You have just entered room "spiritsarealwayswithyou."
FFFan80 has entered the room.
GC130A has entered the room.
OMG Priam has entered the room.
GC130A: (BWA HA HA HA HA!)
OMG Priam: (Silly spirits. They need to learn to leave me the hell alone when I'm in the restroom)
Lithaladhwen: (GC is correct.)
Lithaladhwen: (BWAHAHAHAHA)
Arch mage144 has entered the room.
TaiarKino has entered the room.
FFFan80: (Could've been dmeons instead =[)
FFFan80: (*demons even)
OMG Priam: (I must be missing something)
Lithaladhwen: (It's a reference to BLEACH, an anime to which I have recently become addicted.)
Syra Zemyla has entered the room.
Arch mage144: (Nothing important.)
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm.)
OMG Priam: (Ah.)
Syra Zemyla: (In other news, I now have a PDF of the PHB II if anyone wants it.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay, so how many lurkers do we have tonight?)
FFFan80: (And one potentially broken class =[)
TaiarKino: (Aw...I missed a Bleach ref? Darn...)
Syra Zemyla: (I can play, but only for an hour and a half.)
Arch mage144: (I'll be here at least as long as you will.)
FFFan80: ( I may pop in, but, I'm crafting for someone in game and time's a bit of the eseense for it >_>; )
Lithaladhwen: (Dave: I'm drawing something for you. ^_^ )
FFFan80: ( =O )
Lithaladhwen: (Okay, so Priam and I want to RP. Brian is here largely because I am and he's a nice guy. GC and Dave will likely be lurking. Others?)
FFFan80: ( Rp's need to stop happening after I agree to long and involved things for people v_v )
Lithaladhwen: (Aw. Well, this is mainly a function of Brian's brother being online all night until about now.)
Syra Zemyla: (I want to RP.)
OMG Priam: (Beep beep)
FFFan80: (It's ok =P )
TaiarKino: (I will...See what the setting is before deciding. <.<...)
FFFan80: (...or will you?)
FFFan80: (>.> )
TaiarKino: (...<.<...Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll decide now! Bwahahahahaha!)
Lithaladhwen: (Well...no one's requested anything. What are you interested in?)
Lithaladhwen: (BWA HA HA HA HA)
FFFan80: (....)
TaiarKino: (*Crosses Arms over his chest* BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA.)
FFFan80: (...Mwe he he he?)
Lithaladhwen: (*makes silly drawings to illustrate why you need to request a setting*)
FFFan80: (*suggest the totally random barnyard, since he's lurking*)
TaiarKino: (I have no particular inclination towards setting. o.o...)
Lithaladhwen: (Well....how were you going to decide, then?)
FFFan80: (here's something I don't see asked a lot)
OMG Priam: (Dice are a good idea.)
FFFan80: (that could indirectly help with a setting)
Besyanteo has entered the room.
TaiarKino: (See what the other people decide, and then decide what I want to do. <.<...)
Besyanteo: (Started yet?)
FFFan80: (What type of Rp are you interested in)
OMG Priam: (nope!)
FFFan80: (interacting/plotty/kitties)
FFFan80: (trying out a random character who may one day rule all of nekonia)
Besyanteo: (Mmm.)
OMG Priam: (I wouldn't mind Gaera, considering Milo and Kurt are fun as hell)
Besyanteo: (I could go for just about anything)
Besyanteo: (So long as it doesn't involve a park too exclusively.)
Lithaladhwen: (I like Milo and Kurt. Tassi's been offworld for a while. Maybe she could say hi. :o )
OMG Priam: (That sounds like a sufficient plot hook!)
OMG Priam: <Milo>
OMG Priam: <Kurt>
OMG Priam: <Tasty, tasty bacon>
Besyanteo: (I'm trying to think who knows Tassi. I know I'm not familiar with Milo or Kurt...)
Lithaladhwen: <Tassi>
Lithaladhwen: (Besyanteo knows her, if only briefly. They met once while Jazz was being crazy, Hakaril was conjuring fish by accident, and Midoku was having issues with PTSD.)
FFFan80: (...PTSD?)
Syra Zemyla: (Hey, I know who to play if you're playing Milo and Kurt!)
OMG Priam: (Post traumatic stress disorder)
FFFan80: (Ah)
Besyanteo: (I can work with that.)
Syra Zemyla: (I can't find the former text color, but...)
Syra Zemyla: (Dahlia Mercure!)
Lithaladhwen: (Zem, that's really hard to read.)
Besyanteo: (Suggestions for a location?)
OMG Priam: (How we wanna set this up? K&M are probably going to be working on their HQ, polishing and whathaveyou after the fire)
Besyanteo: (Where is their HQ located?)
OMG Priam: (Just outside Doma's walls)
OMG Priam: (By like two miles or something)
Lithaladhwen: (Dunno. I can be just about anywhere. Tassi works at a temple, so she can be there doing lots of things, or she could be hanging around.)
Syra Zemyla: (There.)
Syra Zemyla: (This better?)
OMG Priam: (Yes.)
Lithaladhwen: (Much more so. This will be a very blue RP.)
Besyanteo: (In Besyanteo's case, this is an example of why it might be a good idea to stop drinking so heavily.)
Syra Zemyla: (Dahlia would probably be there too.)
OMG Priam: (Restaurant is a feasible location to meet.)
Syra Zemyla: (True.)
OMG Priam: (Also, remind me about Dahlia in general, it's been a while.)
Syra Zemyla: (Dahlia is from an alternate Earth, and is a telekinetic with some telepathy. She decided to work for Kurt and Milo to help them with their perambulators.)
Besyanteo: (Hnn. Any preference for restaurant or HQ Priam? It seems like anyone whose speaking up can do either.)
OMG Priam: (I'ma say restaurant. They could use a break from working.)
Besyanteo: *nod*
Besyanteo: (... blah, whoops.)
Besyanteo: (Anyway~!)
OMG Priam: *the pair enters, looking a little haggard*
Lithaladhwen: *is sitting at a table near the door*
OMG Priam: *Milo is wearing his traditional oily apron, now with bonus scorchmarks!*
Lithaladhwen: (Anyone need a visual for Tassi?)
Besyanteo: (Just looked up her portrait)
Lithaladhwen: (For ease in reading, I change font a little.)
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. Was she the one you were playing during the disease miniplot?)
OMG Priam: *Kurt is also wearing a smith's apron, though, and in much less regal garb than usual otherwise as well.*
Besyanteo: ( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27094138/ )
Lithaladhwen: (Zem: No.)
Lithaladhwen: (Bes: She also has an article on the wiki.)
