You have just entered room "potentiallyfun." MajorGeneralTso: (...Allo.)
MischiefMink has entered the room. PapatymisonN: (Howdy.) PapatymisonN: (Hoomite Yoobee?) MischiefMink: (FlameRaven. Kai invited me.) PapatymisonN: (Welcome!) Lithaladhwen: (Hiya people.)
Syra Zemyla: (Yes, welcome!)
Lithaladhwen: (FlameRaven is groovilicious.)
MajorGeneralTso: (Hey everyone.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Welcome, or something
along those lines.) Lithaladhwen: (So. I request first gen.)
MischiefMink: (Now there's something I
haven't been called before. XD) PapatymisonN: (I second.) Lithaladhwen: (Not in your presence. =O )
GC130A: (She gets Dragon Half points in
spades, so she's instantly cool by me. :D) Lithaladhwen: (brb potty)
Lithaladhwen: (back)
MajorGeneralTso: (...Welcome back.)
Syra Zemyla: (Yay!)
Lithaladhwen: (Requested locations or
characters?)
Syra Zemyla: (None yet.)
MischiefMink: (I'm open for most anything,
really) CGNakibe: (Assuming everyone is awake. >.>) PapatymisonN: (And kicking.) T3chn0Namagomi: (Which I am awake. I'm
just holding multiple conversations) Lithaladhwen: (Bright eyed and bushytailed.)
Lithaladhwen: (Bushytailed.)
GC130A: (Kai is a furry? This turns my world
upside down! ._.) MischiefMink: (awake-alert-alive-enthusiastic.) CGNakibe: (for a minute I thought that was Charles
saying that and not you, Kai. >:P) Lithaladhwen: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: (I am not sure if I'd be less or
more surprised...) CGNakibe: (If so I was gonna tell him to cut the
Allik down a notch before some searat comes after
him. >.>) PapatymisonN: (... I don't see that not
happening anyway.) CGNakibe: (Neither do I, now that you mention it!
>:D!) Lithaladhwen: (Better than a streetrat.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. Someone intro or
I'll do it and you may or may not like
what you get.)
PapatymisonN: (Riff raff? Street rat? I don't
buy that! If only they'd look CLOSER...) Lithaladhwen: (They'd just see a poor
boy,Charles.)
CGNakibe: (*thwaps Charles with Abu*) PapatymisonN: (Nosiree!) PapatymisonN: (They'd find out there's so
much more to PapatymisonN: <rp> Lithaladhwen: (Idea.)
PapatymisonN: *It is the Ivory Horn!* MischiefMink: (XD) Lithaladhwen: (Ah. I was going to take you to
anothe rinn.)
Lithaladhwen: (Myrnal's parents own one.)
MischiefMink: (First Lion King and now
Aladdin. Disney's stalking me...) PapatymisonN: *a cracklin' fire warms the
area, as the first days of autumn bring an
early cold...* PapatymisonN: *several people are there, and
they just BEG to be identified...*
Syra Zemyla: (Heck, I can't change my color
easily in Gaim, so this will have to do.)
Lithaladhwen: (A link to this, since the wiki is
down.) Lithaladhwen: *A young woman clad in
black is sitting at a table with a large
grey fuzzy dog lying on her feet.*
Lithaladhwen: *She's drinking cider!*
Lithaladhwen: *The dog is a scruffy mess and
is happily snoozing under her table.*
Syra Zemyla: *There is a priest of Kazeros here,
with brown hair and blue eyes. He is having
tea.*
MischiefMink: (A link for me as well) Lithaladhwen: (Oh, hot stuff, Beth.)
Lithaladhwen: *For the record, Myrnal
--pronounced mer-NAHL for the recoord--
has a silver brand of Kazeros on her
chest, just visible above the neckline of
her gi.*
MischiefMink: *A masked figure cloaked in
dark blue is seated near the fire, cradling
a mug in her hands* PapatymisonN: *a fella with dark skin, blue eyes,
and messy black hair enters, clad in tasteful red
and green* PapatymisonN: *sits a few spots down from
mer-NAHL, and orders a beer*
Lithaladhwen: (http://mysidia.org/rpgww/index.php?title=Myrnal ) Lithaladhwen: (OMG WIKI)
PapatymisonN: *have ya seen the King not clad in
his outfit? No? Good luck recognizing him, then.* Lithaladhwen: (She's met him once and
totally didn't care because he wasn't
dancing with her.)
Lithaladhwen: (Other cuties were.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (And I'm not using Kamos
here.) PapatymisonN: (I'm fine with that.) Lithaladhwen: ¬_¬
PapatymisonN: (I got my fix the last time.) Lithaladhwen: *notes that guy and sips her
cider*
Lithaladhwen: *Her dog, however, seems
more interested.*
Lithaladhwen: *He leaps out from under the
table, his leash straining against the leg
of her chair as he desperately attempts to
sniff this new fellow.*
PapatymisonN: 6.6 PapatymisonN: ^_^ Hey there fella...*rubs his
head* MajorGeneralTso: *There sits a young man
at the bar fitted with dull black clothing
and a shining silver bracer; he pours
himself another cup of tea
unceremoniously. A young wolf puppy
lies at his feet and yawns...cutely, and
puppy like.*
MajorGeneralTso: (That will probably be my
entire contribution to the RP.)
Lithaladhwen: *Yeah. The king totally notices
this puppy has three legs.*
PapatymisonN: *looks to Myrnal* What's his
name? Lithaladhwen: *Big ol' scruffy Barian
wolfhound. With three legs. He also
seems to appreciate the attention! He's
enthused!*
Lithaladhwen: Heinrich.
PapatymisonN: ^_^ Hey there Heinrich... You are a
good dog, aren't ya? Lithaladhwen: *sighs* Sitzen Sie, Heinrich.
PapatymisonN: *to Myrnal again* I'm gonna get
him a treat. Is that alright? MischiefMink: *watches them from her
table, sipping at her drink* Lithaladhwen: *Dog sits*
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Go ahead.
PapatymisonN: *orders the house's most expensive
kind of wurst!*
Syra Zemyla: *The priest seems to be
concentrating on his tea.*
PapatymisonN: *aaaaaaand feeds it to Hank there* Lithaladhwen: *Holy shit happy enthused
puppy*
Lithaladhwen: Careful.
Lithaladhwen: He's almost big enough to get
up on your table.
Lithaladhwen: Keep an eye on him.
Lithaladhwen: He doesn't realize how big
he's gettingg.
PapatymisonN: I'll keep him in line... Lithaladhwen: You speak Goblin?
PapatymisonN: ... can't say as it would come in
handy. Lithaladhwen: S'what you think.
Lithaladhwen: Legen Sie nieder.
Lithaladhwen: *Heinrich lies down on the
floor and continues eating his wurst.*
Lithaladhwen: Guter Junge.
Lithaladhwen: See?
PapatymisonN: I'm just saying Goblin hasn't come in
handy in my line of work. PapatymisonN: Not yet, anyway.
Syra Zemyla: *The priest looks oddly at Myrnal,
then retuns to his tea, smiling slightly*
Lithaladhwen: *snort* Your loss.
PapatymisonN: The day it does, I'll crack the
books. DeathRaySpleen has entered the room. Lithaladhwen: They make you better food if
you can talk about their families.
Especially the ones at the castle.
PapatymisonN: ... huh. Lithaladhwen: *to herself* Poor Detlev.
*chuckles*
PapatymisonN: Really... DeathRaySpleen: (Evening, folks.) PapatymisonN: (Howdy.) DeathRaySpleen: (MischiefMink? The name
isn't familiar.) PapatymisonN: I thank you, miss...? Lithaladhwen: Myrnal Shalienza. And while
you're feeding my dog, who are you?
Lithaladhwen: (Spleen: She's FlameRaven.
She doesn't chat RP with us a whole lot.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yet. *schemes*)
PapatymisonN: Name's Charles. CGNakibe: (I smell plots cooking in the kitchen.) Lithaladhwen: *little wave* Hey Charles.
CGNakibe: (Smells tasty.) DeathRaySpleen: (Ah. Welcome!) Lithaladhwen: Nice to meet you. *sip*
PapatymisonN: And you. What do you do for a
living, Miss Shalienza? Lithaladhwen: I kill things.
PapatymisonN: Must come in handy. Lithaladhwen: IM: And I also give private
dance lessons, but that's really not
relevant right now.
Lithaladhwen: When things need killing, yes.
Lithaladhwen: Otherwise, not so much.
PapatymisonN: Myself, I have things killed, every
now and again. PapatymisonN: It's rare, though. MischiefMink: *Ode is watching the
conversation intently (not that anyone
would know) rather amused at this point* Lithaladhwen: What kind of things?
PapatymisonN: Enemies. I try to have as few of
them as possible. Lithaladhwen: Nice luxury, that.
Lithaladhwen: Keep it up if you can.
PapatymisonN: I will try that. Lithaladhwen: So, what? You hanging out
here looking for someone to kill things
for you, or are you looking to blow
money feeding Heinrich?
DeathRaySpleen: (What's the setting here?) Lithaladhwen: *Heinrich, meanwhile, is
biting his toenails on the floor.*
PapatymisonN: Neither. I'm just here for some beer.
Everything else is ... PapatymisonN: Coincidental. MischiefMink: (We're in...the Ivory Horn?
Some kind of bar.) PapatymisonN: (The IH, yes.) CGNakibe: (Yep, the Ivory Horn.) Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. Well, just so you
know I'm not for hire right now. One, I
don't know you. Two, I just gone done
with a job and I need a break.
