You have just entered room "fattenupforanrpwinter."
OMG Priam: (Any preferred setting type? Library, Pub, Laboratory, Streetcorner, Casino, combat arena?)
Lithaladhwen: (Hey, Charles!)
Papa Tymisonn: (I shall play... a new, random Inustani!)
Papa Tymisonn: (Ruff!)
Besyanteo: (Nothing in particular, no.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm good with whatever. The only shocking thing is that my character is actually HERE.)
CGNakibe: (I ALONE AM BEST!! WE MUST KUNG FU FIGHT!!)
OMG Priam: (COMBAT ARENA IT IS)
Besyanteo: (ARR!)
LovelyJester has entered the room.
Besyanteo: (Hoi.)
LovelyJester: (Sorry. WAs totally killing stuff.)
Besyanteo: (Yey!)
Papa Tymisonn: (Combat arena, huh... developing an idea...)
LovelyJester: (Okay. Location. peeps. goodtimes.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Is there a fighting style unique to Inustan?)
Besyanteo: (Inustani, some random combat arena, just starting.)
Lithaladhwen: (Inustan...combat arena.)
Besyanteo: (Using Lex's favorite, Derek!)
OMG Priam: On Fidelupa's Peninsula lies a territory where, if one is brave enough and strong enough, riches are to be found in the pits.
LovelyJester: (Rock on!)
LovelyJester: (HMMM. Inustan Eh?)
OMG Priam: The most noteworthy coliseum, the Toreo Centennial Arena, is a massive, multi-platform battle center, which brings in tourists from far and wide to see the combat break out between warriors, and sometimes between crowds or even
OMG Priam: armies.
LovelyJester: (.........what the hell could I do in inustan? *plots*)
Besyanteo: (There's betting on these fights, yes? :o)
OMG Priam: The Arena itself is divided into five sections, so that several events may be taking place at the same time, and also so the crowds do not have to wait for the mess to be cleaned up in the aftermath before another event starts.
OMG Priam: There are, of course, admission points, betting zones, recruiting stations, a Healer's ward for each section, and a bevy of high-culture artifacts like markets and whathaveyou throughout the complex.
OMG Priam: *A Barnedo priest, a massive heap of hair holding a staff, walks out of one of the wards, sighing a sigh of relief. He is probably going on break.*
OMG Priam: *to the food court he walks, plodding along, stretching a little.*
OMG Priam: *numerous merchants are here, most of them selling some dish or another. Most are primarily meat, but a few vegetable dealers are around for the eccentric or the from-out-of-town.*
OMG Priam: A turnip, please.
OMG Priam: *gets a few vegetables, and searches out a spot to sit.*
Besyanteo: (... Oh. This is the part where we can jump in. o_o)
OMG Priam: (It sure is!)
Papa Tymisonn: *a female black lab inu, in garb matching her fur, and twin blades on her back, eats furiously*
Papa Tymisonn: *it's just meat chunks*
Besyanteo: *A dalmaiton inujin sits in the food court. He wears a thick coat closed, so no much else is visible. He seems to be looking aorund, raher than eatting anything*
OMG Priam: *sits, a few steps away from said Labrador, with a dull thud from his rear as he lands.*
Papa Tymisonn: *looks over*
Papa Tymisonn: ... is that all you're eating?
OMG Priam: ....yes?
OMG Priam: The vitamins build stamina, which I'm going to need for the rest of my shift.
Besyanteo: looks over at the conversation!*
Besyanteo: (... blah. Hate when I do that.)
Papa Tymisonn: You get enough vitamins from the veggies the lesser animals eat.
Besyanteo: <_<
OMG Priam: *shakes head* A little gingseng from Nekonia does wonders for your mind, I think.
Besyanteo: (So... I know what Dave's not in. But where's our AShley and Lex?)
Papa Tymisonn: ... don't make me gag, holy man. *eat, eat*
OMG Priam: *shrugs* By the by, congratulations. I don't see too many scars on you, which I suppose means you're winning.
Lithaladhwen: (I'm lurking until I can think of something interesting to do. I'm still here.)
Besyanteo: (Whee!)
LovelyJester: (Lex is drunk again. Lex is thinking about wheter she should Rp.)
Lithaladhwen: (I don't know that she'd be there to fight, is the thing. She'd be there out of morbid curiosity.)
Besyanteo: (And Derek's there looking for a very specific NPC! ... who won';t eb appearing tonight. Le gasp.)
OMG Priam: (The whole place is like a giant metropolis. Think Disneyland with blood.)
OMG Priam: (There is a bunch to do.)