Besyanteo: (Mmm.)
OMG Priam: (Tassi, as in Tassi and Pele, yes? I suck with names =( )
Lithaladhwen: (Yes, Priam.)
OMG Priam: (Excellent.)
OMG Priam: *looks around for an open table, and spies the aforementioned Tassi!*
OMG Priam: Well, there's a familiar face.
Lithaladhwen: *waves*
OMG Priam: *wipes some sweat off his brow, spreading a little of some greaselike substance on his forehead*
Syra Zemyla: *Last but not least is Dahlia Mercure. While her outfit resembles a mechanic's, and is kind of oily, at least it isn't scorched.*
OMG Priam: Ooh, Tasseh! 'Ow're ye?
Lithaladhwen: *Baronian accent ahoy!* Oh, I'm all right. It's good to see the two of you again. What have you been up to while I was away?
OMG Priam: Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. Broken bones, house fires, you know how it is.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs* Are you trying to make me regret leaving you two to your own devices?
Syra Zemyla: Don't worry. I'm watching them to make sure they don't do anything too rash.
Syra Zemyla: *sits at the table*
Lithaladhwen: Someone should. *offers a hand* Tassi Wells.
Syra Zemyla: Dahlia Mercure. *takes hand*
OMG Priam: Oy, naoe's a face ah 'adn't seen in a grep!
Lithaladhwen: IM: *lengthy translation process*
Besyanteo: (*kicks XM. Hard.*)
OMG Priam: Quite. These seats taken?
Lithaladhwen: Of course not. Have a seat, please.
Syra Zemyla: So, tell me. How do you know these two? *smiles*
OMG Priam: Y'doan'v'te tell me tweice!
OMG Priam: *makes his way, somewhat eagerly, to a seat, and plops down heavily*
OMG Priam: *In a process that could be better described as 'agonizing,' he sits politely despite being obviously quite sore.*
Lithaladhwen: Well, I met Milo when I first got into town, and I stayed with them for a while in exchange for patching them up when things went awry. They were gracious enough to lodge a healer and her badger for a while.
Besyanteo: (Mmm. Bad as this might sound, I don't feel like breaking in on this.)
OMG Priam: (Sorry =( )
Besyanteo: (Not your fault.)
Besyanteo: (Honestly, I just don't like to play this character for whatever reason. I've redesigned him about 5 times now.)
FFFan80: (That he has)
Lithaladhwen: Eventually I left and have been offworld for the last few months. I'd welcome an opportunity to catch up with everyone again.
Besyanteo: (Dave's had to sit through some of the worse ones, yeah.)
OMG Priam: ...Offworld?
FFFan80: (I can also semi-relate =D; )
Lithaladhwen: *nod* Silvar requested my assistance with some problems on another plane.
Syra Zemyla: You know how to get to other worlds?
OMG Priam: My, my! General Silvar requested *your* assistance?
Lithaladhwen: Well, Hakaril does.
OMG Priam: That is quite an honor.
Syra Zemyla: (Note that she is speaking Common with an American accent.)
Arch mage144: *a guy I don't feel like describing enters the eatery, he's mostly notable because he's dressed in purple and has big wings and long black hair*
Arch mage144: <Darin Prentiss>
Lithaladhwen: And why shouldn't he? I'm a better healer than he is, and he went ahead and made the trip himself.
Besyanteo: (Brian saves the day!)
Lithaladhwen: *notes Darin and waves*
Besyanteo: (And now, making myself useful~ )
OMG Priam: This is a good point, but it is not every day that one receives an inviation, let alone a request, from General Silva.r
OMG Priam: *Silvar.
Besyanteo: *There's a man! In an apron! He's approaching the table, with menus, and seems to be faking enthusiasm poorly!*
Lithaladhwen: Darin, come sit down. Kurt, Milo, have you met Darin? Dahlia this is Darin Prentiss.
OMG Priam: o_o
Besyanteo: *He also sets out their silverware stuffs, and napkins*
Lithaladhwen: (*la la la introductions yay*)
Arch mage144: *waves shyly at Tassi and moves over to sit down with the group*
OMG Priam: No, I do not believe we have met. *stands, with much effort, and extends a hand to shake.*
Arch mage144: No...no, I don't think we've met...
OMG Priam: Kurt Eldridge, formerly of Ydrvan.
Syra Zemyla: Good day.
Besyanteo: *he pulls out a notepad, and a charcoal stick!*
Besyanteo: Hi, I'm Shaun and I'll be your waiter today. Can I get yoou folks some drinks?
Arch mage144: I...would just like...some tea, please...
Besyanteo: *jots!*
Arch mage144: My name is...Darin Prentiss. *nods*
Syra Zemyla: Fruit juice, please.
Besyanteo: *scribble!*
Besyanteo: *looks to Tassi next*
OMG Priam: *kind of holds out his hand a little longer. Maybe Darin didn't see it.*
Lithaladhwen: I'll have some tea as well.
OMG Priam: Aye.
Besyanteo: *write!*
Arch mage144: *shake*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Bit early for liquor, so we'll wait on that.
OMG Priam: And this, *points* is Milo D'asperge, my comrade in arms, as it were.
Besyanteo: *and then he looks to Kurt and Milo*
OMG Priam: Ah, tea as well. Also, some milk, if you have it.
Besyanteo: *doublejot!*
Besyanteo: (Was that all of them?)
OMG Priam: Mm, ah'll 've s'm wiskie.
Lithaladhwen: And anyway Kurt, I'm not certain why it's so uncommon to be in contact with Hakaril. I've found him to be damned-near omnipresent in this city.
Besyanteo: *scribblaga!*
OMG Priam: Nothen too stroeng, jes 'nf t' lews'n up.
Besyanteo: I'll be right back with those... *off he goes*
Arch mage144: General Silvar? He...tends to be very...present, yes.
Arch mage144: Pleased...to meet you, Kurt...and Milo.
OMG Priam: Is that so? I've only had the chance to meet with him once, although it was a very eventful meeting.
Besyanteo: (Hak: Not for long! *teleports out*)
OMG Priam: *turns back to him* The feeling is mutual.
Arch mage144: General Silvar...was my roommate at Gunnir. We...I...know him fairly well.
OMG Priam: Quite an eccentric man; all the stories are true, and then some, it would seem. But nonetheless quite able. Very able, in fact.
OMG Priam: im: And charitable to boot.
Lithaladhwen: Those... are fair descriptions. I think I get on better with him now that I've spent more time with him. I still think he's half-mad, but he's a good man.