CGNakibe: (Named for the bartop) DeathRaySpleen: (Who to use?) PapatymisonN: No worries. I don't have anyone I
need killed right now. Lithaladhwen: (Someone that Myrnal won't
stab in the face? Or better yet, someone
she will.)
Lithaladhwen: *drains her cider* I'm getting
a refill.
Lithaladhwen: Watch my dog.
DeathRaySpleen: (1 Seryntas, 2 Ake, 3
brainstorm) Lithaladhwen: *heads to the bar*
PapatymisonN: Sure. OnlineHost: DeathRaySpleen rolled 1 3-sided die:
3 PapatymisonN: *watches Heinrich* DeathRaySpleen: (Huh. The dice have
spoken.) Lithaladhwen: *looks over her shoulder to
make sure he doesn't run off with
Heinrich*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Good.
PapatymisonN: ... uh... DeathRaySpleen: (Time to think up a new
character!) PapatymisonN: *thinks back* Lithaladhwen: IM: I'll tear his eyes out if he
takes my dog.
PapatymisonN: *rubs his head* Gunter Junge? Lithaladhwen: *returns with more cider*
Lithaladhwen: What?
PapatymisonN: No... Guter Junge? Lithaladhwen: What are you on about?
PapatymisonN: That's it... Guter Junge... *rubs
Heinrich's head* T3chn0Namagomi: *And a tallish man with
wild-looking white hair and brown eyes
enters the bar, decked out in dark gray
leather and slinging a very heavy-looking
sword over his back.* PapatymisonN: I'm guessing it means Good Dog? Lithaladhwen: Gunter junge. Good boy.
DeathRaySpleen: (I still think Idran and I should
each RP one head of a two-headed
character.) Lithaladhwen: (...I veto. This is dumb.)
PapatymisonN: Gunter Junge, Heinrich... PapatymisonN: Yep. Definitely going to have to raid
the libraries to learn Goblin... Lithaladhwen: *Heinrich enjoys praise and
attention, and therefore rather enjoys
this Charles person!*
Lithaladhwen: Heinrich. Erschütterunghände.
CGNakibe: (There is a sudden increase in the Tank
quotient of the chat, I think. >.>) DeathRaySpleen: (...surely not the King
himself?) PapatymisonN: (It surely is!0 PapatymisonN: ) DeathRaySpleen: (!!!) CGNakibe: (I'm so tempted to use either Damian or
Richard right now. >:P) Lithaladhwen: *The dog sits up and offers his
one front paw to Charles, balancing back
on his haunches as he does so.*
PapatymisonN: (And he's out of his traditional
turban and such, so good luck recognizing him!) PapatymisonN: *takes the paw* PapatymisonN: *and shakes* So well behaved... Lithaladhwen: He knows that food comes
from you.
PapatymisonN: And that makes me good, I
suppose... Lithaladhwen: He minds better with food
involved. Like most men.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, to him at least.
Syra Zemyla: (Sorry, doing evil plots. That's
why I'm lurking.)
DeathRaySpleen: (I want to play someone from
an exotic, distant land. Possibly with an
interesting accent.) PapatymisonN: I'm glad. Lithaladhwen: (That's... okay. Anything else
interesting besides the accent?)
PapatymisonN: I like being good. ^_^ Lithaladhwen: ....Yeah, don't we all. e_e
DeathRaySpleen: (...second head...)
Syra Zemyla: (Which one?)
CGNakibe: (FIRE BREATHING HEAD)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Spleen is thus decapitated
by means of black hole cannon) DeathRaySpleen: (No, but seriously, I dunno
what kind of character I want to create.) Lithaladhwen: (Thank you. By your powers
combined, you become Div.)
DeathRaySpleen: (NAKI WINS. FIRE
BREATHING HEAD CHARACTER GO.) Lithaladhwen: (No. No Divcrap.)
CGNakibe: (Div is Captain Planet? ewww.) MischiefMink: (What?) DeathRaySpleen: (Hey, I'm the original
use-Div-as-a-punchline guy.) CGNakibe: (Div is his own punchline. >:P)
Lithaladhwen: (Div plays crazy crazy
creatures with weirdass forms that are
all more or less the same
personality-wise.)
PapatymisonN: o.o PapatymisonN: Have I offended you? Lithaladhwen: (They look funny, and feel
hated because they look funny.)
Lithaladhwen: No. Why?
DeathRaySpleen: (He doesn't have any human
characters, and seemed insulted when I
asked him if he did.) Lithaladhwen: (Humans are boring, he says.)
PapatymisonN: ... I seem to have caught a "look"
from you. T3chn0Namagomi: (Blah. I can't think of any
strong drinks tonight for some reason)
Syra Zemyla: (That's it! You need to play a
character who looks funny and is perfectly
fine with it!)
Lithaladhwen: (Div is human. I rest my case.)
PapatymisonN: (*yawns at his own existence*) DeathRaySpleen: (That's the secret actually,
Kai. Div isn't human.) MischiefMink: (...) Lithaladhwen: (Nama: Valthka+liquid
circumcision+dead man's washrag=Block
H Cocktail.)
Syra Zemyla: (That's the same argument that my
mother uses as to why she doesn't roleplay
humans!)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. Lurk or RP.)
DeathRaySpleen: (What's at the keyboard is
actually a seven-tentacled space being.) Lithaladhwen: I give those.
Lithaladhwen: I have eyes, and I use them to
look at things.
Lithaladhwen: I'll probably continue to do so
as long as I've got them.
DeathRaySpleen: (Goddammit. None of the
characters I feel like playing right now are
Gaera Main.) CGNakibe: *and tottaly Not Randomly
seriously, a certain red-haired green-eyed
dragoon appears at the Ivory Horn's door*
Lithaladhwen: Why?
T3chn0Namagomi: (Real Life is boring.
Humans are not. Anyway, thanks muchly,
Kai.) Lithaladhwen: (Whoa. She knows him.)
Lithaladhwen: (It's Quinn's favorite. She
made Charles drink it.)
PapatymisonN: The "look" seemed to indicate some
sort of... annoyance at my comment. MischiefMink: ('s okay. Ode's not really
Gaera at all. :O) CGNakibe: Hey Barkeep, what's it take to get
some sorta decent Rivan ale 'round here?
Lithaladhwen: (Sure she is. She's totally a
friend of Tassi's.)
Lithaladhwen: It happens.
Lithaladhwen: *glances to the door and
mutters to herself* Now where the fuck
do I know him from?
CGNakibe: e.e
Lithaladhwen: I suck with names.
PapatymisonN: Would you like my last name? PapatymisonN: It might help. CGNakibe: *sighs* Probably the only goddamn
bar around that's got the stuff. I swear.
Lithaladhwen: Huh? Sure, if you want.
CGNakibe: What's WRONG with these bars?
9.9
MischiefMink: (I suppose. :O) PapatymisonN: Domanada. Lithaladhwen: *blinks* Oh!
T3chn0Namagomi: Oi! Bartender! Gimme a
Dead Man's Washrag!
Syra Zemyla: *Good* Rivan ale? I didn't know
that existed.
Lithaladhwen: Whoa. I do suck with names.
Lithaladhwen: We've met and everything.
PapatymisonN: ... oh yes. I'm bad with names AND
faces. PapatymisonN: It just didn't come to me. I
apologize. CGNakibe: 's like everything else in Riva. It
exists. Nobody intends to GIVE you any if you
ain't local. *shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: *shrug* It happens.
CGNakibe: And I sure as hell ain't goin' back
home t' get any.
Lithaladhwen: I swear I know that guy. I
think he's a friend of Hakaril's or
something.
Lithaladhwen: That's the only way I met
people when I first got here.
Lithaladhwen: That's got to be it.
CGNakibe: >.> Huh? I know you two? *looking
over at Myrnal and Teh KING*
MischiefMink: *muttering* Everyone is a
friend of Hakaril's. Lithaladhwen: I think I pondered stabbing
him in the face, but that hardly gives me
much of a clue as to who the hell he is.
Lithaladhwen: Huh?
CGNakibe: *chuckles* No shit.
Lithaladhwen: Whoa.
T3chn0Namagomi: <_< Did you say Hakaril? CGNakibe: Hak knows too damn many folks.
PapatymisonN: ... oh here we go... Lithaladhwen: This conversation involves
everyone.
Lithaladhwen: That's fucked up.
PapatymisonN: The vast army of Hakaril's
acquaintances rears its ugly head. CGNakibe: This nation's fucking generals at
work, I tell ya.
Lithaladhwen: ....
Lithaladhwen: What the shit is going on.
Syra Zemyla: So, what? Am I the only person
who hasn't met this Hakaril?
Lithaladhwen: Seriously. I am never saying
that name in public again.
CGNakibe: *looks over at Myrnal* You know
Hak too, I take it?
MischiefMink: *laughs* Lithaladhwen: Yeah.
CGNakibe: Name's Richard. Richard Storm.
Lithaladhwen: Oh! Right.
Lithaladhwen: Met you when I first got here.
Lithaladhwen: Myrnal Shalienza.
MischiefMink: (Can I get the IC names of
everyone? I've lost track.) Lithaladhwen: (mer-NAHL. I'll repeat that
until I'm sure people remember.)
CGNakibe: ... Oh, Right. Hey! Want a drink?
On me.
T3chn0Namagomi: Heh. I know him from
Gunnir, actually. CGNakibe: (Richard Storm)
PapatymisonN: (Charles Robert Franklyn Galzern
Domanada.) Lithaladhwen: ...Nah. I just refilled.
CGNakibe: (Call him King. Except he ain't Elvis
>:P)
T3chn0Namagomi: (New guy who hasn't given
a name yet because I haven't decided on
one.) Lithaladhwen: So what brings the damned
Hakaril fanclub to my table?
