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Lithaladhwen: (Rah! I do!)
Lithaladhwen: (I want to work on my wiki things and listen to music and RP!)
Der DWSage: Now how do we get the other schmucks in here?
Lithaladhwen: I can recruit.
Lithaladhwen: Want me to make the rounds?
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Der DWSage: Go ahead. I'mma grab dinner.
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eternaldragonaya has entered the room.
Syra Zemyla: (Yay!)
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Lithaladhwen: Hrm.
Lithaladhwen: Much better.
Lithaladhwen: Much better than two.
violent teaparty: A recognize a name or two.
violent teaparty: *I
J4deninj44: *envisions Alice with an uzi and the drunken mouse packing heat*
violent teaparty: They have days devoted to different weapon formats.
A Rockin SN: Let's MAC RPG! :o
J4deninj44: YES!
Syra Zemyla: :D!
violent teaparty: One day it's automatic firearms. The next it's-
violent teaparty: Um.
violent teaparty: I'd have to sit that one out.
J4deninj44: So I can FANGIRL over Karune.
violent teaparty: Ah well.
Lithaladhwen: MAC?
Lithaladhwen: Erm.... not here.
J4deninj44: Aw. I have to rape Karune another day.
J4deninj44: I mean...
Lithaladhwen: ...
Lithaladhwen: Yeeaah.
violent teaparty: Eyerape has been proven impossible.
Syra Zemyla: Hmm. We need to have an RP room dedicated to MAC.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway.
Lithaladhwen: You need to GM a MAC RP if you want one.
A Rockin SN: Why? =(
Lithaladhwen: It's not a setting I'm qualified to GM, and someone has to.
Der DWSage: I return!
DeathRaySpleen has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: Hi Sage!
Lithaladhwen: Hi Spleen!
Der DWSage: Holy fuck, it's Neko!
Der DWSage: Hi Neko! =D
violent teaparty: Oh, so like, there's actual GMing going on.
DeathRaySpleen: No it isn't. IT'S HER EVIL CLONE!!!!
violent teaparty: ...
violent teaparty: Dude.
violent teaparty: Her original is evil enough.
violent teaparty: trust ,e.
Der DWSage: Indeed.
Syra Zemyla: (WTF Spleen.)
violent teaparty: Still have the bite marks to prove it.
DeathRaySpleen: I don't think it's bracket-time yet, Zem.
Syra Zemyla: And why should I trust ,e?
Syra Zemyla: It's not bracket time?
violent teaparty: Because ,e paid his taxes.
DeathRaySpleen: It's not bracket time.
J4deninj44: HI SAGE!!
DeathRaySpleen: ,e is an intelligent man. Believe me.
Syra Zemyla: The bracket fairy lied to me!~
Der DWSage: Neko needs to finish her Manga. >:
Der DWSage: It has not moved a'tall.
J4deninj44: .....
J4deninj44: *halo* ^^;;;;
A Rockin SN: ,e is a liar. He betrayed his countrymen!
Lithaladhwen: Do not believe his lies.
Lithaladhwen: ,e is the one.
Lithaladhwen: Kill him.
violent teaparty: It's always the martyrs who are framed as terrorists.
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Der DWSage: <.<
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eternaldragonaya: Who's the teaparty?
Der DWSage: *Takes a bite out of halo* Yep. Sugar-encrusted.
Der DWSage: SNGami.
J4deninj44: OMG Kate!
violent teaparty: Shush...damn.
Lithaladhwen: Kate!
eternaldragonaya: Ahh, shoulda recognized the font. Hi!
violent teaparty: Was gonna keep it secret till my character came out.
violent teaparty: Hoi!
A Rockin SN: :O
A Rockin SN: *ORKS the chat*
violent teaparty: Stop throwing obscure referrences about.
Der DWSage: Bill:Hm, what?
J4deninj44: Orc?
eternaldragonaya: Oh wow, that's one I thought we buried.
Der DWSage: Bill:>_> The bishiest one in all of Gaera, m'lady.
A Rockin SN: Kate: We may have, but NOT ANYMORE. e_e
violent teaparty: We did, Kate.
J4deninj44: Okay! THis is how it's gonna me: If we do Doma, I will be Rapter. If someone wants to do MAC, I'm Hayako. IF we do 2nd Gen, I'm lurking. If we do, something else, I dunno.
Lithaladhwen: Bill!
violent teaparty: Unfortunately, the necromancers are in abundance.
J4deninj44: Do what you will with that information.
Lithaladhwen: Okay. Well, let's do first gen.
Lithaladhwen: Doma.
A Rockin SN: Let's vote? =D
Der DWSage: <Bill votes for Doma>
Lithaladhwen: I seconded, so someone else has to vote.
A Rockin SN: I vote for MAC
DeathRaySpleen: If it's Doma, I'll be Ake. If it's MAC, I'll make up a character. If it's 2nd gen, I'm Drew Fireblade. If it's Elemaer, I'm Jagen, but it won't be Elemaer.
violent teaparty: I have to say Doma, but I would not put up a fight for anything else.
violent teaparty: Nor would I RP, but.
violent teaparty: Only cuz I don't have MAC 2nd characters.
violent teaparty: :O
Lithaladhwen: I don't have a MAC character, as all MAC RP was before my time except for one chat a while ago.
Syra Zemyla: I vote for MAC.
violent teaparty: *or
Lithaladhwen: Jesum Crow.
Syra Zemyla: Second choice is 1nd gen.
A Rockin SN: 1nd gen?
Syra Zemyla: Or maybe 2st.
DeathRaySpleen: I'm the only one who's ever going to vote for Elemaer, but alternatively 1st gen.
violent teaparty: I don't even know what that is.
eternaldragonaya: 'cause I have no idea what Elemaer is.
Lithaladhwen: Kate: It's Spleen's setting.
Syra Zemyla: Who's Spleen?
violent teaparty: Damn, the vets are having trouble, that's a bad sign.
J4deninj44: Spleen.
Lithaladhwen: Kate: The one that no one else uses. >_>
DeathRaySpleen: My setting. I actually don't think there's a single person with an Elemaer character in here, incidentally.
Syra Zemyla: Yeah, no &s.
A Rockin SN: So, 1st gen has the majority
J4deninj44: ....I'm gonna make a charachter call pancreas.
DeathRaySpleen: No, no &s.
eternaldragonaya: DIBS ON LIVER
J4deninj44: XD
A Rockin SN: Damn conservatists. *muttergrumble*
Der DWSage: 1st gen, I says. >:
violent teaparty: Ooh ooh...gall bladder?
A Rockin SN: Hmm.
Syra Zemyla: 1st gen.
A Rockin SN: I SHALL MULTI-CHAR THE KIDNEYS
J4deninj44: Can I change mine to Uvula?
J4deninj44: That sounds like a demon name if I ever heard one.
Lithaladhwen: I'm bizarrely tempted to play Myrnal. It's something I can do in Doma.
eternaldragonaya: Actually, I'm going to change my character to Livergami, the goddess of livers.
violent teaparty: ...Bloody lush.
violent teaparty: (c) Lex
J4deninj44: Why discriminate? Do whole dang digestive system, Kate.
eternaldragonaya: And mortal enemy of Alcohogami.
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J4deninj44: Oooo, Endocrinegami...
Syra Zemyla: Also, Sexchangegami isn't canon, is it?
J4deninj44: No.
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Der DWSage: You mean Clark's character? That works.
Lithaladhwen: Okay. *smacks chat*
A Rockin SN: ... He isn't? =P
violent teaparty: I hate my connection.
Lithaladhwen: Who wants to RP?
Der DWSage: I does!
violent teaparty: I uh...do.
A Rockin SN: Zem: He's a strange story.
Syra Zemyla: I do!
eternaldragonaya: Yus.
J4deninj44: *raises hand*
Lithaladhwen: Who's going to RP?
Syra Zemyla: I will!
Lithaladhwen: *raises hand*
violent teaparty: I uh...am.
Der DWSage: *Raises other people's hands for them, if they don't raise hands*
A Rockin SN: Zem: Suffice to say he's not a god just an astral being. *sage nod*
J4deninj44: Give me thirty minutes and I'll hope in. Got somet stuffin's to do.
Der DWSage: *Such as Dan. Dan gets his damn hand raiseD*
Syra Zemyla: Don't you mean she?
A Rockin SN: S/he, damnit.
J4deninj44: *snags Raptre's colors*
violent teaparty: And sometimes she dreams...the most perfect dreams.
A Rockin SN: Are you suggeting something, my frienD?
violent teaparty: And sometimes she runs...into the wrong arms.
Lithaladhwen: I actually don't remember Raptre, which makes me sad.
violent teaparty: And sometimes he leaves...a one way ticket's on his mind.
Lithaladhwen: I feel like I failed a Gaera research check.