Arch mage144: *shrugs a little*
OMG Priam: *nods, conclusively*
Syra Zemyla: (Dahlia: All the stories are true? Even the ones written by that Ms. Marianne Sue lady?)
Besyanteo: *Hey, it's that guy again! But now he has a drink tray. And stuff is passed around.*
Besyanteo: *Seeing as the menus are still in their original positions, he'll go ahead and bugger off for now*
OMG Priam: *sits back down*
Arch mage144: *takes his tea and sips*
OMG Priam: *drinks at his milk!*
OMG Priam: *and begins work on his beverage as well.*
Arch mage144: *the door to the restaurant opens, and there is the sound of a triumphant fanfare*
OMG Priam: So how was it, 'offworld?'
Lithaladhwen: (Oh hell.)
OMG Priam: ....
Arch mage144: Aha! It worked!
Besyanteo: (?)
Besyanteo: (...)
Syra Zemyla: *The fanfare causes her to spray fruit juice from her nose*
Lithaladhwen: It was...oh.
Syra Zemyla: *coughs* What was that?
OMG Priam: Case in point, it seems.
Lithaladhwen: Absolutely, Kurt.
OMG Priam: General. *bows his head a little, briefly.*
Arch mage144: *walks over to the table* Hello!
Arch mage144: Man, I think I've just invented the best cantrip in the entire world.
Lithaladhwen: Was that it just then?
Syra Zemyla: Depends on which side you're on. e_e
FFFan80: (...dear God)
Arch mage144: No, no, earlier.
Besyanteo: *And... There's a waiter again! Where did he come from? Well, he's next to Hak now.*
Besyanteo: Can I get you a drink, sir?
Arch mage144: Nah, I'm fine, thanks.
OMG Priam: *watching Darin's wings expectantly*
Besyanteo: *he just nods, and heads off again*
Lithaladhwen: (...)
Arch mage144: Wings: *are trying to avoid being in anyone else's way*
Syra Zemyla: Anyways, what was the fanfare for?
Lithaladhwen: For Hakaril, I presume. Is there an occasion, or were you simply feeling ...dramatic today?
Besyanteo: (Hak: Well, I just one a random encounter.)
Besyanteo: (Hak: It keepsp laying until I loot the corpse. Then it turns off, for some reason.)
Arch mage144: *removes a necklace he's wearing at present; it's made of silver and very shiny*
Besyanteo: (... won* dammit.)
Arch mage144: If you're wearing this and you open a door, it produces a triumphant fanfare!
Arch mage144: ...actually, it can also produce a triumphant fanfare on cue if you really want it to.
Lithaladhwen: ...Fabulous.¬_¬
Lithaladhwen: And where did you find this?
Arch mage144: *fanfare!*
Arch mage144: Find!? I made it!
Arch mage144: *fanfare!*
Besyanteo: *People are staring! Of course, people ahve been staring.*
Besyanteo: *So whatever.*
Lithaladhwen: I should have known. Well. Good work. You've certainly created something...interesting for the benefit of us all, Hakaril.
OMG Priam: ....
Arch mage144: Um...Hakaril...isn't that kind of...loud?
Syra Zemyla: I think you should put some kind of tracker on it, then drop it somewhere, and later, find out who has it and what they're using it for.
OMG Priam: You know, that could be put to good use if implemented with a different scheme.
Besyanteo: (...)
Arch mage144: ...yeah, I guess, at least, right now. *puts it in his pocket* Everyone always knows I'm here.
Besyanteo: (<___<)
FFFan80: (...?)
Arch mage144: Er. Already.
Arch mage144: Yeah. That's what I meant.
OMG Priam: No, the former was correct.
Besyanteo: (Will: *abou to climax* *fanafare* Will: ... GOD DAMMIT! >_< Amana: Hehehehehe)
FFFan80: (*poke*)
Lithaladhwen: (Bes: What the fuck?)
OMG Priam: Your presence is unmistakeable, General.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks*
Besyanteo: (Ashley: Random, pointless sexual joke that's not terribly funny. I haven't done one in months.)
OMG Priam: (Quota get!)
Besyanteo: (I need one every so often. :o)
Lithaladhwen: (I see. Was it good for you?)
Besyanteo: (What he said)
Besyanteo: (*smokes*)
Arch mage144: Ah, well, I try.
Syra Zemyla: So you are the famous General Silvar? I don't believe we've met.
Arch mage144: ...you succeed, Hakaril...
OMG Priam: Your efforts do not go ounnoticed.
OMG Priam: *unnoticed
Lithaladhwen: IM: The famous General Hakaril Silvar etcetera etcetera Slayer of Tiamat.
Arch mage144: Appreciated.
Arch mage144: So, Tassi, what have you been up to now that you aren't busy saving the world?
Lithaladhwen: Oh, same. Putting my hands in people and fixing them until they come back and I have to do it all over again.
Lithaladhwen: Some of them are remarkably uncooperative, but they generally quiet down eventually.
Arch mage144: You make that sound like the most fun thing ever.
Arch mage144: *sweatdrop*
Lithaladhwen: You have no idea. A perpetual whirligig of fun.
OMG Priam: I would imagine.
OMG Priam: Though it is surprising to hear that some people object to treatment.
Lithaladhwen: e_e Oh, heavens yes.
Syra Zemyla: Some people do back where I come from, too.
Lithaladhwen: *high whiny voice* Oh, please I'm afraid of knives! Oh, this potion tastes terrible!"
Arch mage144: That...that's awful. o_o
Arch mage144: And...very confusing.
Lithaladhwen: At least when I'm with military groups I can just order them to sit and submit to treatment.
Arch mage144: I...suppose that might be helpful in...certain situations.
OMG Priam: That is something I had not considered.
Lithaladhwen: They're used to obeying stern and controlling people. *nodnod*
Arch mage144: *nods*
Lithaladhwen: Someday I'll have an actual rank and can threaten them with a court-martial if they don't sit still and drink the awful-tasting potion or whatever's got them in a fit of disobedient pique.
OMG Priam: Ah, but that still leaves the civilians, though.
Arch mage144: *laughs*
Arch mage144: What's this? You want an actual military rank?
T3chn0Namagomi has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: I don't think so. If I were part of the military that would mean I answered to you, wouldn't it, Hakaril? *playful smirk* I don't know that I'm interested in being under your jurisdiction.
Arch mage144: Hmm. Yes, yes, it would. *grins*
Arch mage144: Perhaps you should be careful what you wish for.
Lithaladhwen: I honestly don't think I'm ready for that. I don't listen well. I'd be a very aggravating subordinate.
