You have just entered room "rpundernosunatall."
PsychoQuadDuck: (I'm kinda debating who to use as it is, myself.)
DarkLordKelne has entered the room.
Der DWSage: Sorune, Sher, Bill, someone else...
Lithaladhwen: (Erm...part of me wants to use Holly but...hm. I don't think I will. The time is not right! *poses*)
Der DWSage: ...Howsabout a setting, hoss?
AngeloState606 has entered the room.
Der DWSage: Hey, it's the Battle Accountant!
AngeloState606: Yeppers! In the flesh...
AngeloState606: Well, sorta.
Lithaladhwen: (That's right. Ashley's recruiting.)
Lithaladhwen: (Now to see who responds...)
Der DWSage: In the text?
AngeloState606: Yeah! That's more like it!
AngeloState606: High five!
AngeloState606: *Holds up hand white-girl style*
Der DWSage: *High-fives!*
AngeloState606: Aww yeah!
AngeloState606: I hate hate hate drawing in MS Word; it's terrible.
PsychoQuadDuck: (I gotta figure out who to use myself. And maybe even get a setting in order.)
Lithaladhwen: (Damn it. Where is Charles. I IMed him. Also Bes, Clark, Tai, and Dia.)
Der DWSage: *Looks in the Doman Guide!*
Der DWSage: ...If I may suggest an oddball one...
Der DWSage: The Archives.
Lithaladhwen: The Archives? Clarify.
Der DWSage: The National Library of Doma. Here books (which may not be checked out) are kept and allowed for public use. Donations are always welcome.
AngeloState606: Cha was knee deep in working on a Char sheet; he may be distracted.
Lithaladhwen: Ah.
Der DWSage: Those with the proper money may ask for a book to be recopied for them, but this may take time (Magical Recopying is available, and very expensive).
Der DWSage: The entire building is treated with fire resistance spells; stealing and damaging books is punishable by fines and/or jail time.
Lithaladhwen: Keen.
Der DWSage: ^---C&Ped from the Doman Guide!
Lithaladhwen: I'll over that shiznat.
PsychoQuadDuck: Hmmm..... acceptable.
Der DWSage: And that totally makes me want to use Bill.
Lithaladhwen: (Hee.)
Female Pretense has entered the room.
PsychoQuadDuck: (I at least know who I'll use as well.)
Der DWSage: It's a Dia!
Der DWSage: She come to RP!
Lithaladhwen: (Dia: Archives.)
AngeloState606: Is this a CI, or is it plotty goodness?
Lithaladhwen: (First gen, presumably.)
Female Pretense: (possibly, but unlikely; still backlogging Cabbit)
Der DWSage: Aw.
PsychoQuadDuck: (It's likely to be 1st-gen CI, I think.)
Der DWSage: Hm. I suppose I could do something plotty...
Lithaladhwen: I can be here until about 11.
Der DWSage: Ci it is then.
Der DWSage: Cirpy, away!
Lithaladhwen: (Mix up the mess, mess up the mix...come on down, now, here's the address...)
Lithaladhwen: (At 6-12...Wharf avenue, 6-12...Wharf avenue...)
Lithaladhwen: (Right next to the gentleman's club.)
AngeloState606: (Let me know when we are starting)
Der DWSage: <_< >_>
MajorGeneralTso has entered the room.
Der DWSage: *IT IS A BRIGHT AND SUNNY DAY*
GC130A has entered the room.
MajorGeneralTso: (IT IS?!)
Der DWSage: *However, it's also blasted cold*
Der DWSage: *And it's not all that sunny, really. It is bright though, as it's snowing in the middle of the day*
MajorGeneralTso: (I'm strickly lurking tonight. *Woosh*)
Der DWSage: *Many have decided to take refuge inside of public buildings! And one such building is the Archives...and inside the archives are books.*
AngeloState606: <Zyvanna: Bard extraordinair; sitting in the section with all the story books.>
Der DWSage: *And reading them books is one rather odd individual...an Orc that looks like a fop, and with a flute on his belt. He's oddly bishounen-like*
Der DWSage: *What's he reading? A book on color theory!*
AngeloState606: *Scribbles something down in a journal-type book and snickers*
Der DWSage: IM:This could be useful if I start up a new company...hm.
Lithaladhwen: (Wow. Bard... party of three.)
Der DWSage: (*Chuckles*
Der DWSage: )*
AngeloState606: *Looks up and around the room, looking for some interesting faces*
Der DWSage: *Is an Orcish bishounen bard! How much more interesting can you get?*
PsychoQuadDuck: *another person glancing through the books is a lion nekojin in white robes. Well, he would be, except for a hawk head, somewhat large hawk wings, and no tail whatsoever*
AngeloState606: *quietly walks over to where the pretty orc-bard is sitting and peeps over his shoulder*
Der DWSage: *Blink*
Der DWSage: <.< Konnichiwa?
AngeloState606: O.o Hai?
Der DWSage: =Oh, you speak Nekonian?=
PsychoQuadDuck: *strangely, he seems to be looking at books on dreams - I'm pretty sure there's at least a FEW of those here*
AngeloState606: O.o Damo aregato?