PapatymisonN: (Uh huh huh. *curls lip*) PapatymisonN: The fact that you're near sentient
beings? CGNakibe: Not a damn thing. Trying to get
decent drink in this town. Too damn hard
sometimes.
Lithaladhwen: *Heinrich gets up and once
again strains at his leash to sniff new
people!*
Syra Zemyla: (Joshal Sym.)
CGNakibe: ... *eyes Charles* Hey you. You
sound familiar.
Lithaladhwen: (Myrnal and her three-legged
wolfhound.)
PapatymisonN: I'm sure I do. CGNakibe: Came by the Jade Dragon often in
the past? >.>
MischiefMink: *turns to Joshal* Don't worry if
you haven't met Hakaril. You're probably
better off. PapatymisonN: Indeed. CGNakibe: *STARES*
Lithaladhwen: *to Ode* You weren't
impressed?
PapatymisonN: I'm an old friend of Dia's. CGNakibe: .... Shit... I should know you then.
Syra Zemyla: o_o Okay...
CGNakibe: I swear I know all of Dia's friends.
PapatymisonN: ... I must say, this is fun. PapatymisonN: I love having a secret identity. CGNakibe: Wait.... Wait wait.. *blinks*
MischiefMink: *looks at Myrnal* Impressed?
Maybe. More like annoyed. Lithaladhwen: You and everyone else.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
T3chn0Namagomi: Eh. Just trying to get a
drink and some rest for now. Arch mage144 has entered the room. CGNakibe: *blinks* Um... Charles? o.o
Lithaladhwen: (Speak of the fucking devil.)
CGNakibe: 'zat you?
PapatymisonN: That's me. ^_^ MischiefMink: (XD Just what I was thinking.) Arch mage144: (Bwahahahahaha!) Lithaladhwen: He pissed me off at first, too.
CGNakibe: Hell.
Lithaladhwen: Some arrogant jackass with a
desk job.
Lithaladhwen: He grows on you, though.
Like a wart.
Lithaladhwen: A wart in a red hat.
PapatymisonN: I know. No turban or anything
today... PapatymisonN: No one recognizes me. PapatymisonN: It's great. ^_^ MischiefMink: *laughs* That's about it. CGNakibe: 's been too long, man. Having
problems getting out of those meetings or
whatever?
PapatymisonN: ... just... needed to be a little
reclusive for a while... PapatymisonN: War and all... T3chn0Namagomi: >_> Who the fuck wears a
turban around here anyway? Lithaladhwen: *points at Charles* He does.
CGNakibe: e.e And when're ya comin back to
the JD? I swear, we're nearly done and stuff
and ain't nearly enough folk comin by.
PapatymisonN: I'll be there for the grand opening. PapatymisonN: I'll even dress up. T3chn0Namagomi: Yeesh. Talk about your
freaks. 9_9 Lithaladhwen: I'll come by, Richard.
CGNakibe: Not too much dress, though.
PapatymisonN: Not a problem. Lithaladhwen: I probably should. What with
all that cult shit.
Lithaladhwen: Good to see the place back up.
CGNakibe: Don't want th' folks to think yer
buildin a new monument or some crap.
*snickers*
PapatymisonN: Indeed. PapatymisonN: Oh. I never asked. Did the pinball
machine survive? Lithaladhwen: *shrug* Ask the Druids.
They're fixing things.
Syra Zemyla: (So who is AM going to play?)
CGNakibe: Dunno, really. *shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: (I feel like dancing. I learned
how to tango today, and I'm just tipsy
enough to want to do it. I'm feeling quite
elegant.)
PapatymisonN: (Sometimes you want to go where
everybody knows your name...)_ Lithaladhwen: (I don't know Zem. Guess.)
CGNakibe: (So you're saying the JD is like
Cheers? >:P)
PapatymisonN: (Sure! ^_^)
Syra Zemyla: (Exactly!)
DeathRaySpleen: (IH, Naki.) Lithaladhwen: (Dia=Carla.)
CGNakibe: (Except with, you know, the
innkeep/patron-eating dragon? >:P)
Lithaladhwen: (And you all know it.)
PapatymisonN: (Indeed.) DeathRaySpleen: (Oh, wait, never mind.) DeathRaySpleen: (I understand now.) PapatymisonN: I do miss that thing... that death god
is one smart fellow... CGNakibe: *sighs* THIS time we're gonna be
doin a bit better in keepin track of the
fire-stoppin spells and shit.
Lithaladhwen: I'm inclined to question his
taste, really.
CGNakibe: Barring some crazy jerk mage or
another showin off while drunk...
Lithaladhwen: If we're talking about the
same god of death.
PapatymisonN: I do believe we only have the one. CGNakibe: Eh? What's this 'bout death?
Lithaladhwen: *to Richard* You know that
isn't what happened, right?
Lithaladhwen: Some kid blew it up. On
orders from his cult leader.
CGNakibe: Yeah yeah, I know. But you realize
how often Hak comes by?
MischiefMink: *leans back again, watching
the conversation but keeping quiet* PapatymisonN: (Resh: *opens a chain of White
Castles in Doma*) Lithaladhwen: This is true. I can only
imagine.
CGNakibe: At the very least we've gotta do
that. Him and all the other crazy folk that
come in.
T3chn0Namagomi: (That sounds more like
what Nakibe would do.) Lithaladhwen: (Myrnal doesn't like his taste
in avatars. Elaith was a cock.)
CGNakibe: But hell. I heard that that whole
thing was taken care of or somethin too.
PapatymisonN: (Resh: But I LOVE roosters!
They're so... red. ^^) Lithaladhwen: Or something.
Arch mage144: *the door to the JD slams
open and an ominous wind blows through
to accompany the next patron entering the
inn...* Lithaladhwen: (A nice, red, cock is all Resh
needs.)
Lithaladhwen: .....Dammara.
PapatymisonN: ... well, THAT was fated to happen. Lithaladhwen: You're shitting me.
CGNakibe: *nods* Good. We've got enough
nutty assholes here in Doma without an
insane.... Oh hell.
PapatymisonN: (He's already got one.) DeathRaySpleen: (Did we move out of the IH?
We didn't, right?)
Syra Zemyla: (...)
Syra Zemyla: (No, we didn't.)
Arch mage144: (IH, whatever, missed which
inn we were in.) Lithaladhwen: (This is true. Though I've
never seen it and neither have any of my
characters, so I don't really pay
attention.)
Arch mage144: *the red-hatted man surveys
the crowd at the inn this evening* Arch mage144: ...wow, this is a hell of a
group. Wait, they allow pets in here? Lithaladhwen: He's my dog.
PapatymisonN: If they don't, they do now. T3chn0Namagomi: >_> Well, if it isn't
Archmage Hakaril. CGNakibe: Wassup, Hak?
Lithaladhwen: *as if that explains all things*
Lithaladhwen: And what Charles said. He
can do that.
MischiefMink: *twitches as she catches sight
of Hakaril* MischiefMink: IM: ...Every damn time. How
does he do it? Lithaladhwen: (Magic.)
MischiefMink: (Obviously.) Arch mage144: I guess...hey, it's you! *holds a
hand up to his chin* Hmm. PapatymisonN: I'll buy you a drink, Hakaril... CGNakibe: So what the hell have you been doin
ya nut? Aside from listenin in t' conversations.
>.>
PapatymisonN: That way, it's not your place to tip...
*puts a point on the word "tip"*
Syra Zemyla: Oh? Hello Hakaril. o_o
Arch mage144: *strides over toward Ode* You
do that. First I have to remember the
name of the girl in the mask. CGNakibe: Or whatever the hell it is you do with
yer free time.
Arch mage144: Me? Listening? What? Lithaladhwen: IM: Good. Now Hakaril can
be the center of the conversation.
Arch mage144: I just got here. What have you
been talking about/ Arch mage144: *? Lithaladhwen: IM: I do not belong there. He
will be much happier that way.
PapatymisonN: ... you, sadly enought. CGNakibe: The fact that you know too damn
many folks.
PapatymisonN: *enough MischiefMink: *glares at Hakaril* DeathRaySpleen: (Fuck it.) DeathRaySpleen: <Ake Tanner> Lithaladhwen: I made the mistake of
mentioning your name, and the entire
bar jumps me and wants to know if
we're talking about the same Hakaril or
some shit.
CGNakibe: Ryuu knows we can't take the one
we've GOT. 9.9
Arch mage144: *blinks* There's another one? MischiefMink: IM: As if there could be more
than one. PapatymisonN: ... dear lord... Lithaladhwen: Gods, I hope not.
PapatymisonN: Are you SURE you're not for hire? Lithaladhwen: Yes.
Lithaladhwen: I'm on vacation. Leave me
alone.
Lithaladhwen: *drinks*
PapatymisonN: OK. Arch mage144: She's a good employee,
though. Lithaladhwen: e_e
Arch mage144: You should consider it when
she gets off her vacation. CGNakibe: >.> And what's that s'posed t'mean,
huh?
PapatymisonN: But as soon as you're available, I'll
pay you WHATEVER you want to make sure
THAT *points at Hakaril* is the last Hakaril on
Gaera. DeathRaySpleen: *Ake enters the bar and
looks around, idly cracking the knuckles of
his left hand.* Arch mage144: She is, too. *points to Ode*
Excellent operative. CGNakibe: Charles.
Lithaladhwen: ...IM: Ha! Pester her.
T3chn0Namagomi: *smirks* I don't think
there's any real mistaking the person I
remember from Gunnir... Arch mage144: I really don't understand this
talk of "other mes." CGNakibe: If ya need more help...