Der DWSage: SO. FIRST GEN?
J4deninj44: Half ice dragon, half white spotted griffin.
eternaldragonaya: Hmm, who to use...
violent teaparty: And sometimes he's scared...the truth is what she'll find.
eternaldragonaya: Looks like we're first gen.
J4deninj44: Knight of Doma.
Lithaladhwen: 'kay.
Der DWSage: GOOD. I BEGIN!
Der DWSage: <RP>
Lithaladhwen: <RP!>
Der DWSage: <T'IS A WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL DAY! No matter what the bloody commies say, it's a wonderful day, especially on the streets!>
Der DWSage: <Bill isn't there yet, due to minor distraction, but he will be soon. In the meantime, enjoy the springlike weather of winter>
Syra Zemyla: (Since I still have her colors on GAIM...)
Syra Zemyla: <Chantelle Wijngarten>
J4deninj44: <Raptre L'Sarithe>
violent teaparty: <The original outsider himself>
Syra Zemyla: (Is he hedged away by Protection from Evil?)
violent teaparty: []No, just Protection from Himself[]
Der DWSage: *Suddenly, there is a sound of flute! A rather nicely played flute, with some Nekonian melody*
Der DWSage: *Looking in the direction of the flute...one would find a brightly-dressed, thinly built, feather cap wearing...Orc*
A Rockin SN: (Protection from Ugly!)
Lithaladhwen: (Maybe Isaac and Holly.)
Der DWSage: *Yes, an Orc. The scary thing is, he's rather...bishy. Unlike most Orcs, there is no evidence of scar, nor of fighting, nor of muscle. He's just...a Bard*
DeathRaySpleen: <Ake Tanner>
Lithaladhwen: (Dang. Dunno what to do.)
violent teaparty: []Heh then why'd you volunteer? :P[]
Lithaladhwen: (Because I like RP.)
violent teaparty: []Don't we all.[]
Syra Zemyla: *Chantelle is also on the street! She is carrying a large opaque bag with some difficulty*
A Rockin SN: (Hmm..... D or maybe Loen or... I don't know!)
Lithaladhwen: (Loen would be amusing if I played Shakti.)
Lithaladhwen: (She hates him. HATE HATE HATE)
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake is taking a run through the streets of Doma, in the middle of training for his next martial arts tournament, the day after tomorrow.*
Syra Zemyla: *Chantelle is in Ake's way, unfortunately!*
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake stops. He was about to, anyway. He needs a breather.*
Syra Zemyla: *Chantelle does not notice, still struggling with the bag!*
DeathRaySpleen: Hey...*pant* you need...*pant pant* help with that bag?
violent teaparty: Up on a random stoop near urban Doma, a platinum haired, red-skinned elvish type of guy lay idly, just seeming to enjoy himself, the day, and the jug of of some sort of Nekonian alcoholic beverage within easy grasp.
Syra Zemyla: Um, sure!
Syra Zemyla: (Wait, is someone narrating that?)
Syra Zemyla: (Or did you forget your asterisks?)
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DeathRaySpleen: *He catches his breath.*
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violent teaparty: []I'm narrating it.[]
A Rockin SN: (Well then!)
DeathRaySpleen: Okay.
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake takes the bag from Chantelle* Where are you bringing it?
A Rockin SN: (What's the location again?)
J4deninj44: (BRB)
violent teaparty: []Doma.[]
violent teaparty: []There isn't any sort of plot or structure just yet.[]
Syra Zemyla: Back to my house.
DeathRaySpleen: Okay. Where do you live?
DeathRaySpleen: (How heavy is the bag?)
Syra Zemyla: (About 50 lbs.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Not a problem for Ake!)
DeathRaySpleen: Wow, heavy bag. What's in it?
Lithaladhwen: ( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/23149271/ )
DeathRaySpleen: *He shoulders it with little difficulty, nonetheless*
Lithaladhwen: *A tan-skinned woman in a dark blue sari stops to listen to Bill, leaning on a building.*
Lithaladhwen: <Shakti>
A Rockin SN: (Where in Doma?)
Lithaladhwen: (Misc street area, I think.)
DeathRaySpleen: (THE STREETS!)
DeathRaySpleen: (Yeah, they get bold italics.)
A Rockin SN: (OKAY!)
A Rockin SN: *clip. Clop. Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop!*
Lithaladhwen: (Intro Cardinal's insane sister....)
Lithaladhwen: (And that guy she hated.)
A Rockin SN: *Thus does a very impressive large horse pass by. Clearly a warhorse of great breed, pure white. The guy atop it is armored so that it is impossible to see who it is. Unless you've seen him in armor before.*
Syra Zemyla: It's a statue I bought.
Lithaladhwen: *Watches him, slowly turning her head as he approaches. She gives a dry little laugh, grimaces, and spits on the sidewalk at her feet.*
DeathRaySpleen: Ah. Makes sense.
Lithaladhwen: IM: It's that dumb fucker.
Lithaladhwen: *For the record, she's more or less as she appeared in the linked art, except she's got a kukri mounted at her belt and a shopping basket in one arm.*
violent teaparty: Blinking, the prostrate figure across the street glances up at the armored person with a contemptuous glare. "Hey man, you're blocking my sun. And it just started getting warm again." A sip his drink. He then simply
violent teaparty: continued top lay and stare, as though waiting for him to move.
Lithaladhwen: IM: What the fuck was his name. Loen. That was it.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Asshole.
A Rockin SN: *the armored person turns to look at the elf, then just urges the horse a bit forward, just enough to stop blocking his sun!*
violent teaparty: "Ah wonderful." The elf-type-person layed his head back down and relaxed once more. "Most knightly bastards are too high and mighty to oblige that sort of thing. In fact..." And he tossed the jub to the man.
DeathRaySpleen: (So...Zem...uh...we there yet?)
violent teaparty: "Have a swig, on me."
violent teaparty: *jug
Lithaladhwen: (*whacks Daien and Zemyla with mallets for not watching chat*)
A Rockin SN: *clearly confused, he grabs the jug with armored hand, clearly trying hard to not crush it*
Lithaladhwen: (Ah....Daien escapes this time.)
Der DWSage: (Sorry folks, phone call. BRB soon...)
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violent teaparty: "Well, go on." He began to wonder if this daft knight even knew what to do with something like that.
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. I need GAIM blinking. ;_; )
A Rockin SN: *the voice speaks from behind the helmet, young but distorted by the helmet!* I'm afraid I cannot take this as I am. I thank you anyway.
A Rockin SN: *carefully tosses it back*
Syra Zemyla: *And they arrive! It's a fairly small house, but it looks well-maintained.*
Syra Zemyla: *Except for one part where the wall seems to shimmer oddly*
DeathRaySpleen: Okay. Am I putting it inside?
DeathRaySpleen: ...whoa. What's that?
DeathRaySpleen: *pointing to the wall*
Syra Zemyla: No, I've got it.
Lithaladhwen: *calls out to Loen* Hey, Jackass. Tortured anyone lately?
violent teaparty: He catches it with a flick of his wrist and snickers to himsef slightly. "Protocol my ass. Well whatever, I tried." Leaning back once more as though to re-enter his stupor, he yawned pulled a few strands of long silky
violent teaparty: hair form his face.
DeathRaySpleen: Okay, here you go. Carrying this thing was a pretty good workout.
DeathRaySpleen: *hands it over!*
DeathRaySpleen: But what's with the wall?
Syra Zemyla: *takes it* And that is one of the hazards of my style of magic.
DeathRaySpleen: What style is that?
A Rockin SN: *turns to the Shakti, but doesn't answer* IM: Just perfect.
A Rockin SN: ... Tortured..?
Syra Zemyla: Basically, it's infused with chaos.
Lithaladhwen: I remember you were the expert. Loen, wasn't it?
DeathRaySpleen: ...
DeathRaySpleen: ...cool.
DeathRaySpleen: Shouldn't it, like, explode, then?
violent teaparty: Just what he needed some sort of fight broken out in front of him. Normally, he'd be all for it, but this was his lethargy day.
A Rockin SN: Mmmn..
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Lithaladhwen: *griiins*
Syra Zemyla: No, it has many different effects.
Syra Zemyla: *goes over to the shimmering wall* Basically, what happened here is that I was trying to paint my house with magic.
DeathRaySpleen: ...ah.
violent teaparty: "Hey, witch." And this time, his jug of booze was tossed deftly down the road to Shakti, carefully careening directly for her. "Have a swig and come talk about it, eh?"
Lithaladhwen: What's the matter? You seem less than forthcoming today, Loen.
Lithaladhwen: You miss me?
Syra Zemyla: *touches the wall, and her finger is covered in paint* Basically, this section of the wall is made of paint now.
