You have just entered room "weneedafix."
Syra Zemyla has entered the room.
AngeloState606 has entered the room.
CGNakibe has entered the room.
Mekta satak kai: (Dude. Cool. Is everyone here actually interested in RPing at the moment?)
AngeloState606: (I am)
Syra Zemyla: (I am!)
AngeloState606: (I'm effin' bored)
Syra Zemyla: (Though I have only an hour and a half.)
Syra Zemyla: (Have the lurkers been sent invites?)
Mekta satak kai: (Yes.)
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. I don't know what characters Tara has.)
AngeloState606: (For this RP I've got an elven bard I've been wanting to try out)
CGNakibe: (At random: has anyone else noticed how smug the Trix Rabbit has been in recent ads?)
CGNakibe: (Does he know something we don't? >:{ )
Mekta satak kai: (He's a spook.)
AngeloState606: (Surprisingly, I have seen any Trix advertisements lately)
AngeloState606: (*Haven't
AngeloState606: )
CGNakibe: (Quite possible.)
Mekta satak kai: (He steals the Trix for the UN.)
AngeloState606: (Interesting.)
AngeloState606: (Do I smell conspiracy?)
Mekta satak kai: (You do.)
CGNakibe: (Big Brother: You smell nothing. Move along, Citizen. e.e)
Syra Zemyla: (Big Brother goes e.e?)
Mekta satak kai: (Yes. And also ¬_¬ )
TaiarKino has entered the room.
Mekta satak kai: (Hey, Tai.)
TaiarKino: (...What goes on?)
Mekta satak kai: (Nothing yet.)
TaiarKino: (Ah...S'good, S'good.
TaiarKino: )
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. Any requests for characters?)
AngeloState606: (I liked 1984)
AngeloState606: (Sorry for the absense; got a call on the celly)
Mekta satak kai: (That's fine. We haven't done anything yet. =P )
TaiarKino: (*Does a little jig*)
Mekta satak kai: (Now we have.)
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. I don't have any 1984-inspired characters.)
Mekta satak kai: (I don't think she was attempting to answer your question.)
Mekta satak kai: (Also, there may be impending grocery shopping. Brian wishes to acquire food. >_> )
TaiarKino: (...Slap him! <.<...)
TaiarKino: (...For no particular reason, but...yeah.)
Syra Zemyla: (Tell him to get in the chat in your place.)
Mekta satak kai: (What? But he's ...that doesn't work at all!)
Syra Zemyla: (Only one of you needs to shop.)
Mekta satak kai: (Um...not really the case. We both eat food. It's much more efficient if both of us are present.)
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. Obviously, one of you needs to stop eating food.)
AngeloState606: (Mmm...food.)
Mekta satak kai: (We have tabletop tonight at seven, but before then there's reasonable time for RP unless I have to physically leave my computer.)
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm.)
Syra Zemyla: (Anyways, I was hoping to get this started soon.)
OnlineHost: Syra Zemyla rolled 1 99-sided die: 86
TaiarKino: (Raincheck on the RPage?)
OnlineHost: Syra Zemyla rolled 1 86-sided die: 80
AngeloState606: (I'll have to physically leave my comp at about 4...unfortunately)
Mekta satak kai: (Daien just now responded.)
OnlineHost: Syra Zemyla rolled 1 80-sided die: 31
OnlineHost: Syra Zemyla rolled 1 31-sided die: 15
OnlineHost: Syra Zemyla rolled 1 15-sided die: 2
OnlineHost: Syra Zemyla rolled 1 2-sided die: 1
Syra Zemyla: (I see...)
Mekta satak kai: (He won't be joining in.)
TaiarKino: (*Nods*)
Mekta satak kai: (Okay. I don't think I'm expected to go anywhere.)
Mekta satak kai: (Damn. I really want to play Myrnal, but she doesn't CI well at all. Hrm.)
Syra Zemyla: (Okay.)
Mekta satak kai: (Hence the reason no one here knows who the hell she is.)
Syra Zemyla: (I have chosen a character.)
Syra Zemyla: (I know who she is!)
Syra Zemyla: (There was an RP in Inustan and she was involved.)
Mekta satak kai: (She was kind of peripherally there. Depending on who else is here, I might be able to pull something out of my ass for her. Probably not but I'll keep an eye out.)
Syra Zemyla: (What about your necromancer lady?)
Mekta satak kai: (She's second gen.)
Syra Zemyla: (Ah.)
Mekta satak kai: (Quinn's daughter, of all the improbable things.)
AngeloState606: (This will be my font for this RP)
AngeloState606: (Can everyone read this?)
AngeloState606: (It's not showing up wing-dings, is it?)
TaiarKino: (Hey, Tai had kids in 2nd Gen. Improbable is no worry.)
TaiarKino: (I see it.)
Mekta satak kai: (That's actually easier than your usual font. *laughs*)
AngeloState606: (Really? Sorry, dude.)
Mekta satak kai: (No worries.)
Mekta satak kai: (Also, I have a uterus, for the record. It doesn't show in IMs or anything, but it's there.)
Mekta satak kai: (It doesn't show, does it?)
AngeloState606: (Okay, dudette.)
Syra Zemyla: (XD)
Mekta satak kai: (Zem, whom are you playing?)
Syra Zemyla: (Kenki Kenaki.)
Mekta satak kai: (Refresh my memory. Who's that?)
Syra Zemyla: (Dream mage, originally showed up in the War.)
Mekta satak kai: (Ooooh. Okay.)
Mekta satak kai: (That's right.)
Mekta satak kai: (You mentioned this person in chat once or twice.)
Syra Zemyla: (I did.)
TaiarKino: (*Rocks out*)
Syra Zemyla: (So, we need a location.)
TaiarKino: (...Yep.)
AngeloState606: (I've really only RPd in Doma, but I'm open to a new location.)
Mekta satak kai: (Tai, are you RPing?)
TaiarKino: (Soily.)
Mekta satak kai: (...?)
Mekta satak kai: (Soily?)
TaiarKino: (...I am. *Nods*)
AngeloState606: (So what does soily mean?)
TaiarKino: (It's the word ''Surely'' but all mutated.)
Mekta satak kai: (Shaun doesn't seem to be responding to poking.)
AngeloState606: (OH...three stooges style?)
TaiarKino: (...I guess so!)
Mekta satak kai: (Easy way out for me.)
Mekta satak kai: (Default option for when I have no idea what to do.)
Mekta satak kai: ( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/21521865/ )
AngeloState606: (Alrighty; are we ready to state our characters?)
TaiarKino: (I'll probably just be Tai. Or switch it up with Xero a little...But probably Tai.)
Mekta satak kai: (Setting can be whatever. Lechery is universal.)
Mekta satak kai: (Hm. I want to test that.)
TaiarKino: (...Hrrrrm...)
Mekta satak kai: (How about someplace new, like a library or museum?)
TaiarKino: (Kayo!)
AngeloState606: (Mmmm...lechery...)
Mekta satak kai: (Some generally-cultural location.)
AngeloState606: (Sounds good to me)
Syra Zemyla: (Opera might be good, but we would be more interested in the opera than in each other.)
Mekta satak kai: (Intermission at an opera?)
Syra Zemyla: (Maybe post-opera party (what the heck is it called)?)
AngeloState606: (Afterparty?)
TaiarKino: (Someone would need to do RP the Opera...>.>...Or that.)
Mekta satak kai: (Afterparty is okay. That would be amusing.)
Syra Zemyla: (That might work.)
AngeloState606: (I vote yes)
TaiarKino: (Can't argue with that.)
Mekta satak kai: (Shall I intro us up?)
AngeloState606: (Yes, ma'am)
AngeloState606: (Please do)
Mekta satak kai: *Despite the tendency of its citizens to hang out in bars and strike up conversation with strangers over miscellaneous alcoholic beverages...occasionally slightly more high-class events do attract attention from the citizenry.*
Mekta satak kai: *One such event is taking place after the opening night of a rather famous Inustani opera. An afterparty is being held at the rediculously pompous mansion of a rich opera patron.*
Syra Zemyla: (*ridiculous)
Mekta satak kai: *(Thanks.) To show his generosity and the size of his treasury, he has invited the audience members to his residence to enjoy an evening of stimulating conversation with likewise culturally-aware opera afficianados.*
Mekta satak kai: *The assortment of guests was probably not what he was expecting, but it's not like he's paying much attention to them anyway.*
Syra Zemyla: (What exactly was the opera about? They might ask.)
Mekta satak kai: *As a result, people are free to do more or less whatever they want.*
Mekta satak kai: (...A mad Inustani Paladin.)
TaiarKino: (...Oh Maaaaria...)
TaiarKino: (Is the party in Inustan or was the Opera just Inustani...?)
Mekta satak kai: (The opera was Inustani. They're in Doma.)
TaiarKino: (*Nods*)
Syra Zemyla: <Kenki Kenaki>
DeathRaySpleen has entered the room.
Mekta satak kai: (Hey Spleen.)
DeathRaySpleen: (MY LIFE FOR AIUR!)
Mekta satak kai: (How long have you been online?)
DeathRaySpleen: (A million years.)
AngeloState606: <Zyvanna: Elven bard sitting in a corner playing softly on her lute>
DeathRaySpleen: (Uh...two minutes.)
Syra Zemyla: (We are at the afterparty of an opera.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Gaera?)
Syra Zemyla: (Tara, was your character actually in the opera?)
Syra Zemyla: (No, Elemaer.)
Syra Zemyla: (Of course it's Gaera!)
AngeloState606: (No...she's just a patron)
DeathRaySpleen: (Hn. None of my Gaera characters are opera types. At all, actually.)
Mekta satak kai: (We're in Doma at an afterparty put on by a very rich Opera fan.)
Mekta satak kai: (Wait till you see what Quinn's up to....)
AngeloState606: (You could be a party crasher for booze and food)
DeathRaySpleen: (Well, except Boris, but he's in Barius.)
Mekta satak kai: (The opera was about the brave exploits of a brave -but totally mad- Inustani paladin.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Dog Quixote?)
Mekta satak kai: (Something like that.)
Syra Zemyla: (Spleen, you have made my day.)
DeathRaySpleen: (It's a gift.)
Mekta satak kai: *A grey-scaled woman with a nice set of claws and fangs is standing in a close-fitting black silk dress in a crowd of very wealthy-looking gentlemen, apparently making friends with at least one or two.*
Mekta satak kai: *She takes off a black fur coat and hands it to one of them. Hidden under the coat were two large black bat wings, which she simply folds behind her to keep them out of the way.*
Mekta satak kai: <Quinn>
Syra Zemyla: *Kenki is talking to one of the actors, while also paying peripheral attention to the derisive comments of a small group of people who are very wealthy and very drunk.*
AngeloState606: *Lowers her lute and snatches a bottle of wine from a nearby table and begins to drink it*
DeathRaySpleen: (Fork. What should I do?)
Syra Zemyla: (From the bottle?)
AngeloState606: (Yes)
Mekta satak kai: *catches a glimpse of the booze-snatching* IM: Ooh, my kind of girl.
TaiarKino: *Taiar, with his short little Ponytail and classic long black coat, leans against the refreshments table, a cup of indescriminate red liquid in his hand. He swirls it to himself, looking out at the crowd*
Syra Zemyla: (Also, Boris might be there, since Vaniyakna isn't a fool and puts agents everywhere.)
Mekta satak kai: *makes a few ostentatiously regretful excuses to her crowd of admirers and makes her way over to the lady with the alcohol*
Mekta satak kai: *she blows a kiss to Tai on her way over*
DeathRaySpleen: (Yeah, but Nezetta is in Doma.)
Syra Zemyla: (And Syra is in Baron. So what?)
TaiarKino: ...I knew I didn't attend Operas for a reason. *Tilts his head slightly in a motion which could be described as dodging the kiss* ...Rich people.
AngeloState606: *The wino is obviously an Elf; about 5 feet tall; she's wearing a corset and riding pants and boots. She has very long dark-red hair and is starting to look very relaxed, thanks to the wine.*
DeathRaySpleen: (Yeah, but Boris isn't secretly in love with Syra.)
NYClark2 has entered the room.
Syra Zemyla: (Syra: Damn good thing, too.)
Syra Zemyla: IM: Hmm, the music has stopped.
Mekta satak kai: (Quinn and Tai have met, actually...)
Mekta satak kai: (Very briefly.)
NYClark2: ( Hay guys, watz goin on in dis arepea? )
Mekta satak kai: *kneels down by the elf* Hi there. Mind if I borrow some of your wine?
DeathRaySpleen: (Clark: Die.)
AngeloState606: (Elves getting drunk)
Syra Zemyla: (We are at a post-opera party.)
TaiarKino: (I...slightly remember that. Probably because of the brievity of it. Let's say Tai isn't of the remembering though...)
DeathRaySpleen: (Who is AngeloState, anyway?)
AngeloState606: *Hands her the bottle* Go ahead.
Mekta satak kai: *grins and takes the bottle* Thanks.
AngeloState606: *She wipes her lips and watches the Succubus*
DeathRaySpleen: (OOOH. I know who to use!)
AngeloState606: (I am Me.)
Mekta satak kai: *tips it back and enjoys a bit of someone else's booze*
AngeloState606: (Tara)
Mekta satak kai: (She is me.)
NYClark2: ( Hi Me. )
Syra Zemyla: (She is also me.)
Mekta satak kai: *hands it back* I'm Quinn. How are you?
AngeloState606: *Takes the bottle and throws back a little more wine* I'm....great. The name's Zyvanna. *Holds her hand out for a shake*
NYClark2: ( So, this some kind of invitation only affair? Where is this opera party? )
AngeloState606: (Rich opera patrons house)
DeathRaySpleen: *Enter Ake Tanner! After an unsuccessful date at the opera with a girl far too concerned with her own appearance to be concerned with Ake, the martial artist has come to enjoy food and booze! But mostly booze.)
DeathRaySpleen: *(But mostly booze.)
Syra Zemyla: (After the opera, at the house of a man with more money than sense.)
Mekta satak kai: *shakes her new friend's hand and....you get the feeling she's used to using those hands for... other things.*
OMG Priam has entered the room.
Mekta satak kai: *suave little dirty massaging handshake*
TaiarKino: Things are too comfortable. Blech. *Tai scopes the area out and makes his way to the Wealthy-Drunk group near Kenki, speaking up suddenly in their conversation.*
AngeloState606: IM: I feel dirty.
NYClark2: ( Don't see how I'll be getting into this one then. )
Mekta satak kai: Nice to meet you, Zyvanna.
Mekta satak kai: (He invited just about everyone. Basically to show off how rich he is.)
AngeloState606: *She pulls her hand back and looks at her with a raised eyebrow. She looks around the room.* Think there's any "harder" booze here?
Mekta satak kai: Oh, I think I can pull a few strings.
Mekta satak kai: Want to go see what we can find?
AngeloState606: *Nods and smiles slyly* That'd be nice. It'd liven this place up a bit.
TaiarKino: *Whatever Tai is saying evidently isn't well recieved though, as the group talk quickly turns into a yelling contest between one another, one level until the fisticuffs come out*
DeathRaySpleen: *He looks distinctively uncomfortable in a formal-type suit. He's taken off his tie, he's loosened his cuffs, and he's unbuttoned his collar. Still not properly Ake though, because he's not mobile enough to punch people.*
NYClark2: ( Tai is the Dark Man? )
Mekta satak kai: *lopsided grin showing off those fangs*
Syra Zemyla: IM: Hm? Interesting. *lets the actor continue talking to his girlfriend and goes over to where Tai is*
AngeloState606: (It's easy, Clark; just drop in for alcohol...)
Mekta satak kai: Let's go ask the boys.
AngeloState606: Let's do.
Mekta satak kai: *approaches her group of admirers and lays a hand on one old man's arm*
AngeloState606: *Drinks the rest of the wine from the bottle and tosses it behind her*
Mekta satak kai: Sweetheart, do you know where we can get the...slightly more concentrated beverages? I'd be much obliged.
Mekta satak kai: *Another man speaks up* If you go back to my office it's in the desk drawer. You know where that is, right?
Mekta satak kai: Oh, I remember. *grin*
Syra Zemyla: (Also, what is Tai's argument about, now that I'm getting closer?)
Mekta satak kai: Thanks. I'm deeply in your debt. *grin*
TaiarKino: *Takes a step back from the group and observes his work: The wealthy have dropped conversation all together as two men grapple, with a certain rich vigor, drunken and unintelligible yelling overcoming all*
Mekta satak kai: *Quinn's just flashing those little fangs all over the room*
AngeloState606: IM: Yes
Mekta satak kai: *glances over to the fight* Ooh....though that IS tempting.
Syra Zemyla: Wow. I'm impressed.
TaiarKino: *Smiles* Really? It wasn't really much. <.<...
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake notices Quinn as he moves across the party.*
Mekta satak kai: Well, Zyvanna. Let's go get ourselves something to amuse ourselves. Shall we?
AngeloState606: We shall, Quinn.
AngeloState606: You're my new hero for the night.
Syra Zemyla: Out of curiosity, what did you do?
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Like the body, but I'm not feeling the claws and fangs. The wings are okay.
Mekta satak kai: *Heads back through some darkened hallways to the man's office* Oh, it's the least I can do.
Mekta satak kai: IM: If I'm your hero now, I can't wait to see what you think later.
AngeloState606: *Is following Quinn and carrying her lute on her hip*
NYClark2: ::A certain old man is surveying the booze choices, as he notices the fight:: IM: Hmph... what do those rich bastards know about fighting.
Mekta satak kai: *retrieves booze* So, you want to head back or would you like to enjoy our prize in private?
AngeloState606: *Shrugs* I'm not very excited about listening to rich old men fight...
TaiarKino: Nothing out of the ordinary. *Swirls his cup slightly* Just tried to strike up some conversation.
Mekta satak kai: Heh. That's fair.
Mekta satak kai: I'm here with our gracious host tonight. Technically.
AngeloState606: *Takes the booze from Quinn for a moment and takes a gulp of the stuff* Really?
TaiarKino: ...Maybe about some illicit activity. And then some accusations may have been made...By or by not me. <.<...
AngeloState606: *Hands it back to her* Is he as dense as he appears to be?
Mekta satak kai: Mmhm. Oh, yes.
AngeloState606: Knew it *Laughs*
Mekta satak kai: He's like a lot of older men. It's much more important to be seen out and about with a woman than it is to make any use of her. *eyeroll*
Syra Zemyla: Interesting.
Mekta satak kai: You know how it is.
AngeloState606: *Nods* Yeap...a trophy. Nothing more.
NYClark2: ::he orders a scotch, straight, double and no ice, and walks away from the booze table, and sees if there is a food table::
Mekta satak kai: *grin* Exactly.
Syra Zemyla: Anyways, it's good to meet you. I'm Kenki.
Mekta satak kai: Though he certainly has a lot of charming friends that are...now my friends, too. *sweet smile*
TaiarKino: I tried to make it as much, but I don't know how well its working. <.<...At least I'm getting a meal out of it. *Tai nods his head* Taiar.
AngeloState606: *Starts to tune the lute, almost as if it's habit and she doesn't realize she's doing it* I've no use for men...at least not now.
Mekta satak kai: Really? Your tastes run elsewhere?
NYClark2: IM: If I'm wasting my time with these people, there better be some grub out of it.
AngeloState606: No....just not interested in conquests at the present time. *Puts the lute down*
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake eats fancy finger food. Ake prefers normal finger food, especially cocktail weenies.*
AngeloState606: *Drinks again* That's good stuff. He has great taste in liquor.
Mekta satak kai: He can afford it.
DeathRaySpleen: IM: There's gotta be some ketchup in this place.
AngeloState606: Obviously *Looks around the room*
Mekta satak kai: *sits up on the desk and crosses her legs, showing most of the skin thereof*
AngeloState606: So what did you think of the opera, anyway?
Mekta satak kai: It was all right. The protagonist reminded me a little of a gentleman I used to know.
TaiarKino: What're you here for? I'm guessing it isn't the company...
AngeloState606: Really? I thought it was interesting. I like to attend operas for....inspiration.
Syra Zemyla: It's just that I like the opera and wanted a chance to talk to the actors.
Mekta satak kai: Inspiration is important. So many people just aren't enthusiastic enough about the things they enjoy.
Mekta satak kai: I find my inspiration elsewhere, but I can see the attraction.
Mekta satak kai: *smile*
AngeloState606: Yes...especially in my line of work. No inspiration...no money.