Arch mage144: Do you think I don't understand that sort of thing? *smirk*
Syra Zemyla: Just wait until boot camp.
Arch mage144: *facepalms*
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
OMG Priam: *chuckles!*
OMG Priam: *look of disbelief and confusion*
Arch mage144: In any event, I assure you, I'd be more than willing to "recruit" and promote you, as it were, for your work on Regulus.
Arch mage144: But then, you'd be forced to deal with having me be your real boss.
Lithaladhwen: I-- I appreciate the sentiment, Hakaril. But I think that if I were working under you and legally obligated not to sass you a bit... I'd probably either go mad or expire on the spot.
PapatymisonN has entered the room.
Arch mage144: *laughing*
T3chn0Namagomi: *And a certain blue-haired mercenary walks into the restaurant--basically, sitting down and ordering nothing but sake. Go figure*
Arch mage144: Yes, I'm a real taskmaster. Any insubordination means death.
Besyanteo: *Kamos gets Sake. Hurray, Sake*
Besyanteo: *The people at the large table get refills or don't at their request. This would also be a good oppourtunity to grab lunch entrees*
PapatymisonN: (This place serve sushi?)
Lithaladhwen: *covers her face and laughs* I don't know how I made it through the past few months, then. Or Ode, even.
Besyanteo: (It servers Sake. Why not?)
Lithaladhwen: I don't think she liked you very much, my friend.
Arch mage144: Yeah, how'd you handle all those pineapples?
Besyanteo: (We'll call it Café Contrivance.)
Arch mage144: Oh, she'll come around. I intend to keep in touch. Maybe send her a present.
Lithaladhwen: I'm not sure where she went after we got back. If you track her down, let me know where she is. I fully intend to pester her a bit as well.
PapatymisonN: *Daenj'r Tymisonn his on his tenth piece of tuna sushi, down at the end of the bar*
Lithaladhwen: (This RP has a really nice color scheme.)
Besyanteo: (Green blue and purple)
Besyanteo: (All the cool colors. :o)
Arch mage144: I don't know how easy it'll be to find her. Running into her in the first place was really pretty improbable.
Besyanteo: (Oh, and Brown)
FFFan80: (Rebels!)
Arch mage144: *motions to the server* Give me the spicy-style chocobo chunks.
Besyanteo: (AHG)
Syra Zemyla: *to the server* What's today's special?
Besyanteo: (*writhes*)
Lithaladhwen: (Dave. *pokes you in the eye*)
Lithaladhwen: (Now you know how we feel.)
Besyanteo: *jots down Hak's order* Today's special is the roast duck with Chuushiman spices.
Syra Zemyla: Hmm. I'll have two.
Besyanteo: ...
T3chn0Namagomi: >_> Oh, so you're here. *to Hakaril, of course*
Besyanteo: *jots it down*
Besyanteo: Anythign else? *looks about the table*
Arch mage144: Yes, of course I'm here, in a public restaurant!
Arch mage144: Well, open to the public.
Arch mage144: How shocking!
Lithaladhwen: *notices Daenj'r*
T3chn0Namagomi: 9_9
PapatymisonN: *munch munch yummmmm...*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Isn't that Jazz's husband? I believe I remember him.
Besyanteo: *Yup, everyone's still staring. This will make for juicy gossip later*
Lithaladhwen: If you will all excuse me, I'll be right back.
Besyanteo: *And, if there's no more orders, he'll disappear again. To get spicey chocobo chunks, and two roast duck platters*
Lithaladhwen: *approaches Dae* Hello. I believe we've met at least once, have we not?
PapatymisonN: o.o Oh, um... dang, what was your name...
T3chn0Namagomi: *drinking sake, of course* So, any new developments regarding that mana issue or whatnot?
PapatymisonN: Tallie? e_e
Lithaladhwen: Tassi Wells.
PapatymisonN: THAT'S right, sorry...
OMG Priam: *enjoying the beverages, and generally people-watching*
Arch mage144: What? Are you referring to the Regulus crisis?
T3chn0Namagomi: Er, yeah. That bit.
OMG Priam: *still waiting for someone to run catastrophically into those wings*
PapatymisonN: How are you?
Besyanteo: (Priam tempts me.)
Arch mage144: It's been resolved. She helped. *points to Tassi*
Lithaladhwen: I'm well. I've been away for a while, so it's good to see everyone around again. How's Jazz?
Lithaladhwen: *is pointed at*
T3chn0Namagomi: Hm.
Arch mage144: Hm?
T3chn0Namagomi: Pity that I couldn't get revenge for that...lobster-thing...whatever it was. *smirk*
OMG Priam: *sets down his drink, it's empty. What a coincidence!*
Arch mage144: That thing was gross.
Syra Zemyla: o_o
OMG Priam: Ogh, sc'yuze me. Ah'm oaf, go' te keep op an' woerk whaile th' buzz c'n 'elp me mussels!
OMG Priam: *stands*
OMG Priam: All right. I'll be not far behind you.
Lithaladhwen: *turns* Oh, are you two leaving?
OMG Priam: Moch weirk t' be dun, aye.
Syra Zemyla: Okay, I'll be back later.
T3chn0Namagomi: Eh. I've dealt with worse, but at least it didn't try to eat you. *chuckles a bit*
Lithaladhwen: *a little disappointed* Oh, well. Maybe I'll stop by at some point. Would that be all right?
Arch mage144: IM: What the hell is that man saying?
Lithaladhwen: Haven't been back since I moved out.
OMG Priam: Oh, absolutely. You're welcome there anytime, though it's in a bit of disrepair at the moment.
Lithaladhwen: What happened? Something go wrong with the sheep?
Syra Zemyla: *m* That's an understatement.
OMG Priam: 'No'er teime, gents.
OMG Priam: *tips a nonextant hat, and exits*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: That accent is too damn thick for me to understand anything he's SAYING
OMG Priam: You could say that.
Lithaladhwen: *waves to Milo*
Syra Zemyla: Have fun!
Lithaladhwen: (Ach. Milo 'ears ye. Milo doesn' care.)
OMG Priam: (Milo is awesome because I can modulate the thickness of the accent based on the audience's familiarity)
Besyanteo: *And, before long, the waiter returns! With Spicey Chocobo chunks, which is a reasonable plate of food with some nice sides,*
Besyanteo: *And two huge platters of roast duck. Hope that person's got a good appetite*
Syra Zemyla: *She does.*
Lithaladhwen: (Milo is lots of awesome.)
Arch mage144: *sits down next to Darin and begins to inhale food*
PapatymisonN: Oh, yeah, she's ... she's great, actually.