Lithaladhwen: IM: Leave me out of this
silliness.
Arch mage144: Are there clones of me running
around? Doppelgangers? Arch mage144: Have I become the queen? Arch mage144: She's the one with a million
doubles. PapatymisonN: ... CGNakibe: *snickers*
Lithaladhwen: ...
DeathRaySpleen: (Hah! I was almost going to
play a doppelganger.) MischiefMink: *snorts* One would hope not. PapatymisonN: I do not need to be horrified,
General.
Syra Zemyla: IM: Wait, maybe I should try that.
T3chn0Namagomi: *seems to not know about
the million doubles of the queen* Arch mage144: I could be too late. Lithaladhwen: Hey. We all got the mental
image of Hakaril as your queen.
CGNakibe: *Richard just drinks his ale.*
Lithaladhwen: We're all fucking horrified.
DeathRaySpleen: (A doppelganger bard,
actually.) Arch mage144: I could dress as Aya. *poses*
What do you think? CGNakibe: The country'd be doomed.
PapatymisonN: ... T3chn0Namagomi: ... Arch mage144: I don't know if I can do the
hair, though.
Syra Zemyla: It could work.
PapatymisonN: ... I think I'm going to be sick. Arch mage144: She must style it with
lightning magic. T3chn0Namagomi: I don't think anyone wants
to see you dressed up like a woman. DeathRaySpleen: *Ake takes a seat more or
less near the knot of people that he notes
includes the famous Hakaril. He doesn't
recognize the king sans turban.* PapatymisonN: (Oh, you remember the Girls,
Brian...) CGNakibe: Gonna ask her her beauty secrets or
somesuch?
PapatymisonN: (They do ALL her makeup and
hair!) Arch mage144: Of course not. I'm not
interested in looking like the queen.
Syra Zemyla: Actually, I would pay to see that.
*smiles*
PapatymisonN: (Doug: Except for Lex.) Arch mage144: Besides, I'd just find a way to
polymorph and assume her form if I did. A
conventional disguise is too much work. Lithaladhwen: ...Your mouth is moving and
sound is coming out.
DeathRaySpleen: IM: I wonder if Hakaril
remembers me. He was fuckin' drunk that
one time. Lithaladhwen: You should look into that.
Arch mage144: Who, me? Lithaladhwen: Yeah.
PapatymisonN: I could have him swear a vow of
silence... CGNakibe: *chugs*
Lithaladhwen: It's still happening. It could be
serious.
Arch mage144: Myrnal, I can see you. Aren't
you doing a horrible job as a ninja? CGNakibe: You think that'd work?
DeathRaySpleen: ("That one time" was the day
Zeke and Ake got in a fight.) Arch mage144: You think I'd swear that? T3chn0Namagomi: *Hakaril might recognize
this guy from his Gunnir days--someone
who seemed to have a particularly unusual
approach to magic, and was rather
unpopular with some of the faculty
personnel there...* PapatymisonN: That or banishment. CGNakibe: Why haven't ya done it already,
huh? >.>
Lithaladhwen: I told you I'm on vacation. I
can drink in peace without being all
"ninja vanish" all the time.
Arch mage144: Fuck you, man, I'd leave the
country first. Your kingdom can fall to ruin
without me to watch over it. Lithaladhwen: *snort*
PapatymisonN: ... MischiefMink: ... CGNakibe: *chuckles* 's nice t' see y've got
such loyalty here.
DeathRaySpleen: IM: Your country? PapatymisonN: You are HILARIOUS. DeathRaySpleen: IM: No way... CGNakibe: 's times like this I think I'd be better
off back home.
T3chn0Namagomi: *snrrks* DeathRaySpleen: Hey...aren't you the King? CGNakibe: I mean, Rivan folks're right. You
Domans ARE insane.
Arch mage144: No, he's my pimp. Lithaladhwen: *LAUGH*
CGNakibe: *SNORT*
Arch mage144: I was referring to his
proverbial "kingdom" of whores. PapatymisonN: ... a bit of both, really. PapatymisonN: I run a harem on the side. Arch mage144: We call him "The King." T3chn0Namagomi: *bursts out laughing,
spitting out some of his drink on the side* Lithaladhwen: *toasts to the king, baby*
CGNakibe: Hail to the fuckin King. *chuckles*
Arch mage144: And whenever he goes
anywhere, someone has to announce that
"Charles has left the building." MischiefMink: *shakes head, confused by all
of this, and continues sipping her drink. Is
sad to note that it's almost gone.* PapatymisonN: ... I have to try this. PapatymisonN: *gets up and heads out the door* DeathRaySpleen: ... DeathRaySpleen: IM: This is who I pay taxes
to? Lithaladhwen: ...
Arch mage144: Ladies and gentlemen, Charles
has left the building. Lithaladhwen: Thank you, Hakaril.
Arch mage144: ...and he did so without
buying me a drink. CGNakibe: *snorts into his beer* Fuckin lovely.
PapatymisonN: *re-enters* I may have to take that
to the Senate. ^_^ DeathRaySpleen: (Does Hak remember Ake?) Arch mage144: (No.) PapatymisonN: *and orders Hak a beer* CGNakibe: Buy your own damn drink. >.>
Arch mage144: *looks at the beer* Eh, why
not, it's been a while. Lithaladhwen: *Heinrich sits on Hakaril's
foot*
CGNakibe: I mean, ain't it enough t' pay yer
paycheck?
Arch mage144: *drinks* To...the dog on my
foot! Lithaladhwen: *looks up expectantly*
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. To my dog.
Arch mage144: Oh, and to the king. And also
to Nekonia. PapatymisonN: Here, here. *drinks to that* Arch mage144: And to mysterious masked
maidens. Arch mage144: Ooh, alliteration! PapatymisonN: .... you're not drunk ALREADY,
are you? CGNakibe: Keep it to yerself. There's ladies
present.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Jackass.
Arch mage144: Hardly. I've been working. Lithaladhwen: There are fucking ladies in the
room.
Arch mage144: You have no idea how much
paperwork I had to fill out to fully resolve
the last issue I encountered. DeathRaySpleen: To Hakaril becoming as
drunk as he seems! T3chn0Namagomi: This is almost as amusing as
the time Arfaxad used that basement area
in Gunnir to call up a harem of succubi.
Almost. CGNakibe: To Hakaril NOT Becoming as drunk
as he seems.
CGNakibe: I've seen him drunk, thanks.
PapatymisonN: Here, here! *drinks to that!* T3chn0Namagomi: I've seen him drunk. It's
fucking great! CGNakibe: 's a fucking miracle Dia ain't ate him
yet. >.>
Arch mage144: Oh, Great Lord Agnostic, don't
bring that up. DeathRaySpleen: Oh, Dia...the, uh, the inkeep
at the Jade Dragon, right? Arch mage144: The succubus harem was one
of Gunnir's more horrifying accidents. CGNakibe: So how IS Sirvix?
Arch mage144: I keep her amused. CGNakibe: *chuckles into his drink*
Lithaladhwen: ...Good for you. And for her I
guess.
PapatymisonN: I bet you do. T3chn0Namagomi: Pretty damn funny for a
while. I mean...someone charged
admission and everything. *snickering* Arch mage144: Yes, but naturally, the
problem arose when even the entire
student body couldn't satisfy that many
succubi. Lithaladhwen: I'd pay for that.
Arch mage144: So they went on that
rampage... DeathRaySpleen: Succubus rampage? CGNakibe: ...
PapatymisonN: Sounds murderously sexy. Arch mage144: It got incredibly messy. CGNakibe: I'll bet.
Arch mage144: Some people died. CGNakibe: Fun while it lasted, though. Of that
I'm sure.
Syra Zemyla: Don't they drain the life out of
people?
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake has a fleeing visage of
many Quinns on a rampage.* Arch mage144: I'm not actually sure whether
they had their life drained or if they just
died of oversexing. Lithaladhwen: *so does Myrnal*
Lithaladhwen: *grins*
Lithaladhwen: The spirit is willing, but the
flesh is spongy and bruised. *sips her
drink*
Lithaladhwen: And thus they die.
CGNakibe: No shit.
DeathRaySpleen: (*gives Kai 48 points for the
Futurama reference.*) CGNakibe: *Drinks to that as well*
Lithaladhwen: (I don't pretend to understand
Kai's Law, Spleen. I just enforce it.)
CGNakibe: (Kai mysteriously loses 6 points, but
gains so much more...)
Arch mage144: (Succubi have a very sexy
disease.) CGNakibe: (What is it, Brian?)
Lithaladhwen: (*sigh* Sexlexia?)
T3chn0Namagomi: Yeah...not enough male
students there, it seems... Arch mage144: (Yes.) DeathRaySpleen: (Don't make me sacrifice
wave after wave of my own men, Kai.) CGNakibe: (hehehe)
Lithaladhwen: Well. That's a shame. Tell me
if it happens again. I'll come ...do damage
control.
Arch mage144: Yeah. I remember when
people would report having "visitors" at
odd hours of the night. They snuck around
the compound taking advantage of people.
Syra Zemyla: (Speaking of "my own men", is
the army RP going to restart?)
PapatymisonN: (*can't RP due to laughing*) Arch mage144: Eventually, they had to
be...disposed of. PapatymisonN: Something tells me you have one
interesting store... Arch mage144: I heard that the head of the
abjuration department banished them all
back to the Netherworld. T3chn0Namagomi: Wouldn't be surprised. Arch mage144: (Probably not, since my focus
right now is on MAC and classes.) Arch mage144: (It also turned into more of a
pain in the ass that I expected.) CGNakibe: (Also! As I pointed out to Doug.... A
SUCCUBUS HAREM IS ATTACKING.