AngeloState606: *Drink!*
NYClark2: IM: Nothin but horse divorce? Hmph... no work must mean no appetite... ::Swig:: at least the booze is alright.
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake wanders over to Kenki and Taiar.* Hey, you guys know where I can get some goddamn ketchup? And maybe chicken fingers.
TaiarKino: Ah. Maybe you can tell me how to appreciate it then. <.<;;...
Mekta satak kai: *borrows the booze* And how is business?
Mekta satak kai: IM: It's always easier when you know what interests people.
AngeloState606: Thriving...for now.
Mekta satak kai: IM: If you talk about what they care about, you build a rapport.
DeathRaySpleen: I like the stuffed mushrooms they're serving, but that's pretty much it.
Mekta satak kai: IM: Makes it easier to get better acquainted.
Mekta satak kai: Ah. Well that's good to hear.
Syra Zemyla: No, most rich old people don't appreciate catsup.
AngeloState606: Yes...but who knows where I'll be in a month...
AngeloState606: I'm notorious for wanderlust. Can't stand to be in any one place for an extended period of time.
Mekta satak kai: Hm. Sometimes it's hard to tell where you're going to be sleeping in a couple of nights, let alone planning that far ahead.
DeathRaySpleen: It's pronounced "ketchup".
Syra Zemyla: To you, maybe.
AngeloState606: Very true.
TaiarKino: ...Wait, what? That one went over my head.
Mekta satak kai: So, how long have you been here already?
NYClark2: ::Walks over to Tai, (Spleen) and (Zem):: Hm... what are you kids doing hanging around all these stuffy old farts? ::swig::
AngeloState606: When inspiration runs dry in one location. then it's time to move on to the next.
DeathRaySpleen: (That'd be Ake Tanner, here.)
Syra Zemyla: (And I am Kenki.)
AngeloState606: In Doma? About 2 years...not very long.
TaiarKino: I was actually asking myself that question too. >.>...*Swirls his drink again*
DeathRaySpleen: Looking for KETCHup. *glares at Kenki*
NYClark2: ::Is an old fart himself, but that's not the point::
NYClark2: Ketchup? You won't find that here. I already looked.
Mekta satak kai: Hm. Longer than I've been here. I came over from Ka'thalar less than a year ago.
Syra Zemyla: *starts laughing. Maybe he's had a bit too much to drink?*
AngeloState606: It's rare that I've stayed anywhere longer than about 2 years...
Mekta satak kai: It's another continent a good ways from here.
AngeloState606: Really? Ka'thalar?
DeathRaySpleen: I should go and get my own.
NYClark2: Best you can find is tartary sauce.
AngeloState606: *Raises an eyebrow; DRINKS*
NYClark2: If your going to do that, you might as well get some real food to put it on.
TaiarKino: ...Tartar sauce?
Mekta satak kai: *nod* I...knew everyone there. 'Inspiration' was hard to come by. *little smile*
DeathRaySpleen: Although that kind of defeats the purpose of eating the food at the fancy party.
NYClark2: Damned if there's any here.
Mekta satak kai: So many new people here. I've taken a liking to it.
AngeloState606: Yes...there is quite the mix of individuals here. Keeps things fresh.
Syra Zemyla: ^_^ You don't come here for the food, silly. You come here for the expensive drinks.
NYClark2: ::Swig:: The booze is acceptable.
AngeloState606: I guess that's why I may stay here a little longer...who knows.
NYClark2: This kid has the right of it.
TaiarKino: I'm at a loss. I don't drink and I don't need to eat.
NYClark2: You don't?
DeathRaySpleen: I came for the cocktail weenies. There aren't cocktail weenies.
DeathRaySpleen: I have nothing to live for.
Mekta satak kai: *private smile* Oh, yes. Tonight for example. Trying to entertain myself with a bunch of repressed rich folk and I meet a like-minded young lady to booze up with.
NYClark2: What are you then?
AngeloState606: Cheers to that! *Drink*
TaiarKino: ...A non-Alcoholic? >.>...
Mekta satak kai: *griiin* Definitely.
NYClark2: Everybody has to eat something.
Mekta satak kai: *pats the desk next to her* Why don't you have a seat over here?
DeathRaySpleen: "I don't need to eat" doesn't necessarily mean "I don't eat."
Syra Zemyla: Yeah, but I've found that some people eat different things than the rest of us.
TaiarKino: ...Oh. The eating part.
NYClark2: Ahh, you ate before. Yeah, I should have done that too.
AngeloState606: IM: To trust the succubus or not to trust the succubus...
AngeloState606: *Shrugs and stands*
TaiarKino: I gorge myself on...well...er...Let's just say I enjoy a good arguement from time to time.
AngeloState606: *Takes a seat on the end of the desk*
Mekta satak kai: *chuckles*
Mekta satak kai: IM: Little timid tonight, aren't we?
NYClark2: Is that so? Yelling can be good for lettin off steam.
AngeloState606: *Drink* I think the opera tonight gave me some good new material.
TaiarKino: It's good for a little more than that for me. And filling too.
DeathRaySpleen: Wait. Does that mean you...eat...human?
Mekta satak kai: Oh, that's always good.
TaiarKino: ...*Wonders how he should anwser that*
Mekta satak kai: That mean you might be sticking around for a while?
TaiarKino: Yes.
NYClark2: Huh? What're you talkin about kid?
Mekta satak kai: (XD. Taiar.)
DeathRaySpleen: Um...
AngeloState606: Perhaps. *drink*
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake does not know how to respond. At all.*
Syra Zemyla: I doubt he's a cannibal. He doesn't have that mental... vibe.
TaiarKino: ...*Smiles at Ake. Directly at Ake.*
DeathRaySpleen: *Edges back. Edges back. Edges back.*
AngeloState606: *Picks up the lute and begins to quietly play a melody* This is what I came up with during the opera
Mekta satak kai: Hm. Good to know. I'd hate to have you go running off already. We've only just met and I don't even know whether we might be friends.
DeathRaySpleen: *TABLE OW FUCK*
Mekta satak kai: Oh, yes. A demonstration would be lovely.
AngeloState606: Words...are the next step.
TaiarKino: *Chuckles to himself and sips his drink again. A cup of indescriminate red liquid...Bloooooood?!*
NYClark2: You've got some sense of humor, kid. ::chuckles::
Mekta satak kai: Yeah? You have anything yet, or will those come later?
AngeloState606: They'll come later *Smiles* I'll never become rich through this work, but that's just fine by me.
DeathRaySpleen: Do you really...eww...I mean...
DeathRaySpleen: Why?
AngeloState606: *She has a puzzled look on her face as if she's contemplating something and then changes a note*
AngeloState606: Ah...That's much better.
NYClark2: ::swigs some more of his drink:: Ahh... time for a refill. This is where the rich folks would go "Oh Garsahn"
TaiarKino: ...Why not? And its healthy.
AngeloState606: *Drink* Oh I hope he has more of this...
TaiarKino: You are what you eat, right? Right?
Mekta satak kai: Oh, he does. By the way... That's a nice instrument. I bet you have to be pretty good with your hands to pull that off.
DeathRaySpleen: But isn't that, like, illegal?
AngeloState606: Just practice. I've been playing this instrument since I was a child...
NYClark2: Really? No wonder so many rich folks are weenies.
Syra Zemyla: *and he looks like he spots someone behind Tai*
AngeloState606: My music teacher wouldn't let me play anything else.
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake has gone from totally grossed out to morbidly and horrifiedly curious.*
TaiarKino: Only if they find you!
NYClark2: ::Walks away, chuckling and gets himself another scotch::
Syra Zemyla: Anyways, it's been nice talking to you, but I've seen someone who I haven't seen in a while.
Syra Zemyla: Have fun, and good to meet you!
NYClark2: ::And soon walks back::
Syra Zemyla: (And I have to go, WTF everyone.)
NYClark2: ( WTF Zem )
DeathRaySpleen: But, like...organs?
TaiarKino: *Nods to Kenki* Nice to meet you too.
TaiarKino: (Later!)
Mekta satak kai: (Bye, Zem.)
DeathRaySpleen: Do you eat the heart?
DeathRaySpleen: (WTF, Zem.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Also, Zem: When do I get your D&D sheet?)
Syra Zemyla: (Tomorrow.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Harha!)
TaiarKino: *Now wonders about how long he should keep this charade up* ...That's the best part.
DeathRaySpleen: (If I'm not on, combatchimp0@yahoo.com)
DeathRaySpleen: Well...are you human?
Mekta satak kai: Your teacher sounds like a very exacting tutor.
Syra Zemyla has left the room.
DeathRaySpleen: Or are you like some kind of demon or something?
AngeloState606: *She starts to play a little louder on the lute and then frustratedly runs a hard hand over the strings and one of the chords snaps in twain*
AngeloState606: =Dammit=
NYClark2: He's pulling your leg is what he is, kid.
AngeloState606: Yes...he was very...strict.
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah? And how do you know that?
TaiarKino: I'm...a kind of Demon. Yes.
Mekta satak kai: I've known a couple of the disciplinary types. They're not usually fun for very long.
AngeloState606: No....they definitely aren't.
NYClark2: Who would go talking about something like that. Don't you have any common sense?
Mekta satak kai: Too concerned with what everyone else is doing. I prefer to enjoy myself my way.
TaiarKino: ...He doesn't seem like it, but that's what making this so fun. <.<...
DeathRaySpleen: Not a bit.
AngeloState606: I put up with him for many years.
AngeloState606: Now I do what I want to do.
Mekta satak kai: Well, if you ever find yourself needing to relax after a long day of being scolded....
Mekta satak kai: I'm generally available somewhere.
AngeloState606: *Laughs* Thanks, but no one's scolding me anymore...
AngeloState606: For 16 years, no one has scolded me or told me what to do.
TaiarKino: The Old Man's got it though...I don't actually eat people. I am a demon, however.
DeathRaySpleen: Oh.
DeathRaySpleen: Really?
Mekta satak kai: *approving smile* Sounds like a good arrangement.
AngeloState606: Very much so. I believe we'll get alond just great, Quinn.
TaiarKino: Yeah.
DeathRaySpleen: Do you have, like, fangs? Let me see.
Mekta satak kai: *big grin* It certainly seems that way.
AngeloState606: *Smiles*
NYClark2: ::Looks to Tai, laughs:: You're a sharp one kid. What's your name?
TaiarKino: No, I don't have Fangs. <.<;;...Not all Demons have fangs.
AngeloState606: Wonder if they're still fighting out there...
Mekta satak kai: Everyone has their own ways of doing things. I try to accomodate whatever makes people happy.
AngeloState606: I can tell...
TaiarKino: I'm Taiar. *Nods* And you, elderly fellow? >.>...
Mekta satak kai: *glance* Probably not. None of them have the stamina to keep going this long.
OMG Priam has left the room.
AngeloState606: Well, shall we return and laugh at their drunken foolishness?
NYClark2: ::Offers a hand:: Everyone calls me Gramps.
Mekta satak kai: Sure. We can always come back and continue our conversation later. *wink*
AngeloState606: Of course...*drinks*
AngeloState606: *She picks up her disabled lute and heads back to the rest of the party*
Mekta satak kai: *hops back off the desk and follows*
TaiarKino: Gramps. *Chuckles* That sounds like something ''Those disrespectin' kids'' would come up for you. *Shakes his hand*
NYClark2: ::gives a firm shake and then release:: Gramps Silver is the whole of it.
DeathRaySpleen: Was there really that much snow when you were my age?
DeathRaySpleen: And had they really not invented shoes?
AngeloState606: What's your motive to spend time with such dull personnas, anyway?
NYClark2: No. But they had invented work. I hear it's still around, but you don't see it around here.
AngeloState606: *She sneers as they pass a clump of rich folks talking and looking down to everyone else*
TaiarKino: ...Did he really just ask that?
Mekta satak kai: By virtue of their money they collect interesting people all the time, like at these parties. As a result...
Mekta satak kai: any of the interesting ladies and gentlemen are likely as bored as I am.
DeathRaySpleen: I was joking.
Mekta satak kai: It makes it easier to get to know people when there's no one else to really talk to.
DeathRaySpleen: I'm not an idiot. And I totally knew you didn't eat human flesh.
AngeloState606: *Laughs* Makes perfect sense to me.
NYClark2: Sure kid.
TaiarKino: ...<.<...Fine, Fine...
AngeloState606: I suppose I don't really have a good reason for coming to this afterparty. I enjoyed the opera, but I don't normally attend these events.
AngeloState606: Maybe I just wanted to people-watch.
Mekta satak kai: People are good for that, among other things.
NYClark2: We did have a few bad blizzards in my youth.
AngeloState606: *Chuckles* Among other things...yes...
NYClark2: And the uphill both ways was due to the way the snow fell. It didn't stop falling ya know.
NYClark2: Not on our account.
TaiarKino: ...That sounds like good weather. Things are just cold without snow now...
Mekta satak kai: A lot of the people I grew up with didn't see it that way.
AngeloState606: Oh? How did they see it?
Mekta satak kai: To them, most people are good for one thing.... their souls.
NYClark2: Good if you have shoes or boots. Or can stay inside.
Mekta satak kai: Now, granted. There's really nothing better.
Mekta satak kai: But killing everyone you meet is no way to create lasting friendships.
NYClark2: It's not that shoes weren't invented. It's whether or not you could afford them.
Mekta satak kai: *innocent smile*
AngeloState606: *Grins* So you're into comradery?
DeathRaySpleen: Snow is awesome. Only the serious fighters come to train at the dojo, you don't get any of the whiny kids.
Mekta satak kai: Oh yes. I try to keep on good terms with the people around me.
AngeloState606: *Nods and looks around the room* That's excellent.
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake notices the girl with the wings is back in the party!*
TaiarKino: *Taps his boots on the ground at the mention of them* Ah...A fighter, hm? That kind of makes sense...
Mekta satak kai: I make occasional exceptions, but for the most part people's souls are just fine where they are.
Mekta satak kai: That man for example. *points to a haughty rich guy*
NYClark2: That explains things.
DeathRaySpleen: I own my own dojo.
AngeloState606: *Looks*
TaiarKino: *Looks to Gramps* Yeah, it does. But I didn't wanna be so open about it. ;;;>.>...
AngeloState606: He wouldn't hurt to lose his soul?
Mekta satak kai: He likes to tie people up, or alternately just asks them to "lie real still." He has a friend who likes to be polymorphed.
Mekta satak kai: There are a couple of others who aren't here with slightly odder tastes.
AngeloState606: Probably already has due to his material lust...
AngeloState606: That's very strange.
Mekta satak kai: But it's still his soul and not mine. I try to leave it where I found it.
AngeloState606: So he's into s & m?
DeathRaySpleen: Oh, don't go with the "people who fight for a living are dumb" stereotype, please. I was top of my class at an architectural college for three years before I became a martial artist.
Mekta satak kai: Pretty much.
Mekta satak kai: Nothing wrong with it. Not like he could hurt me if he tried. *grin*
AngeloState606: *Smiles like a cheshire cat* Leather....metal....oil...
Mekta satak kai: But even so. I try to be open to the ways of others. Never know when you might learn something new. *smile*
AngeloState606: Hot wax...
Mekta satak kai: IM: I think that coming to this party was a good idea.
TaiarKino: Hey, I'm trying not to. You're not making it easy though...
DeathRaySpleen: (Sexual polymorphing? *shiver*)
Mekta satak kai: Oh, yes. A classic, always.
Mekta satak kai: *flexes one hand, showing off delicate scales covering her skin*
AngeloState606: Rubber gloves...
Mekta satak kai: Like I said, I can take a lot more punishment than your average breathless young thing.
AngeloState606: Rose petals...
AngeloState606: Hmm...
Mekta satak kai: IM: She sounds like she's finally on the right track.
DeathRaySpleen: I only pretend to be dumb. Well, I have no common sense, so that's not pretending.
AngeloState606: Polymorphing, hmm?
DeathRaySpleen: But I actually know a lot of stuff.
AngeloState606: I've heard of such an individual...
NYClark2: Right. But common sense keeps you out of trouble.
AngeloState606: OH! I almost forgot...edible underwear...
TaiarKino: One would say one is more valuable than the other...
Mekta satak kai: That's a hard one to forget. *grin*
AngeloState606: *Laughs* I need more wine.
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah, but so does being able to fight.
AngeloState606: *Searches around the room*
DeathRaySpleen: And I can do that.
AngeloState606: *Spots a bottle sitting unattended*
AngeloState606: *SNATCH*
TaiarKino: ...Can't go around beating everyone. <.<;;...
Mekta satak kai: Just go take some. Smile at the right people and they'll give you anything you want.
NYClark2: Being able to fight gets you out of trouble.
NYClark2: Common sense helps you not get into trouble.
AngeloState606: *Drink*
DeathRaySpleen: Gets you out of trouble, keeps you out of trouble. Same thing.
AngeloState606: Want some? *holds the bottle out to Quinn*
Mekta satak kai: Always. *takes a sip before returning it*
NYClark2: That's exactly what I mean, kid.
Mekta satak kai: Booze doesn't do me much good anymore, but old habits die hard.
Mekta satak kai: It has other uses for me now.
DeathRaySpleen: Please stop calling me "kid". The name's Ake. Ake Tanner.
NYClark2: Hopefully you won't wind up getting in over your head someday.
AngeloState606: *Drinks* Like what?
DeathRaySpleen: I'm constantly in over my head.
Mekta satak kai: I'm, what is rather dramatically titled, a Drunken Master. Or something like that.
Mekta satak kai: I'd say I'm a professional barfighter.
AngeloState606: *Laughs*
DeathRaySpleen: That's why I enjoy my life so much.
AngeloState606: I didn't know there was such a thing, although I have witnessed many barfights...
AngeloState606: Sometimes I get really into it...
NYClark2: Well, that's one good point for you, Ake.
Mekta satak kai: Oh yeah?
DeathRaySpleen: What, not hating my life?
Mekta satak kai: IM: She's shaping up to be a good investment of my time. I think we just may get along fine.
NYClark2: Hah... I mean Enjoying it.
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah. I'm living my dream, I guess.
AngeloState606: *Drinks*
Mekta satak kai: Witnessing barfights has never been enough for me. It's hard for me to enjoy something without really throwing myself into it, you know?
AngeloState606: Yes...now, I've only been in about 3 or 4 of my own bar fights...
Mekta satak kai: *sage nod* Ah.
Mekta satak kai: Well, I can tell you. It's the most fun you can have with your clothes on.
TaiarKino: I guess if you're doing what you want most, there's nothing anyone else can say about it...
AngeloState606: *Eyes avery and she laughs* Riiiight
Mekta satak kai: Though sometimes it's better if you forgo them entirely.
AngeloState606: What? Clothes
AngeloState606: ?
Mekta satak kai: Yes. *wink*
Mekta satak kai: They can often be more of a hindrance than an asset.
AngeloState606: Well, now. That I have done...many times.
AngeloState606: But, I've taken a voluntary hiatus from it for about 60 years now...
AngeloState606: My parents didn't like it very much when they found out how permiscuous I was...
AngeloState606: *Snicker; drink*
Mekta satak kai: Ah. Last time I went that long I had trouble...restraining myself.
TaiarKino: So Gramps. Did you attend the Opera too? >.>...
Mekta satak kai: It's harder for me to keep from pulling out souls when I haven't been keeping up with ...my needs.
AngeloState606: Oh...it's all clear to me now...*laughs*
AngeloState606: How old are you, anyway?
NYClark2: Yeah, the whole family went. I got talked into it.
AngeloState606: Just curious...
DeathRaySpleen: I took a girl on a date to it.
Mekta satak kai: Oh....*counts on her fingers*
NYClark2: But I didn't understand a bit of it.
TaiarKino: Aaaah...A family man. *Nods his head*
Mekta satak kai: See, the problem is...I come from a rather odd branch of the racial family tree.
NYClark2: Well, my kids are grown, and their kids are almost grown.
Mekta satak kai: We aren't quite so soft and doll-pretty, but we live a good bit longer.
DeathRaySpleen: It turned out she was only going so she could be seen at the opera. She didn't care about me one way or another.
AngeloState606: Yes...
NYClark2: Hmph... to hell with her then.
Mekta satak kai: I'd say close to three-hundred....twenty...three? Five?
AngeloState606: Neither am I
AngeloState606: Ah...now I haven't reached that high yet....
TaiarKino: Your name fits your stage in life then, eh...Gramps?
Mekta satak kai: I don't know. That could be totally wrong.
AngeloState606: Heh...