Der DWSage: Or are you strictly a Common speaker?
Der DWSage: With a few choice phrases?
AngeloState606: Not strictly common, but not Nekonian. sorry.
AngeloState606: Just a few phrases.
Der DWSage: *Shrug*
AngeloState606: Whatcha readin?
Lithaladhwen: (Div. Once again your character confuses me.)
Der DWSage: Fascinating book by a Mister C.W. List. The man has some ideas on color theory I would never have dreamed of.
Der DWSage: *As he speaks, it becomes increasingly obvious he's got a Nekonian accent*
Lithaladhwen: (Not so much the how, as the why.)
Papa Tymisonn has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Yes, oh thank goodness it's Cha!)
Lithaladhwen: (I mean, *ahem* hi.)
Der DWSage: (Indeed!)
PsychoQuadDuck: (Did my first post not make it through or something?)
Papa Tymisonn: (... hi. Am I needed?)
Der DWSage: (Apparently.)
Der DWSage: (Bill the Bishounen Orc, library)
Lithaladhwen: (No, Div. It did. And it's like I said. It's not what the character is...but why.)
AngeloState606: Color theory, hmm?
Der DWSage: *Nod*
Lithaladhwen: (Also, Cha, we're in the archives. Official library RP.)
AngeloState606: IM: Holy shit, sounds incredibly boring.
AngeloState606: *Smiles*
Der DWSage: It'll be useful if I try and get another troupe together...
AngeloState606: Researching?
Der DWSage: A bit.
Papa Tymisonn: (OK...)
Der DWSage: Couldn't find any books of stories or history I hadn't already heard of before.
AngeloState606: *Nods*
PsychoQuadDuck: (I'm still not entirely sure I follow. Do you mean why I decided to come up with such a thing?)
AngeloState606: I'm doing a bit of research, as well.
Der DWSage: Oh? What on? Maybe I can be of some help.
Der DWSage: *Puts the book up*
Lithaladhwen: (...Yes. You have so many characters and I'm always baffled at how different they all are from each other physically.)
AngeloState606: Just...for my...work...*nervous laugh*
Der DWSage: >_>
AngeloState606: *Smiles*
Der DWSage: That sounds either extremely shady or extremely embarassing.
Papa Tymisonn: (... you guys caught me JUST as I was gonna start a trek to DQ... ;_;-)
AngeloState606: Just looking for a bit of inspiration.
PsychoQuadDuck: (It's just my rampant mind. And if they're not differing enough elsewhere, it's because I have problems RPing certain personalities.)
Lithaladhwen: (Aw. S'okay. Go forth to DQ.)
Der DWSage: Hm...
Der DWSage: *Chuckles* I've found that some people consider me to be inspiring.
AngeloState606: Really, now?
PsychoQuadDuck: *continues looking through the books*
Der DWSage: Violent culture, general bloodlust and violent race produces a pacifist who's only skills are languages and playing the flute?
AngeloState606: Ah! Yeah, that is somewhat inspiring.
AngeloState606: So you play the flute, hmm?
PsychoQuadDuck: *managed to hear that and looks over in the direction of the orc*
Der DWSage: *Grabs the woodwind by his waist, plays a few notes on it!* From the age of 3, I've been able to play well.
Der DWSage: Something of a prodigy.
AngeloState606: I'm a bit of a musician myself. *She shrugs at her lute sitting back behind her*
Der DWSage: Hm...
Der DWSage: ...So what is it you're looking for inspiration for? A story, a song, a poem?
AngeloState606: Story and song, mostly.
Der DWSage: *Nod*
AngeloState606: Haven't found any heros to follow around lately...
AngeloState606: So, I'm using some of the old creative juices to bring home the bacon.
Der DWSage: Well...I'm no hero, but I wouldn't be too shy about sharing some of my past.
AngeloState606: Really, now?
Lithaladhwen: (Hrm. Play Holly or draw Holly?)
Der DWSage: *Nod* To start with, I was adopted by a Nekonian family. I'm a pureblood Orc, but raised by some of the sweetest people you'd ever seen.
PsychoQuadDuck: *still reading the books, although anyone who's paying attention would notice that he's been slowly working his way towards the ongoing conversation*
Der DWSage: ...Drove them nuts when I put a flute to my mouth THEN and tried to play.
Der DWSage: But back to the point, I was adopted by a travelling troupe. In the beginning, there were just four of us.
AngeloState606: *nods, listening intently.*
Der DWSage: Mom, dad, and 'Uncle' Taki, aside from me. He was an oddity...liked his booze, but fortunately, he was a happy drunk.
Der DWSage: We'd put on a few plays, ask for money afterwards, I generally gathered it to up the 'cute' factor...
MajorGeneralTso: (Play!)
AngeloState606: *Grins, is now scribbling down a few words in her journal-like book*
Der DWSage: As a kid, I was still the cutest one they had.
Der DWSage: Then people starting coming and going...at one point there were seventeen of us. I don't remember half of them.
AngeloState606: Seventeen in your troupe? Really?
