't try nobody listens! OK all, how's this Nobody’s Listening To the cry of love unnoticed, Nobody Cares to hear The clamour of thoughts ignored. Nobody knows When I cry alone, Who wants to know Of the pain of someone they can’t heal? Nobody sees When I realise That love remains And hope remains Despite the fact that nobody’s listening Perhaps it sounds a bit cheesy but I wouldn't mind gentle feedback.. epinephrine

*picking himself up and smiling "appreciatively" at Mynx* Gee thanks, is this how you greet all newcomers? No wait don't answer that. I was introduced to your little party by a certain annoying comerade of mine. I am epinephrine the alchemist, mixer of potions, seeker of wisdom, maker of cynical observations.... at your service. *bows deeply to Mynx*

*Gingerly pokes head through door, shocked at sheer quantity of glowing stuff*. Is this the work of the mynx? Normally I hate neon, but it is just so neccessary for the brewing of cheerleader-maiming potions! Can I keep some? And perhaps a few of those gryphon feathers too.. You never know when they might be useful. *quietly pockets some and makes to leave*

I bet it is the ususal situation of a writer not having belief in their own work. Of course if that disbelief causes you to not put your work out there then you'll never know what others think... I reckon you take the risk, perhaps at first with only those you trust. After all no-one ever ends life wishing they took less risks (excpet perhaps the odd adventure guru who died in a tragic accident) After all what have you got to lose? -epinephrine Kids should not do drugs