Mekta satak kai: After the first hundred years you stop counting because, really...why?
NYClark2: Yep. It wasn't what my mother named me, if that's what you mean.
AngeloState606: Good point...
AngeloState606: I'll be 117 in 4 months...
TaiarKino: I kinda assumed as much...Otherwise, you have a strange mother.
Mekta satak kai: We'll have to throw you a party, then, won't we?
Mekta satak kai: Any excuse to get together with friends is good enough for me.
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah, that'd be cruel, naming a baby Gramps.
AngeloState606: I'll think about it *Finishes the bottle*
NYClark2: Some folks around here have some stranger monikers.
Mekta satak kai: Speaking of which....
AngeloState606: Hmm?
Mekta satak kai: If you're bored with the selection around here.... I have quite an extensive collection of exotic liquor back at my place.
Mekta satak kai: Thought I'd offer to share.
AngeloState606: IM: Tempting...
TaiarKino: True, True. It is Doma afterall...
AngeloState606: That sounds excellent, however, I've got to be getting home. I need to repair this =damned= lute so that it will be usable tomorrow.
Mekta satak kai: *little pout* That's too bad.
AngeloState606: I'll be playing at the Ivory Horn tomorrow; look me up if you decide you need help disposing of your liquor.
Mekta satak kai: I was hoping we might be able to find something to interest you.
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake snags a drink off a passing waiter!*
Mekta satak kai: I'll take a rain check, then.
Mekta satak kai: And I will definitely... be seeing you tomorrow. *smile*
AngeloState606: *Nods and turns toward the door; slaps Ake on the ass on her way out*
Mekta satak kai: IM: I really like her. She's fun.
DeathRaySpleen: Hey! What was that for?
NYClark2: Heh... was that your date?
AngeloState606: *Distant laughter*
Mekta satak kai: *walks over* Just being friendly I think.
DeathRaySpleen: No. My date's gone.
Mekta satak kai: She's a nice girl.
DeathRaySpleen: Oh, uh. Hi.
Mekta satak kai: My name's Quinn. How are you?
AngeloState606: (Sorry guys; gotta go. Lex is coming over in a little bit and I need to have the place ready for her)
NYClark2: ( Ok, later. )
Mekta satak kai: (Bye! Thanks for playing!)
TaiarKino: (Seeee ya later.)
AngeloState606: (Thanks for inviting me)
NYClark2: ( See you next mission! )
DeathRaySpleen: I'm Ake.
AngeloState606: (tah tah)
AngeloState606 has left the room.
Mekta satak kai: *little smile* Nice to meet you, Ake. Who are your friends?
NYClark2: Folks call me Gramps.
TaiarKino: Taiar.
DeathRaySpleen: Taiar doesn't eat human, no matter what he tells you.
TaiarKino: ...Well made Observation, Ake. <.<;;...
NYClark2: ::chuckles::
Mekta satak kai: We've met before, briefly. Taiar can... eat whatever makes him happy.
Mekta satak kai: You look better than the last time I saw you, Taiar.
DeathRaySpleen: (Why, because he's wearing opera clothes?)
TaiarKino: ...I don't remember what the last time you saw me was. Was I bleeding from the head?
Mekta satak kai: I had something to take care of, but I offered you a drink on my tab.
Mekta satak kai: You may have been. Wasn't paying attention. I just remember you seemed nice enough to me.
Mekta satak kai: So....how is everyone tonight?
TaiarKino: *Nods* It happens strangely often. Still though...I don't drink. I'm sorry. *Bows a little* Thank you for the offer though.
NYClark2: Not drunk enough.
DeathRaySpleen: Can't find the ketchup.
TaiarKino: ...Not as bad as them.
Mekta satak kai: Two such pressing problems.
Mekta satak kai: I don't keep much around by way of tomato products, but liquor....that's a specialty.
TaiarKino: ...You keep it on your person?
DeathRaySpleen: IM: In a dress that tight? Where would she hide it?
Mekta satak kai: You wouldn't think it, would you? *gestures down at her outfit*
NYClark2: Hard to see how you could fit a bar in there.
Mekta satak kai: I try to mooch when I can, but for new friends? I can make an exception.
TaiarKino: I'm don't imagine you could, but...Stranger things have happened.
Mekta satak kai: *pulls a black handkerchief from...somewhere around the neckline of her dress*
Mekta satak kai: One moment, boys.
Mekta satak kai: *takes an empty space on the table and lays the round black cloth out on it*
Mekta satak kai: *she reaches in and it swallows her arm up to the elbow....her hand emerges with a bottle of clear liquid in it*
NYClark2: Looks like you barely fit you in there.
Mekta satak kai: Block H mix?
Mekta satak kai: That work for you boys?
NYClark2: Nice trick.
Mekta satak kai: I have more. *wink*
NYClark2: Heh... that's some strong swill.
TaiarKino: It's all up to you two. *Sips his mysterious red liquid*
DeathRaySpleen: Portable hole?
DeathRaySpleen: *impressed*
Mekta satak kai: *pours out some Block H for her new acquaintances in the interest of getting them liquored up*
Mekta satak kai: What are you having, Taiar?
NYClark2: Yeah, what are you drinking?
TaiarKino: ...I don't...know. It was on a table somewhere. ;;>.>...
DeathRaySpleen: I thought you said you didn't drink alcohol.
Mekta satak kai: *tsktsks* You have to know what it is now that you've had some.
TaiarKino: I don't. When I know its Alcohol. *Sips his drink again*
NYClark2: What else do you think it could be?
DeathRaySpleen: Human blood.
TaiarKino: Now this!...This is just some stuff in a cup I picked up.
DeathRaySpleen: Red dye.
TaiarKino: Could be. Would certainly make me think twice about not eating people.
Mekta satak kai: *laughs*
NYClark2: Blood's thicker than that.
DeathRaySpleen: How would you know, Gramps?
NYClark2: You never bled before, fighter?
TaiarKino: If I had to say it was something, I'm gonna say Red Wine. *Holds the cup out to Quinn* Care to solve the mystery?
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah, but I didn't test its density afterwards.
Mekta satak kai: Don't mind if I do. *tries a sip*
DeathRaySpleen: *mumbles* Probably knows her boozes...
NYClark2: ::Takes a small swig of this H drink to "Test the waters"::
TaiarKino: *Yeah, It's Red Wine.*
Mekta satak kai: (It's like having a tentacle rammed down your throat...only in the good way. The drunk way.)
TaiarKino: *Rich man's Red Wine! Probably from some year before the gods were born.*
DeathRaySpleen: (Block H. Hah.)
NYClark2: ( Methusala brand Red Wine? )
DeathRaySpleen: (I almost forgot about that.)
Mekta satak kai: *hands it back* That's not bad. I had a couple bottles of this ...two years ago if I recall. I'd say take advantage of the opportunity to get it for free.
TaiarKino: *Takes it back* Eh...Eating isn't a requirement, just something I do to look normal. And...Old habits are hard to break.
NYClark2: Damn, this stuff hits you like a sledge.
DeathRaySpleen: *drinks some of his own*
NYClark2: Good stuff. ::Swig::
DeathRaySpleen: Not bad!
Mekta satak kai: The Block H is a favorite of mine. Dead man's washrag, liquid circumcision, plus about five other things.
Mekta satak kai: Lot of ingredients, but it's worth it.
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake can hold his booze, though, so he's okay.*
TaiarKino: Alcohol has the weirdest name...
NYClark2: Nah, only those mixed drinks.
Mekta satak kai: I think they're meant to be intimidating, like you have to be some kind of burly man to enjoy liquid circumcision. *shrug*
TaiarKino: I wouldn't enjoy a normal Circumcision...
DeathRaySpleen: Why would any man enjoy "liquid circumcision"?
NYClark2: I don't know about that one.
TaiarKino: ...That would be an interesting Water spell.
Mekta satak kai: You're enjoying the drink you've got, aren't you? This is a lot stronger.
Mekta satak kai: And Taiar, I really don't know that I want to think about that.
TaiarKino: I'm just saying. >.>...
Mekta satak kai: I prefer to leave those the way I find them...more or less.
Mekta satak kai: IM: I do not perform circumcisions. Liquid or otherwise.
DeathRaySpleen: (Not even for 500,000 gil?)
Mekta satak kai: (Quinn is not a damn mohel.)
DeathRaySpleen: (:D)
Mekta satak kai: *pours herself a glass and throws most of it back in one go*
NYClark2: I'd think something like Liquid Steel or Stone Crusher or a name involving fire would be a more "manly" intimidating name. But who cares what you call it you just have to drink it! ::swig::
DeathRaySpleen: I like fire. *nodnodswignod*
TaiarKino: ...Well said.
DeathRaySpleen: Wow. I am officially fed the hell up with this bad rich-people food.
Mekta satak kai: Not very filling, is it? Wouldn't you just kill for a steak?
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah.
DeathRaySpleen: Or at least bacon.
Mekta satak kai: What do you say we ditch the party and go get some real food?
TaiarKino: I'll agree to at least one of those. *Finishes up his Wine*
TaiarKino: Maybe the killing part too.
Mekta satak kai: *very pleased grin* Whatever makes you happy.
Mekta satak kai: Let me go get my coat.
Mekta satak kai: *retrieves it from some poor bastard who's still holding it for her*
TaiarKino: *Still wearing his coat, is leaning against a randomly appearing black pole when Quinn returns*
DeathRaySpleen: *wasn't wearing a coat! Just a fancy suit jacket. WHICH REMINDS HIM:*
DeathRaySpleen: I really need to change out of these clothes before I go anywhere.
Mekta satak kai: You can change at my place. I really need to get out of these clothes, too.
Besyanteo has entered the room.
Mekta satak kai: *little smile...she knows exactly what she just said...*
Mekta satak kai: (We're heading to some random eating establishment. I'm playing Quinn.)
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah, but I need my clothes.
DeathRaySpleen: I don't think I'd fit into yours.
Besyanteo: (Afternoon.)
Mekta satak kai: *chuckles* People have tried. You might be surprised.
DeathRaySpleen: (En Taro Adun, Bes.)
TaiarKino: ...Him in your clothes would be slightly disturbing.
DeathRaySpleen: Sorry, no. Not into that.
Besyanteo: (For the Swarm, Spleen. ^_^)
Mekta satak kai: *laughs again*
DeathRaySpleen: Besides, I'm too broad.
DeathRaySpleen: Look at these muscles.
Mekta satak kai: Oh, I see them.
DeathRaySpleen: *tries to show off his biceps through the suit jacket. Fails.*
Mekta satak kai: IM: I can think of a nice way to get a better look, too.
Mekta satak kai: *pulls on her coat, covering up her wings in comfy black rich-people fur-coat action*
Besyanteo: (Hm. Quinn, first gen...)
TaiarKino: ...Nice wings.
Mekta satak kai: All right, so we'll stop at your place and I suppose I'll just have to keep what I'm wearing. Deal?
Mekta satak kai: *to Taiar* Thank you. I like them.
TaiarKino: *Nods* They're nice...I have four of them on a bad day...
Mekta satak kai: Hm. I bet that gets interesting.
TaiarKino: ...More feathery than leathery though...
DeathRaySpleen: Are you going to be okay? I mean, you said you needed to get out of your good clothes.
Mekta satak kai: *chuckles* Nothing wrong with that. Feathers are.... no less useful than leather. I just happen to... get more use out of one than the other.
TaiarKino: Fair, Fair...*Nods to Quinn*
Mekta satak kai: Well, let's go, then. I suppose I'm fine with what I've got. I'll live. *long-suffering sigh* I'll get rid of them later
Besyanteo: (*grabs the list*)
Mekta satak kai: *heads out with little waves to various uninteresting rich folk*
TaiarKino: *Heads for the door and opens it up, standing at the end and holding the gateway for his compainions*
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake still isn't sure if this is innuendo or not.*
Mekta satak kai: Ah, thank you.
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 2-sided die: 2
Besyanteo: (Alllrighty then.)
Besyanteo: (Still en route to the restaurant?)
DeathRaySpleen: (About to be.)
Mekta satak kai: (Whatever works for you.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Apparently to Ake's first, I guess. I have trouble following these sorts of things, even in real life.)
Besyanteo: (I can work most anything I really need to. :o Some things are just more comfortable than others.)
Mekta satak kai: (Yes, we can just say they stopped there very briefly.)
Mekta satak kai: (Timelapse and wardrobe change.)
Besyanteo: (That works for me.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Right.)
Besyanteo: (... blehg, brb)
Mekta satak kai: *They arrive at a pub downtown...famous for good ale and simple meals at a pretty good price.*
Mekta satak kai: *Yay for pubs.*
Besyanteo: (There we go. Just had to talk with the sibling for a minute.)
Mekta satak kai: (We have found an eating establishment!)
Besyanteo: *And inside, it's all on Tai to notice or not notice...*
Besyanteo: *Oh fuck, one of those insane bastards from the old lady fight.*
Besyanteo: *With decidedly less birdshit on him today.*
Besyanteo: *For Spleen
Besyanteo: (... arg.)
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake has de-suited! He is now wearing normal Ake clothes. White, close-fitting cotton shirt under a brown leather vest, with baggy brown pants, a chain for a belt, and soft-bottomed leather boots*
Besyanteo: (Trillian is hateful)
Besyanteo: *BEsyanteo is a young man who appears clsoe to 20. His hair is a brown frizzy mess, and his features are sort of squared.*
Besyanteo: *Today the somewhat short, muscular man is again wearing his red light chest plate, white cloak, and a pair of black pants.*
TaiarKino: (Oop. Sorry, I zoned out there.)
Besyanteo: (That's fi- DAMMIT.)
TaiarKino: (People walked into my dormroom.)
Besyanteo: (*goes to reset default font*)
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake's muscles are now prominently visible!*
Besyanteo: (Test... Good.)
TaiarKino: (And...I can use what has been offered to me.)
Mekta satak kai: *slips her arm through Ake's* What do you say we all find ourselves a table?
TaiarKino: *Sees Besyanto and goes to point at him, but stops* ...Oh damn, That reminds me. I need to feed my pet, I haven't seen him since that animal fiasco.
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah, sure.
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Okay, claws and fangs aren't that bad.
Besyanteo: *Looks up! From a roast beef sandwich!* Animals? >_>;
Besyanteo: Where? <_<;
TaiarKino: ...*Coughs* Birds! Everywhere! They're after you!
Besyanteo: ... Oh. Hello again.
TaiarKino: ...Damn, That didn't have the effect I was hoping for. >.>...
Besyanteo: I think that only works on Dan.
Besyanteo: Wanna sit down?
TaiarKino: Anyhow, It's been nice meeting you Ake. Nice to see you again, Quinn. *Bows a little to the both of them*
TaiarKino: Nah...I'm just on my way out to feed my overgrown wolf.
DeathRaySpleen: Later.
Besyanteo: Ah... Alright then.
Besyanteo: Uhm, be seeing you I guess.
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake finds a table for himself and Quinn.*
TaiarKino: *Heads back out the door and disappears*
Mekta satak kai: Well, it was lovely seeing you again, Taiar.
TaiarKino: (And on that, I gooootta go.)
Besyanteo: (Seeya)
Mekta satak kai: (Bye! Thank you for RPing with us. It was fun.)
TaiarKino: (Take it easy you peoples.)
Besyanteo: (Always. :o)
TaiarKino: (I can't shake the ruuuust...)
TaiarKino has left the room.
Besyanteo: 8goes back to his sandwich*
Mekta satak kai: *winks at Besyanteo while Ake isn't looking*
Besyanteo: >_>
Besyanteo: IM: ... Nah. Just imagining it.
Besyanteo: IM: ... Right?
Besyanteo: *looks Ake over appraisingly*
Besyanteo: IM: ... And he can break me in half.
Besyanteo: <_<;
Mekta satak kai: *chuckles to herself*
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake is...here's his PS sheet.*
DeathRaySpleen: (Last long post, about 2/3 of the way down.)
Besyanteo: (Yeah, Ake could take him. ... He could take AKe too, but Ake would have to roll badly.)
Mekta satak kai: (I've been contemplating a PS sheet for Quinn. I think that...her STR might actually be higher. Because she's insane in weird ways.)
Besyanteo: (But I'm mostly going based on description: )
Mekta satak kai: (Anyway!)
Besyanteo: (Ake's a mountain of muscleyness.)
Mekta satak kai: IM: Lots of nice people wandering about tonight.
DeathRaySpleen: (Not a mountain, but he is well-toned.)
Besyanteo: (Bes is fit, but not like that.)
Besyanteo: (ANYWAY.)
Mekta satak kai: IM: I can't help but wonder if I'd have more fun being the cause of a fight, or being in a fight, or simply choosing someone to play with for the evening.
Mekta satak kai: IM: Too many options.
Besyanteo: *munches his sandwich, and looks over at Quinn occasionally*
Mekta satak kai: *arches an eyebrow at him*
Besyanteo: *looks away!*
Mekta satak kai: So, Ake. Tell me. What brought you to an opera afterparty?
Besyanteo: IM: No, no we don't want to get kicked out of this country too. Ignore the call of boobies! >_<
DeathRaySpleen: Well, I was at the opera with a- *he stops himself from saying "date", because some girls are weird like that.
DeathRaySpleen: My mother.
DeathRaySpleen: And, you know, she likes to go to bed early, so I had the night to myself. I was nearby, so I decided to see how wealthy people make cocktail weenies. They don't, it turns out.
Mekta satak kai: (That's the best call ever.)
Mekta satak kai: Your mother? That so?
Mekta satak kai: An odd date for such an event.
DeathRaySpleen: It's her birthday.
Mekta satak kai: I hope "your mother" doesn't mind you playing with girls. Some "mothers" are sensitive about that, you know.
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Eh, her birthday today, her birthday last week. Same thing.
DeathRaySpleen: (Shit. I don't remember what year it is in Gaera.)
Mekta satak kai: (Doesn't matter right now.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Well I don't have his age on his sheet, just his birthdate.)
Besyanteo: (1315)
Besyanteo: (if I recall.)
Mekta satak kai: (It's like.... 1318 or something. I'll go with Bes.)
DeathRaySpleen: (You're the best, Bes.)
Mekta satak kai: (I think it was 1315 the last time the Guide was updated.)
Besyanteo: (=D)
Besyanteo: (That may be so. Hm.)
TheWaiChibiAngel has entered the room.
DeathRaySpleen: I'm a 28-year-old man. My mother has no control over me.
DeathRaySpleen: She just didn't want to be alone on her birthday.
Mekta satak kai: *grin* IM: That's what I thought.
Besyanteo: IM: Eat your sandwich. Ignore the other man's boobs...
Mekta satak kai: Uh huh.
Besyanteo: *keeps sneaking peeks at Quin, of course*
DeathRaySpleen: (Err.)
Mekta satak kai: *keeps making occasional eye contact with Bes*
Besyanteo: (Spleen: An intentionaly slip up.)
Besyanteo: (Short attention spans are fun.)
DeathRaySpleen: (By "other man's boobs" you mean to say that Quinn's "his girl" and thus by extension her boobs are his, or do you mean Ake's rock-hard pecs?)
Mekta satak kai: (Quinn assumes he's attempting to cheat on his girlfriend. She's obviously deeply disturbed.)
Mekta satak kai: (Quinn's. Ake's by proxy or something.)
Besyanteo: (Quinn's boobs, presumed to belong to Ake.)
Besyanteo: (In the sense that if he goes and tries to pick her up,)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (I like how Spleen makes a note about his ROCK HARD PECS)
Besyanteo: (Ake will squish him.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Not a girlfriend. Just a girl Ake was trying to impress with operaticality and stuff.)
Besyanteo: (Bes doesn't know this.)
Besyanteo: (=D)
Mekta satak kai: IM: Choices, choices.
DeathRaySpleen: (I meant the girl Quinn assumes Ake's cheating on.)
Besyanteo: (Oh)
DeathRaySpleen: (Hey, Ake's pecs are rock hard. It's not his fault.)
Besyanteo: (Jeridan: IT IS NOT MY FAULT I HAVE THESE RIPPLING, ROCK HARD PECS OF +7 STR!)
Besyanteo: (Jer: *flex*)
Mekta satak kai: (+7? Shit.)
Besyanteo: (He was my first character, so he had +6 at level one. Because at the time, it made perfect sense.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Ake's Str is only a +3.)
DeathRaySpleen: (He's an Agi twink, technically.)
Besyanteo: (... I know. This is not the point. :{)
Mekta satak kai: (Hehe. I'm putting together Quinn's stats right now, actually.)