PapatymisonN: ^_^
OMG Priam: Let's just say there was a misplaced spark in the workshop while we were extracting.
Arch mage144: ...is it good, Hakaril?
Arch mage144: Absolutely!
Lithaladhwen: *nods to Kurt*
OMG Priam: It took an elemental and three or four water mages to even put a dent into the thing. I had to banish half of them before the blaze died down even a little.
Lithaladhwen: *to Dae* That's good to hear. I was hoping to touch base with her at some point, but I don't know when she's generally available. I suppose I'll catch her eventually.
Lithaladhwen: Listen, why don't you come sit with us?
OMG Priam: Here, you can have my seat.
PapatymisonN: Oh... yeah, alright. *picks up his plate*
T3chn0Namagomi: *just drinks sake...as another person--the one mage from that show--walks in, reading a book and hoping she can find somewhere to..well, figure something out. XP*
OMG Priam: *stands, with some effort*
OMG Priam: *throws down money for the tab* It's been a pleasure, Tassi.
Besyanteo: *There's several open tables, There's that one with all the people,*
Syra Zemyla: *and she is eating. In quantity.*
Besyanteo: *And of course, there's the guy with the blue hair and the sake, by himself*
Lithaladhwen: Always. I'll be by at some point.
OMG Priam: I look forward to it. Until then. *little bow.*
OMG Priam: General Silvar, it has been a most interesting time, as always.
OMG Priam: *slightly deeper bow.*
Arch mage144: *nods back, mouth filled with poultry*
OMG Priam: Same for you, Dahlia. Goodbye, all.
PapatymisonN: *goes over and sits with the group* Yo.
Syra Zemyla: 'Bye!
OMG Priam: *exits!*
T3chn0Namagomi: *She heads to one of the open tables, head still stuck in a book--looks like it's got something to do with magic, anyway*
Lithaladhwen: Hakaril, isn't that Adrienne?
Lithaladhwen: She seems uncharacteristically productive today.
Arch mage144: What?
Arch mage144: Oh, that girl...
Arch mage144: Yeah, she's apparently reading.
Arch mage144: How is that uncharacteristic?
Besyanteo: (Mmm. Think I'mma play games. Have fun people)
Syra Zemyla: (Crap. I have to go soon, too.)
PapatymisonN: (tah.)
Syra Zemyla: Hmm. Actually, I should get back. I'll just take these with me.
Syra Zemyla: It's been good meeting you all.
Lithaladhwen: You seem to have given her some incentive to....do something. Every time I see her she seems to be causing trouble. It's good to know that she's interested in your offer.
Lithaladhwen: (Seeya folks.)
Syra Zemyla: *requests doggie bags, stores the duck, and leaves!*
Syra Zemyla: </Dahlia>
Arch mage144: (You should store the duck inside a chicken)
T3chn0Namagomi: (turducken?)
Arch mage144: Ah. Well, some people are less averse to being under my command, apparently.
Lithaladhwen: (Dalia=Stores The Duck.)
Syra Zemyla has left the room.
DarkLordKelne has entered the room.
Arch mage144: *smirks a little*
T3chn0Namagomi: ANYTHING to get the hell out of that school, General.
T3chn0Namagomi: It's too annoyingly old-fashioned. And they skirt around the combat-applicable stuff when possible.
Arch mage144: It's obviously not a school intended to raise warriors.
Lithaladhwen: That's true. I think even I'm a little militant for their tastes
Arch mage144: You?
T3chn0Namagomi: Yeah. I picked up what I know on my own. None of that bullshit about summoning rabbits or whatever. The only reason I was picked for that part was because they ran out of other things for that show.
PapatymisonN: *pops head up* What are we talking about? o.o
Besyanteo has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: Yes, me. Honestly. You think I do nothing else with my time but heal scraped knees all day?
Lithaladhwen: That's only half my job.
Arch mage144: I'm well-aware that you're...uh...well...pretty militant. I suppose.
Arch mage144: *smirks*
Arch mage144: But Miss Tassi, you're still...a very nice person...
Lithaladhwen: *smiles* I'm glad you think so, Darin. I try not to let the more... occasionally violent aspects of my work bleed through into the rest of my life.
Lithaladhwen: After all, most people have no reason to worry about me.
Arch mage144: *nods* I...always...thought that was the case...
Arch mage144: Yeah, unless you've joined the walking dead, Tassi's not going to do anything to hurt you.
Arch mage144: Am I right?
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: I've got to think of SOMETHING by tomorrow...
Lithaladhwen: No, you are. I tend to... have very short acquaintances with anything undead. *brief glance in Dae's direction* Though recently I've found myself making an exception or two.
DarkLordKelne: (Though if she catches you before your morning cup of coffee...)
OMG Priam has left the room.
PapatymisonN: *smirks*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Part of it's written, but then part of it's "practical"...and on top of that, he's probably seen a lot. I'd have to think of something new...
PapatymisonN: (... yeah, she's never meeting Goren. I don't think he'd live up to her standards...)
Arch mage144: I'm assuming you mean Jazz.
Lithaladhwen: (She can meet him. I just don't think their conversation would be a long one.)
Lithaladhwen: Yes, Hakaril.
T3chn0Namagomi: (Is Goren the zombie?)
PapatymisonN: (Yeah.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (It'd be neither long nor pleasant.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah. Tassi is really only good for two things. Healing the living and destroying undead.)
Lithaladhwen: (And being cheeky on occasion.)
PapatymisonN: (Yeah. He has to live long enough for him to actually become a viable PC.)
Lithaladhwen: I was alluding to Jazz.
Lithaladhwen: She is... notable in this case.
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Now...hm...no, wait, he's probably seen a neutralization cascade...elemental synergization as well. Damnit, DAMNIT. How're you supposed to impress someone who's probably seen more than you've READ about?
Arch mage144: Proof that there's an exception to everything.
PapatymisonN: Indeed. Isn't she grand?
T3chn0Namagomi: *FWUMPS her head down in the book*
Lithaladhwen: She... something like that. At the very least, she deserves better treatment than I give most undead on sight.
T3chn0Namagomi: *Groans, as well*
Arch mage144: I've known her for a fairly long time. I can't say I have any problems with her.
Lithaladhwen: I've actually modified a couple of healing spells so that I can work with her without killing her.
Arch mage144: Oh, shadow-type healing?
Lithaladhwen: *nod* I've not had much use for it previously. But... I saw no reason why I shouldn't experiment with the foul powers of unlife just a little.
Arch mage144: The "foul powers of the unlife?" *laughing*
Lithaladhwen: *smirk* You laugh, but I've heard that phrase used in total seriousness by clerics.