Besyanteo: (Yay! Pirates of the Val'ri! ... OH GOD MY ARM!)
CGNakibe: (Stewie: "Its a tiny tiny world" ;_; )
Papa Tymisonn: *just continues to eat*
OMG Priam: *shrugs again*
Besyanteo: (... fuck. o_o ... Ok. Forward motion then.)
Papa Tymisonn: ...
Papa Tymisonn: Yes, I am doing well.
Besyanteo: IM: ... half tempted to go over there.
OMG Priam: *loud crunchy sound as he eats!*
Besyanteo: *he stands, and goes to go troll the shops*
Besyanteo: (... In retrospect, I should probably have used a character who'd actually be interested in the main atraction of the place.)
CGNakibe: (Hm.)
OMG Priam: *stands as well.*
Besyanteo: *So! ... Derek's busy anyway. We can reuse this font. For... That guy! In the foodcourt! He's a large German Shepherd type. Wearing... *
OMG Priam: Back to the grind...*bumps into this Aleman!*
Besyanteo: *Light mail over a pair of blue pants and a white shirt. He keeps a shortsword and buckler! And right now, he's eatting a salad. Totally not jsut to be obstinant.*
Besyanteo: (Also: ... it took me way to long to remember what Aleman was.)
OMG Priam: (I have the guide up so I can remember myself =( )
Besyanteo: (... too* e.e;-)
FFFan80: (*sneaks in a little RP-age!*)
Besyanteo: *he looks up* Eh?
FFFan80: *Entering the food course is... someone not very fuzzy at all! (gasp!)*
FFFan80: *Appears to be a young human girl, with long strawberry blonde hair, held back by a white hairband*
OMG Priam: Oop, sorry. Didn't mean to run into you, there. *dusts this guy off a little!*
Besyanteo: (CONGRATS. WE HAVE BEEN IN THIS RP FOR 30 MINUTES.)
Besyanteo: 'S fine. <.<
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, yeah, I'm here.)
FFFan80: *She wears long robes of white with red triangles, typical of Ishtarian clergy*
FFFan80: *...and promptly plops herself down in a seat, looking beat* ~_@;
OMG Priam: *sits next to her!*
Besyanteo: IM: Mmmm. Salad.
Papa Tymisonn: *rises, goes back for more food*
OMG Priam: You new here?
Besyanteo: *when he finishes, he heads off to...! REgistration! Maybe he's a newbie here. Uh oh.*
FFFan80: ...please wait your turn for treatment sir... ~_@
FFFan80: ......~_o
FFFan80: .....*goes pink in the face* *@_@*
OMG Priam: *chortles quietly*
FFFan80: Goddess I'm so sorry!
FFFan80: >_>; I'm not completely myself at the moment
OMG Priam: No worries, child. We were all like you, once.
FFFan80: I'm a bit new, yes.
Papa Tymisonn: *sits back down, RIGHT next to the innocent girl*
Besyanteo: (... half tempted to play a consciencious objector. ... Or however you would spell it.)
OMG Priam: *nod* It's hard, when you first start out. Actually, it's hard even when you've been here for a while.
OMG Priam: You mustn't forget to take care of yourself, though.
FFFan80: I suppose...
Papa Tymisonn: Indeed.
Papa Tymisonn: Knives meet throats more often than you think here...
Lithaladhwen: (I think I'm going to lurk because I suck. I'll log and whatnot.)
FFFan80: v_v; ...I do admit, it seems a bit odd treating people willingly flailing into each other for sport.
FFFan80: ....*urks slightly at the lab* o_o;
OMG Priam: Knives meet places far stranger and deadlier than throats. *gives the Lab a 'don't step to this, honkey' look*
LovelyJester: (*YAWWWWWWWWWWWWN* sorry guys. Drink plus illness, plus mental war = very sleepy lex.)
Besyanteo: (<_< ... Chuck is trying waaaay too hard to be hardcore. Is it intentional?)
LovelyJester has left the room.
Papa Tymisonn: (... sadly no.)
Papa Tymisonn: *eats s'more
Papa Tymisonn: *
Besyanteo: *He returns! Because it's not his turn yet.*
Besyanteo: IM: Eh? That old man again.
Besyanteo: *he sits down at their table!* There a meeting?
FFFan80: o.o?
Papa Tymisonn: I guess there is now.
Besyanteo: <.< >.> ... *following the awkward silence* am I interupting? I can head off.
Papa Tymisonn: No. Stay. The company is good... *bit of an evil grin*
OMG Priam: Stay if you like. This is not a restricted area.
FFFan80: *gulp*
Besyanteo: *he nods*Well, that's good to hear.