Besyanteo: (We're totally leaving the RP behind here.)
Mekta satak kai: (We are. Must focus!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Jeridan: *Sparkles*)
Besyanteo: *Finishes his sandwich!*
Mekta satak kai: *orders her steak*
Besyanteo: (Jeridan: THIS BEAUTY AND GRACE HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN THROUGH THE ARMSTR- ... ARROWFIST LINE!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Griff: Can you stop flexing for ten minutes and listen to the br-Where the fuck is your shirt?*
Besyanteo: (Jeridan: It explodes when I flex. >.>)
Besyanteo: *gets up!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Griff: Your head is about to explode when I flex, damnit.)
Besyanteo: *aparently to get a drink from the bar!*
Mekta satak kai: Do you want something from the bar, Ake?
Mekta satak kai: I don't feel like using up my own supplies when I can just buy something.
DeathRaySpleen: I'll get drinks. What would you like?
Mekta satak kai: I don't know yet. I'll have to check when I get up there.
Mekta satak kai: Never know what you'll find until you look. *wink*
DeathRaySpleen: *He's attempting to be suave! It's funny, because he should stick with punching people in the face.*
Besyanteo: (Quinn: *finds trotski*)
Besyanteo: (Trotski: How vould you like a White Russian? *wink*)
Mekta satak kai: (Depends largely on where she finds him. *ahem*)
NYClark2: ( Hmm... that was an interesting phone conversation. )
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Gotta love the guy who was kicked out of the KGB equivolent for MISCONDUCT)
Mekta satak kai: What do you say, Ake. Have anything in mind... or... Shall I surprise you?
Besyanteo: (And possession of BEES.)
NYClark2: ( Did I miss much? )
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Well, I've been nothing but surprised since I started talking to her, sooo...
DeathRaySpleen: Sure, surprise me.
Mekta satak kai: *winks again and heads to the bar*
Besyanteo: *He's ordering something! DWarven Lager!*
Mekta satak kai: (Quinn and Ake are flirting over their meal, and Quinn's also flirting with Bes at another table*
Mekta satak kai: *)
Besyanteo: (Bes is trying not to be involved, becasue he thinks AKe will hurt him)
Mekta satak kai: *approaches the bar*
Besyanteo: (But he's a sucker for boobs.)
Besyanteo: (I'm tempted to start making resist rolls. =D)
Mekta satak kai: (There are...worse tendencies. Especially with boobs.)
Besyanteo: (Ashley: Har.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Hm. I dunno what I want to do. If anything.)
Besyanteo: (Hn. ... You could Be NEzetta,)
Besyanteo: (and snidely comment on Quinn's every move.)
CGNakibe: (Mew. Location Scan?)
CGNakibe: (Snidely Whiplash?)
DeathRaySpleen: (I was debating being Boris, but decided on Ake.)
Besyanteo: (We're all in some unnamed tavern, I think.)
Mekta satak kai: *glances at Bes* So, what's good here?
NYClark2: ( Not in the fancy party anymore? )
Mekta satak kai: Anything you think I might like?
DeathRaySpleen: (I mostly didn't go with Boris because I don't know where he's supposed to be stationed right now.)
Besyanteo: Urk! *he twists to look at her when she speaks*
Mekta satak kai: *little fangy grin* Well?
Besyanteo: Uhm. ... I'm not really a regular here.
NYClark2: ( Man, I haven't seen a fangy grin in awhile. )
Besyanteo: *trying to look at her face. Trying so hard.*
Besyanteo: (We've been a while with Nightbride, yeah.)
CGNakibe: (Mister Nibbles!)
Mekta satak kai: *pout* Well, that's too bad. Neither am I. I was hoping you might be able to help me find something... on the winelist.
Besyanteo: (Mister Nibbles... hasn't seen sue in ages. I suppose he should.)
Mekta satak kai: (There are a few differences between Quinn and Nightbride....)
Besyanteo: (use*)
CGNakibe: (Just looking through your char sheets, Jason.)
Besyanteo: Erm. Well...
Besyanteo: (Heh.)
Besyanteo: (Hmm. A wine.)
Besyanteo: *he thinks a minute, and comes up with some vintage or other of a strawberry wine.*
Besyanteo: *But will the house have it?!*
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 66-sided die: 33
Besyanteo: (... hahahahahaha)
Besyanteo: *The tender informs them that they just sold the last bottle they had in stock.*
NYClark2: ( What? )
Besyanteo: (just something I've been using for a while. 1 is good, 66 is bad.)
Besyanteo: (33/34 breaks exactly even)
Mekta satak kai: Well, I guess I'll just have to pick at random.
Besyanteo: Er... o-kay.
Mekta satak kai: *closes her eyes and points to a chocolate martini* Oh. Nice.
Besyanteo: IM: God she's sexy. @_@
Besyanteo: IM: ...
Mekta satak kai: You have one too, since you can't seem to think of what to get, either. You can work on it after what you're drinking.
Besyanteo: IM: Even if she does order the msot gawdawful liquor on the planet.
DeathRaySpleen: (Was that to Ake or Bes?)
Besyanteo: (actually,)
Mekta satak kai: (To Bes. She'll get Ake's next.)
Besyanteo: (Bes has a mug of LAger already.)
DeathRaySpleen: (I'm so confused about who she's flirting with at any given moment.)
Mekta satak kai: And.... *randomly picks out a Gin and Tonic -!- for Ake*
Mekta satak kai: (She's not even at the table with Ake.)
NYClark2: ( She's flirting with EVERYONE. )
Mekta satak kai: (And Clark has the right of it.)
Mekta satak kai: (And hey, chocolate martinis are awesome.)
Besyanteo: *he goes back to his table, to contemplate the value of a cold shower*
Besyanteo: (Then we'll assume he hasn't ever tried one.)
Mekta satak kai: *brings her martini and Ake's gin 'n tonic back to their table*
Mekta satak kai: (brb...I need to make something to eat.)
Besyanteo: (I jsut think it sounds like a terrible idea. I could be wrong. :o0
DeathRaySpleen: Thanks!
Mekta satak kai: (Chocolate liquor. You ever have the truffles with chocolate liquor stuff in the middle? It's like a glass of that.)
DeathRaySpleen: (I don't drink IRL.)
Mekta satak kai: (I have tabletop session really soon, in about half an hour. Thus, I am making food.)
Besyanteo: (I haven't, but I aparently should.)
Besyanteo: (I keep forgetting I can do that legally now. I don't care for most things, and forget. Whee. o_o)
DeathRaySpleen: (I don't do sodomy, and I can do that legally. Just because you can doesn't mean you should.)
CGNakibe: (*Thwaps Spleen* >:{)
Besyanteo: (Sodomy's different though... ~<3)
Besyanteo: *tries to finish his lager quickly*
CGNakibe: (Now, that aside, meh. People make too much of a big thing out of drinking anyway. )
DeathRaySpleen: (I was thinking about saying "stem cell research", but that would have been confusing.)
Mekta satak kai: *plows through her steak because red meat is damn tasty*
Mekta satak kai: *plus, she needs the protein for, like...stuff.*
Besyanteo: (Not comfusing so much as not making sense.)
Besyanteo: (We'd know what you were sayying!)
Besyanteo: (But it would still be stupid if you had said that. :o)
DeathRaySpleen: *watches Quinn eat, glad to be out with a girl with a healthy appetite for once*
Mekta satak kai: So, Ake. What do you do for a living?
Besyanteo: (And... eh. I'm not feelin it with Bes tonight. Sorry folks.)
DeathRaySpleen: I'm a martial arts instructor. I own my own dojo.
Besyanteo: *once he's finished, he pays and heads on out*
DeathRaySpleen: We're actually thinking of expanding, maybe even buying the next floor up in our building; it's not for sale yet, but I have it on good confidence that it will be soon.
Mekta satak kai: (Bye, Bes!)
Mekta satak kai: (She'll get ya next time....>_> )
Besyanteo: (*waves*)
DeathRaySpleen: (Later, Bes.)
Besyanteo: (I bet she will, too. HEheh.)
Mekta satak kai: Well, I hope that works out for you.
Besyanteo has left the room.
Mekta satak kai: What style do you teach?
DeathRaySpleen: (Damn. Good question.)
DeathRaySpleen: (I don't think Earth and Gaera have exactly the same martial arts, do you?)
Mekta satak kai: (They have analogous ones.)
Mekta satak kai: (Ninjutsu for example.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Eh, I will BS.)
DeathRaySpleen: Red Paw Style. It's my adaptation of a Nekonian adaptation of jujutsu.
Mekta satak kai: Oh, okay. I've heard of it.
Mekta satak kai: My style is...very different.
Mekta satak kai: *continues to eat*
DeathRaySpleen: Oh, you have?
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake's impressed. She's hot, she's a healthy eater, and she's heard of his martial arts style.*
Mekta satak kai: Mmhm. People talk at odd times about the things that interest them. I'm usually around at those times.
DeathRaySpleen: I see.
Mekta satak kai: Plus, I spend a good bit of time with fighters. They entertain me.
DeathRaySpleen: What style do you fight with?
Mekta satak kai: You know, funny this should come up again.
NYClark2: ( Sexy Commando style )
CGNakibe: (ARRRGH!!! x.x)
Mekta satak kai: *slips off her coat and now that it's on his mind, he notices that she's no slouch in the muscle definition department herself*
DeathRaySpleen: Howso?
Mekta satak kai: I was just talking about it with an acquaintance of mine.
DeathRaySpleen: *He noticed before, likely.*
Mekta satak kai: Technically a drunken master, though I think that's kind of an overblown term.
Mekta satak kai: (Maybe. But now she's showing off.)
Mekta satak kai: I prefer to call it professional barfighting.
Mekta satak kai: *bite of steak*
CGNakibe: (Meh. So tempting...)
DeathRaySpleen: Professional barfighting?
DeathRaySpleen: Interesting.
Mekta satak kai: It suits me just fine. Meet so many interesting people that way, you know?
DeathRaySpleen: Where do you train? How do you train?
Papa Tymisonn has entered the room.
DeathRaySpleen: Do you just go and beat people up in a bar?
Papa Tymisonn: (Why not?)
CGNakibe: (Because.)
Mekta satak kai: Nothing like breaking a table leg over someone's face to teach you the finer points of close combat.
Mekta satak kai: *sweet smile*
DeathRaySpleen: I think I could probably teach you a thing or two. You should come train at my dojo.
Mekta satak kai: Heh. I learn best by sparring. I may take you up on that later. *wink* You never know. You might learn something, too.
DeathRaySpleen: Maybe.
CGNakibe: (Any objections to me using Damian?)
Papa Tymisonn: (This looks like fun, but I have no clue as to who to play myself.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Kai, you said you're leaving soon, right?)
Papa Tymisonn: (Any requests?)
NYClark2: ( Who is Damian? )
Mekta satak kai: (I am.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Okay. Because my dinner's ready.)
Mekta satak kai: Speaking of sparring. What do you say you drop by my place and we can see how we match up?
CGNakibe: (My rather nice and calm neckbreaking former-assassin character. Out for a bit of tea between odd jobs. >;P)
Mekta satak kai: Say... after dinner?
DeathRaySpleen: Sure.
Mekta satak kai: IM: Ooh. I want to keep him.
Mekta satak kai: IM: Fighting is the best foreplay.
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Ooh. I do get to fight someone today!
DeathRaySpleen: IM: And she's hot!
Mekta satak kai: (Yeah.....Quinn is.... I just made the bones of her PS sheet. Yeah.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Fun!)
Mekta satak kai: (She's definitely melee girl with surprisingly high CHA.)
Papa Tymisonn: (... surprisingly?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (But does she have the bionic arm? :-( )
Papa Tymisonn: (*gives Chris a wedgie*)
CGNakibe: (Na na na na na na! *adds sound effects* )
DeathRaySpleen: (Anyway. I totally need to go eat.)
DeathRaySpleen: (If I'm back soon, I'm back soon. If I'm not, then I'm not.)
CGNakibe: (Looks almost like food is now.)
Papa Tymisonn: (... and JUST when I was ready to jump in...)
Mekta satak kai: (I have to make food because no one else in the apartment can possibly do it. e_e)
Mekta satak kai: (Well, Quinn ended up with a base AT/PA of 13 or something. Plus about a +4 CHA.)
Mekta satak kai: (So, yes. Surprisingly.)
NYClark2: ( Well, if none of the current RPers are remaining, we could always shift the setting, characters and RPers. )
NYClark2: ( Or whatever mix of those need to be shifted. )
Mekta satak kai: (Yup. Shifts are totally possible.)
Mekta satak kai: (I'll still log and whatnot as per my usual duties.)
la chibi has entered the room.
Der DWSage has entered the room.
la chibi: (Grr?)
Der DWSage: (>.> <.< Place? Characters? Any pie available?)
NYClark2: ( Ahh, DW. Just the person I wanted to see. )
NYClark2: ( Chibi a pleasant and Shibby surprise! )
NYClark2: ( How about, a certain Healing House, to start? )
Der DWSage: (That works!)
la chibi: ('deedles.)
Der DWSage: <Moogley Healer!>
NYClark2: <A certain Patient/helper>
la chibi: <a certain sooky>
Der DWSage: *And taking care of people this morning with a short dance is a Moogle, about two and a half feet tall, amusing and assisting most of the elderly patients in the downstairs!*
NYClark2: ::Carrying around some food trays for those people who can't do so themselves:: Here you go, enjoy your soup.
la chibi: *a blonde woman with bare feet is also poking about inquisitively, in search of someone to annoy! Erm, amuse. That's it*
la chibi: IM: Dammit. Can't get into his apartment, an' wanna poke at him.
CGNakibe: (BRB Sorry I'm not much RPing help tonight.)
Der DWSage: *This is a perfect opportunity for patients to see the interesting treatments! And window shoppers!*
la chibi: Yoohoo! Beret boy!
NYClark2: ( Is that Shika, or NB? )
la chibi: (NB)
NYClark2: ( Ok. )
Der DWSage: IM:Beret sense...tingling...
NYClark2: ( Man, it's been a looong time. )
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Hm.)
Mekta satak kai: (Wow, this is a hilarious coincidence.)
la chibi: Tolly! I got a great big pile o'.... gil, t'give you! Right!
Mekta satak kai: (This chat room is very full of succubi.)
la chibi: *for unknown reasons, also has an immense butterfly net behind her*
NYClark2: ::Walks over to watch Kumo dance::
la chibi: (Succubi!)
Der DWSage: IM:Yep, there's that ol' succubus-induced shudder. Maybe I should pretend to be asleep or something...
Der DWSage: *Dances with gusto! And with healing grace! Many old people have a sort of glow about them as they get healed!*
la chibi: *is in search of figures wearing ridiculous beret-caps. Or something similar*
Der DWSage: >.> Oh, Nightbride! Looking for Tolaris?
NYClark2: I finished passing out the food, Kumo.
Mekta satak kai: (We apparently have combat succubus and.... naturalist succubus. At least today.)
NYClark2: Nightbride...? ::turns around::
la chibi: Uh-huh! Want t'give him somethin'.
la chibi: Oy, James! Long time no see.
Der DWSage: He's upstairs, probably doing tax figures or something.
la chibi: *grins, fangs on display*
NYClark2: Yes, it has been quite awhile.
la chibi: Roit, roit. I'mma liven up his life a bit.
NYClark2: Sorry about that.
Der DWSage: Oh, thanks James. How about you take a break? I'm about finished...
la chibi: 'Sall good. Life happens, y'know?
la chibi: How've things been fer ya?
Der DWSage: *Pirouette, pirouette, shuffle...*
NYClark2: Ahh... they have been better, and they have been worse.
la chibi: Not t'bad then.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (James: Got trapped in a broken sub dimension. Went nuts.)
NYClark2: ( James: Still nuts, working on that though. )
la chibi: 'Snothin' here, really. Got th'kid an' th'hubby an' all that good stuff.
la chibi: ...an' Mr. Snoo.
Der DWSage: *Snickers, almost gets thrown off balance!*
NYClark2: You have a child?
DeathRaySpleen: (I liiiiiiiive!!!!)
la chibi: Adopted. Y'prob'ly seen her 'round.
Der DWSage: She means 'Secret Ahent Pure' James.
la chibi: Lil' drow-kitty named Pure.
NYClark2: Wait... I think I have met her... but... ::shakes his head::
la chibi: Uh-huh. Cute as a button, but y'don't hafta sew her t'shirts.
NYClark2: Ahh... yes, I remember.
Mekta satak kai: (Spleen: There's a discrete RP going on in a new location.)
Der DWSage: *Aaaand finale! Complete with magical sparks!*
la chibi: Woohoo!
NYClark2: Kumo, how about we go for a walk when you are done?
DeathRaySpleen: (So I read.)
la chibi: *jumps wildly up and down, cheering for Kumo in a display of overly exuberant enuthsiasm*
Der DWSage: *There is polite applause from the few geriatrics getting treated, and some of them actually get up and start moving out the door!* Remember the potions!
Der DWSage: <.< Oh, sure James.
la chibi: I'll be roit back.
la chibi: *tiptoes up the stairs with exaggerated caution, still clutching her butterfly net*
NYClark2: Hold on... ::goes to the door and opens it for the leaving patients::
Der DWSage: *Oblivious, oblivious!*
NYClark2: ::holding the door open.:: Have a good day, stay well, see you next session.
NYClark2: ::Walks back over to Kumo:: Have to take care of responsibilities you know!
la chibi: *sneaks behind Tolaris, raising her net with a look of triumph*
la chibi: *WHOOSH! DOWN IT GOES! And neatly captures Tolly's head and part of his shoulders!*
Der DWSage: o.o ...What in the HELL? >_9
la chibi: HELLO!
la chibi: *cheerfully bites Tolaris' ear through the net*
la chibi: Grrf! *struggles slightly, realizing she snagged a fang in the netting*
Der DWSage: *Bitten!*
Der DWSage: ...oh Nil. Don't tell me you're caught in this ridiculous thing.
Der DWSage: *Tries to lift off net!*
la chibi: Pffsh.... pfshhno!
la chibi: *grips it about Tolaris*
Der DWSage: ...
la chibi: Yer mine shnow an' I cahn.... pifft.
la chibi: ....won minuh.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: *Suddenly!*
la chibi: *tugs the net slightly, taking a few moments to unsnag her teeth*
Der DWSage: *...Tolaris sits there doing absolutely nothing*
la chibi: ....so!
la chibi: Yer mine now an' I can drag y'to a bar. 'Cuz y'need t'unwind an' all that good stuff.
la chibi: I know th'perfect place. 'Scalled th'Rainbow Lights. n____n
la chibi: We c'n work on yer loneliness issues.
Der DWSage: ...So long as I don't have to order alcohol, and so long as it isn't a leccubus bar.
NYClark2: ( Leccubus? )
Der DWSage: (Incubus and Succubus.)
la chibi: Nah, nah. But 'sfilled with cranky an' lonely guys just like yerself. *nods sagely*
NYClark2: Kumo, how about we go to the park?
Der DWSage: >_> Eh. Fine. Just get the net off me, and let me finish what I was writing first.
NYClark2: It seems like the weather is nice for it. Sounds good. No sunspots.
Der DWSage: Sure, I suppose. Lemme just grab something real fast...
la chibi: 'Mkay-kay.
NYClark2: Ok.
Der DWSage: *Disappears into kitchen for a moment! Returns with...a notebook*
la chibi: *removes the net, though she grips it in a fashion that implies it will soon come down upon any would-be escapees*
Der DWSage: *Wouldn't dream of escaping. Yet. Instead, he finishes what seems to be a letter!*
NYClark2: Ahh, you never go out without that, do you?
la chibi: *nosily and unashamedly attempts to read it over his shoulder*
Der DWSage: Might get a good idea while I'm out. Never know when another idea will hit me...
Der DWSage: *It's...a letter addressed to his sister. As implied by 'Dear sis,' at the top*
la chibi: Y'got a sister? 6___6
la chibi: *peer peer peer!*
Der DWSage: >_> Had.
NYClark2: Do not let it hit you too hard. It might leave a bump.
la chibi: ....erm. Roit.
la chibi: Then what's th'letter fer?
Der DWSage: *Is a letter about the events of his week! And as soon as Tolaris finishes writing...he rolls it up and sticks it into a nearby candle, letting it go to flame* Some people pray. I write letters.
Der DWSage: ...Actually, that's another one. *Scribbles in book!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (What is the location?)