Arch mage144: An amusing way to look at it.
PapatymisonN: *snickering himself*
Lithaladhwen: Foul. Evil and foul powers of unlife.
PapatymisonN: Foul, yeah? Evil? Not necessarily...
PapatymisonN: Ever been to Castle Hyral?
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Gaah. He seems to have more interest in the "outside" elements--goodbye entrance...x_x
Lithaladhwen: I've not been there, no.
PapatymisonN: Just... filled with crazy-ass ghosts. But NICE ones.
T3chn0Namagomi: >_> I'll have to disagree with the "foul" part. The only things foul about "unlife"...assuming you talk about necromancy...
T3chn0Namagomi: The smell, and the fact that you can never find a damn shotgun nearby when it'd be most appreciated.
PapatymisonN: ... shot... gun?
PapatymisonN: One of those Valthi things?
Lithaladhwen: Ghosts? I see. I don't worry so much about ghosts. Most seem relatively harmless, and the ones that aren't...I still don't worry about for long. *cracks her wrist*
T3chn0Namagomi: Yeah. Large-caliber weapon. Fires shells containing large quantities of smaller shot, or single slugs.
Arch mage144: Sounds pointless.
Arch mage144: Why not flick my wrist and disintegrate matter?
Lithaladhwen: Sounds like a pain in the ass for me when whoever gets shot wants to be fixed.
Lithaladhwen: Have to pull out all those tiny little bits of nonsense.
T3chn0Namagomi: That lobster-thing wasn't enough evidence?
T3chn0Namagomi: Not everything can be solved by magic.
Lithaladhwen: Disintegration is apparently much more useful than you'd think.
T3chn0Namagomi: Some things are just too damn resistant.
Lithaladhwen: Hakaril disintegrated some interesting things not long ago.
Lithaladhwen: IM: There. He owes me. Now he can talk about himself.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I don't feel like telling the story.
PapatymisonN: ... IM: Oh here we go...
PapatymisonN: I... gotta go to the bathroom. Be right back.
PapatymisonN: *heads off*
PapatymisonN: (BRB.)
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Greeeat. I have to listen to him boast and ramble.
Lithaladhwen: (I love how we all look forward to things our characters hate.)
T3chn0Namagomi: *takes a huge gulp out of the bottle*
Arch mage144: Ah, yes!
Arch mage144: ...I honestly didn't expect it to work.
T3chn0Namagomi: *done being "dead" for the time being, Adrienne seems to flip through pages of the book rather quickly, with an expression on her face between desperate and really fucking frustrated*
Arch mage144: We were on Regulus, you see, and things were going rather poorly...we were fighting back the demonic hordes of Desiron on the open field, and the sky tore itself open before us!
Arch mage144: Suddenly, it all became clear! Melchoir, our dragon companion, had mentioned a prophecy about a "worldgorger dragon" that would come forth from the bowels of hell to devour the entire world! It was the end of days!
T3chn0Namagomi: *yawns* Demons and a world-eating thing...
Arch mage144: That was when I realized that the god we were chasing was in fact a relocated and hibernating Tiamat, demigod dragon of chaos and evil, who apparently fled our plane for another after losing his battle with Bahamut ages ago.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...*sweatdrop* Since when the fuck was evil a tangible thing?
Lithaladhwen: *gives the "what he said" pointing gesture toward Hakaril*
DarkLordKelne has left the room.
Arch mage144: Never, really, but a creature can certainly mainfest itself as a representative of "evil."
T3chn0Namagomi: Evil's subjective
Arch mage144: If I walked in here and proclaimed myself the destroyer of all life, would you have a problem with that?
Lithaladhwen: Engines of mindless destruction bent on the end of all life could, for simplicity's sake...be called evil.
T3chn0Namagomi: I would consider you a pompous ass. *snickers*
T3chn0Namagomi: Seriously. I've dealt with gods-know-how-many fucking things that claim they're going to destroy this or kill that or be something impressive. But then die.
Arch mage144: Well, obviously.
Arch mage144: Just because something proclaims itself the emissary of darkness doesn't mean no one can kill it.
Lithaladhwen: It also doesn't mean I can't keep it in my pocket for a few months. *smirk*
T3chn0Namagomi: Yeah, but it usually loses flavor after the fifth emissary of darkness or whatever.
Lithaladhwen: I think that was the best part of that mission.
Lithaladhwen: Keeping that reaper and threatening him every few days.
Arch mage144: Ah, yes. I'm using him to weight down some very important papers.
PapatymisonN: *returns* Back. Hak done his story?
Lithaladhwen: Good. Make him useful.
Lithaladhwen: *to Dae* More or less.
PapatymisonN: Good. Didn't need to leave again...
T3chn0Namagomi: As in...okay. They say they're going to totally annihilate the place, or whatever. Is this SOMEHOW supposed to impress or scare me?
Lithaladhwen: Well. *mildly condescending maternal tone* I think you'd have to have been there, dear.
Lithaladhwen: I don't know how enthusiastic you would have been about either the tarrasque or Tiamat.
Arch mage144: Heh.
Arch mage144: Both of them were pretty terrifying in their own right
T3chn0Namagomi: If they were big, I would've at LEAST wanted a bigger gun, anyway.
T3chn0Namagomi: I swear, I've been running into more and more things that JUST a rifle won't cut it against. Like that lobster thing.
Lithaladhwen: IM: *image of Kamos in one of the Electerian battlemechs*
Lithaladhwen: *shudder*
PapatymisonN: Don't you use those exploding mini-pineapples, too?
T3chn0Namagomi: ...Mini-pineapples?
PapatymisonN: Yeah. They're metal.
T3chn0Namagomi: (Note: Valthi grenades are modeled after WW1 german stickbombs)
Arch mage144: ...what?
PapatymisonN: (... someone should have told me this.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (At least, the exploding ones. Gas/flash/smoke ones are canister-like)
Lithaladhwen: (Ah...the flash grenades. Kamos used one of those to blind some Prandians once.)
PapatymisonN: (... replace mini pineapples with ... dangit, nothing funny about a stick that's not phallic...)
Lithaladhwen: (Those guys were hunting the oh-so-dangerous Reaper of Time.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (And they were liberally used on PCs. Which reminds me. I need to find a fucking time where Shini can be fucking online. >.<)
PapatymisonN: (... oh, just stick with pineapples and Kam can correct him utterly.(
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah. Go ahead, Kam-Kam.)
T3chn0Namagomi: I SERIOUSLY have no fucking idea by what you mean by pineapples. I haven't seen any damn bombs that look like that, anyway.