Der DWSage: *Nod*
AngeloState606: *scribble scribble*
Der DWSage: Lasted about a month. But we put on some grand plays then.
AngeloState606: I see.
AngeloState606: So how does color theory fit in with forming a new troupe? Just curious...
Der DWSage: Backgrounds, costumes, that sort of thing.
AngeloState606: Ah. It's all clear to me now. *scribble scribble*
Der DWSage: *Chuckle* I even got good at stage-fighting with Paula.
AngeloState606: Stage-fighting? That sounds interesting.
Der DWSage: People were convinced we'd kill each other some day, and entirely by accident. Even though we were using blunted weapons.
AngeloState606: Blunted weapons...*scribble scribble*
Der DWSage: The best part is that I was twelve at the time. She was a Moogle.
AngeloState606: A moogle?
Der DWSage: Yep.
Der DWSage: I think she was on the run, but that's besides the point. She was a vicious little bear.
AngeloState606: *Chuckles* Sounds like an amazing mix of people.
Der DWSage: It was, it was.
AngeloState606: *Scribble scribble*
Der DWSage: *Taps his chin* Actually, I don't think there's any race we didn't have. Even Goblins weren't safe.
AngeloState606: Well, this will make for some good creative inspiration.
AngeloState606: Ah. *smiles* Any elves?
AngeloState606: *Points to her pointy ears*
Der DWSage: Of course.
Der DWSage: And Dwarves.
PsychoQuadDuck: *looks up once more* The idea of every race being in a given troupe at some point almost scares me.
Der DWSage: >_> Well...it got interesting at times.
AngeloState606: Aha. I've never minded Dwarves...
AngeloState606: Then again, I've always been a bit of a black sheep.
PsychoQuadDuck: Willing to elaborate?
Der DWSage: *Shrug*
AngeloState606: O.o
Der DWSage: It's the same as when you EVER got large groups of people together for extended periods of time.
Der DWSage: Personal space, people get irked, nerves get scraped, people get fed up.
PsychoQuadDuck: Well, okay, maybe it's not as scary as I thought it would be.
Der DWSage: I'm amazed it lasted through the month. We managed to put on three plays and two encore performances in that time, though.
AngeloState606: Too bad it didn't last longer though, hmm.
Der DWSage: Yeah.
PsychoQuadDuck: Even if it had lasted only a day it would have sounded incredibly unusual and amazing to me.
Der DWSage: *Sighs, leaning against a bookcase* Well, five out of the seventeen were human, and another four were Nekonian. The rest was a hodge-podge.
AngeloState606: How long have you been looking for a new troupe?
Der DWSage: Oh, a little while...I got kicked out of it right before the entire war situation happened here.
GC130A: (Dear Lord. They're all going to join forces. ._.)
AngeloState606: *She starts fiddling with her long, dark-red hair and then throws it all over her shoulder*
Der DWSage: <_< After that...stayed on my own a while, travelled a lot. Went to see all of Igala.
AngeloState606: Well, *shrug* you have any room for a short elf in your "troupe"?
Lithaladhwen: (They are. And it will be awesome.)
Der DWSage: *Smiles* Isn't quite a troupe yet, you know.
PsychoQuadDuck: IM: I almost can see why he got kicked out. Dammit, when will they learn?
AngeloState606: Well, you know what I mean...
AngeloState606: The makings of it.
Der DWSage: *Chuckles* Of course I don't mind. Another problem I'm having, though...
Der DWSage: Is deciding whether to stay in Doma, or to leave for the open road.
AngeloState606: *her pointed ears perk up, as if she's thinking a little more in depth*
AngeloState606: Well...Doma has a varied mix of tastes. I've no doubt that we'd be successful here.
PsychoQuadDuck: Well..... how well have you been able to take being in Doma?
AngeloState606: But, it can also be determined once the troupe is complete. A vote, perhaps
AngeloState606: Me? Nicely. I'm never short of an audience willing to listen.
Der DWSage: *To the Gryphon* I've been able to take it fine so far.
AngeloState606: (Oops. Wasn't sure who he was talking to.)
AngeloState606: (Sorry sorry)
AngeloState606: *Nods*
Der DWSage: *Ponder, ponder!* Hm...
PsychoQuadDuck: I would say stay for a while. It might be just me, but I'm pretty sure you'll have a finer time trying to form a troupe here than forming one while wandering.
AngeloState606: By the way *to the bish-orc* the name's Zyvanna....Zyvanna Kennyr'eplith. *holds a hand out for a shake*
Der DWSage: *Returns the handshake!* Just call me Bill.
AngeloState606: Bill...*shakes and smiles*
AngeloState606: What do you think, Bill.
Der DWSage: About what?
AngeloState606: Stay or go?
Der DWSage: Hm. Stay, at least for the moment.
Der DWSage: We can always decide to leave later.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: And with this snow, we wouldn't get two miles.
AngeloState606: *looks toward the door*
AngeloState606: IM: Perhaps. Good thing the cold doesn't bother me that much....just in case.
PsychoQuadDuck: (I'm going to assume that was an accidental color switch.)
PsychoQuadDuck: (Unless that really WAS a character change.)