Papa Tymisonn has left the room.
NYClark2: Off we go. ::picks up Kumo and puts him on his shoulder:: Goodbye inside, hello outside!
la chibi: (They're going to the park, NB and Tolaris are in a healing clinic. She'll soon be dragging him to a gay bar though.)
Der DWSage: (...Tolaris will be thrilled.)
la chibi: (As he should be.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Time of day?)
la chibi: (Presumably sunny!)
NYClark2: ( Daytime! )
Der DWSage: (Afternoon-ish, let's say.)
la chibi: ....oh. That's decent of ya.
la chibi: Miss her lots?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *WELL THEN.*
la chibi: *NEVAR*
Der DWSage: *Is picked up and carried!*
Der DWSage: >_> Of course. But I've gotten a lot better at managing...
TheWaiChibiAngel: *In the park this afternoon, there is a man! He's got sandy colored hair and a scruffly beard, and wears a simple vest, shirt, and pants combo!*
Der DWSage: ...Off we go, into the w-ild blue yonder!
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Standing nearby is a boy in his teen years, looking disinterested. Probably because the man is in a heated argument...*
NYClark2: To the starry sea of wonder!
la chibi: *pats Tolaris affectionately* Yer a good guy. Y'hold people close an' all that stuff.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *With a girl, also about in her teen year.s As a note, both children have resemblance to the man. Except for the girl's raven black hair.*
la chibi: But 'spart o' why y'need some'un. *nods sagely*
la chibi: ....or at least t'get laid.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: No. Comment.
Der DWSage: <.<
TheWaiChibiAngel: I don't see what the problem is! The problem is that you were attempting to run away with some crack-pot mage!
Der DWSage: IM:Domestic trouble...
TheWaiChibiAngel: He's not a crackpot, dad. He's a general. A FREAKIN' GENERAL!
Der DWSage: Now don't we have a singles bar to visit? *Grabs beret*
la chibi: e_e Honestly, what sorta man are ya? Yer gettin' ancient an' b'fore y'know it, all yer spunk is gonna dry up inside of ya an' turn pasty an' disgustin' an' when y'try t'spank th'monkey it's all gonna get stuck inside an' ya'll EXPLO
la chibi: ~OOODE!
Der DWSage: *To James!* ...They're talking about Hakaril Silvar, aren't they?
la chibi: *adds that last with great emphasis, throwing her hands up in the air!*
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: You, dear Succubus, place too much emphasis on sex.
NYClark2: Are they? I thought he was at the castle.
Der DWSage: *Ingratiating pat on the head*
TheWaiChibiAngel: I don't care if he's the king! You're not running away from home!
Der DWSage: He's the only mage general I know...
la chibi: No I dun't! Yer gettin' some t'night even if I hafta pay a hooker!
Der DWSage: Well, know of at least.
la chibi: NOW WE MARCH! >o<
la chibi: *seizes Tolaris' hand and proceeds a stately march down the stairs and out into the street!*
Der DWSage: ...Why do I have a feeling that this can only end badly? *Walks!*
NYClark2: Well, anyway... it is loud... we should move along.
TheWaiChibiAngel: You're just mad! Mad that I'll be a better mage than you ever were! Yeah, that's probably it. SHUT UP, YOU!
la chibi: Though what kinda qualities are y'lookin' fer in a mate?
la chibi: *lead lead! Lead lead!*
Der DWSage: No, no, let's wait a moment...this is interesting.
Der DWSage: Besides, we might learn something.
TheWaiChibiAngel: >_> <_<...
la chibi: *Tolaris' hand in one hand, the other holding the net*
TheWaiChibiAngel: HEY, LOOK.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Points to Kumo* A MOOGLE!
NYClark2: Well, learning is important, ok.
Der DWSage: >_> Monogamy. Decently attractive, though that's not too high on the list. Wit sharp enough to cut iron.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Moogle? >_>....S...Ss...
Der DWSage: *Does a somersault off James' back! Just to be Kumo*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Ss...
la chibi: (Karin: ....wit? Why the hell were you after me then?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: Laura, you are a terrible person. <_<
Der DWSage: *Is wearing a white mage robe, just so's ya know!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: WHat? YOU'RE the one who constantly throws me outside at night!
NYClark2: ::Jumped off of::
Der DWSage: (Tolaris:You know very well why.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: That's completely different.
la chibi: Okee. I'll make sure Bunny doesn't get you.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Sss....SO WAI DESU! >_<
la chibi: (Karin: ...the boobies!)
Der DWSage: ...Bunn-no, stop, I do NOT want to know, I'm sure.
NYClark2: I guess they saw us.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...We really have to find a way to stop that.
Der DWSage: <_< I'm not looking for a one-night stand, either way.
la chibi: Bunny's cute an' all, but not th'brightest crayon in th'box.
la chibi: Awwww. There are plenty o' people lookin' fer more too. n_n
la chibi: Week-long stands!
TheWaiChibiAngel: You stop it. I don't mind MY curse. So I should lock you out at night, then? ...Shut your hole, old man.
Der DWSage: 9_9 I could always try and, y'know, distract them from their fight.
la chibi: (...how'd that happen?)
Der DWSage: (AIM techies?)
Der DWSage: (I'm sure you can eat one with no guilt.)
la chibi: (Yay!)
NYClark2: Want to go over and say hello?
la chibi: *TO A BAR*
Der DWSage: Right then. No week-long stands, either. Sex isn't top of my priorities either. >_>
Der DWSage: *Already walking!* Curse?
la chibi: *festooned with rainbow banners and with a charming rooster for a mascot!*
NYClark2: ::Walking as well. Cheerful:: Hello!
Der DWSage: ...Looks like a place Jal would enjoy. >_>
TheWaiChibiAngel: Eh? >_>
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hmm?
la chibi: Fine, fine. No sex, just lots o' sleepin'.
TheWaiChibiAngel: WAI DESU NO....AGH! >_<
la chibi: *in the bar! Tolaris may note a startling lack of women!*
la chibi: *though there IS a rather androgynously pretty man wearing bunny ears*
Der DWSage: Sorry. The name's Kumo, Dancing White Mage...um, is that the extent of your curse?
Der DWSage: ...
NYClark2: Are you ok?
Der DWSage: 'Bride, if I'd wanted this, I would've stayed home with Jal. >_>
la chibi: Wanna have a Sex on th'Beach? n_n
la chibi: Aw, but y'need more exposure.
Der DWSage: I told you, no alcohol. Just water.
la chibi: Kinder like.... a kilt.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Huh? You heard that? FRICKIN' SWEET!
TheWaiChibiAngel: My brother speaks in tongues, my mom's an idiot, and my dad's a prude.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Your father isn't the one that's cursed, Laura. <_<
la chibi: An' fine. It'll taste like water if we water it down 'nuff.
Der DWSage: ...Right. All I know is that you keep calling me cute, and then act like you hated doing it.
Der DWSage: JUST water, Nightbride. I'm a very depressing drunk.
la chibi: I bet we could get y'to dance on tables. n_n
TheWaiChibiAngel: Like she said, he speaks in tongues.
TheWaiChibiAngel: He can't help it.
NYClark2: Who does not use their tongue to speak?
Der DWSage: No, you couldn't. Not unless I was wearing a hemp necklace too.
la chibi: We c'ld arrange that, if yer into asphyxiation.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..It means he's speaking oddly.
Der DWSage: It means he's speaking different languages he shouldn't know, James.
la chibi: Tho' that's kinder pushin' it fer me.
Der DWSage: >_>
la chibi: I like th'lil' death, y'know? Not th'great big 'un.
Der DWSage: Goombye. *Heads for door, posthaste!*
NYClark2: Oh... why, is it bad to know different languages?
la chibi: CURSE YOU, LAD! CURSE YOU!
la chibi: *pursues with butterfly net!*
Der DWSage: It's...odd that he says these things when he shouldn't be able to.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hey, Moogle!
TheWaiChibiAngel: Is your friend 'special'?
Der DWSage: *Flee!*
Der DWSage: He's just had a rough time.
la chibi: Y'NEED T'GET LAID!
TheWaiChibiAngel: Enough, Laura.
la chibi: Now come back here!
NYClark2: Everyone is unique.
Der DWSage: On my own time! *Flee, flee!*
la chibi: I c'ld get y'a blow up doll!
Der DWSage: 9_9
la chibi: *in hot pursuit towards the park!*
Der DWSage: IM:Do I tell him, or not...
Der DWSage: IM:She probably will anyway.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ARRREEE YOOUUUU REEETTAAARRRDDEEEDD!? Enough!
Der DWSage: <_<
NYClark2: Do you have a speech impediment too?
Der DWSage: IM:Y'know, I'd -really- like to know Jal's trick of silencing someone with a barrier...
Der DWSage: *Flee, flee, and entering the park is a madman wearing a blue beret with a red cape, middling age, and wearing a navy outfit!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Her curse is that she has to be a brat all the time. <_< Yeah, the lycanthrope is perfectly natural, huh? See?
NYClark2: You sounded a bit slow there, is that some kind of stutter?
Der DWSage: I know a Mage who can fix that right up.
Der DWSage: >_>
la chibi: *who is hotly pursued by a blonde woman with a giant butterfly net*
la chibi: *and as they run past the group, she swings her net wildly!*
OnlineHost: la chibi rolled 1 5-sided die: 5
la chibi: *AND DOWN IT GOES, over the father-type!*
la chibi: DAMMIT!
Der DWSage: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: I don't wanna be fixed. o_o
TheWaiChibiAngel: We've tried magics, anyhow.
Der DWSage: *Escape!*
Der DWSage: For the tongues curse?
la chibi: .....
Der DWSage: <_<
TheWaiChibiAngel: For all of it.
NYClark2: Huh, Nightbride?
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Oh wait.)
Der DWSage: Hi Nightbride. Having fun chasing Tolaris?
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Switch that to Laura.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...What the bloody...Bloody...BLOODY HELL.
la chibi: .....erm. Was.
Der DWSage: *Ponder, ponder!*
Der DWSage: He went that-away. *Point!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Now, see, I knew that would happen.
Der DWSage: Well...it's not a fix, per-say, but there might be a way to get around it.
la chibi: .....roit! Sorry 'bout that, but yer Proud Victim #26!
Der DWSage: IM:She keeps count?
NYClark2: Be more careful.
la chibi: *removes the net, and pulls out a marker from the depths of sooky-space*
Der DWSage: *Has fled to the streets by now! Curse his quick feet*
la chibi: *sticking her tongue out of the corner of the mouth, she hastily scrawls '#26' across the back of his neck*
Der DWSage: >_> Could you contact a mage to put another curse on you, one that only activates when the curse does?
Der DWSage: The original one, I mean.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Double cursed! GREAT IDEA.
TheWaiChibiAngel: For all we know, it'll make the original worse. That's what I think!
Der DWSage: One that would make you unable to speak for a few seconds.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hmmm! o_o
Der DWSage: IM:And for her, one that made her unable to speak for a few hours.
la chibi: 'Kay. Sorry 'bout that, but I'm tryin' t'make records.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Maybe. But last time we messed with it, Laura got stuck for, like, a week. <_<
Der DWSage: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....Please. Go away.
Der DWSage: IM:This is a bad thing how?
Der DWSage: *Keeps mouth shut, however!* Well, it's a thought.
la chibi: I love y'too, smook'ums. *ambles a short distance from the group, peering about for Tolaris*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Ahem*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Anyhow; the nature of the curses is different.
Der DWSage: Oh?
NYClark2: Hm?
TheWaiChibiAngel: My son speaks tongues. My wife's memory has become terrible. My daughter has a bizzare form of lycanthrope, as she so gracefully mentioned. <_< Love you too, dad.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (That is to say, Lycanthropy :-( )
Der DWSage: ...I'm afraid to ask what the form is.
NYClark2: Bizzare form of it?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Grins*
NYClark2: What is it?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Oh, it's nothing horrid.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Unless you have to watch it. <_<
NYClark2: ::Is apparently not afraid to ask::
Der DWSage: *Has hidden...in another bar! At least it's not 'Ze 'appy scissors'*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Laura's a were-faerie. It's kawaii. *Nod nod* ....Please stop talking, boy.
Der DWSage: Huh. That's not so bad, I guess.
NYClark2: ( Font? )
Der DWSage: (Font.)
la chibi: *shakes her fist at the sky* Curse you, Tolly! CURSE YOU to the bottom of a dirty sock drawer!
TheWaiChibiAngel: I kinda like it, actually!
NYClark2: Oh. I have never heard of that happening before.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Nor had we.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Needless to say, we were a bit surprised when she turned blue.
TheWaiChibiAngel: And shrank.
TheWaiChibiAngel: And sprouted wings. <_<
Der DWSage: <_< ...I'm sure you were.
la chibi: *muttering imprecations, she turns to Kumo & co.*
Der DWSage: *Is blue-white, and has wings coming out the back of his robe. Hm!*
Der DWSage: Can't begin to imagine how that was.
NYClark2: Me neither.
NYClark2: So, if you like it. What is so bad about it?
Der DWSage: Is it just inconvenient?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Dad hates it. That, and I'm the onlyo ne that doesn't mind my curse.
la chibi: Then what's th'problem? o_o
NYClark2: Why do you hate it? ::to the Dad::
Der DWSage: IM:Oh great. Magiphobe.
TheWaiChibiAngel: She uses it as an excuse to shirk her responsibilities. How am I supposed to do the wash when I'm three inches tall!?
la chibi: ...y'could make a bubble bath outta it!
la chibi: ...which wouldn't really help much, but ye'd get sudsy.
NYClark2: If your son was an orator, would you expect him to do his job with the curse he has?
Der DWSage: >_> There is that.
la chibi: *bends over, casually picking up Kumo like a plushie*
Der DWSage: *Picked!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: His is less controlable than hers is.
Der DWSage: ...At least I can see eye to eye with people now.
NYClark2: Oh? What triggers your curse? ::To Laura::
la chibi: Uh-huh. An' yer cute an' fuzzy.
NYClark2: I mean, you are not three inches tall and blue right now.
la chibi: An' I thought th'usual thing fer lycanthrop-opy was th'moon.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Nods*
NYClark2: The moon?
Der DWSage: >_> Not always, though. Some require a full moon and direct contact with moonlight, some only require it be night, some can simply will their forms...
TheWaiChibiAngel: Usually. I did force it, once, that was pretty cool.
TheWaiChibiAngel: RIGHT. IN THE MIDDLE. OF YOUR STUDIES.
la chibi: ...y'know, I'm glad I just change an' dun' worry ' bout th'moon nonsense.
Der DWSage: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: Oh, COME ON.
TheWaiChibiAngel: "Teacher, I have to go home, I turned into a faerie"? That was priceless.
Der DWSage: IM:Don't even think about it Kumo.
NYClark2: So, maybe you can learn to control your curse.
Der DWSage: Sounds like it, actually.
la chibi: How'd y'get it anyways?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Here.
la chibi: How, not where.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Turns, and lifts her hair! There's a tattoo on the back of her neck.*
la chibi: ...oh.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *It appears to be a snake eating it's own tail. Except it has a pair of little legs.*
NYClark2: How did that get there?
Der DWSage: 6.6
Der DWSage: Interesting.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Mom put it there.
NYClark2: But you said your mom was cursed too.
la chibi: Why?
TheWaiChibiAngel: With bad memory.
TheWaiChibiAngel: She forgot that it's cursed.
NYClark2: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: It's a rune that's supposed to make mages more powerful.
Der DWSage: I'm...impressed and stunned.
TheWaiChibiAngel: We get that a lot.
Der DWSage: So did she do the same to him? *Points at the nameless boy!*
la chibi: ...I'm startin' t'think that mebbe even my family can grow up not so kooky. o_o
Der DWSage: (*Devours a techie*)
Der DWSage: Nightbride, this is Doma. Kooky is this place's middle name.
NYClark2: I can not believe you would let her do something like that more than once.
la chibi: Not so kooky-kooky.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Yes. On their twelth birthday, it's her gift to them. In the end, I left it up to them; they knew what they were getting themselves into.
CGNakibe: (What's everyone doing now?)
NYClark2: Who cursed her though?
Der DWSage: (We're at the Park.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: Her parents. On her twelth birthday.
Der DWSage: *Ponder, ponder, ponder!*
NYClark2: ...
Der DWSage: *Pull out of notebook, scribble scribble*
la chibi: Fergive 'im. He's sweet but likes t'chop things t'tiny bits.
NYClark2: So it is some kind of tradition?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Indeed.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Forgive me, I didn't get your names.
Der DWSage: *Absent-mindedly* Kumo.
NYClark2: Oh, my name is James. ::Extends a hand::
la chibi: *poses!* Nightbride, th'magnificent pimptress!
la chibi: 'r just Nightbride.
la chibi: 'Bride fer short, or 'hey y'git!' if yer mad.
Der DWSage: Is that from random victims one through twenty-five? *Scribble in notebook!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Takes James' hand* Marcus Gentz, my son, Mikhail, and my daughter, Laura.
la chibi: Nah, fifteen t'twenty-one. Th'rest went 'bwuh?' or 'ack!'
NYClark2: Nice to meet all of you.
NYClark2: ( Or "What the bloody... bloody... BLOODY HELL!" )
la chibi: ....an' what Mistah Gentz said too. Sorry 'bout that 'gain.
la chibi: Was tryin' t'get a friend.
NYClark2: I do not think that was the right way to go about it, Nightbride.
Der DWSage: Eh. Just booby-trap his bed.
la chibi: He wasn't holdin' still.
la chibi: Oooh, good idea.
NYClark2: Kumo, Tolaris might not appreciate that.
la chibi: But I do. n___n
la chibi: Th'man needs t'get a sex life.
Der DWSage: >_> He needs to loosen up some. All he does is add figures in that little room and find ways to drum up revenue...
Der DWSage: ...
Der DWSage: On second thought, maybe I'll help him with a few wards...
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Hey, Laura? Why don't you stop staring at Ms. Nightbride for a second?
NYClark2: Do we not need revenue?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hm? Revenue?
la chibi: 'Salright if she stares. 'Snot like it matters.
la chibi: An' why? I'm tryin' t'make sure he doesn't die cold an' lonely!
la chibi: He's like... what? How old?
Der DWSage: I'd rather not get started. And he's in his thirties.
la chibi: An' miserable!
Der DWSage: ...Nightbride, think about it for a bit.
Der DWSage: He lost his home. The woman he loves doesn't really love him. As a friend, but nothing more. He lost his home to someone who had an honest grudge, so he feels even -more- miserable.
Der DWSage: ...I'd be depressed myself.
la chibi: An' that's why he needs t'get distracted from it. An' cheap sex is a good distraction.
NYClark2: Not for everyone.
la chibi: Eh, yeah. Gotter admit that.
Der DWSage: <_<
NYClark2: So, is it hard to imagine that Tolaris is not one of those people?
la chibi: At least I think Karin was playin' th'mattress mambo sometime. Tolaris needs t'do that too.
Der DWSage: *Absolutely no comment!*
NYClark2: I have never heard of that before... is that a game, or a dance?
Der DWSage: *Scribbles in book instead*
Der DWSage: Intercourse, James.
NYClark2: Discussion?
Der DWSage: Sex.
NYClark2: Ah.
la chibi: More like fittin' slot A t'slot.... yeah.
NYClark2: ::shrugs::
TheWaiChibiAngel: Wow.
TheWaiChibiAngel: He is kinda slow. o_o
la chibi: Yeah, but we love 'im.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: Like I said...he's had a tough time.
NYClark2: I can run at a good pace.
la chibi: 'nyways, gotta go. Totally need t'cancel the order o' hot fudge and cream from that guy, since Tolaris ain't gettin' stuff t'night. o_o
Der DWSage: <_<
TheWaiChibiAngel: *And thus, Laura scoots slightly closer to Nightbride. Only to recieve a look from Dad*
Der DWSage: I don't want to know.
la chibi: *winks at Laura*
NYClark2: Oh, ok. Later Nightbride.
la chibi: *exaggerated whisper* 'Sokay, I don't bite. Much. Lose the big worrywart sometime an' I'll get you underaged hooch.
la chibi: *ZIPS*
Der DWSage: *Hops out of NB's arms!*
la chibi: *...erm, yes. Letting Kumo go too*
la chibi: (Gotta scramble. See y'all!)
NYClark2: ( Later, good to RP with you again! )
TheWaiChibiAngel: .....Crap!
Der DWSage: (G'night, Lyssy.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: You! *To Kumo* Who is she?