A Rockin SN: *sighs and raises the helmet* If I offended in any way, it was not my intention. You know that.
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Lithaladhwen: Right. I'm sure.
A Rockin SN: *sigh* If there any way I can make it up to you.
Syra Zemyla: And don't ask me why it hasn't fallen down.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
A Rockin SN: IM: *certain rude words are repressed with impressive force of will*
Lithaladhwen: Why so remorseful all of a sudden? *mirth goes out of her voice*
Lithaladhwen: You certainly didn't give a damn when we last spoke.
Lithaladhwen: I think you're full of shit.
DeathRaySpleen: Hn. I wasn't going to, but that is a good question.
violent teaparty: And he watches as his sake container sails past the woman's shoulder and lands rather sharply on the ground. In pieces and a splatter. He frowns.
Lithaladhwen: *looks down to the jug* That for me?
Lithaladhwen: I don't take booze from strangers.
Lithaladhwen: *tosses him a couple gil* Here. Buy a new one. Pick a more naive girl to harass.
violent teaparty: He simply glares at her in the the best cold gaze he can muster. "Well, maybe you should, might do much to loosen that ten-foot pole lodged in your cornhole."
Lithaladhwen: I work in a brothel. I assure you if there's one place every ten-foot-pole is accounted for? It's there.
Syra Zemyla: It is, but I don't know the answer.
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DeathRaySpleen: What's chaos have to do with paint, anyway?
violent teaparty: The coins come to rest in his hand which he snatches and considers tossing back at her with thrice the velocity. But he decides he'll keep, and slips it into his pouch.
A Rockin SN: *at the mention of her working place, Loen does his utmost to stifle a sputter. He only half succeeds*
Lithaladhwen: *to Loen* I'm not for sale, if that's what you're thinking.
Syra Zemyla: It sometimes happens when I try any spell, even one as simple as painting.
Lithaladhwen: *scoffs* Couldn't pay me enough to fuck the guys like you that come in.
DeathRaySpleen: Ah. That's...interesting.
DeathRaySpleen: I'm glad I'm not a wizard.
A Rockin SN: I am a married man, ma'am. I had no such intentions.
Lithaladhwen: My apologies to your partner. You lecture her, too? Or is she exempt?
violent teaparty: Next thing she knew the white-haired elvish young fellow was at her side, with a somewhat shifty expression. Before she could move away, he whispered toward her ear "Perhaps you should seek a new line of work, luv."
violent teaparty: And he nodded gravely.
A Rockin SN: *Loen's expression hardens at the comment, then he lowers his helmet* Excuse me.
Lithaladhwen: *draws her kukri and turns to face the elf* Back off.
A Rockin SN: *He would turn to leave, only he notices the drawing, and draws his own sword- A very beautifully crafted one of steel, with horses engraved upon the blade*
DeathRaySpleen: There is no part of martial arts that causes things like this.
Lithaladhwen: I'm not for sale, and I'll tell you what I tell every guy who walks in and thinks he can spend an evening with me.
Lithaladhwen: Gods help you if I have to tell you with my blade.
violent teaparty: He crossed his arms and turned back to this Leon chap. "I believe HE is your opponent. Leave me out of this, it's rather unpleasant."
A Rockin SN: Please sheath your weapon, ma'am.
violent teaparty: He then faced toward the other end of the street and started walking, muttering lazy, unpleasant things.
Lithaladhwen: *as soon as the elf backs off she sheathes her kukri*
A Rockin SN: *and so does Loen his sword*
Lithaladhwen: I don't take orders from you, Loen. I take care of myself, no matter what fuckers like you think.
Lithaladhwen: I'm not so naive as to trust YOU to protect me.
A Rockin SN: I think the situation is more of one between you and the law, ma'am.
DeathRaySpleen: It'd be cool if it did, though. I punch someone and they become made completely out of paint.
DeathRaySpleen: That would make matches really easy.
Lithaladhwen: You don't know what you're talking about.
violent teaparty: And off he went to go find something to renew his buzz. He wanted to forget about these past few moments, and promptly.
Syra Zemyla: Yes, but that's only one of the possible things that could happen. *opens the door and walks inside* Come in.
A Rockin SN: He had no such intention is all.. I merely do not wish that simple misunderstandings escalate into such conflict.
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm, this was a bad idea. It took us away from the rest of the RPers.)
DeathRaySpleen: (That's okay. I like to go where this kind of thing takes me.)
DeathRaySpleen: *follows inside!*
Lithaladhwen: Maybe your wishes are irrelevant. There are things I don't tolerate. At all.
violent teaparty: []A lot of things. > >[]
Lithaladhwen: I draw the line where I'm comfortable. Not where you're comfortable. Got it?
Lithaladhwen: (Sean: Yes. See, the joke is that she's not a nice woman.)
Lithaladhwen: (She's not a bad woman, just not a nice one.)
A Rockin SN: *his voice lowers* I know. It's just for your safety.
Lithaladhwen: You don't know shit about my safety.
J4deninj44: (Looks left, looks right* I bet I missed a fuck ton!)
Lithaladhwen: That much is obvious. It's my job. Not yours.
violent teaparty: []Nah. Nothing too interesting.[]
Lithaladhwen: (Not really. Shakti and Loen are arguing in the street.)
violent teaparty: []Spleen and Zem are contemplating paint.[]
J4deninj44: (...)
J4deninj44: (Gold.)
Lithaladhwen: (Wow.)
violent teaparty: []And Shiranai wandered off looking for something to do.[]
J4deninj44: (Shiranai....Sean's char?)
Lithaladhwen: (He could have stayed and fought with Shakti!)
DeathRaySpleen: (What does Ake see within the house of chaos?)
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violent teaparty: []Yes. Sean's character.[]
J4deninj44: (Wait...is Sean here or is it mere coincidence?)
A Rockin SN: I understand. *turns to keep going*
violent teaparty: []Sean miiight be here.[]
Syra Zemyla: *Actually, the house is pretty normal. Her front room seems to be a dining room, with the table and chairs. Exits are North, South, West.*
J4deninj44: (SEAN MY HOMEY IN VIOLENCE!)
J4deninj44: (*hugs him hard* T.T I missed you and your hyper!!!)
violent teaparty: []I'm not so hyper these days *Crushed*[]
Lithaladhwen: *spits on the ground again and mutters to herself* Good sport if a little dense.
J4deninj44: (Aww. As long as you're kinda hyper. You're the definition of genki.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: I'm sure he'd have swung down from his horse to rescue me, risking his life for the delicate maiden fair!
violent teaparty: []Heh. Yeah, I'm a more subtle form of genki.[]
violent teaparty: []Plan on RPing, missie?[]
J4deninj44: *Raptre L'Sarithe is wonder the streets in his Doman armor, maybe on duty, but with Raptre he tends to wander around before and after his acutal duty.*
J4deninj44: (In the words of Cyborg: Booyah.)
violent teaparty: []Is answer question.[]
DeathRaySpleen: (Put it in)
DeathRaySpleen: So what do you have to show me?
Syra Zemyla: Not much. I just felt it would be hospitable to offer you something after you carried that statue for me.
Lithaladhwen: (Okay. Other people need to do things, since apparently no one can handle unpleasant women here.)
DeathRaySpleen: Oh.
violent teaparty: And who would walk right by that winged lover of swishes than the pseduo-dark elf Shiranai. He paid little attention to the fellow at first, but suddenly realized he could acquire...information.
DeathRaySpleen: Well, I could use a drink, actually.
J4deninj44: *His usually short cropped spiky hair is longer now, to his shoulders but still looks fairly young as dragon-halves are wont to do. He still has the one curly lock at the top of his head, making him look like a tropical bird.*
Syra Zemyla: See? I have drinks.
J4deninj44: *He's humming a Solasian love sonnet. Still the hopeless romantic...*
violent teaparty: "Hey, buddy...know where to buy Nekonian draft around here?" His glance was brought to the top of his hair, and he considered toying with the 'feathers'.
Syra Zemyla: *heads into the kitchen*
J4deninj44: Nekonian draft. *sucks in air through his teeth as he thinks* ....Lesse...
A Rockin SN: Raaaaaaaap-faaaaaahhhhh! *a young girl, looking to be no more than 13, is running down the road towards Raptre. She has strange green hair and likewise colored eyes, and very pale skin*
J4deninj44: The Black Draft on Domanada and -
violent teaparty: ...Alright fine, he toyed with the crown of hair-feathers. Could you really expect Shiranai to contain himself?
Lithaladhwen: (Bah, you're all cowards. Fine. I'll play someone slightly less threatening.)
J4deninj44: (*Is not intimidated by Ashley's crushing femininity*)
violent teaparty: []:O Well, it's not so much me but this particular character. If I'd used another, they might have stayed and fought or something.[]
Lithaladhwen: (Thanks, Amanda. I appreciate it.)