PapatymisonN: Oh, BOMBS. That was it.
T3chn0Namagomi: If you're talking about grenades, you've got a very weird idea. Unfortunately, those are a pain in the ass and a half to obtain.
T3chn0Namagomi: In the short-term, they'd be less expensive. But given the long-term expenditure potential...a bigger gun would be the better option.
T3chn0Namagomi: Unfortunately, those are also hell to try and get.
Arch mage144: I see.
PapatymisonN: (Jansen: You need to learn to steal better. o.o)
Lithaladhwen: ...I'm glad to see that sometimes it's as much of a pain to injure other people as it is to fix them afterward.
T3chn0Namagomi: (Kamos: WHY are you talking to me?)
T3chn0Namagomi: It's a pain because of money issues.
PapatymisonN: (Jansen: I could always shoot you. Save time.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Kamos: No. *dual-casting explodey stuff*)
Lithaladhwen: Mmhm. I don't know and have no opinion.
PapatymisonN: (Have those two even MET? And if so, did they like each other?)
T3chn0Namagomi: (They haven't.)
PapatymisonN: (Damn. That needs to change. They're made for each other.)
PapatymisonN: (IE They'd piss each other off SO much there'd be a showdown.)
T3chn0Namagomi: Guns cost an assload. Grenades cost an assload in bulk. Either way, means of fighting nonmagically from range are limited at best.
PapatymisonN: (*Jansen laughs at the guy who buys all his guns LEGIT*)
PapatymisonN: (Or at all...)
Lithaladhwen: I just think that, given the number of people in this city who are willing to murder each other for money, so many of them are squeamish about pulling open a ribcage or two for the other person's benefit. Why is that, do you think?
Lithaladhwen: Is it really that much more offensive to their delicate sensibilities?
T3chn0Namagomi: Well, there's a greater degree of precision necessary in the latter.
T3chn0Namagomi: (Kamos: NAPSTER BAD.)
Lithaladhwen: (Kamos: CHUBBY GOOD)
T3chn0Namagomi: (XD)
PapatymisonN: (Jansen: *has Limewire, BearShare, Bittorrent, etc.*)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Kai wins for the reference.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (For getting it, anyway)
Lithaladhwen: (^_^)
Lithaladhwen: (We can thank Brian for that.)
T3chn0Namagomi: Not to say that killing can't be precise. But it's harder to repair than it is to further break, so to say.
Lithaladhwen: I'd certainly agree with that, if I'd spent more time evaluating the precision involved with ending another's life.
Lithaladhwen: Most of the time I only have to worry about which organ goes where, and occasionally why it wasn't there in the first place.
T3chn0Namagomi: Additionally--usually, people don't have to directly touch the organs.
T3chn0Namagomi: Because they like attacking each other with metal things.
Lithaladhwen: What if someone's been shot with some sort of projectile? Have to get it out first, and someone's got to reach in and grab it. So many healers just leave the bloody thing in, and that's no good.
T3chn0Namagomi: Indeed, it isn't. But my guess is that people don't like the idea of touching others' innards.
T3chn0Namagomi: >_> You better not get any ideas, Hakaril.
Lithaladhwen: Pain in the neck, but it's better than birthing. The same people who don't want to handle another man's lung will reach inside a woman to pull out a baby or two.
PapatymisonN: ... probably too late, Kam.
Lithaladhwen: I just don't understand that.
Arch mage144: ...what's that?
Arch mage144: Ideas? *smirks*
PapatymisonN: Told you...
Arch mage144: I don't want to touch your "innards," Kamos.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...I didn't mean that.
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: At least he's not making perverted jokes or asking about my sex life.
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: ESPECIALLY glad he's not asking about my sex life.
Lithaladhwen: (See, as long as Kamos is willing to acknowledge that her job is sometimes harder, he isn't a worthless murdering scumbag in her mind. He's a worthless murdering scumbag with......perspective. *nod*)
T3chn0Namagomi: (XD)
Lithaladhwen: (Hey. At least Kamos isn't dating Hakaril's best friend. That's a pain in the ass, let me tell you.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Yeeee.)
PapatymisonN: (Yeah. That... would be awkward.)
Lithaladhwen: (He tried to teach Darin pickup lines. Tassi wasn't particularly interested in Hakaril's support.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (XD)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Darin is in the restaurant, right?)
Arch mage144: (Yes.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yes. He is.)
Lithaladhwen: (Why did you switch fonts?? No good can come of this.)
PapatymisonN: (And yet, good comes from no good.
T3chn0Namagomi: >_> Sorry to say, but if you're trying to attract girls, the "angel wings" look is SERIOUSLY overdone.
T3chn0Namagomi: (XD)
You have just entered room "spiritsarealwayswithyou."
Lithaladhwen: (What did I miss?)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Last seen?)
Lithaladhwen: (T3chn0Namagomi: (XD))
Lithaladhwen: (My internet autodisconnected me.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Dude. My name's purple. Rockage.)
GC130A has left the room.
Arch mage144 has left the room.
Arch mage144 has entered the room.
T3chn0Namagomi: PapatymisonN: ... *looks at a clock, or a watch, or SOME sort of time measuring device*PapatymisonN: Ergh... I'm gonna be late.
Arch mage144: ...what?
GC130A has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah. Definitely post what I missed for me so that I can have a log. I keep those.)
PapatymisonN has left the room.
T3chn0Namagomi: (T3chn0Namagomi: Reminds me of those stupid fucks who tried just that look when trying to ask me out.PapatymisonN: Sorry guys. Date night with the wife. Gotta go.)
Arch mage144: ...*looks confused*
T3chn0Namagomi: I don't get why all the guys think magically-conjured or illusionary or whatever angel wings will instantly win over girls or somesuch.
Lithaladhwen: Young lady. I suggest you watch your tongue.
Arch mage144: I...I...*shifts uncomfortably* These wings are...real.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...*sweatdrop* They're real?
Arch mage144: Um...yes...
T3chn0Namagomi: >_> *walks over, gives a close look*
Lithaladhwen: Yes. And as for your comments about attracting women...I assure you the wings are not the deciding factor.
T3chn0Namagomi: Oh. Oops. Sorry about that. Thought they were conjured or illusionary.
Arch mage144: Um...no...they aren't.
Lithaladhwen: *scowls*
T3chn0Namagomi: <_< I know they're not the deciding factor. Doesn't keep a lot of the jackoffs at school from thinking they are.
Lithaladhwen: They'll learn.
Lithaladhwen: Some will learn very slowly, but they'll learn.