NYClark2: ::Picks Kumo up and puts him back on his shoulder:: She is Nightbride.
Der DWSage: Nightbride. Happily married succubus, complete with semi-demonic husband and an adopted daughter.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Succubus?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Well, that explains it. o_o
NYClark2: Explains what?
Der DWSage: Doesn't it though? She traded the taste of souls for chocolate, though, so no worry there.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Er....Nothing.
NYClark2: Oh... ok.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Laura has a thing about women, so desu.
Der DWSage: >_> Ah.
la chibi has left the room.
Der DWSage: Yeah, she's kinda nutty. Talk to her for more than twenty minutes and you can actually feel your head whirling.
NYClark2: A thing about them? What is wrong with them? Are not you one?
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: James? Come down here a moment.
TheWaiChibiAngel: .....Hello, Captain Retard!
Der DWSage: (Scratch that line!)
Der DWSage: *Whispers in James' ear, since he's already been picked up and all*
NYClark2: ::Holding Kumo on his shoulder, by the by::
Der DWSage: W2James:He means she wants to have sex with other women. Please don't just blurt that out, either.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Kumo's taking that a bit far, considering Laura's, like, 12. :-( )
Der DWSage: (:{ Perhaps he's just bad at judging age)
Der DWSage: (Or Sage has been hit with that same curse as her mom)
NYClark2: ::nods:: W: Ok. Listen, my head is starting to hurt a bit... have I been making sense?
Der DWSage: W:A little too much, actually. You're taking things really literally again.
Der DWSage: (Godsdammit. *Eats another techie for that*)
NYClark2: W: Oh... at least I have not seen any talking dogs today.
NYClark2: W: Although that really happened, strangely enough. Dan saw it too.
Der DWSage: W:...That's been known to happen, actually.
NYClark2: W: Are we being rude?
Der DWSage: W:No more than Laura.
NYClark2: W: Ok.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I was going to ask if she thinks she could fit a faerie down her-LAURA.
TheWaiChibiAngel: What!? I said down! Down is good! Up is the bad one!
Der DWSage: ...
Der DWSage: She could, actually. I've seen her pull an umbrella from there before. o_o
NYClark2: You mean her shirt? She must keep all sorts of things in there.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....
Der DWSage: Yeah.
Der DWSage: (Deliberately misleading comments:Keeping RPs alive since 1999!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: Think she would if I bet her she couldn't?
Der DWSage: She'd probably do it even if you just -asked.- She's weird like that.
NYClark2: She would have to keep here things there, I suppose. She never seems to wear anything with pockets.
NYClark2: her*
TheWaiChibiAngel: That does it, someone find me a stream!
NYClark2: A stream?
TheWaiChibiAngel: That does it. I'm going home. Mikhail, keep an eye on her.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Stream.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Streams are peacful.
NYClark2: Why do you need a stream?
Der DWSage: *Scribbles in notebook!* Goodbye, Mr. Gentz.
NYClark2: Goodbye, nice to meet you.
TheWaiChibiAngel: One must be at peace before they can transcend the earthly bounds of humanity and accieve...Faeriehood?...I guess.
NYClark2: We are in the park, there is a lake. Is not that peaceful enough?
NYClark2: that not*
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: Well, there is the pond, so long as you avoid the ducks...
TheWaiChibiAngel: Yeeaahhh...
NYClark2: There are also plenty of trees, some people find them relaxing.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Do you really wanan do that here? You're not wearing your robes.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Even better!
Der DWSage: *Shrug*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *and thus, Laura runs off! To a tree. :-(*
TheWaiChibiAngel: My little sisters' a perv, arigotou.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: Apology accepted.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Wha?
NYClark2: ( This should not be where RP stops. What happened? )
NYClark2: You said something, Kumo responded.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I don't even know what I said. o_o;
NYClark2: You said something that prompted Kumo to respond "Apology accepted."
NYClark2: Do you hear what you say?
NYClark2: When the curse activates, I mean.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Yes, but I don't understand it!
NYClark2: But you must have meant to say something in common, right?
TheWaiChibiAngel: No. o_o
NYClark2: No?
TheWaiChibiAngel: No.
NYClark2: Well when you said it, it made sense with the context of your statement. Otherwise Kumo could not have responded.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Uhhhh...Okay?
NYClark2: Ok.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Okay.
Der DWSage: (Sorry, was distracted.)
NYClark2: How often does the curse activate?
Der DWSage: *Looks up from notebook!* Hm? Oh, actually, I misunderstood. He didn't say sorry, he said thank you. I understand a tiny bit of Nekonian.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Shrugs* every now and then.
Der DWSage: Got it from one of the patients.
NYClark2: Your father seems a bit tough on you about it.
NYClark2: You seem perfectly able to carry on a conversation, most of the time.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Dad's a bit mad at everything, so desu.
NYClark2: Is that his curse?
TheWaiChibiAngel: He's not cursed.
Der DWSage: IM:Desu...don't remember desu. Feh.
Der DWSage: Just a magiphobe, thanks to these curses?
Der DWSage: We overhead the 'discussion' about the girl trying to run off with a mage general. Hakaril Silvar?
NYClark2: He should not be so mad then.
TheWaiChibiAngel: He's the only one that's not.
NYClark2: ( I thought Hak was married already. )
TheWaiChibiAngel: He's not a magiphobe, nekomata. And she wanted to be General Silvar's apprentice.
Der DWSage: Aaaah.
TheWaiChibiAngel: He and the GEneral didn't start off on the right foot.
Der DWSage: Oh?
Der DWSage: What'd he do, animate Bread?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Dad didn't know who he was, but he saw him buying porn on the street...
Der DWSage: ...
Der DWSage: So he gets angry for a perfectly normal action? o_o
Der DWSage: Hell, I should introduce him to Jal, and have Jal take a few drinks beforehand.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Not fitting for a general. *Shrug*
NYClark2: Shopping is not a crime.
Der DWSage: Oi. He's a general. Not a freaking God or anything. He's still a man.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Tell that to dad.
NYClark2: I do not think he was using work time to do his shopping.
Der DWSage: I'd like to, actually.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Laura's also going through some rebellious thing, or something. She wants to stay cursed because Dad wants to cure her. She runs around naked because Dad had robes enchanted for her. She died her hair black because Dad hates it.
Der DWSage: >_>
TheWaiChibiAngel: She thinks she likes girls because she knows it'll make Dad angry, no da.
Der DWSage: IM:*Thinks back to a certain rebellious moogle age*
NYClark2: Sounds like all your father has to do is just stop getting angry.
Der DWSage: ...Huh. I guess you're the responsible one in the family?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I guess so. o_o;
TheWaiChibiAngel: Laura can be smart. When she's not thinking of ways to get herself stuffed down women's shirts.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: I'm almost tempted to give him a few free samples of Jal's...'sedatives.'
NYClark2: I agree, aside from your curse's interference, you present a level headedness your father does not.
NYClark2: And your sister does not either.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I think it's the arguing, so desu.
Der DWSage: Mm. Perhaps...well, I haven't the foggiest idea of how to solve her curse. I still like the idea of a silence counter-curse for you, though. And your mother? If you've already seen mages, well, I haven't the foggiest...
NYClark2: It likely is.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Mom can't remember that she IS cursed, and Laura doesn't wanna be cured. ...SUGOI. >_<
Der DWSage: IM:Thank you. Hm...
Der DWSage: ...So why do you toss Laura outside at night? Just out of curiousity.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Dad does. It's supposed to be a punishment...Sort of like "Well, if you're not going to do your chores anyway, I'LL do them, and you'll know you'll catch hell tomorrow!"
Der DWSage: Huh.
Der DWSage: No wonder she rebels. It's pretty natural, all things considered.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Though, honestly, I think he's trying to tell her he doesn't care...
NYClark2: Does he care?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I think he's starting not to, so desu.
Der DWSage: <_< Gotta be tough on him too, though.
Der DWSage: ...Any idea why your mother's losing her memory? *Scribble in notebook!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Shrugs* Same reason Laura turns into a faerie? There's no real reason...
Der DWSage: There is the tattoo...
NYClark2: Was she always that way, for as long as you can remember?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Well, it's definitely that. And yeah...
NYClark2: That has to be the toughest for your father, and you two as well.
Der DWSage: *Write, write, scribble!* I wonder if your sister's changed yet.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Glances over* ...Nope.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (brb food :-( )
NYClark2: ::Looks to the tree::
NYClark2: ::Or doesn't::
TheWaiChibiAngel: *She's still just sitting there!*
NYClark2: I guess peace is hard to come by, for her.
Der DWSage: Easier than for her dad.
Der DWSage: *Ponder, ponder!*
Der DWSage: *Write, write* Maybe some Soma...
NYClark2: Soma?
Der DWSage: Weaker version of Jal's anesthetic. Generally given just to get someone to calm down a lot and still be conscious. He made it in case of werewolves or berserkers.
Der DWSage: He never got a chance to test it on the former, tho'.
NYClark2: That is a good thing, right?
Der DWSage: Depends. If a werewolf came charging at you while you had some, you'd want to -know- it worked.
NYClark2: I do not want a werewolf charging at me at all.
Der DWSage: Point taken.
NYClark2: But, they can be good folks. Eve lives with some.
Der DWSage: No real opinion on 'em. So long as they don't come at me with teeth, I'm happy.
NYClark2: I agree.
Der DWSage: *Ponders!*
Der DWSage: >_> Wish I had some on me. I'd let you just take it.
Der DWSage: *To kid!*
NYClark2: ( Shini is away, remember? )
Der DWSage: (Ah, right. Perhaps we should pause in meantime?
Der DWSage: )*
NYClark2: ( Ok. Though I don't want to stop just yet. )
la chibi has entered the room.
NYClark2: ( Chibi! )
la chibi: ('Alloa!)
NYClark2: ( Back for more RP goodness? )
la chibi: (Dunno. Whatcha offering?)
NYClark2: ( Well, James and Kumo are still in the park, so are the two kids Shini was playing, though he is afk right now. )
NYClark2: ( The girl is trying to faery-ize in the hopes of getting down NB's shirt. )
NYClark2: ( Good enough offer? )
la chibi: (.....I'm trying to figure out how she can get down a non-present person's shirt!)
NYClark2: ( She wants to catch up to NB after the change, I suppose. )
NYClark2: ( She didn't seem much for thinking things through. )
NYClark2: ( James: And she called me slow? )
la chibi: (I am tempted to play Karin, but unsure if I would have to worry about faeries wandering down HER shirt.)
NYClark2: ( You would. )
la chibi: (And hot damn I need to get Karin's sight fix. Maybe make a mini-arc out of it.)
NYClark2: ( Or might. )
Der DWSage: (For that matter, I'm tempted to write out Kumo and bring in Bill.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *LI )
TheWaiChibiAngel: (I mean. :O)
Der DWSage: (Hm!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Shrugs* No worries, so desu.
Der DWSage: 6.6 Actually, I think I'll go grab some. James, can you keep an eye on them for a bit while I run back home?
Der DWSage: Especially the shirt-fairy.
NYClark2: Ok, how long till you get back?
NYClark2: ::Puts Kumo back on the ground::
Der DWSage: Probably just a few minutes, if I don't get dragged into something.
NYClark2: Ok.
Der DWSage: *And off he goes! Into the wild blue yonder!*
la chibi: *like a mushroom?*
Der DWSage: IM:And a good chance to see how far he's come to dealing by himself.
NYClark2: ::Through the starry sea of wonder::
TheWaiChibiAngel: I think she's trying to hard to be calm. She might get a hemorage, no da.
NYClark2: I hope not.
la chibi: *and as it's a lovely day, what better way to enjoy it than in the park? Though really, she can't... y'know, see the sunshine or the flowers or all those lovely things*
la chibi: *a tall, pale-skinned woman with dark hair walks into the park with a white cane, which she sweeps in front of her*
la chibi: *and those eyes are totally under shades. Like, shady shades. Of shadeness*
Der DWSage: *Though she may hear something! As well as everyone else in the park! It's the lovely sound of a flute, played rather well, a nice and relaxing tune.*
la chibi: *considering she has no set path, other than whatever's clear, she ambles in that direction!*
NYClark2: That is some nice sounding music. ::Looks around for the source::
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Nods*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *And hey, look who's coming back over!* I must find whatever beautiful man is playing that. o_o
TheWaiChibiAngel: *James may notice she's looking a little blue. :-(*
Der DWSage: *If she could see what was playing, she'd probably be rather shocked! As...it's an Orc. Yes, an orc, wearing a traditional Nekonian bardic outfit, looking much like this poor fellow...except for wearing shoes and not being ugly*
Der DWSage: (Dammit, AIM!)
NYClark2: Your curse is starting to activate I see.
NYClark2: I have a quick question before you go off though.
la chibi: IM: Not bad.
NYClark2: How were you planning on catching up to Nightbride? She left quite some time ago, with no real indication of where she was going.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Go off where? The music can't be that far.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I figured that she'll be back, eventually....
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Scratches her chin*
NYClark2: Eventually might be tomorrow, or next week. Are you going to wait that long?
la chibi: *leans against a tree, lightly tapping the cane*
Der DWSage: *Play, play, notice he's drawing an audience and stop a moment, speaking with slight nekonian accent!* Hello there, gents and ladies. Nice evening for a song or two, hm?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I can wait.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Gentz, actually.
la chibi: Mhm. You play well.
Der DWSage: Gents, Gentz, a letter or two never hurt anybody. But thank you, my lady...I've been practicing since I was born.
TheWaiChibiAngel: YOU!
TheWaiChibiAngel: You are the one playing?!
NYClark2: It might make more sense to wait until you see her, ask her about it, and then try to change.
Der DWSage: o.o Yes, yes I am. Miss...?
la chibi: ...what's so surprising about him playing?
Der DWSage: IM:How very blue.
la chibi: You know eachother?
la chibi: *tips her head to one side, not bothering to look in the direction of either Laura or Bill*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Laura Gentz.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I would like to give you a hug, you beautiful man. o_o
Der DWSage: *Bow, grin!* Thank you, thank you. I'm Bill Namis, of the troupe Namis.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...An orc named Bill?
la chibi: Fangirls already.
Der DWSage: Mm-hm. Mum was up to the B's in her book. Second time around.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hey, thanks to this beautiful man, in five minutes or so, I'll be forming the official Shirt Spelunking guild! I am so very sorry for my sister's pervertedness. Arigotou.
Der DWSage: o_o
la chibi: ....
Der DWSage: Why did you tell me thank you?
la chibi: What? Shirt spelunking?
Der DWSage: Sumimasen is what you meant to say.
la chibi: IM: The hell? Doma gets weirder and weirder.
TheWaiChibiAngel: What?
NYClark2: Make certain you ask permission first.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Who needs it? Faeries are adorable. Doubly so when they're me!
Der DWSage: You said 'Sorry for my sister's pervertedness, arigotou.' You meant 'Sumimasen' not 'Arigotou.'
NYClark2: Perhaps, just stay out of trouble, ok?
Der DWSage: *Ignoring the shirt spelunking!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..This sure is taking a long time.
NYClark2: If you get impatient, you will not be relaxed, will you?
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: *Grin* I take it you'd like a bit more music? Perhaps I should play grandfather's special lullaby.
NYClark2: The music was nice, please continue.
la chibi: Mhm. *makes a vague 'go on' motion with one hand*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Do it! This is the worst thing that's happened all week.
Der DWSage: *Puts flute to them Orcish lips! And...an amazingly soothing lullaby comes out. If anyone were the slightest bit sleepy, they'd probably start dozing to it*
NYClark2: Why?
la chibi: Why is it so horrible if he plays...?
la chibi: *rather content!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: I'm gonna get blamed for it if she's smashed. Or squashed. Or anything.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...I can't think of a better way to go.
la chibi: ....what does that have to do with it?
Der DWSage: *Meanwhile!*
NYClark2: ::sits down somewhat near Mikhail to listen::
Der DWSage: *In Tolaris' room, a cry is heard!*
Der DWSage: *And a small figure is seen, binded in so many nets he may as well be in a cocoon* NIGHTBRIIIIDE! Get me OUTTA THIS THING!
la chibi: *no response!*
Der DWSage: *Back to the Park, Bill continues to play! It's pretty good at mellowing people out, it is*
NYClark2: Why should you be blamed?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *One may notice Laura's looking a bit short now. And hey, her hair turned green. ...And somewhat leafy in places.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Dad put me in charge. How am I supposed to explain it if she gets squashed?
Der DWSage: 6.6
Der DWSage: IM:Never done -that- before.
Der DWSage: *Plays!*
NYClark2: It depends on the circumstances. But, let us hope it does not come to that.
la chibi: ...why would she get squashed?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Long story.
NYClark2: Because she is shrinking.
la chibi: ....I'll take your word on that.
Der DWSage: *Is nearing the end of his song, apparently!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: I prefer to think of it as ascending the mortal bonds of flesh and blood, myself!
la chibi: .....but aren't you still mortal, if you can be squished...
la chibi: ?
la chibi: *yawns softly*
NYClark2: If that were the case, there would not be any worry over you getting squished.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I dunno. I kinda wanna get squashed. Don't think I can die with my curse going. Certainly doesn't seem like it.
Der DWSage: *Aaand end!* 6.6 First time I've ever seen someone turn...blue from my music.
NYClark2: That is the kind of question you do not really want to go out of your way to answer.
la chibi: .....
la chibi: IM: Right. Wonder if I should be glad I can't see right now.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *And thus, she disappears into clothing far too large.* Well, I've been crushed before! I was fine a couple days later!
Der DWSage: *Headscratch, put flute in belt!* I have to ask. Why are you turning into a little blue midget?
la chibi: .....*mutters* Doma is so interesting.
NYClark2: But, it had to hurt though, right?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Laura Gentz! Mage extrodonaire by day, faerie force of nature by night!...Except I tricked myself into thinking it was night!
Der DWSage: ...By making yourself sleepy?
TheWaiChibiAngel: It's easy!
Der DWSage: IM:She seems a few flutters short of a bag of pixie dust.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Think about ngiht! Think abnout me! Think about me at night!
la chibi: ....why would we want to?
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: So you're going to go...what was it? Shirt-spelunking now?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Sounds like a plan, yeah. ...Maybe.
la chibi: ...why shirt-spelunking?
NYClark2: First you have to get out of that pile of clothes.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Why not!?
DeathRaySpleen has left the room.
Der DWSage: *Assists by lifting pile!*
la chibi: ...because it would be a bit... antisocial?
NYClark2: I mean, there is a much bigger chance that you will be crushed if you are on the ground and underneath something that obscures you.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Well, the pile is lifted. She's still standing there, though. Hands on her hips, still shrinking...And stark naked. Though it doesn't seem to bother her much.* WELL, I DON'T HAVE WINGS YET.
Der DWSage: ...
Der DWSage: *Places pile slightly to left, raising eyebrow* Right. Bit of a culture question here...should I be bothered by her being naked, or no? I never get this one right.
la chibi: ....probably.
la chibi: Where are you from, since you don't seem to be bothered?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I DON'T CARE, WHY SHOULD YOU?
Der DWSage: >_> Depends. I sort of travelled a lot.
Der DWSage: *Shrugs a bit* I don't, really. Though I still want to know how you turned into a blue midget.
la chibi: Whole roving bard thing?
TheWaiChibiAngel: her logic is that fae aren't known for wearing silly man made fabrics. That, and she's too small to really notice anyway. Or will be, so da.
Der DWSage: Sort of. I was raised in a travelling troupe.
NYClark2: It is not normal behaviour here to go around being naked, but it does not seem to bother her. However, some people will be bothered by her being naked.
Der DWSage: I moved away from Doma during the war. Of course, I was only here for a few months.
la chibi: How small is she now?
TheWaiChibiAngel: About a foot. And still shrinkin', WOO!
Der DWSage: 6.6
Der DWSage: IM:I could probably squish her with my big toe.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Oh, and of note: She's got a lot of tattoos that weren't there two minutes ago now. Odd.*
la chibi: ......right.
Der DWSage: How very strange.
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: IM:I wonder if I could get away with poking that woman's chest and blaming the fairy.
la chibi: (BASTICH.)
la chibi: Mhm.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *And after the appropriate size is reached...Laura falls over. With a tiny scream of pain. :D* This is the best part.
Der DWSage: ...Uh...
Der DWSage: *Kneels, looking closely!* Wings are coming out? Anything I can do to help?
NYClark2: For whom, exactly?
la chibi: ...is she all right?
Der DWSage: For her! The girl screaming!