FFFan80: IM: I feel like part of that 'what doesn't belong' game from elementary school 9.9;
Papa Tymisonn: So! What is a frail little thing like you doing here?
Papa Tymisonn: *to the girl*
Besyanteo: *waits, rather than stating the obvious*
FFFan80: Me?
OMG Priam: *looks to her, with an expression that is equal parts hope, expectation, and moplike hair*
Besyanteo: (Katherine: ... Dan? o_O)
FFFan80: (/slap)
Besyanteo: (>.o)
Papa Tymisonn: Yes... I'm sure there are enough sick and dying people in Doma to take care of...
Besyanteo: (right, sorry. :{ )
Papa Tymisonn: Why come here?
Besyanteo: <_<
FFFan80: (not to be a nitpick)
FFFan80: (...but how the hell would she know that? =[ )
OMG Priam: (HU-MAN)
Besyanteo: (NO)
Besyanteo: (Hunams.)
OMG Priam: (Silly racist inustani =( )
Besyanteo: (=D)
Papa Tymisonn: (What Priam said.)
Besyanteo: Do you, uh, have a problem mister? <_<
FFFan80: ....>_>; *sweatdrops a bit at Miss Lab*
Besyanteo: (... oh, crap. Miss then.)
FFFan80: Well, truth be told, I'm here to help our sister church nearby.
Besyanteo: *looking at the Lab like he'd look at a weird bug.*
Papa Tymisonn: No. I just wonder what someone like her's... doing around here...
FFFan80: ...apparently, one of the contestants got a bit violent with one of my sister priestesses <_<;
OMG Priam: Oh? That is most unfortunate!
FFFan80: She should be fine though.
FFFan80: ...they managed to reattach most of her um, nose ^_^;
Papa Tymisonn: IM: Probably deserved it...
Besyanteo: ....
FFFan80: *What great dining conversation!*
Besyanteo: *sort of stares.*
Papa Tymisonn: *hasn't slowed her eating*
Papa Tymisonn: That's too bad.
OMG Priam: im: Wow. May have to keep an eye on those Ishtarites, if they're that careless...
FFFan80: ......
Papa Tymisonn: I wish her a speedy recovery...
FFFan80: ~_~; IM: ...way to kill the conversation Katherine...
FFFan80: Thank you. I'll be sure to pass that along to her.
OMG Priam: She has my best wishes as well.
Besyanteo: (... HM!)
Besyanteo: (Meh. Why not?)
OMG Priam: So how long have you been here?
FFFan80: About a week or so.
Besyanteo: *looking to the lab!* So. What match are you signed up for?
FFFan80: I'll probably be here about a month at least.
Papa Tymisonn: I will be taking on Ruffino.
Papa Tymisonn: *drinks some water*
Besyanteo: ...
Besyanteo: *offers a hand* I wish you luck then.
Besyanteo: Name's Ruffino, by the way. *wan smile*
FFFan80: .......
FFFan80: o_o;
OMG Priam: Oh, my. I've gotten a bit distracted, it is time for my shift to resume...
Besyanteo: (And now we have something to do. :o)
Papa Tymisonn: ... *shakes* Corrina.
Besyanteo: (Ah, the joy of random NPCs)
FFFan80: *unconciously starts sizing them both up for potential injuries* <.<; >.>;
OMG Priam: Take your time with this, child. It will become easier in time.
Besyanteo: See you in the ring. ^_^ *he stands, and goes to get ready*
Besyanteo: *For Kathy!*
FFFan80: Hm? Oh um, yes, I certainly hope so.
FFFan80: My thanks.
OMG Priam: *nods, and plods off*
Papa Tymisonn: ... this will be fun... *grin*
Besyanteo: *He's about 5'8", and atheletically built. He looks like he might be quick on his feet*
Papa Tymisonn: I should prepare as well.
OMG Priam: *over the ether conduits, a message blares, calling Corrina and Ruffino to the preparation paddocks!*
Besyanteo: *She can take that anywhere he imagination likes*
Papa Tymisonn: *is 5'10", and seems just as quick, if not quicker. But there's still a lot of power in those arms*
Besyanteo: (fik. Cold tonight.)
Papa Tymisonn: *heads that way*
Besyanteo: (*puts on Black Mages*)
Besyanteo: *totally where he needs to be!*
Besyanteo: (Wanna use window, or stick to freestyle?)
Papa Tymisonn: (1 Windows 2 Freestyle)
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 2-sided die: 2
Besyanteo: (Keepin it simple then!)
Papa Tymisonn: (Freestyle it is.)