AngeloState606: (Hot damn; sure was. Shit. Lemme fix that.)
AngeloState606: (Better.)
AngeloState606: *She turns around and picks up her lute* I'm going to read some more. Perhaps I'll keep story-lines in mind for a play. *smiles and heads back to the story-book section she was at before*
PsychoQuadDuck: Yeah, travelling in snow can't possibly be good, even though I didn't consider that when I suggested staying.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: Good idea...and I realize. So what's your name, mister Gryphon?
PsychoQuadDuck: *Bill will realize the Gryphon thinks for a bit before answering* I'd prefer it if you call me Jameson.
Der DWSage: Fair enough. So are you just one of the people looking for some time out of the cold?
PsychoQuadDuck: That was only part of the reason I came here. I was actually trying to get a couple of books recopied for a friend of mine. One as a gift, the other to help solve a dilemma of his.
Papa Tymisonn: (So, we're in the archives of Doma, huh? That's IN the castle, unless I'm an idiot...)
AngeloState606: *Plops down next to the stacks of story-books and picks up an old, fragile looking book. On the cover, the words "Worshipping Ashura for Dummies". Not being familiar with Ashura, she flips through the pages and
Der DWSage: Oh?
AngeloState606: is very surprised of the contents; thus she flips through the pages, and begins to take notes in her journal-book again*
Der DWSage: (Don't think so Cha.)
AngeloState606: *Giggle giggle*
Der DWSage: (That'd be the records, not the Archives.)
Der DWSage: <_<
Papa Tymisonn: (*almost has an epileptic shock* Tara's... playing... a new character?)
AngeloState606: (I've played this one before)
AngeloState606: (With Kai)
AngeloState606: (She was drunk at a party; it was great)
Lithaladhwen: (Quinn was there. To the max.)
PsychoQuadDuck: Yes. The gift because he's quite the avid reader, and the dilemma.... okay, maybe it's too bizarre to speak of out here, even in Doma.
Der DWSage: (I don't think the national library would be in someplace that takes quite a bit of stress to enter.)
Lithaladhwen: (She and Quinn got along reasonably well. Which reminds me. She and Quinn ever hook up at some point? I know the invitation was there.)
Der DWSage: I don't think so...besides, who's going to really care?
Papa Tymisonn: (So who all's here? Zyvana, BishOrc...)
MajorGeneralTso: (...Is it Winter in Doma?)
Der DWSage: (And Div's character.)
Lithaladhwen: (Tai: Yeah.)
Der DWSage: (And I figured it matched real-world conditions, more or less.)
PsychoQuadDuck: (I dunno if I ever RPed Jameson when you were here, Cha.)
AngeloState606: (Not yet; haven't seen Kai online lately)
PsychoQuadDuck: You're sure about this?
Papa Tymisonn: (Not to my knowledge, no.)
AngeloState606: *Sitting in the chair, she's stopped on a page and is staring at it; before she realizes it, she's slipped off the chair and is now on her butt in the floor*
Der DWSage: Go ahead.
AngeloState606: IM: Oops!
Der DWSage: I'm sure I've dealt with worse.
AngeloState606: *looks around*
Der DWSage: <_<
PsychoQuadDuck: (Okay then, Cha. Physically - the important part - think gryphon-like person.)
Papa Tymisonn: *
Der DWSage: *Goes to help up his new friend*
AngeloState606: *back in the chair*
Papa Tymisonn: (Very well...)
AngeloState606: Thanks...Is it hot in here...or is it just this book.
AngeloState606: *Grins*
AngeloState606: I think I ought to put this one away...in the RIGHT section.
Der DWSage: *Chuckles* Out of reach of children, hm?
AngeloState606: How in the world it got to the story-book section, I'll never know.
PsychoQuadDuck: *decides to hold off on explaining until Bill returns*
AngeloState606: *Nods*
Papa Tymisonn: *a gentleman with dark skin, loose black hair, a simple black tunic and pants, and equally simple boots walks into their area, obviously absorbed in his book*
Der DWSage: *And he does return!* Sorry, you were saying?
AngeloState606: *she chuckles to herself and starts scanning the stacks for another good STORY book*
AngeloState606: *She finds one and starts flipping through the pages and scribbling down notes again*
Papa Tymisonn: *decides to sit there, and continues reading*
Papa Tymisonn: *and somehow, I doubt anyone here's seen the King without his trademark turban and facemask, so you most likely don't recognize him...*
Papa Tymisonn: *though feel free to*
PsychoQuadDuck: Okay. Well.... this friend in question is having some very strange dreams. Before I noticed what was going on here, I was looking for some book about that.
GC130A: (gasp!)
Der DWSage: *Nods*
AngeloState606: *Notices the man out of the corner of her eye; thinks he looks familiar*
AngeloState606: IM: Probably just a bar patron I've seen while performing.
AngeloState606: *Back to the story book*
Papa Tymisonn: (Possible!)
AngeloState606: *She comes across a funny part in the book and starts laughing a little louder than you should in a library*
PsychoQuadDuck: ....the strange thing is that his dreams have been haunted by some sort of artist.