NYClark2: I mean who is it "the best part" for.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Everyone. This is where she swears like a sailor, I laugh at her pain, Dad ignores her, and Mom wonders why her baby is three inches tall and blue.
la chibi: .....your mother isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, is she?
NYClark2: Ahh...
TheWaiChibiAngel: She can't remember anything for more than a couple minutes.
TheWaiChibiAngel: That's her curse, <Nekonian sounding stuff that Shini can't think of :-( >
la chibi: .....
la chibi: Can you speak in plain Common?
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: He can't speak in plain Nekonian.
Der DWSage: He's got a good accent, but he says random stuff.
NYClark2: It is outside of his control though.
Der DWSage: *Looks down at girl again, sighs, and starts playing flute...all he really can do*
la chibi: .....what, skips a circuit from his mind to his mouth?
TheWaiChibiAngel: It's MY curse.
TheWaiChibiAngel: FAAAAAAHHHHH-*Pop!* AHAHH! GODSDAMNED THAT HURTS!
la chibi: ....
la chibi: Squeaky little thing.
la chibi: *covers her ears*
Der DWSage: *Puts away flute, once she finishes swearing* You alright now?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *There's a slight pause, before she stands agian, flicks blood off her wings, and...Poses?* TADAA! TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE, LET THE SHIRT SPELUNKING BEGIN!
la chibi: ....shut UP already!
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: ...There's blood on your wings...
TheWaiChibiAngel: BECAUSE THEY JUST GREW INSIDE OF ME, THEN POPPED OUT.
Der DWSage: *Stands, turns around!* Sorry, sorry...I just get grossed out at the sight of blood.
NYClark2: Are you sure you are ok?
la chibi: Sensitive sort. Need a wipe?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I'M GOOD!
TheWaiChibiAngel: Trust me. She's alright. ._.
la chibi: .....I'll believe you.
Der DWSage: ...Very loud, too. Tell me when the blood's gone, if you please.
NYClark2: Ok.
NYClark2: Is it worse when you change back?
la chibi: *chuckles slightly, and pats in Bill's general direction. Which may or may not be his back*
TheWaiChibiAngel: IT'S THAT WHOLE THING, IN REVERSE!
Der DWSage: <_<
la chibi: ......will you please CALM THE FUCK DOWN?
NYClark2: I mean the painful part.
Der DWSage: ...The blood gone?
TheWaiChibiAngel: YEP!
TheWaiChibiAngel: She's yelling to be heard. Her voice box is too small for most people to hear her unless she does.
Der DWSage: Eh. I've got sensitive ears. Comes from years of music training. *Turns back around!*
la chibi: ....I can take that then. But it goes UP and squeaks..
la chibi: *twitch*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *She flits up, and over...ANd lands on Bill's head* THE WINGS FEEL MUCH BETTER SLIDING BACK IN INSTEAD OF POPPING OUT.
Der DWSage: *Slight wince!* 9_9 So, ah, what are you going to do now?
TheWaiChibiAngel: TRYING TO REMEMBER WHY I FORCED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, IF THAT SUCCUBUS ISN'T AROUND!
la chibi: What succubus?
NYClark2: Nightbride.
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: Because you look cute? 9_9
la chibi: .....why did she trigger the need to change shape?
TheWaiChibiAngel: BECAUSE I WANTED TO GO DOWN HER SHIRT, BUT SHE'S GONE.
TheWaiChibiAngel: BUT YEAH, I GUESS IT'S BECAUSE I'M CUTE.
la chibi: .....the hell?
la chibi: I thought you were a chick?
NYClark2: She is.
Der DWSage: Yep.
la chibi: ......
la chibi: Life gets weirder and weirder.
Der DWSage: o_o Oh, right. Bisexuality and homosexuality isn't commonly accepted in some cultures.
la chibi: ....explain those words?
la chibi: The only bit I got in there was 'sex'.
Der DWSage: >_> Liking women, or liking both men and women.
la chibi: Sounds more like something a succubus would do.
Der DWSage: Nah. Lots of people.
TheWaiChibiAngel: She only does it to piss dad off.
la chibi: And there you go. *shrugs*
la chibi: Strange world.
Der DWSage: Oh? In that case, try hiding in his pants drawer some time.
NYClark2: I do not think that is a good idea.
NYClark2: What if you can not get out?
TheWaiChibiAngel: BECAUSE I'M NOT JUST DOING IT TO PISS DAD OFF.
la chibi: Sounds like you're doing a good job of it anyways, kd.
la chibi: *kid
Der DWSage: Mm-hm.
Der DWSage: *...Gets a little bored. Out comes that flute again, with a slightly more lively tune. Greensleeves, anyone?*
NYClark2: ::Lively? That tune always sounded depressing to me::
TheWaiChibiAngel: *And thus, Bill no longer has a faerie. Karin, however, dcoes.*
Der DWSage: *More lively than a lullaby, anyway*
la chibi: *not in cleavage, hopefully. ;_;*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *On the head :-(*
la chibi: *EXCELLENT*
la chibi: ...eh?
la chibi: *reaches up, gingerly patting*
Der DWSage: *Playus interruptus!* Fairy on your head, miss. *Playus resumus!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: WHAT"S THE MATTER, NEVER HAD SOMETHING SITTING ON YOUR HEAD?
la chibi: NO.
NYClark2: ::looks to Mikhail:: So, you said the tattoo was supposed to enhance a mage's power? What sort of mage are you?
TheWaiChibiAngel: We're both naturally wind and ice. ...But she changes when she...Changes.
la chibi: ..which means?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I BECOME A NATURE MAGE! I CAN TALK TO PLANTS. IT'S KIND OF CREEPY.
la chibi: ......have fun doing that. None in my hair.
Der DWSage: So you become a Druid?
TheWaiChibiAngel: SORTA.
NYClark2: Soryune can do that... Hmm.. I wonder how he is...
TheWaiChibiAngel: It's actually sort of interesting, so da.
Der DWSage: *Back to music he goes!*
Der DWSage: *Meanwhile again!*
Der DWSage: How in the WORLD did this woman get so much glue, and WHY did she put it over his paper?
Der DWSage: [/Interlude]
TheWaiChibiAngel: When she's in trouble like this, plants seem to go out of their way to help her. It's neat to watch, so desu.
Der DWSage: o.o
la chibi: Part of her... curse, then?
NYClark2: Plants going out of there way for anything is something you do not see every day.
Der DWSage: *Finishes up his song* So if I took a good swat at her...a tree would do the same to me?
NYClark2: ( their* )
TheWaiChibiAngel: NOT QUITE!
TheWaiChibiAngel: HAVE YOU EVER BEEN INSIDE A SEED?
la chibi: Can't say I have.
NYClark2: No.
Der DWSage: ...Not at all, though someone wrote a song on it once.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I HAVE!
TheWaiChibiAngel: You were delusional, Laura.
la chibi: ...must be a very short song.
NYClark2: What was it like?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!
la chibi: ....we get the image. Are you just waiting for 'Bride to come back so you can go shirt-spelunking?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE.
TheWaiChibiAngel: NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, I KINDA WANNA SEE THAT AGAIN.
NYClark2: See what again?
TheWaiChibiAngel: THE SEED. IT WAS COOL. I SHOULD WRITE A PAPER ON IT!
Der DWSage: (Got distracted, sorry.)
Der DWSage: >_> How in the world do you -go- shirt spelunking and not get crushed, anyway? Or at least smacked?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...GOOD QUESTION.
la chibi: ....indeed.
Der DWSage: I mean, if someone flew down my shirt, I doubt I'd take so kindly to it.
Der DWSage: I'd probably think you were some sort of large mosquito, actually, if I didn't get a good look.
la chibi: Surprised you haven't been squished, if you make a habit out of it.
NYClark2: It does seem likely.
TheWaiChibiAngel: She hasn't, so kawaii.
la chibi: You sound like one of those wanna-be Nekonians.
Der DWSage: ...He does, doesn't he? But he does get the tone right, so it's not completely awful.
la chibi: I'll take your word on that. Dunno much about the language.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I'm not trying to!
la chibi: For some reason, no-one likes imitating Valthi.
Der DWSage: *in Valthi!* =Probably because Valthi seems a much more gutteral language, while Nekonian is 'cute.'=
la chibi: =...how many languages do you speak, anyway?= *rather surprised!*
la chibi: *she can talk with someone besides Maxwell now!*
Der DWSage: =Seven. Not including the Orcish dialect from Gwa-aagh.=
la chibi: =Must have been travelling for quite a bit.-
Der DWSage: =From near birth to twenty. And then a bit more the past couple of months.=
la chibi: =Nice. You said you're with a troupe?=
NYClark2: How long are you going to talk like that?
la chibi: Ah. Sorry. Can switch languages.
la chibi: Just good being able to talk with someone outside the family.
NYClark2: You mean in that language?
la chibi: Mhm.
NYClark2: =While seven must have the cute, many languages seems a bit and.=
Der DWSage: (Sorry, mom introduced me to Writer's hell.)
la chibi: (Eh?)
la chibi: ....the hell?
NYClark2: What language is this?
la chibi: You just made no sense.
la chibi: Valthi.
Der DWSage: (It included phrases such as 'You too can have ultimate window cleaning knowledge!' and 'You can and earn more than boss!' which she had to rewrite.)
Der DWSage: o_o
la chibi: (....)
Der DWSage: Interesting word salad there.
la chibi: (I want ultimate cleaning knowledge!)
Der DWSage: Eidetic memory?
NYClark2: I did? Ahh... sorry.
Der DWSage: (We both died over that one.)
NYClark2: Something like that.
Der DWSage: *Shrug*
Der DWSage: So how many languages do you know?
la chibi: Me? Just two. Valthi and Common.
la chibi: Started out scrappy in Common, picked up more here.
la chibi: *grins slightly* Not all of it nice.
NYClark2: I used to know more than I do now, but I do not remember how many that was.
Der DWSage: *Chuckles*
Der DWSage: <_< Hm. Bit of memory loss?
la chibi: Patchy memory?
NYClark2: A bit.
NYClark2: I might have known maybe three languages passably, but I can not be sure. I do not really remember what they were either.
NYClark2: I do not even remember if it was aside from, or including common.
Der DWSage: o_o
NYClark2: At least I still remember that.
Der DWSage: Well, I can try a few...
NYClark2: Ok.
Der DWSage: *Says 'Can you understand me?' in Nekonian, Valthi, Inustani, Gwa-aghian, Barian, Dwarvish, Elven, and even Mazoku*
CGNakibe: (We do have a rather diverse language set...)
NYClark2: ::The first three get a sort of nod, seeming familiar, the fourth one doesn't::
la chibi: (Indeed.)
la chibi: *has a blank look on her face! And a faerie on her head*
NYClark2: ::The fifth one...:: Ahh... ahhh... that is a language? No no... can not be.
NYClark2: I do not think I have heard such of such a man before.
NYClark2: ::He seems to be getting a bit agitated, for some reason::
Der DWSage: *Stops after Barian, then* Are you alright?
NYClark2: Listen, it makes sense when you think of how far it takes to get there.
NYClark2: ::shakes his head::
Der DWSage: ...Eh?
la chibi: ....you all right?
NYClark2: No, it is not a sunny day right now. And things have seen warmer days.
la chibi: .... you need to go inside?
Der DWSage: *Blink*
Der DWSage: ...Did I break him?
la chibi: Maybe get a healer?
NYClark2: I thought Kumo would be back by now...but, it takes a molehill to build a mountain.
Der DWSage: ...
Der DWSage: *Meanwhile again!*
Der DWSage: *And a certain Moogle is trying to force open a doorknob!* Godsdammit, why did she have to soundproof the room? Why? WHY? And then lock ALL the doors!
Der DWSage: o_o I have this feeling I missed a horrible experience.
Der DWSage: Screw this, I'm going out the window. I'll just have to magically float down.
Der DWSage: [/Interludus]
Der DWSage: Are you...erm...alright?
NYClark2: ::shakes his head:: >_< ....not... really.
Mekta satak kai: (I'm still here and still logging.)
CGNakibe: (Logs I will have. Again I apologize for not RPing much, but I've been out. ;_; )
NYClark2: But if you order now, it comes with half price tickets! Fruit Salad for all!
Der DWSage: (Do I have full permission to call one or more of you bastards?)
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: You have any idea what to do here, miss?
Mekta satak kai: (I've been in a tabletop session.)
Mekta satak kai: (I've kept the window open so that I can upload this RP chat.)
Der DWSage: (How about Spleen? Can I call him a bastard? :{ )
Mekta satak kai: (Yes.)
la chibi: ...take him to a healer.
la chibi: Not a clue beyond that.
Der DWSage: Right then. You know any around?
NYClark2: We all have our curses to bear... sorry for the inconvienence.
la chibi: ....yeah. Know a place.
la chibi: And you sure you're all right?
la chibi: You handle the guy; I'm going to have my hands full just making sure we get there.
NYClark2: I have seen better days, painted on the windowsill.
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: Lovely. Hope he doesn't weigh -too- much...
Der DWSage: *Fortunately for our heroes, Kumo comes running back at that exact moment!* James!
la chibi: .....squeaky thing?
Der DWSage: *Panting!* Sorry...late...Nightbride...really good at traps...
NYClark2: Is someone calling me? ::looks around:: Hi Kumo... things got kind of bad here.
NYClark2: Raining pretty tough fish lately.
Der DWSage: o_o
Der DWSage: ...James?
NYClark2: Yes?
Der DWSage: ...I'd like you to answer a few simple questions.
Der DWSage: You're slipping up again.
NYClark2: Ok.
NYClark2: Yes.
NYClark2: Is that a question? I think it did not sound like one.
NYClark2: But then again, it might have had three sides.
Der DWSage: *Holds up fingers! There are four!* That wasn't a question, neither is this sentence, but what I'm about to say is. How many fingers do you see on my left hand?
la chibi: ....nuttier than pecan pie.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I KNEW IT!
TheWaiChibiAngel: HE IS RETARDED!
la chibi: ....
la chibi: *reaches up, attempting to swat Laura*
Der DWSage: I just started speaking in other languages. Then he started like...this.
NYClark2: I never saw the inside of a seed, but you would not like what I saw. This side of injustice lives a dripping spigot of iniquity.
la chibi: ....he do this often?
Der DWSage: No, this is really bad. James, stay with me.
NYClark2: Four.
Der DWSage: *Nod*
Der DWSage: What color is my right wing?
Der DWSage: *Turns slightly, showing off a pink wing!*
NYClark2: Four and four and four and four is sixteen. And four more is twenty. You can not get any righter than that.
NYClark2: Very light red.
Der DWSage: IM:Good enough.
Der DWSage: If Charlie Choco chucked a chili chow, what did Charlie Choco chuck?
NYClark2: Sixteen to the fourth is sixty-five thousand, five hundred and thirty six. Let there be no doubt in the world.
la chibi: *whispers to Bill*
Der DWSage: >_> IM:How strange...
la chibi: *w* Wonder if his math's even right.
TheWaiChibiAngel: HE'S A BLOOMIN' IDIOT! *Flits away from Karin*
NYClark2: Charlie wasted some good chili.
Der DWSage: *Nod, nod!*
Der DWSage: Much better. Let's go home, James. Maybe you'll do a bit better there.
NYClark2: If Kumo took to long to get back, what happened?
la chibi: *meanwhile!*
la chibi: CURSE YOU TOLARIS, FOR BEING A WILY, SLIPPERY BASTARD!
la chibi: *shakes her fist over ruined traps*
la chibi: */meanwhile*
Der DWSage: I accidently tripped some of Nightbride's traps meant for Tolaris.
la chibi: ....she still doing that?
Der DWSage: o_o You kidding? Nets, glue, locked doors...I had to climb out a three-story window to escape.
Der DWSage: *Raises left foot!* This came off the floor, too.
Der DWSage: Foot:*Has large glob of dried glue stuck to it!*
la chibi: What came?
NYClark2: Rather persistent skyline, I would say.
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: ...Let's get you home, James.
NYClark2: Ok.
NYClark2: ::picks up Kumo:: Point out the right decision!
Der DWSage: *Scribbles something in the notebook real fast, hands it to Bill and Karin, and then points towards healing house!*
la chibi: ....erm?
la chibi: Musician? You might be better at reading this.
NYClark2: ::Gets to walking::
la chibi: *waves it generally at Bill*
la chibi: And bye, kiddo.
NYClark2: Kumo... the flutist played some songs.
Der DWSage: *And off they go!*
Der DWSage: 6.6 Did he? How were they?
NYClark2: But then he started talking in strange words.
Der DWSage: 6.6 Says 'Sorry if he caused trouble. He went through Memoria recently. He went insane for a while. He's still recovering, and is not like this normally.'
Der DWSage: Strange? Like...magic incantations? Or just another language?
la chibi: Memoria?
la chibi: Still not answering anything.
Der DWSage: Or Onomatapeiea? Words meant to sound like sound effects?
NYClark2: =Languages are cute, seven Valthi travelling.=
Der DWSage: Memoria...rings a bell somehow. Must not've been pleasant, if he went insane.
NYClark2: ::In Valthi::
NYClark2: Something like that.
NYClark2: I remembered that I used to be able to speak other languages... but not which ones.
Der DWSage: ...Valthi.
NYClark2: So he started to say things in some.
Der DWSage: 6.6
Der DWSage: Hm!
Der DWSage: *Begins writing in notebook!*
Der DWSage: IM:Weird. Sort of a...breakdown in languages?
la chibi: ....mhm. Not everything in memories ought to be kept.
Der DWSage: To see which ones you know?
la chibi: Least if it's like the name implies.
NYClark2: Yes, Valthi. The blind woman spoke it too.
NYClark2: Yeah.
Der DWSage: Yeah...
Der DWSage: *Sighs* Well, I guess that explains some of that...he was an honest lunatic.
NYClark2: When I heard one... I do not know, the day went bad... sorry.
Der DWSage: It's alright, James. Not your fault. It's not like you hurt any...hurt anyone.
Der DWSage: *Headshake!* You just made a strange day in Doma a little bit stranger.
NYClark2: No... I was a bit scared of something. I do not know why.
la chibi: Nice one though.
la chibi: *shrugs*
la chibi: What's your name?
NYClark2: Something in those words I do not even know if I ever knew.
Der DWSage: Scared?
Der DWSage: Ah, I'm wounded that you forgot already my mystery Valthi lady. I'm Bill Namis, of the Troupe Namis.
NYClark2: Being sensible is hard work, you know.
Der DWSage: I'm well aware, James. Trust me on this.
Der DWSage: *Obviously BS-ing from the tone!*
NYClark2: I am glad you came back.
Der DWSage: Yeah. Again, I'm sorry I took so long in getting back...Nightbride is thorough when she sets traps.
NYClark2: Why did she try to trap you?
la chibi: *chuckles* Right. Bad with names. I think the girl said you're an orc?
Der DWSage: I think it was meant for Tolaris. I went into his room to try and see if he was there and warn him about the traps. A net sprang as soon as I opened the door.
la chibi: And I'm Karin. *gives a vague salute with two fingers*
Der DWSage: Through and through. Probably born in GwaAgh, to boot.
NYClark2: It looks like you were right.
NYClark2: Maybe you should have knocked first.
Der DWSage: He doesn't answer a lot of times when I knock. Especially if he's busy writing.
la chibi: Ah. Can't say I ever met an orc before.
Der DWSage: ...I think he'd prefer I interrupt him than let him be trapped by Nightbride.
la chibi: *shrugs* New things every day.
Der DWSage: Well, I'm a rather atypical Orc.
NYClark2: Well, next time you see him, you can tell him about today, and warn him for next time.
Der DWSage: I was raised by a Nekonian band of performers, and my favorite instrument is the flute. Though I can play a little bit on most woodwinds.
la chibi: Why the Nekonians?
NYClark2: I wonder how much I have forgotten.
Der DWSage: I've no idea. I was just dropped there. I also detest fighting, faint at the sight of blood, and while I've got a strong back, I'm something of a hemophiliac.
NYClark2: Is that the only way I can be sensible?
NYClark2: ( Phobe )
Der DWSage: Not nearly as much as you'll learn...
Der DWSage: (Philiac. Thin blood.)
la chibi: ....explain that last word? Not sure I know what it means in Common.
NYClark2: ( Oh... )
Der DWSage: When I start bleeding, I don't clot like normal people. It takes a lot longer for me to stop.
Der DWSage: 6.6 Well, who really decides what sensible is anyway?
la chibi: ...ouch.