Besyanteo: (If Priam will hold our hand through the open procedures and colloseum rules? :o)
OMG Priam: (You guys are the ones who signed up. We will presume that the two of you agreed to some sort of common rules before the match! SO YOU DO IT.)
FFFan80: (Think I'll take this opportunity to bow out, tis late =/)
FFFan80: (Night!)
Besyanteo: (Night Dave)
Lithaladhwen: (Night Dave.)
FFFan80 has left the room.
Besyanteo: (I'm not particular, so far as this character wouldn't agree to a "to the death" match.)
Papa Tymisonn: (No point.)
Besyanteo: (Hm?)
Papa Tymisonn: (In a deathmatch.)
Besyanteo: (Ah.)
Besyanteo: *And, onto the platform!*
Papa Tymisonn: *sits on the edge of hers*
Besyanteo: (And... Are we the only two really RPing now?)
OMG Priam: (Maybe!)
Papa Tymisonn: (... perhaps...)
OMG Priam: (Make it good, and random townspeople will throw money at you)
Besyanteo: (Heh.)
Besyanteo: *he waves at the people breifly with his shield arm, and then focuses on Corinna*
Besyanteo: You ready?
Papa Tymisonn: ...
Papa Tymisonn: I suppose. *rolls backwards into a fighting stance*
Besyanteo: *Yeah, yeah he's all kinds of new. She can probably take advantage of that*
Besyanteo: (And, init. :o)
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Besyanteo: (... It's in character!)
Papa Tymisonn: *... leaps at the kid, blades forward*
Besyanteo: (Chuck distracted?)
Papa Tymisonn: (... yes.)
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Besyanteo: *He darts nimbly aside!*
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Besyanteo: *And nearly trips, failing to attack as he recovers from his own dodge*
Papa Tymisonn: *capitalize!*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Besyanteo: (Der yay. Do stuff!)
Papa Tymisonn: *leave a pair of red gashes on the newbie's gullet*
Besyanteo: (Right for the neck, eh?)
Papa Tymisonn: (Not to the death, remember.)
Besyanteo: *He manages to keep his head this time, but Corinna can tell she's shaken the guy. Oh my, maybe this wasn't such a great idea*
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Besyanteo: *He moves in and slashes wildly as he tries to recompose himself, scoring a shallow cuto n the lady's arm*
Papa Tymisonn: Not bad...
Papa Tymisonn: How about THIS, then? *tries to kick him off the platform*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Besyanteo: o_o; IM: crapcrapcrapcrap
Besyanteo: OOF!
Besyanteo: *he sails! ... and he catches the side. So close!*
OMG Priam: *incoherent yelling!*
Papa Tymisonn: *looks down* You can give up, you know...
Papa Tymisonn: There's no shame...
Besyanteo: *he works to pull himself up, losing his swordi n the process. Aparently grabbign the side was morei mportan than falling off...*
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Besyanteo: *nope. Still hanging there. This is not the Aleman's day*
Papa Tymisonn: ... *STOMP*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Besyanteo: *there's a dull cracking sound. Fuck, she just broke something in that dude's hand!*
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Besyanteo: *and he loses his grip. Uh oh. What's waiting for our friendi n the pit, Johny?!*
OMG Priam: *a lot of concrete!*
Besyanteo: *Ouch! well, looks like this match is over*
OMG Priam: *thankfully, it's flat, but unthankfully, it's motherfucking rock*
Papa Tymisonn: IM: Huh. I thought that'd take longer... *resheathes her weapons*
Besyanteo: (And! Unless someone plans to jump in after this and mak life interesting?)
Papa Tymisonn: Don't you have anyone good enough to face me? GIVE ME A CHALLENGE!
OMG Priam: *Someone else jumps in!* A fecking huge pitbull with a mace!
Papa Tymisonn: (A NEW CHALLENGER!)
Papa Tymisonn: THAT'S more like it...
Besyanteo: (2P: *presses Start*)
A Rockin SN has entered the room.
Papa Tymisonn: *draws her weapons yet again*
A Rockin SN: (*can't RP has to go soon*
OMG Priam: *does the 'come on' gesture*
Papa Tymisonn: Oh, I'll let you attack first.
Papa Tymisonn: Ladies always should go first, after all...
OMG Priam: *stomp. STOMP. STOMP.*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Papa Tymisonn: *cartwheels to the side*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Papa Tymisonn: Ah! BETTER.
Papa Tymisonn: ... my turn. *goes for a pair of cutmarks on the fella's side*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
OMG Priam: *attempts to bat her aside as she approaches, but she dodges out of the way as the paw comes in*
Papa Tymisonn: *slides away* Aww. Is that all?