Der DWSage: >_>
AngeloState606: *She keeps it in check though and flips the page*
Papa Tymisonn: ... shh.
Der DWSage: *Ignores Zy for a bit! And then he looks at the king...*
AngeloState606: *w* Sorry!
Der DWSage: IM:Funny. I feel I should know him...
Der DWSage: IM:...Eh, probably one of the politicians looking for a good book.
AngeloState606: *Scribble scribble*
Der DWSage: ...So. Artist.
GC130A: *There is another one around! A blonde-haired, ponytailed fellow studying a book quite similar to the one Zyvanna had earlier. Somebody's looking to convert?*
Der DWSage: Sounds like something a psion should deal with.
Papa Tymisonn: *flip*
PsychoQuadDuck: He's never described the artist though.
GC130A: IM: I sense something...
GC130A: IM: A presence I've not felt since...
AngeloState606: *She puts the book back on the stacks and noiselessly approaches tall, dark and handsome and peers over at what he's reading*
Der DWSage: Interesting.
PsychoQuadDuck: ....right. So maybe I should just worry about the book to get him as a gift then.
Der DWSage: ...Like I said, asked a psionicist about it?
Der DWSage: Sounds like their cup of tea.
GC130A: *Oh, I guess he gave miss Bard a glare when she laughed too loud.*
Papa Tymisonn: *flip*
Der DWSage: <_<
AngeloState606: *Can't see the title of the book*
AngeloState606: (I just feel like making Zyvanna do cartwheels...I can't explain this urge...it's just...THERE>)
Papa Tymisonn: *it says History of the Kings, if you can see it*
AngeloState606: (The whole being quiet thing, I guess. I don't know if she can do it.)
Der DWSage: ...Okay, excuse me a moment. I HAVE to ask that man a question.
PsychoQuadDuck: Okay.
AngeloState606: IM: History of the Kings?
Papa Tymisonn: *looks up* Mm? Me?
AngeloState606: *Raises an eyebrow*
Der DWSage: *Walks over to the king!* Pardon me sir...I feel like I should know you from somewhere, and I can't figure out where.
Papa Tymisonn: ... you don't look familiar, sorry.
AngeloState606: *Is sitting near the man and has the same question on her mind*
Der DWSage: *Nod* Are you one of the office..high-ranking government members, then? It's driving me nuts, thinking I should know you.
PsychoQuadDuck: *while Bill is distracted, Jameson decides to look over some other books.... nature-related books it seems*
AngeloState606: *w* Do you frequent the Ivory Horn, perhaps?
Papa Tymisonn: ... You have me. I am of... a fairly high rank. But no one you should mind.
AngeloState606: Hmm...*looks back over at the stacks of story books and loses interest in high-rank man and starts flipping through another book*
Der DWSage: *Nod* Alright then. Sorry to disturb you.
Papa Tymisonn: Not a problem. Happens all the time...
Papa Tymisonn: *flip*
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: *Back to the Gryphon!*
PsychoQuadDuck: *doesn't actually notice just yet*
AngeloState606: *This book is about a sailor who fell in love with a woman who lived in the sea* A mermaid, hmm. *scribble*
Der DWSage: This one the gift?
PsychoQuadDuck: I'm just browsing right now. I'm actually not sure what one to get him.
PsychoQuadDuck: (It's scary whenever I can pin down some allusion or reference made in here.)
AngeloState606: *Flip....flip...flip...Ah...a story of a magical spell placed on a pile of wood...and it came to life* Magic...*scribbbbble*
Papa Tymisonn: ... not that one. *to Zyvanna*
Papa Tymisonn: You'll be bored.
PsychoQuadDuck: (Okay, I'm not familiar with THAT joke.)
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: (Pinocchio.)
AngeloState606: O.o Really? You've read it?
GC130A: (It ain't exactly Van Gogh's cat, skippy. >_>)
PsychoQuadDuck: (Right.)
Papa Tymisonn: Glanced at it.
Papa Tymisonn: I'd go with the one... 5 to its left?
Der DWSage: Well, how about a collection of Nekonian Short Stories?
PsychoQuadDuck: (I guess the joke was too subtle.)
AngeloState606: *Nods; flip...flip*
PsychoQuadDuck: *thinks for a bit*
Der DWSage: I can help you pick out the good ones from the mockeries of everything that a book should be.
PsychoQuadDuck: You know.... that's an interesting idea. I'm not sure he's read any of them before, and I was hoping to get him something he hadn't read before.
AngeloState606: *A boy...living as a squire...finds a magical sword and becomes...* The king! *scribble scribble*
Papa Tymisonn: WHAT? >.> <.<
AngeloState606: O.o
Der DWSage: <_<
AngeloState606: Something wrong, sir?
Der DWSage: Oh, hell.
AngeloState606: *flip flip*
Papa Tymisonn: Oh... the book. Yes, that's a good one.
AngeloState606: (Mwaha)
Der DWSage: IM:...That's the king's aide! I should've known!
GC130A: *The King gets a distinct glare from the ponytailed reader!* T*p*2King: Subtlety, sir?
AngeloState606: *Scribbles some more* Well, that's enough inspiration for one day.