J4deninj44: (Teach me how to crush people with my feminity.)
Lithaladhwen: (Don't have to stay and fight. It's just that apparently everyone has to run away in the face of unprecedented bitchery.)
Syra Zemyla: (I want to know, too!)
violent teaparty: []Shiranai does, especially when he wants to be drunk.[]
Lithaladhwen: (Women are naturally terrifying. Apparently. Especially frightening ones.)
J4deninj44: Ya-mah!
Syra Zemyla: *She comes back out with whiskey and two glasses*
A Rockin SN: *running at a very fast speed, she runs to hug Raptre. Not quite stopping to do so*
J4deninj44: *waves a little, with an exasperated smile* Sweetie, you don't have to yell so loud in the stre-GAH! *almost toppeled*
DeathRaySpleen: Uh. Alcohol. I probably shouldn't, I'm in training.
DeathRaySpleen: *he seems extremely embarrassed*
J4deninj44: *pats her back* Slooow doooown. Where's the fire?
Lithaladhwen: (I have to wonder if Holly would frighten people less. I think she's a safe bet.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Crap. I need to go down and eat dinner.)
violent teaparty: A child! An actual small child! It looked simply deli- erm...yes anyway. Not wanting to ruin the mood, Shiranai followed suit and threw his arms around Raptre, much the same way as the kid.
J4deninj44: *hugged by Shiranai* Oh...Uh.... ^^; Thanks!
J4deninj44: (lol classic Shi-kun.)
Syra Zemyla: (Okay.)
Syra Zemyla: (Let's leave them off there while you go someplace and I change characters!)
A Rockin SN: Uhmmmm.. *lets go* That man is hugging you Rap-fah... You didn't say you had a boyfriend... *blinks innocently*
J4deninj44: (Change into someone more comfortable?)
J4deninj44: !!!
J4deninj44: WHAT! *forces Shiranai away, preening*
J4deninj44: I do NOT have a boyfriend!
violent teaparty has left the room.
Syra Zemyla: (So where is everyone else?)
J4deninj44: (See he just disappeared.)
violent teaparty has entered the room.
violent teaparty: "The fire..." he began, speaking into Raptre's ear "Is in my pants." Letting go, he glanced at either of them as though he hadn't said a single perverted thing all night.
Lithaladhwen: (Currently nowhere. Trying to decide if another character is necessary at this point.)
J4deninj44: (125 Du Mythril Boulevard, between Yggdrasillery's and a used bookstore*
J4deninj44: )
J4deninj44: (*bovine defecation*)
A Rockin SN: *blinks slowly* What's that about ants Rap-fah?
J4deninj44: A-ants?
A Rockin SN: I think he said something about ants...
J4deninj44: He said...pants...and *it hits him*
J4deninj44: WHAT!!!
A Rockin SN: Oh, pants!
violent teaparty: "Ahahaha, what a good kid." He grinned, taking hold of the kid carefully and placing her upon his shoulder. Okay, so she was in her teens, but he had a bad habit of calling anyone younger than him kid.
J4deninj44: *holds Yanna protectively looking at Shiranai with fatherly suspicion* What are you some kind of pervert??
violent teaparty: []Oh uh.[]
J4deninj44: (PARADOX!)
A Rockin SN: (Confusing situation!)
violent teaparty: []Go ahead and take her.[]
J4deninj44: (mine came second so you win.)
A Rockin SN: (Yanna: *splits in two* e_e e_e)
violent teaparty: []O_o[]
J4deninj44: (Dear god put her back together!)
J4deninj44: (We don't need two!)
violent teaparty: []Okay fine, she's on my shoulder.[]
J4deninj44: *snoffs, yes, a mix betwen a sniff and scoff, he snoffs at Shiranai*
J4deninj44: You're really wierd.
A Rockin SN: *blinks*
A Rockin SN: Uhm...
violent teaparty: A blink, a tilt of the head and a smile. "Aw, do I interest you?" He turned to look up at the one on his shoulder. "I love it when people take in interest in me."
violent teaparty: *an
Lithaladhwen: (You people are just asking for it.)
violent teaparty: []For what? >.>[]
J4deninj44: (Dimme!)
Lithaladhwen: ( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/21521865/ )
A Rockin SN: ... You confuse me.
A Rockin SN: *nodnod*
Lithaladhwen: *A woman with greyish skin and black bat wings slips past Shiranai, "accidentally" brushing into him.*
Lithaladhwen: *She's dressed in a lot of black, and the pants at least are leather. What the clothes cover, they reveal by being nice and close-fitting.*
Lithaladhwen: <Quinn>
Lithaladhwen: Oh, sorry.
J4deninj44: (*puts on porn music*)
Lithaladhwen: Didn't, uh... didn't see you there.
J4deninj44: *blink blink*
Lithaladhwen: IM: He's cute. I like the color scheme.
A Rockin SN: *wobbles on Shiranai's shoulder with the brushing*
J4deninj44: Careful, Yanna-dear.
Lithaladhwen: *looks up* Sorry. You all right up there?
violent teaparty: It occured to him, as he began to explain things, that someone accidentally brushed into him. His brain started to wrap around the idea of being brushed into, when he realized he was even spoken to. And he wasn't even buzzed!
A Rockin SN: *as a note, this young girl is no taller than 3'11"*
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, I caught that.)
violent teaparty: "Oh uh...I didn't see you either, so it's fine." It really did seem odd that he didn't sense her coming. Ah well.
violent teaparty: Taking the girl off of his shoulder, he placed her down next to Raptre and reached instictively for the sake jug at his waist, the one that wasn't there.
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. I'm going to play someone probably no one has heard of.)
Syra Zemyla: <Hanako Chon>
Lithaladhwen: Well, I'm just glad you're all right. A drink on me to make it up to you?
Syra Zemyla: *And toward this gathering walks a young nekojin, with blue-green fur. She seems distracted.*
violent teaparty: "You read my mind!" he laughed heartily and placed a hand to the side of his head. A sign of vanity, perhaps, but at least he was having a good time.
J4deninj44: *pats Yanna's head, glad she's okay*
A Rockin SN: ... Raptre, he's scary... Does he like you?
Lithaladhwen: Hm. *smiles, revealing some modest little fangs* Well, that's good to hear. *offers a hand to shake* My name's Quinn. You?
J4deninj44: IM: Two daughters and I've never so much as been in bed with a woman not related to me. Man, this really sucks.
J4deninj44: *sighs, depressed*
A Rockin SN: (Raptre should move to Alabama.)
J4deninj44: IM: It's because I'm so damn responsible. I mean look at Yanna, she's so lost without me.
violent teaparty has left the room.
violent teaparty has entered the room.
J4deninj44: IM: And the cousin of mine, will just never grow up. I'm just to busy being a fine upstanding citizen to deal with a relationship.
violent teaparty: Rather than shaking her hand, Shiranai grasped it and turned it up so that he could place a gentle kiss upon it. "Shiranai will do. Charmed." Not wanting to stumble this moment of gentlemanliness, he did the most
J4deninj44: *looks up at the sky thoughtfully, nodding*
violent teaparty: gentlemanly thing he could think to do...bite her hand. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to sting.
Lithaladhwen: Shiranai. *grins a little at the nip*
Lithaladhwen: *Now that he's close to her...*
J4deninj44: IM: And Rykki is so violent but she's grown a bit...Aaaah, me....
DeathRaySpleen: (I'm back.)
violent teaparty: []Wb.[]
Lithaladhwen: *He can see that her skin is grey because it's covered in very fine light grey scales. They're lighter on her extremities and darker toward her back and whatnot.*
J4deninj44: *lost in thought, possibly ignoring...okay, ignoring Yanna in the process*
Syra Zemyla: Hm? *looks at the gathering*
A Rockin SN: *stays silent* ... *blinking*
Syra Zemyla: (And the miniplot with Chantelle and Ake may be dead.)
Lithaladhwen: Lovely to meet you. *pulls him closer by the hand he's using to hold hers*
Lithaladhwen: What'll you be having? Anything you like. My treat.
DeathRaySpleen: (Were they torn apart by wolves?)
J4deninj44: IM: You know, speaking of responsibilites, I'm overdue for some vacation time dammit!
J4deninj44: *frowns*
Syra Zemyla: (The plot was.)
violent teaparty: Sniffing at Quinn, he looks up at her with open curiosity. "You smell odd. I can't quite place it. And you give off a strange heat...erm oh! Well if they have sake, I'll go for that but. Right now I could care less, so
J4deninj44: IM: With all the overtime that I do, I mean really!
J4deninj44: *looks down at Yanna* ...
violent teaparty: long as it gets me drunk!" He laughed again, and then grabbed Raptre abruptly. "Mind if we take him too? Apparently he's my new boyfriend or something." At this, he seemed confused.