OHNOES)
CGNakibe: (Time to call in Zeke Mazuo! *plays
Shaft Theme*)
Syra Zemyla: (Ah. I can see why it would be
painful.)
Lithaladhwen: (HA!)
T3chn0Namagomi: Eh. At least it started out
rather amusing. Arch mage144: (Zeke Mazuo, mercenary for
hire, will deal with your succubus
problem.) CGNakibe: (He's a complicated man! And no
one understands him but his woman!)
Arch mage144: (*women) CGNakibe: (Hehe.)
Arch mage144: It was admittedly
entertaining. Lithaladhwen: (Who's the Valthi private
dick, who's a sex machine to all the
chicks?)
Lithaladhwen: (Zeke. Right on.n)
Arch mage144: One of my friends purchased a
ticket for admission. When he returned to
the dormitory later on, I assumed he'd
been tortured by basement imps. T3chn0Namagomi: Heh DeathRaySpleen: "Basement imps"? Lithaladhwen: Wow.
Arch mage144: Gunnir's basement is...strange. CGNakibe: Some basement imps.
DeathRaySpleen: My parents get rats in their
basement sometimes. Arch mage144: A student once tried to
animate it in entirety as a prank. Arch mage144: Naturally, this failed. Sort of. Lithaladhwen: There's a room made of
cheese.
Lithaladhwen: Oh!
Lithaladhwen: I just remembered something!
Syra Zemyla: That's probably even harder than
it sounds.
Lithaladhwen: Hakaril.
DeathRaySpleen: I can't imagine how bad a
basement of imps must be. Lithaladhwen: Who's Amber?
Arch mage144: It spawns its own life forms
from time to time, including some very
strange and sadistic creatures. Arch mage144: We call them "basement imps"
as a category; it doesn't really describe a
specific creature. Arch mage144: ....Amber? Arch mage144: *blushes, just slightly* CGNakibe: Eh? >.>
MischiefMink: *finishes her drink, sighs, and
gets up for a refill* CGNakibe: What's all this now, eh?
Lithaladhwen: There's a span of Gunnir
basement foundation in the Shuman
mountains. There was all this graffiti. It
said...
Lithaladhwen: "Amber-heart-Hakaril."
Lithaladhwen: *griiins*
Lithaladhwen: IM: AHAHAHA He's
embarassed.
PapatymisonN: .... well... Lithaladhwen: IM: I win.
T3chn0Namagomi: I forget...who was Amber
again? CGNakibe: Does Sirvix know 'bout this? >>:D
PapatymisonN: This IS interesting... Lithaladhwen: (Read his fic, Nama! There was
totally an Amber.)
Arch mage144: It's...it's old news.
Syra Zemyla: I'll say. How did the basement
extend over there?
MischiefMink: *turns* ...Amber...heart...
Hakaril? *snorts* Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. It's been a year and I
kept forgetting to ask.
Lithaladhwen: Shit. It's been a year. That's
fucked up.
Arch mage144: I...I...you...she made graffiti? Lithaladhwen: Yeah, apparently. I sure as
hell didn't do it.
MischiefMink: *laughs* T3chn0Namagomi: Eh. The personnel kinda
had a problem with me bringing this
*motioning to his sword* to mage duels. Arch mage144: Uh, well...she's...she
was...this girl. I think she...she might
have been interested in me. Lithaladhwen: *laughs really hard*
T3chn0Namagomi: Well, ones against
non-summoners, anyway... PapatymisonN: *snickering* Oh my... I'll have to
see what Sirvix thinks of this... CGNakibe: Ya THINK?
Lithaladhwen: Hakaril! I do believe you're
embarassed!
Lithaladhwen: *toasts* To embarassing
Hakaril.
CGNakibe: AHAHAH~! *deep belly laugh*
CGNakibe: I'll drink t' THAT
Arch mage144: It was years ago! Our lives
were totally incompatible. It never
would've worked out. MischiefMink: *is incredibly pleased to see
Hakaril so uncomfortable* PapatymisonN: Here here! PapatymisonN: *drinks!* T3chn0Namagomi: *snickers* To embarassing
Hakaril! Arch mage144: Shut up. MischiefMink: *raises glass* Indeed. Lithaladhwen: *Somewhere under the table,
a dog barked.*
T3chn0Namagomi: *downs the last of his*
Syra Zemyla: I don't see why we need to drink to
that.
T3chn0Namagomi: Because we can. CGNakibe: Ya can't deny the LOVE there, Hak.
DeathRaySpleen: Why not? CGNakibe: I mean, she probably wanted t'
remember you forEVER, right?
DeathRaySpleen: *drinks beer* Lithaladhwen: Why? Just because your school
sweetheart's undying love is still being
proclaimed for all the world in basement
graffiti?
Arch mage144: I wasn't in love with her,
Richard. It was entirely one-sided. I wasn't
interested in her. Lithaladhwen: Then why are you so
embarassed?
CGNakibe: *drinks* So stop blushin already.
PapatymisonN: ^_^ Arch mage144: Because. You're digging up my
dark past. Arch mage144: It's none of your business. Lithaladhwen: Ooooh. Your dark past is full
of love notes.
Lithaladhwen: That's terrible.
Arch mage144: What happens at Gunnir, stays
at Gunnir. MischiefMink: *laughs* CGNakibe: I bet his "Dark Past" involves fluffy
kittens too.
Lithaladhwen: She ever send you the one
that says, "Do you like me? Circle y, n, or
question mark."
CGNakibe: Ah, th' classics.
Lithaladhwen: Cuz that would be adorable.
Arch mage144: *shoots a glare at Richard*
Ever been the supreme angel of hatred,
Richard? CGNakibe: And do ya still have one of th' notes
around th' office?
DeathRaySpleen: He's a wizard. If there were
fluffy kittens, they had four heads and could
kill a man with a glance. MischiefMink: *laughs harder* IM: Oh, this is
far too entertaining. Lithaladhwen: *raises her hand* Is that
question for the whole table, Hakaril?
Arch mage144: No, it's for Mr. Fluffy Kittens. CGNakibe: *Warily eyes Hak back* No. Ever
work on your strength trainin since last time y'
were at th' in?
T3chn0Namagomi: Heh. The girls always
avoided me there. I remember that
much. *snickering* PapatymisonN: I wasn't one, but it's on my list of
things to do... Arch mage144: My what now? Lithaladhwen: *chuckles*
CGNakibe: Exactly. *sips*
DeathRaySpleen: *turns to the swordsman,
smiling brightly* Lithaladhwen: *sweeping gesture at the
fellas* Enter machismo.
DeathRaySpleen: I can't ever imagine why,
good sir. Lithaladhwen: *chuckles again*
Arch mage144: Richard, do you want to spend
the rest of your life as a rabbit? DeathRaySpleen: Maybe they were overcome
by your sword-carrying manliness? CGNakibe: You ever been 'round this cat named
Mephistopholes or some crazy BS like that?
>.>
Lithaladhwen: It's not so bad, Richard. Say
yes.
CGNakibe: I've been worse.
T3chn0Namagomi: Naah. I think it might've
had to do with the fact that I nearly killed
multiple people in duels. DeathRaySpleen: Ah. Sure. Arch mage144: I've spent enough time around
Nakibe to know what chaos is like. T3chn0Namagomi: Then the faculty banned
me from duelling anyone who wasn't
primarily a summoner. *smirks* PapatymisonN: ... PapatymisonN: That NAME.... e_e Arch mage144: *looks over* Sounds to me like
you were an asshole at Gunnir. DeathRaySpleen: One of the guys in my class
worships Nakibe and won't shut up about it. CGNakibe: Now that's pretty wild. How'd ya
manage t' hang around one o' those chaos
freaks that long?
Arch mage144: I have a strong constitution. T3chn0Namagomi: It's more of my style of
magic. Arch mage144: Your style of magic is to kill
people who aren't your enemies? Lithaladhwen: Your style of magic makes you
an asshole?
PapatymisonN: *reminds himself that slaying
Nakibe's on the list too* Lithaladhwen: *points at Hakaril* What he
said.
T3chn0Namagomi: I can't really project it the
same as others. Lithaladhwen: (Nakibe? That's a little
ambitious.)
Arch mage144: I don't follow. CGNakibe: (Naki: I love you too, Charles. ^^)
PapatymisonN: (Yes it is.) CGNakibe: (Naki: HUGBEES!)
Arch mage144: (Charles Domananda, slayer of
gods.) Lithaladhwen: (Can you get Nikumu while
you're at it? He's worse.)
Arch mage144: (A title to rival Hakaril's.) T3chn0Namagomi: I'm guessing I'll have to
demonstrate? Lithaladhwen: No, cripes.
PapatymisonN: (KoD: ... what's his address? e_e) DeathRaySpleen: Nope. Lithaladhwen: You don't have to blow shit
up to prove you can.
CGNakibe: (Naki: *HUGS*)
Lithaladhwen: Or I'll stab you in the face to
prove I can.
Arch mage144: That depends. Should I call my
best friend to put up a force field? Lithaladhwen: Right in the face.
DeathRaySpleen: Can I punch someone? PapatymisonN: (KoD: *stabs Nak with a knife
covered in hind's blood*) CGNakibe: All this magic shit's boring.
T3chn0Namagomi: Naah. My stuff's
short-range as all hell. Lithaladhwen: (Ah, Richard's font is back.)