PsychoQuadDuck: (Now that's probable the most obscure joke I'd still recognize.)
Papa Tymisonn: IM: Out, please.
PsychoQuadDuck: (*probably)
GC130A: T*p*2King: Of course, sir. Please pardon the intrusion.
AngeloState606: *Puts her journal in her pouch and picks up her lute; she places a small hand on the dark-mans shoulder* *w* Good day, highness. *walks out the door*
GC130A: *goes back to his reading!*
Papa Tymisonn: ...
Papa Tymisonn: *flip*
AngeloState606: *She sits on the front steps of the library and plays a few chords on her lute*
Der DWSage: 9_9
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: >_>
AngeloState606: IM: I need a break from books for a bit.
Der DWSage: *Looks left, looks right!*
Der DWSage: *...And then he begins to play a calm, happy tune on his flute. It's quite nice!*
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Papa Tymisonn: ... is that allowed in here?
AngeloState606: *Damn! She's getting tipped like crazy out there; she must be in the zone.*
GC130A: *gets up, looking slightly annoyed!*
Der DWSage: *Doesn't look like he cares! Since, y'know, it's calming. Not like he's playing hard rock*
PsychoQuadDuck: *puts the nature book away* IM: Well.... I think there's a connection. No point telling the orc here, but I might want to later.
GC130A: *aaand relocates to get a better seat to the bardiness*
Papa Tymisonn: ... *shrugs and continues to read*
PsychoQuadDuck: *with a bit of concern in his expression, he starts looking for those short stories the orc was suggesting to him*
Lithaladhwen: (By the way, I'm totally logging even though I'm doing something else right now.)
Der DWSage: (And just because I can...)
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
Der DWSage: *...Yeah, he does really well with the flute. It's uplifting, and junk*
Der DWSage: :{
Der DWSage: ()*
Der DWSage: (Wrong chat anyway.)
AngeloState606: *Stops playing a moment and counts the money thrown at her*
AngeloState606: IM: This will be good for much needed food-stuffs at the abode.
Der DWSage: *And after a few moments of that really nice song, he finishes it up*
Papa Tymisonn: Very nice.
GC130A: *mimes a golf-clap!*
Der DWSage: Thank you. Been practicing since I was three. ^_^
AngeloState606: *starts playing again*
Papa Tymisonn: It shows. You're quite proficient.
OnlineHost: AngeloState606 rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
AngeloState606: *meh; not as good as before. Her hands are getting cold anyway. She stops*
Der DWSage: *Chuckles* I'm glad you think so. Not all are so sparing with praise to an Orc.
AngeloState606: *She puts the gil in her pocket and makes for the market*
AngeloState606: (Chocolate!)
DarkLordKelne: (Cerene: Dad, can I be an orc when I grow up? Leothe: *Head explodes*)
Der DWSage: (=D)
Der DWSage: (Bill:>_> So you're suing me for making people's heads explode just for existing, mister pheonix?(
Papa Tymisonn: This is Doma. Land of acceptance. At least in its capital, you should find SOME more spared praise...
Der DWSage: Oh, true.
Der DWSage: But there's still more unacceptance.
GC130A: IM: ...just don't go too far into the countryside, where the mobs with shotguns will mob you.
Besyanteo has entered the room.
Der DWSage: (Hey Jason.)
Besyanteo: (I see what you did there...)
Der DWSage: (Bill, library, first gen.)
Besyanteo: (I mean, hi. =D)
Besyanteo: (Anyone else IC? o_o)
Papa Tymisonn: (King without his traditional garb, so he's unrecognizable!)
Der DWSage: (And Blaze's character.)
PsychoQuadDuck: (Yeah, to an extent. Using Jameson - if you don't know him, think 'gryphon-like person'.)
Der DWSage: (Speaking of which, when the hell did you come back?)
AngeloState606: (Zyvanna; short, red-haired Bard elf)
Besyanteo: (Gryph furry. Easy enough for me.)
GC130A: (Winfred, who you probably don't remember!)
Besyanteo: (The name sounds familiar?)
Besyanteo: (But otherwise now.)
Besyanteo: (No.*)
GC130A: (YEARS AND YEARS AGO. He joined Fiesal in earning Tareen. Despite being a grown man.
PsychoQuadDuck: *continues browsing through books for those Nekonian short stories Bill mentioned*
GC130A: *(Tareen's hate. *)
Besyanteo: (Oh right.)
GC130A: (Goddamned enter key. e_e)
Besyanteo: (Feisal poked, and he imitated.)
Der DWSage: (...Hey, Feisal.)
Besyanteo: (FEisal's not the same anymore.)
Der DWSage: (Whatever happened to Feisal? I remember spriting him at one point.)
GC130A: (I remember him initating the conflict by trying to share his meal.)
Papa Tymisonn: What are you looking for?
Besyanteo: (FEisal since became a real boy, and then after that started suffering various mental disorders that come with being part person, part pre-programmed doohickey,)
Papa Tymisonn: *to Jameson*
Der DWSage: (Ah yes.)
Besyanteo: (and having memories of killing a few people flood back on you)
Der DWSage: Nekonian short stories?