J4deninj44: WHAT!!!
J4deninj44: I told you I am not your boyfriend!
DeathRaySpleen: (D'you mind if I move Ake here, Zem?)
Lithaladhwen: *smirks a little* Sure. There's enough to go around. Like I said. My treat. Whether you're his boyfriend or not.
Lithaladhwen: What do you say?
Lithaladhwen: More the merrier.
Syra Zemyla: (Nope.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Bar?)
J4deninj44: *frowns and looks at Yanna* IM: I dunno if I want to take her to a bar with these kinds of people...
J4deninj44: I dunno.. you guys look suspicious.
Syra Zemyla: (He probably left when she started drinking.)
violent teaparty: Putting an arm around each of them, he had a cheerful grin and nodded. "He's in! Off we go!"
Syra Zemyla: Suspicious? Us?
Lithaladhwen: Oh, she'll be fine. *makes an X on her chest* Cross my heart and hope to die.
A Rockin SN: *blinks slowly* IM: Bars are scarrryyy...
Lithaladhwen: I'm no one to be suspicious of. Just a friendly woman with no evening plans. *wink*
J4deninj44: WHAT! *looks at Shiranai* I didn't agree to anything!
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake enters the bar!*
J4deninj44: And you, miss, pardon my rudeness, do not look like the kind of woman I want to expose my daughter too.
violent teaparty: Raptre could feel an elbow thrust just sharply enough into his side. "He agrees. Lead the way!"
J4deninj44: Ow!
Syra Zemyla: (I don't think we're at the bar yet.)
J4deninj44: I...
J4deninj44: I...didn't...
DeathRaySpleen: (Oh, really?)
Syra Zemyla: (Though it would make more sense for Hanako to be there already.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Well then Ake will be there when you get there!)
Lithaladhwen: My name isn't Miss. It's Quinn. And she's probably safer in a bar with me than anywhere else. S'where I do my best work.
Lithaladhwen: Come on. If you feel uncomfortable, you can go. Deal?
Syra Zemyla: (Okay. Hanako is at the bar.)
J4deninj44: o__o Best work? Are you bartender?
Syra Zemyla: (Which bar will it be?)
J4deninj44: *Aaah, still slightly naive, eh Raptre*
Lithaladhwen: No. Drunken boxing is too dramatic. Professional barfighter. I won't start any tonight, I promise. Only in self-defense. 'kay?
violent teaparty: He began to snicker uncontrollably, knowing this would be a fun night.
Lithaladhwen: IM: He's so cute! I just want to take him home and have him right on the floor.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Feathers everywhere.
J4deninj44: (XDXD)
J4deninj44: Oh....Well...*frowns* I'd have to stop a barfigh if one started anyway.
J4deninj44: Part of keeping the peace and all...
Lithaladhwen: I promise I'll keep people behaving nicely.
J4deninj44: *looks at Yanna* I gues I should teacher her to drink responsibly...
A Rockin SN: *beams* I can help! I'm good at ... uhm... making bad things go away...
A Rockin SN: *nodnod*
DeathRaySpleen: (Oh, yeah, because that worked so well the last time Quinn saw Ake)
Lithaladhwen: You should! Young people should be exposed to it under supervision from responsible adults. You seem qualified.
violent teaparty: "She IS a growing young lady." He nodded resolutely, in spite of his smirk.
J4deninj44: You sure are, sweetie. *has no idea what she means*
DeathRaySpleen: (When he and Zeke started beating the fuck out of each other?)
Lithaladhwen: (Yay! That was so fucking cool.)
J4deninj44: Okay. I guess it's a good idea to build a friendship with the citizen and all.
Lithaladhwen: *smiles* Excellent. I won't take you to my personal favorite, what with the young lady and all.
Lithaladhwen: How about... *points to a random bar* That one?
A Rockin SN: What's so bad about drinking? Don't you die if you don't drink, Rap-fah?
violent teaparty: "Right then! Oswego! Erm...uh...I mean...Off we go!" Gazing off at the bar, he nodded. "Been to that one once. It wasn't a bad place. I don't think they're used to my kind of clientelle though."
J4deninj44: Ah, well, this is drinking alchol and liquors, grub dumpling.
Lithaladhwen: Let's go. *leads the way to the bar where....Ake is!*
A Rockin SN: What's a grub dumpling, Rap-fah..?
J4deninj44: Oh it's delicious!
J4deninj44: I'll have to make it for you, one night or so.
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. I'm retconning a bit. Hanako is there as well.)
Lithaladhwen: (It's all good.)
J4deninj44: *walking behind Shiranai and Quinn*
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake is at a table, drinking hot tea and eating a light but fortifying meal. For his training, you see. He's done for the day and resting.*
Lithaladhwen: *gives a little fingertip wave to Ake as she heads to the bar*
J4deninj44: You see, it's the grub of the Aspen ox beetle, you marinade it in this really sweet sauce. Aaaah, delicious with butter bread.
Lithaladhwen: (Slimy yet....satisfying. So I've heard.)
J4deninj44: (High in protein.)
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake's tired face cracks into a grin when he sees Quinn.* Hey, you.
violent teaparty: "They remodelled." Tsaking a quick look around, he noticed that a man was in training. It reminded him nostalgically of his days training as a young nekojin. Wiping a wistful tear from his eye, he followed Quinn
violent teaparty has left the room.
violent teaparty has entered the room.
violent teaparty: to the bar.
violent teaparty: *Taking
Syra Zemyla: *Hanako is at the bar proper. She has a light salad with chicken and some wine.*
Lithaladhwen: *leans over the counter and arches her wings, giving Shiranai a nice view of her leather-covered backside*
DeathRaySpleen: IM: How many men does this woman have? Holy shit.
violent teaparty: []Don't forget. There's a small girl.[]
Lithaladhwen: *orders Sake for Shiranai and a Block H Cocktail for herself*
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Oooh.
J4deninj44: *Responsibly, orders two waters*
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake leans over a bit to improve his own view of said backside*
violent teaparty: A glare. At raptre.
J4deninj44: *siiiiighs*
Lithaladhwen: Oh, come now.
J4deninj44: *and one beer*
Lithaladhwen: Have something.
Lithaladhwen: *smiles and lays down some money that she pulls from... somewhere. Probably her bra.*
Lithaladhwen: Excellent.
J4deninj44: IM: How is that I always give into peer pressure?
J4deninj44: *pouts*
violent teaparty: He nodded and comfortably commenced responsibly gazing at Quinn's posterior.
Lithaladhwen: *turns around with her cocktail in a martini glass in one hand.... it smells like booze from about five feet away*
Lithaladhwen: Okay. So. Find a table?
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake hastily pretends to not having been staring at her ass.*
Lithaladhwen: *winks at Ake*
violent teaparty: []Oh I just realized I never described how Shiranai is dressed. He has on something like a long, sleeveless jacket, a pair of tight pants tucked into tall black contoured boots...and a sword on his back, a katana like blade.[]
DeathRaySpleen: *winks back, grins again*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I like this city more and more the more friends I make.
A Rockin SN: *blinks at the backside, not really disgusted, just kinda confused in her wtf way*
Lithaladhwen: Anyone mind if we sit with an acquaintance of mine? He's eating dinner over there. *gestures to Ake*
Lithaladhwen: (Daien misses the "stare at Quinn's ass window by about five minutes.)
A Rockin SN: (Too bad. e_e)
Lithaladhwen: (Do your chat windows flash?)
A Rockin SN: (No.)
J4deninj44: Sure. I don't mind.
violent teaparty: At the sight of his sake, he squeals in girlish delight, possibly better than a girl could. But he slowed down so that he might savor the first sip or so.
Lithaladhwen: *leads folk over to Ake* Hey there. Mind if we join you?
DeathRaySpleen: *grins* Eww, you?
DeathRaySpleen: Heh. Sure. Take a seat.
Lithaladhwen: *sits and sips her Block H*
Lithaladhwen: Ake, this is Shiranai, and I didn't get the names of our other guests. Care to introduce yourselves? *to Raptre and Yanna*
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake offers a hand to shake Shiranai's* Ake Tanner. Pleased to meet you.
A Rockin SN: ... Uuuhhmmm...
A Rockin SN: I'm Yanna! *beams*
violent teaparty: It was about this time that he'd finally come out of the initial encephalic shock of experiencing the first drink of his free sake, and realized that the others had moved. He promptly followed them and sat near.
DeathRaySpleen: Any friend of Quinn's is a friend of mine.
Lithaladhwen: *grins*
DeathRaySpleen: IM: But I do NOT do threesomes.
J4deninj44: Ah. *smiles* First Lieutenant Raptre L'Sarithe, Yanna's father. *bows slightly*
violent teaparty: As the hand was offered, he looked it over and contemplated biting this one, by decided not to, simply shaking it.