DeathRaySpleen: I feel like I have to prove
myself by punching someone. Arch mage144: Why don't we all have a
brawl, right here in the inn? This isn't the
Jade Dragon, there's no rule against
fighting. *rolls his eyes* CGNakibe: I mean, sure, ya could all blast
someone and shit, but I've always felt good
just punchin folk.
PapatymisonN: ... that'd kill the boredom. DeathRaySpleen: *points to the swordsman*
You! Do you believe I can punch people? Lithaladhwen: *sigh* I could, like... walk
around really quietly. Would that be
impressive enough?
Lithaladhwen: I can. Right now.
Arch mage144: Say, I have to know. Arch mage144: Can you walk on eggshells
without breaking them? CGNakibe: You talkin' t' me, kid? *Looks at
Ake* Yeah. I guess you could.
MischiefMink: *puts her mug down on the
counter, waiting to see if a fight's going to
break out or not.* Arch mage144: Someone told me a ninja
could do that. Lithaladhwen: ...That depends on a lot of
things.
DeathRaySpleen: If I punch people, it'll make a
really loud sound and then you'll be able to
walk around even more quietly. Lithaladhwen: Okay, I don't normally do
this.
Syra Zemyla: I can heal people, if you want...
CGNakibe: ... yeah, because they'll be too busy
tryin to figure out who the idiot was that
punched em.
Lithaladhwen: But the first person to start
slinging around testosterone loses an
appendage.
CGNakibe: (Hey, this WAS his color originally,
wasn't it? o.o; Or was it purple? I forget now.)
Lithaladhwen: I should warn you, I start with
the short one.
Lithaladhwen: (Red. I think._
Lithaladhwen: *)
PapatymisonN: ... maybe I should risk it. I already
have an heir, so... Arch mage144: >_>; T3chn0Namagomi: I'm just saying--I kinda
have to project my own aura directly. CGNakibe: Fine fine. 9.9 *sighs, only a tad
relieved*
Arch mage144: Fuck you, mean, having an
heir is reason to lose your manhood? Arch mage144: *man Arch mage144: You've got weird priorities. PapatymisonN: Getting an heir is the reason for
HAVING a manhood. Lithaladhwen: Your loss. I have no stake in
the health of your manhood.
PapatymisonN: ... wait. The sex. I forgot the sex. PapatymisonN: Never mind. DeathRaySpleen: Here's a question: If I get in a
barfight and accidentally knock the king
unconscious, do I get executed for treason? CGNakibe: *chuckles*
PapatymisonN: Yes. Arch mage144: You're looking at your
executioner. *waves* CGNakibe: Depends. Did th' king swing first?
>:P
PapatymisonN: And no it does. PapatymisonN: *doesn't CGNakibe: *just being contrary now*
CGNakibe: Yeah, I think'd be a bad idea, kid.
T3chn0Namagomi: As such, this often requires
me actually hitting somebody with
something to have an effect. Something
such as my weapon. CGNakibe: *sips*
Arch mage144: Now, now, Charles. DeathRaySpleen: So no barfights with the king.
Got it. Arch mage144: If anyone fucks with you, I
have to kill them. Lithaladhwen: ....Touching.
PapatymisonN: ... the problem being...? CGNakibe: How lovely.
Syra Zemyla: I'll be your target. I can heal
myself. o_o
DeathRaySpleen: Or, y'know, I have to be on
his side. Which I would anyway, being a
patriotic sort of guy. MischiefMink: *to Joshal* I wouldn't volunteer
for something like that. Arch mage144: What kind of healer are you?
You're not like any healer I know. Arch mage144: "Please, stab me! I can make
myself better."
Syra Zemyla: I'm looking for interesting
experiences.
T3chn0Namagomi: ... Lithaladhwen: ...
MischiefMink: ... Lithaladhwen: That's fucked up.
Arch mage144: So that's what they call it
these days.... T3chn0Namagomi: Riiight. CGNakibe: Being stabbed is a little too damned
painful for me t' find interestin.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, it sucks.
T3chn0Namagomi: I personally don't care for
it.
Syra Zemyla: Well, I've actually been stabbed
before. It wasn't fun. But I am actually
interested in finding out more about this form
of magic.
MischiefMink: ...isn't that what research is
for? Lithaladhwen: *sigh*
Lithaladhwen: You people are all fucked.
T3chn0Namagomi: ... DeathRaySpleen: *shrug* It's a possibility.
Syra Zemyla: And you're completely normal, I
assume?
CGNakibe: *sips* Welcome t' Doma. Please
enjoy yer stay.
T3chn0Namagomi: Oi, bartender! Another
one! Lithaladhwen: Yes. I am.
Lithaladhwen: Hakaril can verify.
Arch mage144: Man, I am too. PapatymisonN: I love my country. ^_^ Arch mage144: Yeah, you're normal. You just
get angry and sacrifice things on dark
altars. CGNakibe: Eh? <.<
Lithaladhwen: Hey! You shut up!
Lithaladhwen: You weren't there!
T3chn0Namagomi: Oooohh? >_> Lithaladhwen: *sips her drink morosely*
Arch mage144: *shakes his head* Not really
fair to bring that up, I suppose. Lithaladhwen: ¬_¬ Ass.
Lilly the Skull has left the room. Lithaladhwen: I had my reasons.
Arch mage144: Yeah, yeah. I know. CGNakibe: *Just sips his drink*
Lithaladhwen: I don't answer to you, so shut
it.
CGNakibe: So. Charles. You'd know.
CGNakibe: How's things back home?
CGNakibe: Any clues?
CGNakibe: They manage to finally go after
some of those Dragoon sects or what?
PapatymisonN: .... PapatymisonN: Can't talk on that right nwo. PapatymisonN: *now CGNakibe: Damn.
PapatymisonN: And things at home are fine. CGNakibe: *sighs*
CGNakibe: Should've guessed ya were in the
middle of somethin.
CGNakibe: Least they ain't comin over the
borders no more.
DeathRaySpleen: (I think I might go to sleep.
I'm crazy tired for some reason I don't
understand.) PapatymisonN: Yeah. Nice to have a little sanity. CGNakibe: Doma? Sane? *snorts*\
PapatymisonN: .... comparative sanity. DeathRaySpleen: All right. It was nice to meet
all of you, especially you, Your Majesty, but I
have a busy day tomorrow and I need to get
to sleep. CGNakibe: There is that.
PapatymisonN: Very well. See you later. DeathRaySpleen: *waves, exits* Lithaladhwen: *yanks her dog over away
from Hakaril and slips him a treat from
her pocket*
Lithaladhwen: *totally finds a new foot to sit
on and eats his prize*
CGNakibe: Gotta say, though. Doma's prolly the
only place I've been where ya can meet
royalty just by goin' out fer a drink.
CGNakibe: Still strange.
Arch mage144: So. Arch mage144: What's with the dog? Lithaladhwen: He's my dog.
PapatymisonN: He's a good boy, is what's with it. Lithaladhwen: He's a Barian wolfhound. His
name is Heinrich.
PapatymisonN: A Gunter Junge. ^_^ PapatymisonN: *scratches! PapatymisonN: * T3chn0Namagomi: Right...I see. Lithaladhwen: *is totally getting attention
from the king and his master*
Lithaladhwen: *good day to be a dog*
Arch mage144: Barian wolfhound? Hmm. I like
it. DeathRaySpleen has left the room. Arch mage144: Do you think he'd like a
biscuit? T3chn0Namagomi: *chugging his drink like
nothing* CGNakibe: (Freud would like to ask what this all
means about your relationship with your
mother.)
Lithaladhwen: He's a dog. Probably.
Lithaladhwen: Apparently my grandmother
and grandfather were both feeding him.
Lithaladhwen: Even though each had
promised they other they wouldn't.
Arch mage144: *muttering, holds out his hand
and clenches it into a fist* Lithaladhwen: So now he's my dog.
Lithaladhwen: He started hanging around,
and now he jogs with me.
Arch mage144: *opens it to reveal a roundish
biscuit* Arch mage144: *offers it to the dog* Lithaladhwen: *sniffsni--OMGEAT*
CGNakibe: *chuckles* Still a hit at parties.
Arch mage144: Ah, good. That means they
must taste pretty good. Lithaladhwen: Dogs eat their own vomit,
Hakaril.
CGNakibe: Hak said somethin' 'bout you being
a ninja. Does this mean you're gonna have
yerself a disappearin' dog or somethin?
Arch mage144: Hey, screw you. T3chn0Namagomi: Right. Anyway, I'm off.
*gets up, stretches* Lithaladhwen: Heinrich is too big to hide
from anything. And apparently an
amputee to boot.
Syra Zemyla: Have a good day!
CGNakibe: Saw that. Although he kinda reminds
me a little of Wiff.
T3chn0Namagomi: *And the person leaves
without ever giving a name!* Lithaladhwen: Who's Wiff?
Lithaladhwen: Do I care?
Arch mage144: Who the hell was that,
anyway? Arch mage144: I don't recognize him from
Gunnir. CGNakibe: Don't really, but if you see a kid with
a dog hanging around the JD later... *shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: ...Right. I'll keep that in mind,
and probably end up forgetting anyway.
CGNakibe: 's how it works.
T3chn0Namagomi has left the room. PapatymisonN: Mm. Arch mage144: *pats the dog* I like animals.
Most of them. I assume you've met my
dog. Lithaladhwen: Only briefly. I like mine
better.
PapatymisonN: How is the fearsome beast doing? Arch mage144: Precious is just fine. MischiefMink: Do I want to know about this
dog of yours, Hakaril? Lithaladhwen: (Call of the loo.)
CGNakibe: Pro'lly not.