PsychoQuadDuck: ....yes, Nekonian short stories.
Der DWSage: *Nods, starts looking himself* Lessee...
Besyanteo: (Also: In a library huh? As good a place as any.)
Papa Tymisonn: Top shelf, 12th from the right.
PsychoQuadDuck: (Well, it's the Archives, exactly. Only difference is that there's no outright checking-out of books.)
Der DWSage: Oh? Thank you.
Besyanteo: (Ah. Can you get information on persons there?)
GC130A: *quirks an eyebrow* You spend a lot of time here?
Besyanteo: (*fiddle*)
PsychoQuadDuck: (Sage, you're the one that looked up the Archives... maybe you could answer Bes on that?)
Papa Tymisonn: (King Charles, in plainclothes, and unrecognized!)
Besyanteo: (Whee.)
PsychoQuadDuck: *picks up the book that the King specified and begins to have a look at it*
Der DWSage: *Does the same, seeing if it's accurate and all that*
GC130A: *that last question was to Charles*
Papa Tymisonn: Enough.
Papa Tymisonn: I have a good memory.
GC130A: *nod* Good man.
Besyanteo: *A young looking Kitsunejin wanders around archives. He's looking through various books and such like, but has yet to pick any up.*
Der DWSage: (...Blah. I've been ordered to get to bed.)
Der DWSage: >_>
AngeloState606: (Nooo!)
Der DWSage: *Looks at the door...*
Besyanteo: *He stands not quite four feet tall, and looks like he might be all of 15. He's wearing green pants, and a feathered pendant*
Papa Tymisonn: (Drat.)
Der DWSage: Hey, is that...?
Besyanteo: (Night.)
Der DWSage: Sorry, gotta go!
Der DWSage: *And he RUSHES out the door!*
Papa Tymisonn: ... *shrug*
AngeloState606: (NIght night)
GC130A: (Ciao!)
PsychoQuadDuck: IM: Ooookay.
Der DWSage: (Bill will be disappointed when he finds his case of mistaken identity, and drown his sorrow in grape juice. :{ )
Papa Tymisonn: (Seeya!)
Der DWSage: (But g'night all.)
AngeloState606: (Gnight)
GC130A: *shrugs as well!* Must've been his bookie.
AngeloState606: *A few minutes later, Zyvanna comes rushing back in with her lute in tow and a basket full of what appears to be food from the market*
AngeloState606: *Her eyes dart all about the room, looking for Bill*
AngeloState606: *Can't find him; walks over to the Griffon-man*
AngeloState606: The orc-man...did he leave?
PsychoQuadDuck: Yes, he did.... why do you ask?
AngeloState606: *Tsks* Well, I was thinking while I was at the market and came up with a good story idea that I wanted to present to him.
AngeloState606: *Sigh* I'll just hafta wait until I see him again.
PsychoQuadDuck: *continues browsing the book.... and eventually puts it back* IM: I might as well wait.
Besyanteo: *and... before too long, he's headed out.*
AngeloState606: *Her eyes come across the King again, and she raises an eyebrow* O.o IM: What's he doing out about the commoners anyway?
Besyanteo: (Eh. Just don't feel like it suddenly. *shrug*)
Besyanteo: (Seeya folks.)
Papa Tymisonn: (tah!)
AngeloState606: (Tah, Bes)
Besyanteo has left the room.
GC130A: (By-dammit!)
Papa Tymisonn: ...
Papa Tymisonn: *stands*
GC130A: *glances at the redhead* Just out of curiosity... what was it?
Papa Tymisonn: Um... miss? Can I speak to you in private for a moment?
PsychoQuadDuck: *goes back to the section on nature books.... and as he picks up the one he had before, he also pulls out some sort of drawing from his robes*
AngeloState606: *Nods*
AngeloState606: (pause)
GC130A: *Nods to the high-ranker! His will takes priority over storytelling.*
AngeloState606: (Back)
AngeloState606: (sorry sorry)
AngeloState606: What can I do for ya, sir?
Papa Tymisonn: *takes her a few shelves away*
Papa Tymisonn: Please don't say anything. I like a bit of anonymity every now and again.
AngeloState606: Wasn't planning on it, sir.
Papa Tymisonn: Thank you. I appreciate it.
AngeloState606: *Nods and smiles*
AngeloState606: (ARgh. pause)
PsychoQuadDuck: *finally, puts the book back and the drawing away* IM: ....alright, I've got to tell someone who knows this stuff.
PsychoQuadDuck: *is on his way out*
Papa Tymisonn: *returns*
PsychoQuadDuck: (Okay, my roommate went to bed, so I've got to go.)
PsychoQuadDuck: (Farewell.)
GC130A: (*waves*)
PsychoQuadDuck has left the room.
AngeloState606: (tah)
AngeloState606: (back on)
AngeloState606: (sorry)
AngeloState606: *Follows behind the kind*
AngeloState606: (*king)
AngeloState606: *w* I have seen you at the Ivory Horn before, though, haven't I?
Papa Tymisonn: *nods*
Papa Tymisonn: You're quite good.
AngeloState606: *Smiles* Well, thank you, sir.