DeathRaySpleen: First Lieutenant, eh? In the army or the guard?
J4deninj44: Guard, sir.
A Rockin SN: Uh huh! First Lyooo... teeenaaant...! Means he's really important!
Syra Zemyla: (Since Ake's group is currently the largest one in the bar, Hanako goes towards it.)
J4deninj44: Liuetenant. Loo ten nant. And I'm...kinda of important, I guess.
DeathRaySpleen: Well then I'm sure I'll feel quite safe tonight.
J4deninj44: *blushes and looks a little embarrassed*
Lithaladhwen: Oh, you should, Ake.
Lithaladhwen: We're all civilized here, aren't we? *winks*
DeathRaySpleen: You, Quinn?
Lithaladhwen: Of course. *fangy little grin*
violent teaparty: Leans back in his seat, hugging the sake to his chest as if it were a pet or a baby. "You know, Domans stole the word Lieutenant from Rive." He just figured he might point that out.
Lithaladhwen: *nods to Shiranai* That's good to know.
DeathRaySpleen: *gives him a sidelong glance* That's nice.
Syra Zemyla: **
DeathRaySpleen: So Quinn, what're you doing the day after tomorrow?
violent teaparty: []Insert RP post here?[]
Lithaladhwen: Me? I don't know. No plans. Why? Should I make some?
DeathRaySpleen: Come and watch me beat up a series of muscular men.
DeathRaySpleen: I've got a tourney.
violent teaparty: Coyly, he said under his breath "I know what she's doing tonight."
A Rockin SN: IM: Beat up people? Do they... need a ... .. What's it called again? ... aaaaahhh...
DeathRaySpleen: Come on, I know you like to watch me fight.
Lithaladhwen: Oh..... beating muscular men. Hm. I don't know. I might be open.
DeathRaySpleen: Good stuff.
violent teaparty has left the room.
DeathRaySpleen: Too bad it's a men's tournament, or I'm sure I'd be facing you down in the final, eh?
violent teaparty has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: It is too bad. I much prefer participating to watching, though. Having to watch a series of fights and not join in is just cruel.
violent teaparty: "A tourney, huh? I haven't been in one of those in awhile. Well, they banned me from the last one because...they didn't seem to approve of my chopping my defeated into unrecognizeable pieces." Shrugging, he seemed somewhat
violent teaparty: mystified as to why.
A Rockin SN: ...
A Rockin SN: *whisper* Rap-fah, he's a strange man..
LovelyJester: (sorry was distracted. :D )
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake opened his mouth to comment on half of Shiranai's comment before the other half came out.*
Lithaladhwen: *smirks to Shiranai* You know, friend....I think we're going to get along just fine.
DeathRaySpleen: *And then shut it again.*
J4deninj44: *whispers* Yes, honey. I know.
J4deninj44: Those are the kinds of people you should avoid.
DeathRaySpleen: *quirks an eyebrow*
Lithaladhwen: I tend to prefer tearing over chopping, though. More intimate, don't you think?
A Rockin SN: ...
A Rockin SN: How is... making people bleed... intimate, miss?
A Rockin SN: *tilts her head*
J4deninj44: !
J4deninj44: *facepalm*
violent teaparty: Reaching behind him to the grip of his sword, he shrugged once again. "All in how you learned to fight. Me, I like blades." His fingers began to caress the grip as though he were starting to masturbate.
Lithaladhwen: It's not for everyone. I don't think it would be right for you.
Lithaladhwen: *wide grin* Nice sword. May I see it?
violent teaparty: He grinned in response, very similarly. "Don't see why not." It was out of its sheathe in less than a second, pommel-end pointed toward her.
Lithaladhwen: *takes it, sliding her hand down the grip as she takes it*
Lithaladhwen: *lays it in her lap and speaks down to it*
Lithaladhwen: Now see, I... was taught... to work with my hands. *back up to Shiranai* I've had good luck with it.
violent teaparty: Shiranai blinked and watched her, as a child might watch a fortune teller hard at work.
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Can this woman do anything and make it not seem sexual?
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. I will lurk instead.)
Lithaladhwen: (Instead of what? Lurking?)
Lithaladhwen: (Ake: No.)
Der DWSage: (Rgh. FINALLY Back.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Heh.)
violent teaparty: Tossing it carelessly into the air, he shifted in his seat a bit, and he came down to slide back into its scabbard restbit. "The hands seem to be the catalyst for the expression of one's soul, or at least the forceful
Der DWSage: (Where are we now?)
Lithaladhwen: (Hey, Sage. We're in a bar and I'm Quinn.)
violent teaparty: expression. Or so I was taught by my master!" Looking nostalgic again, he gained a dreamy look in his eyes.
Lithaladhwen: I think your master was definitely someone worth listening to, Shiranai. *little grin*
DeathRaySpleen: Oh. Are they really?
Der DWSage: (Hm...)
Der DWSage: *And into the bar enters...entertainment! In Bishounen Orc form!*
Der DWSage: *Anyone need his description from earlier?*
Lithaladhwen: Though I could show you just what I could do with a soul.... it's really very rude to demonstrate on a friend. Quite frankly I like everything you have... just... where it is.
Lithaladhwen: (Nope. I'm good.)
DeathRaySpleen: I really just think of them as the things I use to break limbs and stuff.
Lithaladhwen: It's the "and stuff" that counts, Ake. *smile*
violent teaparty: "Haaaai!! Oh...sorry, I spent a lot of time in Nekonia, it slips out sometimes." He clammed up timidly. What she spoke of next confused him, or at least only seemed to. One could never know when one was feigning naivety.
Der DWSage: *And...he's singing, in a nice baritone, slightly Nekonian accent*
Lithaladhwen: Don't worry about it. I don't mind.
Der DWSage: *It's a rather sad song, at that* Twelve years ago, I met you...your parents thought they'd set you...on the right path, learning things by rote...
Lithaladhwen: *little wave to Bill, as she's not met him yet*
J4deninj44: *looks at Yanna*
A Rockin SN: *looks back, waiting for him to say something*
Lithaladhwen: So. Raptre. How's your beer?
J4deninj44: ... You know... I've never before seriously considred send-Oh!
A Rockin SN: ... Huh?
J4deninj44: Well, 6.6 *looks at the golden liquied*
violent teaparty: "Hey Raptre, was it? I've always wondered, how do they train guards in this town?" He was finishing the last of his sake.
J4deninj44: It's kind of watery, in my opinion.
Der DWSage: *Waves back! And even stops by the table...bar? A short distance away while singing* Your teachers called you nitwit...thus, you turned out to be a misfit...Destined to become the school's own goat...
J4deninj44: How do we train? Well, there's protocol and excercises we go through.
Der DWSage: IM:A lute would be perfect to go with this song.
J4deninj44: Simulations, mock battles, etc.
violent teaparty: Cutting Raptre short, he stood suddenly, pointing at Bill with a scowl and a restrained finger. "...YOU!"
J4deninj44: !!
Der DWSage: *Cuts his song off!* Hm? Yes?
J4deninj44: *looks at Yanna again* Hon, how do you feel about boarding school?
Lithaladhwen: Hrm. The boys are acting up. *to Raptre, ignoring the nonsense for now* Try some of this. It's called a Block H. It's part Valthka, part Dead Man's Washrag, and part Liquid Circumcision. *offers Raptre her glass*
DeathRaySpleen: How much hand-to-hand do they have to do? Any submission grappling?
J4deninj44: D-Dead Man's what?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Submi---don't even.
J4deninj44: Liquid WHO?
Lithaladhwen: It's okay. Really. *offers*
A Rockin SN: ... What's a circumsicion?
J4deninj44: .....
J4deninj44: !!!!
violent teaparty has left the room.
DeathRaySpleen: (Kai: ...)
violent teaparty has entered the room.
violent teaparty: "YOU'RE THE BILL WHO KILLED MY ENTIRE VILLAGE. I remember a travelling bard named Bill! Prepare to die!!" He jumped up on the table and abotu drew his sword.
J4deninj44: Ah, it's a..medical procedure for....IM: Quick a lie!
J4deninj44: For... your....
J4deninj44: ton....sils................
J4deninj44: IM: She'll never buy that.
A Rockin SN: ... What do they do in it?
Der DWSage: *Blinking, he backs up! He's not even carrying a weapon...just a flute* Now hold on there!
Lithaladhwen: ....Shiranai? What's going on?
Der DWSage: IM:Oshit, oshit, oshit...
J4deninj44: They...IM: Shit!
DeathRaySpleen: Hey, I'm sure it's not the same guy! Sit down!
Der DWSage: I'm no murderer! I'm just a bard! A performer, and nothing else!