OMG Priam: There's plenty more where that came from. Take a whole mouthful! *swinga*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Papa Tymisonn: o.o *backflip*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Papa Tymisonn: *doesn't land gracefully*
Papa Tymisonn: *but lands, dangit*
Besyanteo: (for reference... This puts the big guy at 10 HP stil, and Corinna's now at 7.)
OMG Priam: (Nah, no hits landed yet)
Papa Tymisonn: IM: It's time to be serious, Corrina.
Besyanteo: (Eh. If you say so. :o 9 then.)
Papa Tymisonn: (No, her arm's cut.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Yeah.)
Papa Tymisonn: *run, rolls past, and goes for some backstabbery*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
OMG Priam: *roars in pain!*
OMG Priam: *Reaching behind him, he tries to grab her arm before it retracts*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Papa Tymisonn: *retract, retract!*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Papa Tymisonn: *skitter!*
Papa Tymisonn: What else have you got?
OMG Priam: *swings over his head and comes down at her!*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Papa Tymisonn: *sidesteps easily*
Papa Tymisonn: No, no, no, like this!
Papa Tymisonn: *leaps, blades behind her head, and brings them down on him!*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
OMG Priam: *brings the mace up from the ground...*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
OMG Priam: *and the two weapons clash together in midair, preventing both from causing harm this moment.*
OMG Priam: *three weapons, I guess.*
Papa Tymisonn: *bounces back and lands*
Besyanteo: (aaaand, back in a a while)
Papa Tymisonn: Now you're getting it!
Papa Tymisonn: (... is there a reason we wait for Jason?)
OMG Priam: (We're waiting for Jason?)
OMG Priam: *may or may not be getting it!*
Papa Tymisonn: Come on, big guy. Time for Lesson number Two...
OMG Priam: I'll teach you a thing or two myself! *overhead smash with one hand, the other hand back, ready for something...*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Papa Tymisonn: *slammed down*
Papa Tymisonn: IM: @_@ Fast learner...
OMG Priam: *scrapes the mace across the ground, doing a bit of grinding-of-inujin-flesh as it lifts off her*
Papa Tymisonn: *on her feet in her second, diving between his legs, to cut each one*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
OMG Priam: *sliced, marginally!*
OMG Priam: OW!
OMG Priam: *kick, hoping to propel her towards RING OUT*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Papa Tymisonn: ACK! *grabs for the edge*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Papa Tymisonn: *has two, maybe three fingers on the edge*
OMG Priam: *SMASHY WANT CLUB TINY FINGERS*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Papa Tymisonn: *tries to switch hands*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Papa Tymisonn: *doesn't have any weapons, but has a good grip on the edge*
OMG Priam: *grabs at her arm!*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Papa Tymisonn: *tries to pull herself up, thank you*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Papa Tymisonn: *JUUUUUUUUUST barely*
OMG Priam: *bats her to one side with Mr. Mace!*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Papa Tymisonn: *wasn't really in a position to dodge, so is smacked!*
Papa Tymisonn: *drags herself up*
Papa Tymisonn: ... Bad place to stand.
Papa Tymisonn: *notes he's still near the edge, and baseball slides towards him, trying to scissor trip him off the edge*
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Papa Tymisonn: (...
OMG Priam: *reacts well, but not the right way!*
Papa Tymisonn: (PHEW.)
OMG Priam: Woogh!
OMG Priam: *fall!*
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Papa Tymisonn: *stands over him*
OMG Priam: *digs claws in....but it is not enough to support his girth. FALLLLlllllll~~~*
Papa Tymisonn: ...
Besyanteo: (... how deep is that drop?)
OMG Priam: (Long enough for it to be painful, but not lethal to most people. Two stories, I'd say.)
OMG Priam: *RING OUT VICTOLY*
Papa Tymisonn: ... *hits one knee*
Papa Tymisonn: *she's in no condition to fight*
OMG Priam: *lots of people throw plenty of moneys!*
Papa Tymisonn: *collects it, and drags herself to the bottom*
OMG Priam: *priests run around, doing the first aid thing and carrying people away*
CGNakibe has left the room.
Papa Tymisonn: *inspects her bag* ... could be better.
OMG Priam: (*really not sure where to go from here!*)
Papa Tymisonn: (Infirmary?)
Papa Tymisonn: *plops down on a bed*
Papa Tymisonn: (Argh. Screw it. That's a good place to end. I want sleep.)
Papa Tymisonn: (g'night.)
Lithaladhwen: (night. I'll log or something.)