PapatymisonN: (Actually, should clean up the
kitchen before Sister returns. A moment.) Arch mage144: My dog? Arch mage144: He's a cerbie. A kind of
mini-cerberus. He only has one head,
unlike the full-sized version. Coal black
fur, red eyes. He's actually got a beautiful
coat, quite lustrous. He's technically
Vixxy's. MischiefMink: ...Ah. PapatymisonN: Beautiful creature. Lithaladhwen: (Back.)
Lithaladhwen: I like my scruffy three-legged
stray.
Arch mage144: I have...perhaps too many
pets. CGNakibe: Theres that cat of yours.
CGNakibe: Whatsername? Noir?
Arch mage144: Noire, yes. Arch mage144: My familiar, to be precise. Arch mage144: I also have a book. Lithaladhwen: ...I've met the book.
CGNakibe: A book? >.>
Syra Zemyla: ...met the book? o_o
Arch mage144: It's...well, it's an animated
book, or something. It has teeth. MischiefMink: Sounds like something you'd
keep around. Arch mage144: It's a very powerful magical
text. There's a lot of information in it I
haven't convinced it to show me. Lithaladhwen: Want me to try?
Arch mage144: It also contains a remarkable
amount of Elvish nihilistic philosophy. o_O Arch mage144: The title, translated literally,
is "The Texts of Depression." Arch mage144: A figurative translation that
accounts for a lack of a word for
"nonexistence" in Elvish is closer to "The
Book of Doomsday." PapatymisonN: ... uplifitng. Lithaladhwen: Yeah.
Lithaladhwen: I don't need to read that. You
keep that shit to yourself.
Arch mage144: If you insist. Lithaladhwen: You want the texts of
depression, you can have my journal
when I die.
MischiefMink: Interesting... but not
something I'd feel the need to study,
either. CGNakibe: ... That's... odd.
Lithaladhwen: I was going to give it to
Ardam, but with any luck you'd lose it in
that office of yours.
Arch mage144: ...... Arch mage144: ...the hell? Lithaladhwen: *sip*
Arch mage144: I can find anything in my
office. Lithaladhwen: Sure you can.
CGNakibe: Except the way home. *sips*
CGNakibe: Folks could get LOST in that mess.
Arch mage144: Yeah, well, maybe. PapatymisonN: I'm still looking for the 5th
Regiment... Arch mage144: As long as you...I could not
lose a whole regiment in there! PapatymisonN: You sound defensive, General...
^_^ CGNakibe: Betting is open, friends.
Lithaladhwen: *lays a gil on the table* I'm in
for one regiment, but not two.
CGNakibe: 100 Gold that the General COULD
actually do it, friends.
CGNakibe: *plops his Rivan money on the
table*
Lithaladhwen: Charles?
PapatymisonN: ... thinking... Arch mage144: Your money's no good here,
Rivan. *smirks* CGNakibe: Shut up. >.>
PapatymisonN: Cuz I COULD put in MILLIONS if
I wanted... Arch mage144: Fuck, I could even the odds
with quite a large sum against. Arch mage144: But why bother? Arch mage144: My office isn't that big! Lithaladhwen: We don't know that.
Arch mage144: ...even if you count the
extradimensional space. Lithaladhwen: It could be bigger on the
inside than it is on the outside.
PapatymisonN: ... CGNakibe: Don't wanna lose yer money, huh
Hak?
PapatymisonN: *takes out a piece of paper* CGNakibe: Trust me, we understand.
Arch mage144: It...well, it technically is. Arch mage144: A few of my drawers and so
forth open up into separate planes. PapatymisonN: *writes "King Charles Robert
Franklyn Galzern Domanada owes ________
________ gil" on it, indicating a person and a
price* Lithaladhwen: Your office is like the inside
of a woman's purse.
PapatymisonN: *puts it on the table* CGNakibe: There's gotta be at least SOME
extra diwhatever space in there.
Arch mage144: Hmm. An interesting
proposition. Lithaladhwen: Full of shit nobody
understands that shouldn't be able to fit
there.
CGNakibe: I mean, you've got too many things
that go off to somewhere, portal you to
anywhere, or take you to Nowhere.
Arch mage144: I didn't know that women's
purses contained extradimensional space. Lithaladhwen: *puts a finger to her lips* You
didn't hear it from me.
Lithaladhwen: I don't like to give away the
secrets of my sex.
CGNakibe: Ask Sirvix to empty hers sometimes.
CGNakibe: You'll be shocked and amazed.
PapatymisonN: (All women are adventurers.) CGNakibe: (And to think. Adventurers pay a
HELL OF A LOT for Bags of Holding...)
Arch mage144: Hmm. Arch mage144: Maybe I will. PapatymisonN: (Every time you play an RPG, all the
items you carry are in the Quiet Healer's purse.) Lithaladhwen: (Actually, Tassi did carry
everything in Conquerers.)
Lithaladhwen: (Even dead party members.)
MischiefMink: (She did, didn't she.) Lithaladhwen: (Poor Ed._
Lithaladhwen: *)
PapatymisonN: ... hmmm. PapatymisonN: More alcohol. PapatymisonN: *orders a round* Lithaladhwen: *takes another spiced cider*
Lithaladhwen: I'm not really drinking,
thanks.
Arch mage144: More, sire? MischiefMink: *takes one as well* Arch mage144: *finally finishes the one beer
he's been served*
Syra Zemyla: *gets another tea*
CGNakibe: *Takes a tone from one of the plays
or another* Please, sir, may I have some
more?
PapatymisonN: Why not? Lithaladhwen: (*snort* Well-played, Richard.)
Arch mage144: No reason. PapatymisonN: ... and we're outside the castle. It's
Charles. PapatymisonN: Please. Lithaladhwen: Yeah. General Archmage
whatever whatever James Silva.r
Arch mage144: Charles, yeah, sure. Lithaladhwen: *Silvar
Arch mage144: *coughs* Minaru
Sharienza-sama. Lithaladhwen: *chokes and spits her drink
back in her mug*
Arch mage144: I can speak Nekonian, you
know. Lithaladhwen: Hai, Hakaru-kun.
Arch mage144: By which I mean "I know how
a poor speaker of Common would butcher
your name." Arch mage144: *starts laughing* CGNakibe: Heheh.
MischiefMink: *murmurs* So desu nee. Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. It's hardly the
worst I've heard.
Lithaladhwen: But I'll have you know my
master spoke perfect Common.
Arch mage144: Oh, I'm sure. Lithaladhwen: You know he chased his
previous student off with a stick.
PapatymisonN: Just a stick? Lithaladhwen: I think he was secretly just a
little cracked.
Lithaladhwen: *to Charles* When your ninja
master beats you with a stick, you're
beaten.
PapatymisonN: I'd think master assassins would
carry bigger weapons. Lithaladhwen: Heh.
Lithaladhwen: No comment.
PapatymisonN: I'll take it. MischiefMink: Master assassins wouldn't need
to, would they? Lithaladhwen: *points at Ode* I like her. She
gets it.
Arch mage144: Carry bigger weapons? Why? Lithaladhwen: *pulls a dagger
from....somewhere* Small and shiny.
Lithaladhwen: Best that way.
Arch mage144: Ode here doesn't carry big
weapons. Not exactly a master assassin,
but good enough. CGNakibe: Huh.
CGNakibe: None o' those things for me.
PapatymisonN: I like my swords best. CGNakibe: Just a spear for this country boy,
thanks. *sips*
MischiefMink: I'm just saying, a master would
be skilled enough not to need something
large and clumsy. Lithaladhwen: Damn right.
MischiefMink: I rarely carry weapons at all.
Not my style. Lithaladhwen: *slips the knife up her sleeve*
PapatymisonN: Whatever works. Lithaladhwen: Things that cut and things
that slice. Feel naked without at least a
couple.
PapatymisonN: When the demons come, it doesn't
matter how they die, right? Lithaladhwen: Hm. *smiles* Yup.
CGNakibe: Always good to have a nice variety
of ways for that eventuality.
CGNakibe: *sips* Or somethin.
Lithaladhwen: IM: *remembering* "Stab him
with her knife, with his sword, with her
other knife, with her other knife, poke
him a lot..."
PapatymisonN: IM: Though it most likely won't be
demons next. PapatymisonN: IM: Just men. PapatymisonN: IM: Just... men. Arch mage144: Demons? PapatymisonN: ... or whatever. Lithaladhwen: (It's raining men. Hallelujah,
invading men. Amen.)
CGNakibe: (Here's one I doubt anyone here will
know)
CGNakibe: ("I'mma little teapot, short and
stout...")
CGNakibe: ("Tip me over and I'll SMASH UP
EVERYTHING!!!")
PapatymisonN: (... uh huh.) CGNakibe: (Except you, Cha. >:P)
PapatymisonN: (... Billy and Mandy?) PapatymisonN: (Erk.) Lithaladhwen: *drains her cider* You know.
As much as I'd love to sit and list all the
ways it's possible to kill a man, could we
talk about something else/
Lithaladhwen: *?
Lithaladhwen: I don't feel like talking shop
when I'm trying to relax.
Arch mage144: Heh. Fair. CGNakibe: Somethin' less work related. Got it.
PapatymisonN: ... bunnies? Arch mage144: I do like those. Lithaladhwen: ¬_¬ Say, Hakaril.
Lithaladhwen: Ardam ever drop by the
castle?
Arch mage144: Yeah, once in a while... Arch mage144: I think he spends most of his
time wandering, even though he's
got...Freedom Castle...to live in. Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Freedom Castle. That.
PapatymisonN: (*always gets the image of a
blue-clad mage, and that will never ever change*) Lithaladhwen: Figured I'd ask. Haven't seen
him in over ...man. Six months? Just
making sure he isn't dead.