Lithaladhwen: *tosses her drink back and stands*
J4deninj44: Well, it's really icky. I don't want to go itno details. *laughs nervously*
J4deninj44: *looks at Shiranai* HEY!
Der DWSage: *And, yeah. Did I mention Nekonian accent?*
J4deninj44: No fighting in public!
J4deninj44: Did I not tell you that!!
Lithaladhwen: I promised there wouldn't be any fights tonight. Do I have to beat you with a table leg or can we sit and talk like nice grownups?
violent teaparty: "This man! See, after I was kicked out of my village for being a freak and cutting a man's arm off, I came back a decade later and learned someone named Bill had killed everyone." He crossed his arms with a scary look
J4deninj44: <.< I think disciplining someone with a table leg counts as domestic violence, Miss Quinn.
violent teaparty: in his amber eyes, which seemed to be growing red. "And how many Bills are there in this world!!?"
Lithaladhwen: Lots. Lots and lots.
J4deninj44: TONS!
J4deninj44: It's a common name!
Der DWSage: *Shakes his head, still backing up!* I assure you it wasn't me...I'm not even that good with a sword. For crying out loud, I'm a hemophiliac!
A Rockin SN: Uh...
DeathRaySpleen: There are thousands of men named Bi--wait, did you say cutting a man's arm off?!
A Rockin SN: I know 5 Bills.. One of them is... nine...
A Rockin SN: I bet it's him.
A Rockin SN: *nodnod*
J4deninj44: >_>
violent teaparty: Smiling a bit shyly, as if he were a girl who'd just farted he nodded to the other man. "Yeah, he called me a whoreson." A giggl;e escaped his lips.
J4deninj44: *slouches in his char*
J4deninj44: IM: How? Why? How and Why do all the wierd people find their way to Doma?!
Der DWSage: (Bill:Same way magnets find the poles.)
DeathRaySpleen: <_< Quinn, I love you, but where the hell do you find your friends?
Lithaladhwen: I don't know. Around. Like I found you.
Der DWSage: IM:The man is insane...
DeathRaySpleen: This isn't quite as bad as the time I got shot at, at least.
Der DWSage: >_>
violent teaparty: Hopping off the table, he performed a random cartwheel and returned to his seat obediently. "Raptre, why didn't you answer me? The guards, how are they trained?" Taking the dragonhalf's hands, he shook them gently, as
violent teaparty: though to get his attention.
Der DWSage: ...
DeathRaySpleen: He...did...
Der DWSage: ...So, you admit I'm not the murderer?
J4deninj44: I...
Lithaladhwen: Oh, that was Zeke. He does that. He's a real sweetheart once you get to know him. Which you may not. I don't know if he swings that way. Never asked.
J4deninj44: I...
J4deninj44: ............I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!
J4deninj44: *blinks, coughs*
J4deninj44: .... Sorry...I... must have lost my temper...
DeathRaySpleen: Wouldn't want to. I don't swing that way either.
Lithaladhwen: That always seemed kind of sexist to me. He's a very nice man. So are you. It's really too bad.
violent teaparty: Blinking frightenedly at Raptre, he seemed as though he was about to cry. Then he just as quickly sprung up in a happy grin and clapped in delight. "Yay a real fight!"
J4deninj44: .............................
Der DWSage: IM:Mentally. Unstable.
DeathRaySpleen: Even if I were gay, or at least bisexual, it's very hard to like a man who shot you.
Lithaladhwen: Why? You're fine now.
Der DWSage: *Iiiiinches towards the bar, as far away from Shiranai as he can get, and orders a beer*
Lithaladhwen: I've done worse by accident.
DeathRaySpleen: If the first thing you did was beat me up...instead of doing so once we got back to your house...I probably wouldn't have stayed with you.
J4deninj44: *wips his faces with his hands sloooooowly*
Der DWSage: *Well, he'd like to. But really, he just gets a sammich and water*
J4deninj44: Shiranai...are you...under the influence?
DeathRaySpleen: IM: That was a hell of a night.
Lithaladhwen: Lots of people stay with me after lots of things. I won't even go into some of it.
Lithaladhwen: Safe to say.
violent teaparty has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: That's really no big deal in the larger picture. It would have been fine.
violent teaparty has entered the room.
violent teaparty: []Sorry. >_>[]
Lithaladhwen: (S'all good.)
DeathRaySpleen: Eh. Still. I don't find guys attractive.
Der DWSage: (WB Sean)
Lithaladhwen: Your loss.
violent teaparty: "Under the influence of what?" That curious blinking gaze again.
DeathRaySpleen: Oh, come on. What do I need with guys when I've got you, huh? *eyebrow quirk, half-smile*
Der DWSage: She wants to know if you're drunk.
J4deninj44: Of ...drugs or a spell.
Der DWSage: *Sips water*
A Rockin SN: Drugs?
Lithaladhwen: You know, I know a girl who told me something similar.
violent teaparty: "She?" He looked with intense curiosity at Raptre. "So wait, Raptre's...my girlfriend?"
J4deninj44: I don't even care if it's illegal at this point. just tell me that there is something seriously, medically wrong with you.
Lithaladhwen: She doesn't find men attractive either.
J4deninj44: WHAAAAt!!!
J4deninj44: I AM NOT A WOMAN!
A Rockin SN: .... Girlfriend?
J4deninj44: I HAVE A PENIS! IT LIKES GIRLS!
A Rockin SN: Rap-faaah, did you do one of those strange spell things..?
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
DeathRaySpleen: (Yes, Ake has lost interest in the crazy man and has decided to start trying to pick Quinn up [again] on all cylinders)
J4deninj44: SWEET TAP DANCING RYUUGAMI IN DRESS!!!
J4deninj44: *fuming*
Lithaladhwen: *to Raptre* That's good to hear. I'm glad that it and I would get along.
Der DWSage: ...
J4deninj44: ....
violent teaparty: "Well, Mr. Bill over there said she. I do admit, you do look a little like a woman. Pretty one too." He grinned as if he were being smooth.
Der DWSage: >_>
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Okay, I misspoke before. I don't do threesomes with another guy, but two girls wouldn't be bad...
Der DWSage: IM:Oh boy.
J4deninj44: ..........
Der DWSage: IM:When I screw up, I screw up big time.
Der DWSage: (Hey, waitaminnit. How did Shir know Bill's name?)
violent teaparty: []They said it earlier.[]
J4deninj44: I...*sits down calmly*
DeathRaySpleen: You were with a girl? That's hot.
J4deninj44: *downs his beer*
Der DWSage: (>_> In...emotes. Or do you mean before I went AFK for hours?)
DeathRaySpleen: (Err, that was to Quinn, of course.)
Syra Zemyla: (Anyway, I have to go, WTF everyone.)
Lithaladhwen: *to Ake* I've been with lots of girls. Haven't you?
Syra Zemyla has left the room.
violent teaparty: []Erm, they said it somewhere or else Shiranai wouldn't have went off on him. o.o[]
Der DWSage: (*Backlogs*)
J4deninj44: (BRB)
violent teaparty: []Okay.[]
DeathRaySpleen: Well yeah. But I'm a guy. And I've never been with a guy before.
Lithaladhwen: Tsk. You should. It's a good experience.
violent teaparty: "First time for everything." Shiranai was suddenly seated on their side of the table, leaning back like before.
DeathRaySpleen: Think I'll pass.
Lithaladhwen: *pouts* Aw.
violent teaparty: Looking up at Quinn, his face seemed to say 'I want to ask you something.'
DeathRaySpleen: <_<;;;
Lithaladhwen: *head tilt* Shiranai?
violent teaparty: "Can I..." He started, and bit his lip. "Can I...smell you again? It was so very interesting."
DeathRaySpleen: There's not a first time for everything. That's a lie.
Lithaladhwen: *calls him closer with one finger* That depends on a lot of things, Shiranai.
violent teaparty: Peering closer, his expression grew somewhat more serious. "Liiiike what?"
DeathRaySpleen: There is no first time for me swimming through rock, there is no first time for me starting fires with my mind, and there is absolutely no first time for me having sex with a dude.
Lithaladhwen: Like what you want to smell, and where, and when. *grin*
violent teaparty: He turned for just long to tell Ake. "I've done all of those things." Nodding, he turned back.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Don't worry about the why. It makes him happy, he makes me happy, everyone is happy.
DeathRaySpleen: IM: "Can I smell you again"? What the hell is this guy on?
Der DWSage has left the room.
violent teaparty: Shiranai put a finger to his chin, and thought deeply to himself, then looked at her again. His childish instability was fading by the moment. "I was thinking I would probably start where I left off and just...get to every
violent teaparty: part of you, every nook and crannie."