AngeloState606: *w*Did you bring the missus when you went?
Papa Tymisonn: You tell me...
AngeloState606: Not sure...don't think I've seen her before.
AngeloState606: *Sigh* Well, I better get this food home. It's been a pleasure, sir. *Walks to the door*
GC130A: *flip*
Papa Tymisonn: *waves*
AngeloState606: (Night, all. I'm afraid I must take my leave as well.)
AngeloState606 has left the room.
GC130A: *glances around slowly, concentrates a moment, and gives a small salute*
Papa Tymisonn: ... o.O
GC130A: *flips another page in his book*
GC130A: Fascinating, these Ashuran customs, don't you think? >_>
Papa Tymisonn: ...
Papa Tymisonn: They're odd.
GC130A: Oh?
Papa Tymisonn: Not that I have anything against their faith, it's just... not for me.
GC130A: Oh, I can readily understand, sir.
GC130A: *brief bow from a sitting position* My apologies. You came to read, not listen to the nuance of holy sensuality.
Papa Tymisonn: Mm. They... concentrate on copulation too much.
Papa Tymisonn: It's fine. Conversation is nice.
GC130A: *grins and gets a far-off look in his eyes* Certainly gets a faithful following. And thank you, sir.
GC130A: IM: And let's not get started on the holy bake sales. Mm, chocolate.
Papa Tymisonn: Not a problem.
GC130A: If I may be so bold, sir, what is it that you were reading?
Papa Tymisonn: History of the Kings.
GC130A: *raises an eyebrow*
Papa Tymisonn: ... what's wrong?
GC130A: It seems a curious choice.
Papa Tymisonn: It's actually quite fascinating.
Papa Tymisonn: The pilgrimage from Baron... the establishment of government and borders...
Papa Tymisonn: Like a window into the past...
GC130A: *nod* Indeed. ...er, this may seem odd, but I have to ask.
Papa Tymisonn: Yes?
Papa Tymisonn: IM: Uh oh.
GC130A: You know that old story about Domanda the Third and how every native Doman these days has a little royal blood because of him?
Papa Tymisonn: Oh yes... that tale...
Papa Tymisonn: Probably true...
Papa Tymisonn: (Domanus, actually.)
Papa Tymisonn: (The first king was called as such.)
GC130A: *(Domanus! My mistake.)
Papa Tymisonn: (You couldn't have known. Don't sweat it.)
GC130A: *raises an eyebrow incredulously*
GC130A: (Noted!)
Papa Tymisonn: ... now what is so unbelievable?
GC130A: How much of it, sir? The fourteen harems across the planes? The Cologne of Irresistability? The... ah... dwarves?
Papa Tymisonn: A king who ordered every female to his chambers at least once during his reign?
GC130A: IM: ...well, I suppost that isn't so far-fetched. >_>;
GC130A: *nods slowly*
GC130A: So... the Phylactery of Perpetual...?
Papa Tymisonn: *hands over the book*
Papa Tymisonn: Chapter 7.
GC130A: Yes, sir.
GC130A: *accepts!*
GC130A: I apologize for the inconvenience, sir. I had just wanted to know if the history was accurate. >_>;
Papa Tymisonn: It is. Kings are men, like anyone else.
GC130A: *gracious semi-bow* Or, in some cases, like none other.
Papa Tymisonn: ... mm.
Lithaladhwen: (I'll log again in the morning. Bed is now.)
GC130A: (Night!)
Papa Tymisonn: (Night!)
Papa Tymisonn: (And so we're clear, Charles has been made, right?)
GC130A: (Hm?)
Papa Tymisonn: (He's been found out? His cover's been blown?)
GC130A: (Oh! Yeah.)
GC130A: (One would think, anyway.)
Papa Tymisonn: (kay.)
Papa Tymisonn: Uh... how exactly did you recognize me?
DarkLordKelne has left the room.
GC130A: *lowers an eyebrow as if to ask a question, and taps his head*
Papa Tymisonn: ...
GC130A: Out loud?
Papa Tymisonn: Go ahead.
GC130A: Used to be in the guard. The lutist just put the dots together for me.
Papa Tymisonn: Ah. ... ah, yes, alright...
GC130A: With all due respect, sir, I also thought I caught a glimpse of a ninja. o_-
Papa Tymisonn: ... wouldn't know what you're talking about.
GC130A: But of course.
Papa Tymisonn: ... anyhow, it's late. I should be heading home.
Papa Tymisonn: You have yourself a good night.
GC130A: *the same small salute as before!* It was an honor to meet you, sir.
Papa Tymisonn: And you. *slight bow, and exit*
Papa Tymisonn: (SLEEP G'NIGHT.)
Papa Tymisonn has left the room.
GC130A: IM: ...shit. Didn't even mention my name. Damnit!
MajorGeneralTso: (...Damn, I missed the king? Crap.)
GC130A: (HE WAS INCOGNITO. And then got bogged down by a lurker.)
MajorGeneralTso: (Poo...)
Female Pretense has left the room.
GC130A has left the room.
MajorGeneralTso has left the room.
Der DWSage has left the room.