T3chn0Namagomi: Those dumbfucks? They don't learn from a kick to the crotch.
Arch mage144: *blinks*
Lithaladhwen: Yes, well. I assure you that will not be necessary or well-received in this case.
T3chn0Namagomi: Eh. You're right.
Arch mage144: I...I have...no idea what you're talking about. o_o
Lithaladhwen: *hard stare at Adrienne* Nothing important, Darin. The young lady was judging you by the standards of her schoolmates. Incorrectly so.
T3chn0Namagomi: *sweatdrops*
Arch mage144: I...I don't understand...why would I create wings for myself?
Lithaladhwen: To attract women, was it, Adrienne?
T3chn0Namagomi: A lot of the dicks at that school think that wings will automatically make them woman-magnets, yeah.
Arch mage144: .....
Arch mage144: I...I...don't see how that would...work.
T3chn0Namagomi: A lot of the dicks at that school also have their brain located in their testicles rather than in their head.
Lithaladhwen: ....It's a lovely age for boys. Most grow out of it, I promise. Or at least, they learn to repress it in public.
Lithaladhwen: Sometimes that's all you can ask for.
Arch mage144: *shakes his head, not really getting it*
Lithaladhwen: Darin....the idea is that wings are attractive. I know you probably don't give it much thought, but it's true. Some boys wish to...emulate that. I'd imagine with much less success than they'd like.
Arch mage144: Oh...
Arch mage144: I...see.
T3chn0Namagomi: Thank you.
Arch mage144: I...was unware.
Lithaladhwen: Yes, well. An enviable state, occasionally. I...was not much involved with boys when I was your age, Adrienne. That was...one major reason at the time.
Lithaladhwen: The other was that I was busy. There simply wasn't time.
Arch mage144: *nods*
T3chn0Namagomi: For me? Just no interest, really. I was more interested in the stuff that blew up than boys.
Arch mage144: I...but...things seem to have...changed, haven't they?
Lithaladhwen: Of course they have, Darin.
T3chn0Namagomi: Still am, really.
Lithaladhwen: And if I didn't have time, I'd make time. *smile* You know that.
Arch mage144: *slight blush*
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. No worries. I'm sure you'll find someone to blow things up with, Adrienne. There's always someone.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...<_<...>_>; Oh GODS. I'm going to get back to figuring magic-related stuff out.
Arch mage144: Good luck. *smirk*
T3chn0Namagomi: *walks back over to her table, props up her book, and resumes reading. The more observant might note it as a book on elemental theory and its potential applications to combat magic. She looks like she's decently late in.*
Lithaladhwen: Well. That was charming.
Lithaladhwen: I think the two of you are going to have a lovely time, Hakaril.
Arch mage144: I'm sure. *smirk*
Arch mage144: She'll be an interesting student.
Arch mage144: And...well, probably a decent soldier, who knows.
Lithaladhwen: Never know until you give her a chance.
T3chn0Namagomi: (Yeah. Her and her horrifyingly long spell-list in a PS sheet)
Arch mage144: She's getting one.
FFFan80: (Night all)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Night)
Lithaladhwen: (Night, Dave.)
FFFan80: (Pro-Tip for the night: When offering to help someone, make sure to find out what that entails in advance x_x )
FFFan80: (*fwips*)
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Gah...some of these synergies make no sense at all...
Lithaladhwen: *nods* I hope it works out well. For both of your sakes.
Arch mage144: Eh, I'm usually not wrong about this kind of thing.
FFFan80 has left the room.
Arch mage144: I tend to know who belongs in the army and who doesn't.
Arch mage144: You, for example, probably don't.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks* Except for that one time. And that other.
Lithaladhwen: The time on Ka'thalar which admittedly you may not have known about until later, and then the Regulus bit with all of those armies.
Arch mage144: Well, perhaps you might, but not as a real soldier. >.>
Arch mage144: You yourself said you wouldn't want to have to take orders from me. *grin*
Lithaladhwen: *laughs* Yes. I'd much rather stow away with the army and help of my own accord. That way I don't really have to take orders beyond my own common sense.
Arch mage144: Yeah, I got that.
Arch mage144: *cracks his neck* I need to go home and finish some paperwork. Besides, I have to organize the written exam for tomorrow's mage corps candidates.
Arch mage144: *stands up and drops some money to cover his, Tassi's, and Darin's bills*
T3chn0Namagomi: *nods*
Arch mage144: *nods to Hakaril* Have a nice evening...Hakaril.
Lithaladhwen: I....*sighs*
Lithaladhwen: Have a good evening.
Lithaladhwen: Have...fun with those exams.
Arch mage144: So...Tassi...what...what exactly is...the...the appeal of wings?
Arch mage144: I assure...*laughing*
Lithaladhwen: (.....)
Arch mage144: ...it's going to be awesome. *walks away, still laughing*
Lithaladhwen: I.....*blushes a little* Well...
Lithaladhwen: It's...difficult to explain, in the same way it's rather difficult to explain what makes anything attractive. It's... often a matter of personal taste, but wings are.... well, hm. *thinks*
Lithaladhwen: It's hard to explain. I don't necessarily think they're a one-way ticket into a woman's heart as the boys Adrienne mentioned seem to think.... but they're ...aesthetically appealing if nothing else.
Arch mage144: *nods* Okay...I understand.
Lithaladhwen: *slightly relieved sigh*
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
Arch mage144: ...was that a difficult question?
Lithaladhwen: A bit, yes. It would be rather like me asking you why men prefer blondes. I'm sure you could think of an answer after a while....but you see what I mean.
Arch mage144: Hmm...yes, I guess I do. Though...well, I guess I do have my own "preferences"...
Lithaladhwen: *starts to speak, and then closes her mouth again* Well... that's perfectly valid. Everybody does, and there's nothing wrong with that.
Lithaladhwen: It's the kind of thing that can be difficult to explain, however.
Lithaladhwen: At least for me. You may have an easier time of it.
Arch mage144: I...well, I...don't know about that.
Lithaladhwen: (Tell us, Darin. You an ass man or a leg man? Large breasts or small?)
Arch mage144: (...he's Darin. >.>)
Arch mage144: Perhaps...we should go now? I believe that...the lunch hour is...over.
Lithaladhwen: I... certainly. It also seems as though our friend has...taken care of the bill as usual.
Arch mage144: *nods*
Arch mage144: *stands up* Well...let us go, then.
Arch mage144: *exits!*
Lithaladhwen: *goes with Darin!*
Lithaladhwen: </Tassi>
Lithaladhwen: </RP?>
Lithaladhwen: </RP>
Lithaladhwen: *logs*