Lithaladhwen: *grabs his collar and pulls him reeaaaally close* I think I could handle that.
violent teaparty: "Good." He said quietly, gazing into her eyes, not moving an inch. "I'll get you more block H."
Lithaladhwen: *grin*
Lithaladhwen: *lets him go*
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Now, wait. I'm a planet's worth of man, and she goes with the creepy sword-swinging autistic guy?
Lithaladhwen: Go ahead. I'll be right here when you get back.
Lithaladhwen: (Quinn goes with all kinds of people. She's gregarious after a fashion.)
DeathRaySpleen: *w* What the hell are you doing with a guy like that, hon? He's probably, like, a cannibal or something.
Lithaladhwen: "Hon?" Ake. We need to talk.
violent teaparty: Keeping his gaze locked on hers until he'd shifted too much to do so, he came to stand next to Ake, leaning down to blow on the back of his neck. "You want something too?"
violent teaparty has left the room.
violent teaparty has entered the room.
DeathRaySpleen: No, I'm fine. Get Quinn her drink.
violent teaparty: "Sure thing, bro." As he sauntered off toward the bar, he chuckled inwardly.
Lithaladhwen: Ake, I appreciate your concern. It's sweet. Really. But I can be friends with anyone I like, and I can take care of myself. Are you getting jealous?
DeathRaySpleen: Jealous? Me?
Lithaladhwen: First Zeke, now Shiranai. What's going on?
DeathRaySpleen: (Of course.)
Lithaladhwen: (It didn't occur to Quinn that he would be!)
DeathRaySpleen: Going on? Nothing. I just think you'd be better off with men who wouldn't give a telepath a headache.
Lithaladhwen: Well, I'm... not a telepath. And I decide what kind of men I'm better off with. I don't like the ones who get all weird and possessive.
Lithaladhwen: I think I'm better off without them.
Lithaladhwen: Don't you?
violent teaparty: []Hehehe. I like that description.[]
DeathRaySpleen: Uh..
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Smooth, Ake.
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah.
DeathRaySpleen: Of course.
DeathRaySpleen: *He looks away, toward the door, trying to hide the fact that he's blushing*
violent teaparty: He returned with a jug and two glasses, setting one in front of the both of them, pouring them both half a glass full, and then setting the jug down. He then sat at the other end of the table smiling at them.
Lithaladhwen: *nods and sits back to enjoy her drink*
violent teaparty: []Oh wait.[]\
Lithaladhwen: IM: Well, that takes care of that.
Lithaladhwen: (What?)
violent teaparty: []By the both of them I meant Ake and Quinn.[]
Lithaladhwen: ('kay. Changes nothing. It's all good.)
violent teaparty: []Yeah.[]
DeathRaySpleen: Oh, sorry, man. I don't drink this close to an important match.
DeathRaySpleen: *He takes his glass and tops off Quinn's drink with it*
Lithaladhwen: See, that's where you and I differ, Ake. Oh, thanks. Anyway.
DeathRaySpleen: Well I'm not a drunken master.
Lithaladhwen: ^_^
violent teaparty: He shrugs. "T'each his own. I find I fight better with a slight buzz." But everyone's mind worked differently and he could understand.
Lithaladhwen: Alcohol doesn't really affect me like it used to.
violent teaparty: He pointed at her and laughed mockingly. "Haha! You're a lush!" But he stuck his tongue out to show he was just joking. Half-joking.
Lithaladhwen: *smirk* Nah. Would have been easy to be, but I've seen enough drunks to know that staying that way isn't much fun.
Lithaladhwen: It also kills your sex drive. *sip*
T3chn0Namagomi has entered the room.
violent teaparty: "Yeah..." he sighs. "A lot of people start drinking thinking it makes them more wild, more outgoing and sexier or something. Well maybe at first, but it gets to the point where all that matters is the booze." He
violent teaparty: hugged his sword tightly almost squealing. "It also takes your mind off the fight! I could never do that to my baby."
Lithaladhwen: Heh. All fair statements.
Lithaladhwen: Demons aren't good with their booze. Not succubi at least. You should see my father. It's crazy.
Lithaladhwen: *finishes off the glass* Training is good, though. Probably won't ever be me. I have time for more important things.
violent teaparty: Shiranai glanced up at her slightly nervously and laughed a bit. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to meet your dad actually..."
Lithaladhwen: You won't. I promise.
Lithaladhwen: My father is... not involved in my social life.
Lithaladhwen: That would just be weird.
DeathRaySpleen: The week of training I put in this week, if I win, will net me almost ten times as much as I'd have gotten with normal classes.
DeathRaySpleen: If I even make the semifinals, we come out better than even.
DeathRaySpleen: So I train.
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violent teaparty has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* Well, if you ever want the training that will keep booze from interfering, I'll see about giving you some names.
Lithaladhwen: I think my old masters are probably dead by now, but someone'd still be around.
violent teaparty: "Training is good for you. But you know, after swinging this sword around for three decades, I came to realize...there's a point where more training becomes a distraction, where just learning how to live your life makes
violent teaparty: you stronger than throwing more punches or taking more swings or casting more spells." Taking a deep breath, he realized he had no more sake, and frowned.
DeathRaySpleen: Uh. Okay.
DeathRaySpleen: But I'm training for a tournament.
DeathRaySpleen: Being spritually stronger is nice, but in the short term I need to defeat six or seven men in unarmed combat in two days.
DeathRaySpleen: So I need to make sure I won't pull my groin on number three.
violent teaparty: He coughed and turned to Quinn. "I'm sure this one can help you strength your groin."
Lithaladhwen: No comment.
violent teaparty: *strengthen
Lithaladhwen: *grin* Seriously. No comment.
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake puts his head in his hands, shaking with silent but violent laughter*
violent teaparty: []Yay, we're slowly fizzling out.[]
DeathRaySpleen: *he calms himself down and wipes a tear away* Yeah. Anyway.
Lithaladhwen: *smirk* Oh, you shush. You know better than anyone your groin is just fine.
DeathRaySpleen: Yeah, because I stretched it for fifteen minutes twice a day for the past nine. It should be well limbered up.
Lithaladhwen: I bet it is.
Lithaladhwen: Too bad there aren't first times for everything. I know some people who could really help you limber up, Ake.
violent teaparty: He yawned widely and curled up in his seat, ever like a child."Miss Quinn, I'm going to take a little nap. Wake me up when you're ready for fun." And his eyes closed.
Lithaladhwen: Shiranai. You know me better than that, and you've only known me a day.
Lithaladhwen: *taps his nose lightly with one finger*
Lithaladhwen: If I have to keep you awake myself I will.
DeathRaySpleen: If they're women, okay.
Lithaladhwen: *no answer for Ake...just a wink*
DeathRaySpleen: I don't want to have sex with a man, no matter how much fun you have with it.
violent teaparty: With eyes still closed, he smiled and his nose wrinkled. "You may, I'm feeling a little peakish."
Lithaladhwen: Oh you poor thing. Well, why don't I walk you back to my room and you can lie down for a while. Chance to... relax after a long day.
violent teaparty: "Yeah..." His voice was small and delicate like a tired little girl. "I had to run all night last night from some guardian monsters after stealing their treasure...didn't expect them to have displacer weapons..."
Lithaladhwen: Aw. Well, that's just terrible. Why don't you come with me and I'll take good care of you. *offers him a hand*
violent teaparty: He stood up, stretching and yawning looking to her for a shoulder to fall against. He then took her hand.
violent teaparty has left the room.
DeathRaySpleen: Quinn, you're coming to the tournament, aren't you?
Lithaladhwen: Of course. I'll be there.
DeathRaySpleen: All right. Maybe we can go out for a drink afterwards.
DeathRaySpleen: I'll see you around.
Lithaladhwen: Maybe we can. Seeya!
Lithaladhwen: *waves and heads out with Shiranai*
DeathRaySpleen: *waves back*
DeathRaySpleen: *mumbles* Tease.
Lithaladhwen: (Hey, now. Quinn is many things, but she's no tease.)
DeathRaySpleen: (:D)
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake gets up, stretches* IM: OOOOOH, backache, need to get a
DeathRaySpleen: *massage before the tournament.
T3chn0Namagomi has left the room.
A Rockin SN has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: </RP?>
DeathRaySpleen: </RP.>
Lithaladhwen: *logs*
Lithaladhwen: *relogs and will probably log more before the night is out*
DeathRaySpleen has left the room.
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Der DWSage: (Sorry folks. Got disconnected again. Just say Bill got scared shitless by Shir.)
Lithaladhwen: (I see! Poor Bill.)
Lithaladhwen: (Kelne was looking for you.)
Der DWSage: (Aye, messaged 'im.)
Der DWSage: (Anyway. Still in the bar?)
Lithaladhwen: (RP over, dude.)
Der DWSage: (Oh. Well, fuck a pig. :{ )
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