NYClark2: Something scary about funny words. I can not say why.
Der DWSage: ...
la chibi: Puts a hamper in fights then.
NYClark2: Sensible is not losing touch with what is here and now.
Der DWSage: Words do have a lot of power...but only if you listen to them. Only if you let them do the thinking for you, instead of thinking with them.
Der DWSage: Like I said...I detest fights. Besides, what would I do, hit them over the head with my flute? I'm no warrior.
la chibi: *gives a crooked grin, shaking her braid over one shoulder* Got plenty of people who're willing to do that for you anyway.
NYClark2: But =the bit a traveling orcish valthi have been= was not scary.
la chibi: Kind of miss getting into fights, actually.
la chibi: Releases tension.
Der DWSage: Hm. Maybe it was something to do with Memoria?
NYClark2: Maybe.
Der DWSage: I'll stick with music.
NYClark2: Maybe it was the kind of words.
la chibi: Your choice, Bill.
Der DWSage: Mm-hm. Besides, who says that a man has to be physically strong to win a fight?
NYClark2: I mean, they were all different languages right?
Der DWSage: 'There is nothing that a man with a million dollars fears more than a million men banded together to retriever their dues, led by a strong conviction and will.'
la chibi: Or woman. All it takes is ruthlessness.
la chibi: Where'd you pull that quote from?
Der DWSage: Sounds like it...
Der DWSage: Don't remember off the top of my head. One play or another...I used to be quite an actor, too.
la chibi: All-around talented then. You're not with your troupe anymore?
NYClark2: But I do not know. It is hard to think right now. The park is usually nice though.
NYClark2: Take the pond for instance. It is peaceful looking.
Der DWSage: *In a new, and flawless accent!* Ah, alas und alack, no. Hy've been seperated for mhenny long days.
NYClark2: The trees are calm.
Der DWSage: ...
la chibi: .....the hell?
la chibi: Mind not switching voices on me?
Der DWSage: IM:Hm. Interesting...no Jacob, hard for him to think, he was all but crazy...
NYClark2: Nice to sit on the ground and relax.
Der DWSage: Sorry, couldn't resist. I was pretty good at changing voices...and with make-up being what it is, sometimes I played as many as five different people in a single play.
NYClark2: Or stand and feel the wind go by.
Der DWSage: ...
la chibi: How'd you get lost from 'em?
Der DWSage: ...James, new direction. I think I know somewhere else you'd like to be.
la chibi: Though if you're looking for a place to join up, met a guy the other day... Ludok. Play-writing type.
NYClark2: Huh? Ok.
la chibi: Might look him up.
Der DWSage: ...Creative...differences.
NYClark2: Point the way Captain!
Der DWSage: I thought that they were inviting thieves to join the troupe. They hated it when I proved them right.
Der DWSage: *Does! And this new direction takes them out of the city boundaries!* My old home. It was great...nothing to bother a person for a mile in any direction, surrounded by nature, everything provided by the fruit and streams...
NYClark2: Streams, I hear those are relaxing.
la chibi: Shouldn't they have been, you know, a bit less pissy since you were right?
NYClark2: Sounds nice.
Der DWSage: Den dey vere frustrated ven Hy vent on beink right, ven dese tieves schtayed und didn' mend der vays.
NYClark2: ::New heading::
Der DWSage: It is. Trust me, it is...so long as the animals haven't gotten into it, which they shouldn't have, then there should still be a few amenities still around. Like chairs, a table, and a bed.
Der DWSage: *Outside of the city, ho!*
la chibi: ....ja. I feel loik I'm talkin' loik I got monster teeth in mah mouth.
la chibi: Though your people sound pretty damn trusting.
Der DWSage: Dey REALLY didn' like dat Hy kould see directly trough bullshit. Not ven dese tieves 'proved' der innocence vith ass-keesink.
NYClark2: ::Passes the gates and off they go::
NYClark2: Maybe we will run into Miss Bear from before.
Der DWSage: *Change back!* So I left, before they got more irate and the thieves took matters into their own hands.
la chibi: Fun times then.
Der DWSage: ...Let's hope not, James. I'd rather not deal with a bear.
Der DWSage: Even a friendly one.
NYClark2: She is not always a bear.
NYClark2: She just can look like one.
Der DWSage: ...Shapeshifter?
la chibi: Doma's not too bad a city to make a living though, if you're an entertainer.
NYClark2: Makes sense.
Der DWSage: Yeah. Keep getting hired to play at bars, though one of them kind of...scared even me. o_o
la chibi: What bar?
NYClark2: She had a fox with her, I did not really say much to her though.
NYClark2: But she invited me to visit her and join her for a smoke. I do not know what that means though. Is she setting herself on fire?
Der DWSage: The Rainbow Cock, I think. Or was it Rainbow Lights?
la chibi: .... *snickers slightly*
la chibi: Mostly men, some guy in rabbit ears?
Der DWSage: Yeah. How much more obvious can you get that it's a gay bar?
Der DWSage: ...
la chibi: Dunno. Think I went there once.
la chibi: Some guy thought I was my brother, tried hitting on me.
la chibi: When I turned around, he went....
Der DWSage: Okay, seriously, exactly how much oddness comes into Doma on a daily basis?
la chibi: *mimics a slack-jawed expression* "Oh my GAWDS, you've got boobs!"
Der DWSage: And then leaks into the forest? No WONDER the fae love this place...
Der DWSage: *Snickers, appreciated even a sunglassed slack-jaw*
NYClark2: A lot.
NYClark2: But plenty of oddness lives in Doma.
la chibi: They make good mixed drinks though, if you're into the fruity stuff. Not bad prices either, though they give 'em embarrassing names.
la chibi: *shrugs* I'm more of a straight whiskey type though.
NYClark2: But, I knew some good friends that might fit that job description.
Der DWSage: *Sigh*
la chibi: *grins ferally* Did you get hit on?
Der DWSage: Perfect place for us, then. The emo happy Moogle from the wilderness...and, well, you.
Der DWSage: Ye gads, I had five-gil pieces stuffed into all my pockets. o_o
NYClark2: Right.
la chibi: Guess they liked the big macho look.
Der DWSage: At least it was profitable, though I REALLY could've done without the pants-snapping.
Der DWSage: *Snicker!*
Der DWSage: Big macho? I'm anything but.
la chibi: Hm? Can't tell, really. Just guessed off you being an orc.
la chibi: *taps her sunglasses* Blinder'n a bat.
Der DWSage: Here, feel my arm. This isn't the arm of someone big and macho. I'd thought you would guess from my voice, but I expect too much sometimes...*Offers arm!*
la chibi: *grope grope!*
la chibi: *I mean... pat pat!*
Der DWSage: *And they are getting closer! It really is a nice piece of wilderness!*
Der DWSage: Arm:*Feels like a lady's arm!*
NYClark2: I have not camped out in a long time.
Der DWSage: It's really nice out here.
NYClark2: Good to not have death and destruction waiting for me when I wake up.
Der DWSage: ...
la chibi: Skinny boy. Might need to bulk up sometime.
la chibi: What color are you?
NYClark2: Most of the time I was not out of town on vacation.
Der DWSage: Green. At least I fit that much.
Der DWSage: Besides, I -am- fit. I just don't bulk up easily. Some think I'm at least a quarter human, but I doubt it.
la chibi: Why?
NYClark2: You were there for some of it. But the old days are gone and gone. Let us have peace and calm at last.
Der DWSage: Because I'm so un-Orclike. I don't build up easily, I don't care much for red meat, I'm as calm as can be...
la chibi: Nah, I mean why do you doubt it?
Der DWSage: Oh. Because I'm a very vivid green, and you get at least some pink if you're at all human.
la chibi: *snickers* And by those ranks, I'm more orcish than you.
la chibi: Ah. Don't really know much 'bout orc skin tones, mixing and all that.
la chibi: *shrugs* Used to seeing pretty much pure humans up in Valth, 'til I came down here.
Der DWSage: *Nod*
Der DWSage: Never visited Valth. Learned the language, but never visited. Some of the most beautiful songs were written there, though...
NYClark2: ::Looks around for those chairs, are they there?::
la chibi: ...I guess. Never really listened to much of the high-brow Valthi culture.
la chibi: *shrugs* Didn't really have time for that, growing up.
Der DWSage: *There are...well, they resemble chairs. Maybe under all that dust, and a few birds' nests, there really are seats. And a table!*
Der DWSage: Should be a bed in back...well, two, but you can't sleep in mine.
la chibi: Had fun and all, but over time... awfully small place. Your world feels cramped.
Der DWSage: >_> Mm. My life was entirely open spaces, high culture and entertainment, and wondering if you were going to be the next one to starve to death from poverty. At least some of us could hunt when things got bad, though.
NYClark2: It looks like someone else moved in.
la chibi: ...yeah. Never had that at least. Valth's got a tough system that way.
NYClark2: ::Points to the nests::
Der DWSage: Nah. The eggs are gone...I don't think they were here to stay. This place gets wicked cold in winter if you don't seal the door right.
NYClark2: Oh. Good thing you have a coat then.
la chibi: How's it feel being on your own?
Der DWSage: *Nod, nod, sigh* A lot like being on the road with everyone else...when noone was in the mood to talk.
Der DWSage: Mm-hm.
NYClark2: We should start cleaning up.
la chibi: Not found any other groups to join up with?
Der DWSage: *Ponders, hopping off of James' shoulders* I got everything I needed out of here a long time ago...but yeah, we can try and clean some of this mess.
Der DWSage: *Starts with nests!*
NYClark2: ::Likewise::
Der DWSage: Not yet. Waiting a while, actually. Seeing the sights on my own instead of being with others...it's nice to set your own style.
la chibi: That's good. Always good to have that sort of freedom...
la chibi: *sighs slightly*
la chibi: ....hm. What's it like in Nekonia?
Der DWSage: 'Why hurry and scurry like so many ants? It's a helluva way to die, slowly by degrees! Relax, settle down, smell the roses, amble instead of run! Down with the TickTockMan!'
la chibi: .....
la chibi: You are possibly the third most random person I met. Or fourth.
Der DWSage: ...From another play. In the troupe, if you didn't manage to get things done in a specific way and on time, you were met with quite a bit of scorn. And lots of Nekonians felt the same way.
NYClark2: How long since you were last here?
Der DWSage: *And they clean and clean!* Months. Don't...remember exactly. Lost a lot of time...
la chibi: Hell of a memory.
Der DWSage: Well, wasn't it the same in Valthi?
Der DWSage: If you were ten minutes late, didn't they treat you as if a precious commodity had been wasted?
la chibi: ...yeah, I guess. Never thought of it that way.
la chibi: Just so used to living in it.
NYClark2: ::And finally they have some chairs to sit on::
Der DWSage: It's the same the world over...inefficiency is practically a sin. Almost worse than actual sinning.
Der DWSage: Well, continent over at least. Not sure about the rest of the world...
la chibi: Think the cats are a lot more tolerant about certain things though.
la chibi: I... learned a lot coming here. Gotta admit I still have a lot of the prejudice though.
Der DWSage: ...I haven't told you yet. I probably should.
NYClark2: ::Sits::
Der DWSage: Mm. At least you're working out of them.
NYClark2: Told me what?
Der DWSage: I went mad again. For a long time, I was that...demon. Those ghosts of anger and fear and resentment.
la chibi: ...I guess. Still got a ways to go.
NYClark2: I know about ghosts.
NYClark2: Looks like we both have our path to walk.
la chibi: ....tell more about Nekonia? Or maybe Inustani?
Der DWSage: You're having a pleasant chat with an Orc, aren't you? I'm sure being blind has helped at least some of those prejudices get erased...
Der DWSage: Well...I never spent much time in Inustani. There was just a man from Inustani in our troupe. I've always had a bit of a knack for languages.
NYClark2: Sorry that I depend on you more than you can on me, though.
la chibi: *snickers* Yeah. Plus just being human doesn't mean you can't be a shitty person.
Der DWSage: Not at all, James.
Der DWSage: Friendship isn't like that. It's not a 'what can I get out of you' arrangement.
la chibi: Hm. Know how well Common's spoken in most of the other countries?
la chibi: Just thinking that when I came here, I didn't really do a tour of places outside of Doma. Might try fixing that sometime.
la chibi: And sort of doubt that Valthi's going to get me far.
Der DWSage: Depends. Gwaagh, practically noone speaks it. Inustani and Nekonia, you've got maybe seven in ten that speak it semi-fluently. They're definitely your best bet...
Der DWSage: *Ponder!*
la chibi: Yeah... and no offense, but doubt I'd want to visit Gwaagh.
Der DWSage: None taken. Hated it the entire time I was there, too.
NYClark2: ::nods::
Der DWSage: I visited it-briefly, mind you-to find out what I could of my parentage. What I found out? Apparently, at best, I'm a refugee to be looked at with pity. At worst, I'm the son of traitors to be killed.
Der DWSage: Depending on who my parents were.
la chibi: ...talk about a disconnect.
Der DWSage: ...I killed two people. Two more people, I should say. Months ago.
NYClark2: And you really killed them...?
NYClark2: You are certain?
Der DWSage: Mm-hm. So I left rather quickly. Only spent a month there.
Der DWSage: Yes...yes, it was me. I was conscious, even if I...well, it's sort of like how berserkers just lose control.
Der DWSage: They were attacking a little girl, and I butchered them...and then I fled the city. Far to the northwest.
la chibi: Surprised it was even that long.
NYClark2: Was the little girl ok?
Der DWSage: Oh, it did have -some- redeeming qualities. Some of the food, some of the drum songs...
Der DWSage: I think so. I don't know. Probably.
la chibi: Food?
la chibi: *quirks an eyebrow*
NYClark2: Good.
la chibi: Got the impression most of 'traditional' orc food was roasting it over a fire 'til it stopped bleeding.
Der DWSage: o_o Steamed rabbit done Orcish. You'd be amazed at what those chefs can do.
Der DWSage: Yes, well, so did I. I was impressed, really.
la chibi: Hm. Got the recipe?
Der DWSage: ...I don't want it getting out. I've managed to start listening to the voice, and shutting it down instead of just shutting it down altogether.
NYClark2: Voice?
Der DWSage: Unfortunately, no. 'Old Orcish secret' they told me.
Der DWSage: The demon that possesses me. The Delloran. It's...well, it scares me, frankly.
la chibi: Pity. Kind of in the mood for some kind of meaty dish.
Der DWSage: It's made of all the ghosts and memories of my old tribe that was murdered so badly. All of them...
la chibi: Eh. Might ask Maxwell about getting steaks sometime this weekend.
Der DWSage: Hm. Then I shouldn't tell you about the things they did with potatoes?
NYClark2: Will they ever find rest?
la chibi: Were they good things?
Der DWSage: o_o They hollowed them out and put rabbit or some other meat in them. Stripped the skin. And it was good.
la chibi: ...like, steamed 'em or fried it?
Der DWSage: I don't know, James. I don't know...they've avenged themselves already. Maybe they'll find rest when I do...
Der DWSage: Take your pick.
la chibi: Hm.
NYClark2: But you are already living a happier life. Do they want to ruin it?
la chibi: *seems to be pondering!*
Der DWSage: I don't think they realize they are...or they don't care.
NYClark2: As a member of their tribe, they should care about you.
Der DWSage: If you saw everyone you ever cared about being killed and tortured in front of your eyes James, while you were being tortured yourself...I don't think you'd die a happy person.
NYClark2: No.
la chibi: ...damn, I'm hungry.
Der DWSage: *Chuckle*
Der DWSage: I think the Battling Ass is closed by now...
NYClark2: You know I died once.
Der DWSage: Et tu?
la chibi: ....huh. Bbeen ages since I went there.
NYClark2: Yes... did you think I was always this way?
Der DWSage: Nice place, plenty cheap, and lived through the war.
Der DWSage: Honestly? I don't remember a lot. It's hard to remember much that happened longer than a year ago. Even then, I can only remember big events from more than a month or so.
NYClark2: It was a long time ago.
NYClark2: Before I ever came here.
la chibi: ...what time is it now?
Der DWSage: *Nod, listen*
Der DWSage: *Looks up!* Moon's high over 5. So it's around 9-ish.
la chibi: ....huh. Surprised by how late it is.
NYClark2: I find trees and nature a bit relaxing because I spent my childhood, what I had of it, in a village in... or maybe near... a forest.
la chibi: Should be getting home in a bit, or the kid will worry.
Der DWSage: You have children?
NYClark2: It reminds me of something I barely know anymore.
la chibi: Sort of. Adopted him.
la chibi: And even then, he's only a kid.... erm. Half the time.
la chibi: *stretches*
Der DWSage: ...Right.
NYClark2: I lived with my parents and my...
Der DWSage: Well, good night.
NYClark2: my...
Der DWSage: With Jacob?
NYClark2: Brother until we were 8.
NYClark2: And then we got caught up in... Maybe someone called it "foolish destiny."
la chibi: You too. *waves slightly, and walks off, using her cane to sweep the ground*
NYClark2: Someone someone someone... I knew someone. But not now.
Der DWSage: ...
NYClark2: Foolish destiny killed my brother and I.
Der DWSage: IM:He couldn't even remember Jacob for a while...
NYClark2: He sure is taking his time.
Der DWSage: So what happened?
NYClark2: Our childish games took us wandering too far out from the village.
NYClark2: There was a cave we were forbidden to enter.
NYClark2: Jacob wanted to go. He talked me into it.
Der DWSage: IM:Listen up, Kumo. This may be important, and there may be a quiz later.
NYClark2: So in we went.
NYClark2: There is normally a rite of passage in the culture I barely know.
NYClark2: My family is split into three parts.
NYClark2: But you would only ever see two of those parts.
Der DWSage: IM:Two?
NYClark2: Because the third part lives and dies, and makes more life. Peaceful, happy, calm, and not much is expected of them. No destiny except to raise a family.
NYClark2: But certain pairs of siblings or twins are chosen to leave.
Der DWSage: Why? Or do you remember?
NYClark2: Foolish destiny.
NYClark2: The pairs are split between two opposing sides of my family.
NYClark2: At the head of each are the two great uncles of us all.
NYClark2: Brothers, twins themselves. They are bound up in foolish destiny the most. They will fight forever.
Der DWSage: ...
NYClark2: Our gods, our family. Who choose us from birth to fight our own blood, forever. Until the last day. I hope it does not come soon.
Der DWSage: *Silent*
NYClark2: Surprising what you can remember in the calm of the woods. Hm?
NYClark2: Normally the cave is the rite of passage into adulthood, and only those ready, enter it.
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NYClark2: Normally, we should not have been able to enter it.
NYClark2: But the more aggressive, power hungry uncle, wanted to tip the balance.
NYClark2: Even just one entire pair of twins to himself might have been enough.
NYClark2: Or a start, to his final victory.
NYClark2: David is one of his names.
NYClark2: An unassuming one. But his nonetheless.
Der DWSage: (Hoi. Been given speech. I must needs be off.)
Der DWSage: ...Mind if I sleep on this James? Fighting off Nightbrides' traps took more energy than I thought, sorry.
NYClark2: ( I am being mighty verbose, aren't I? )
Der DWSage: (You art. I was given speech by mum, however.)
NYClark2: ( Sorry... you got me all mythological. )
NYClark2: Hm? Ok.
NYClark2: I will not have not died before when we wake up tomorrow.
Der DWSage: *Nods, goes to his small bed-small even for him-and writes like mad in the journal before dozing off!*
Der DWSage: (So, g'night.)
NYClark2: ( G'night. )
Der DWSage has left the room.
la chibi has left the room.
NYClark2: ( So here I went, going all blah blah blah, with my mythos. I should just write it up, but that's too much like work... and yet, RPing it, that's fine somehow. Yay inconsistency. )
Mekta satak kai: (I'm still here to log.)
NYClark2: ( Welcome awake. )
Mekta satak kai: (What the hell is the big block of text?)
Mekta satak kai: (Backstory action?0
Mekta satak kai: *)
NYClark2: ( Totally. )
NYClark2: ( Some people think "Oh reploid, reploid!" I have this whole complicated thing in my head. )
NYClark2: ( If you are up for RPing, you could have "Miss Bear" stop by. )
Mekta satak kai: (I'm not RPing.)
Mekta satak kai: (I told you I'm here to log.)
Mekta satak kai: (I'm headed to bed. I'll upload in the morning.)
NYClark2: ( I know. )
NYClark2: ( Ok... )
NYClark2: ( So now my backstory, or a part of it, is headed up there to be "real" )
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