Arch mage144: He's alive. Arch mage144: Last I checked, he was...well,
on vacation, like you. Arch mage144: The guy seems to have
fulfilled his divine mission, or something. Lithaladhwen: That must be nice.
Arch mage144: I suppose so. It's only a matter
of time until another one comes up, I
think. CGNakibe: You don't see ME running to
Ryuugami trying to get new work. *sips*
Lithaladhwen: I'm glad I don't have those.
Lithaladhwen: Divine missions and
whatever.
Arch mage144: I imagine it's occasionally
inconvenient. Lithaladhwen: IM: I think I don't have them.
The cult thing was probably just a
coincedence.
PapatymisonN: I prefer government ordered
missions. PapatymisonN: Less messy. Lithaladhwen: I don't like orders at all.
Arch mage144: That's what you think. Lithaladhwen: I like doing what sounds like
a good idea to me.
Lithaladhwen: Safer that way.
PapatymisonN: Oh, THAT explains that debacle in
the warehouse... CGNakibe: hey, nothing wrong with a little work
direct from Ryuugami.
CGNakibe: Not that she's asked too much of
late.
Arch mage144: What debacle, Charles? PapatymisonN: The guard gave me that note you left
hanging in midair...? Lithaladhwen: Hakaril, what did you do?
Arch mage144: Ah, yes. That. Arch mage144: And it was hanging on the
wall. Arch mage144: It was a favor to a friend. Arch mage144: Cardinal did more damage to
them than I did. PapatymisonN: ... Cardinal? Really? Lithaladhwen: Seriously. What did you do?
Arch mage144: Yes, Cardinal. Arch mage144: Nothing, I just beat up a bunch
of thugs. CGNakibe: Well folks. I'd love t' stay and chat.
But gotta get goin.
CGNakibe: *stands up*
Arch mage144: I had to rescue a friend of
mine who'd been taken prisoner by them. Lithaladhwen: See you, Richard. Maybe I'll
remember your name next time.
CGNakibe: I'd give ya all a blessin from
Ryuugami, but that ain't my style. Go get
drunk and have peace. Or somethin.
CGNakibe: *Waves* Later.
PapatymisonN: Later. Lithaladhwen: IM: Rescue? That would suck.
I'm glad I don't have people chasing after
me, making sure I don't... well, I don't
know what. Make sure I don't
something.
CGNakibe: (Ah, well. Need to start thinking
about sleep and stuff.)
Arch mage144: *salutes Richard lamely* Lithaladhwen: (Sleep for you, Shaun! Enjoy!)
MischiefMink: (Yeah, I need to get to bed
too. Wow. how'd it get to be 1 am? O_o) Lithaladhwen: (RP is how.)
Lithaladhwen: Well. I'm going to head out.
And if it helps, Hakaril....
CGNakibe: (RP tends to do that. ^^)
Lithaladhwen: You probably won't have to
go on any rescue missions for me. I'm
pretty well okay as far as
not-getting-myself-killed goes. At least so
far.
Arch mage144: Hm? Well. That's good. Arch mage144: It's a pain. PapatymisonN: I'll send the 5th Regiment if that
happens... PapatymisonN: ... if I can FIND them... *sly grin* Lithaladhwen: Um. Don't....send people.
That's stupid.
Lithaladhwen: If you haven't heard anything,
I'm fine. You'd know if I was dead.
Lithaladhwen: *salutes Hakaril and toasts the
last of her drink to Charles* Thief's
honor.
Lithaladhwen: Someone'd tell ya.
MischiefMink has left the room. PapatymisonN: I'll be sure to have a nice memorial
service for you. Lithaladhwen: Ugh. I'd consider it a favor if
you didn't.
Lithaladhwen: Those things are depressing.
Lithaladhwen: Just leave my death in peace
without all that stuff.
PapatymisonN: Fine. A booze-fueled wake. Lithaladhwen: That'd probably be okay.
PapatymisonN: Excellent. Arch mage144: Do me a favor and don't die at
all. Arch mage144: I might need you. Lithaladhwen: ...huh?
Lithaladhwen: Find someone else to stab
things when I die.
Arch mage144: You know. To save Igala.
*laughs* Lithaladhwen: Uh huh.
PapatymisonN: Or at least Doma. PapatymisonN: Let the rest burn... PapatymisonN: Cuz it's not mine. Arch mage144: Ah, that's silly. You really
think I could replace you that easily. Lithaladhwen: ...Um. Yes?
Lithaladhwen: I mean, someone'd have to
walk my dog.
Lithaladhwen: But other than that, pretty
much.
Lithaladhwen: *utterly mystified*
Arch mage144: I'm sure you could find
someone. Lithaladhwen: Make Stephan do it.
Lithaladhwen: He needs a dog.
Arch mage144: Hah! Arch mage144: Now there's an idea. Arch mage144: And a real dog, not just
someone to get down on all fours for him. Arch mage144: *laughing* Lithaladhwen: ....
PapatymisonN: ... PapatymisonN: Evil joke. Lithaladhwen: You're weird.
Lithaladhwen: That's probably the least
attractive mental image you could have
given me.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Ew. I know Midoku.
*shudder*
Arch mage144: Sometimes, it's my
responsibility to expose people to
horrifying things. Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. Thanks, jackass.
Arch mage144: No problem. Lithaladhwen: Anyway, yeah. Stephan and
Midoku can totally take Heinrich.
Kerran's back gives him problems when
Heinrich pulls on the leash.
Lithaladhwen: Stephan can handle a big dog.
Lithaladhwen: He officially is to take him
when I'm dead.
Lithaladhwen: That's final. *decisive nod*
PapatymisonN: Except that's not going to happen
for a while. Arch mage144: Man, you're so morbid. Arch mage144: I never talk about how I'm
going to die. Lithaladhwen: Well, I mean. That doesn't
make me morbid!
Arch mage144: Don't you think people would
be upset if you died? Don't be so casual! Lithaladhwen: Well-- I just....Dammara.
You're impossible.
PapatymisonN: Calm down, General. Death IS an
inevitability. Lithaladhwen: *points a finger right in
Hakaril's face* You. Are impossible.
Arch mage144: That's what you think. *smirks* PapatymisonN: Accept it, or be eternally driven
mad by avoiding it. Lithaladhwen: I just want to make sure
someone takes care of my damned
puppy. Something's gonna kill me
eventually. Shit happens.
Arch mage144: It may be inevitable, but I
know plenty of people that have managed
to cheat it. PapatymisonN: You mean run from it. Arch mage144: Myself included. Arch mage144: It hasn't caught up to me yet.
And I intend to avoid it until I'm ready. Lithaladhwen: Everyone says that.
Lithaladhwen: Then they die, and no one's
decided what to do with the dog.
Lithaladhwen: *Heinrich is eating a bug.*
Arch mage144: The dog will probably die
before you do. Arch mage144: They have shorter lifespans. Lithaladhwen: Yeah, but he doesn't go out
killing dangerous shit for a living. I do.
Lithaladhwen: He just...well. Look at him.
Lithaladhwen: He's killing a
dangerous...beetle or something.
Lithaladhwen: Hardly highrisk.
Arch mage144: You're good. Too good to just
get killed. Lithaladhwen: ...
PapatymisonN: He has a point. Arch mage144: You survived a confrontation
with a lot of dangerous figures. Elaith's
subordinates weren't pushovers. Lithaladhwen: ...Um. 'kay. Well, erm.
Whatever.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I just want to make sure
nobody has to bother with anything
when I die. It shouldn't be this big thing.
Why does that make me morbid?!
Arch mage144: You think I'm going to get
myself killed fighting some punk like
Arachael the Sablewinged? Arch mage144: I heard you turned him into
tuna salad. PapatymisonN: ... he doesn't have enough names to
defeat you. Lithaladhwen: *grins* Yeah. Last thing I did
before I left. *grin fades, and is replaced
by a shrug* It was okay.
Lithaladhwen: I figured I'd help with that at
least.
Lithaladhwen: IM:Wait, they told him about
that?
Arch mage144: My point exactly. Lithaladhwen: IM: Who the fuck is talking
about me when I'm not around?
Lithaladhwen: And who the hell told you
about that? Do you people, like.... talk
about me? Don't you have anything more
important to ramble about?
Lithaladhwen: *to Charles* You need to keep
him busier.
CGNakibe has left the room. Arch mage144: What? Who told me? Someone
mentioned it once. They were impressed,
as I recall. Arch mage144: Probably Ardam. Lithaladhwen: *blink* Oh.
PapatymisonN: I'll see what I can do. PapatymisonN: Hakaril, you are now in charge of...
uh... PapatymisonN: The nation's health? I don't know. Arch mage144: Oh, man! PapatymisonN: Cut down on obesity, or something. Arch mage144: I appoint Tassi Wells as my
right-hand woman. I delegate the
responsibility to her, the nation's medical
expert and primary healer! Arch mage144: She can be the Healer
General! Lithaladhwen: ....Who the hell is that?
Arch mage144: She's my best friend's new
roommate. Arch mage144: I was his old one. Lithaladhwen: ...I don't know how...wait,
wasn't Darin your roommate?
Lithaladhwen: What the fuck?
PapatymisonN: I think she's onto something,
detective... Arch mage144: He was, at Gunnir. Lithaladhwen: Does he have a girlfriend?
Arch mage144: ...apparently. Arch mage144: She moved in with him, or
something. Lithaladhwen: ...huh. Wow.
Lithaladhwen: She cute?
Arch mage144: Yeah, I'd say so. Lithaladhwen: *approving nod* Good for
him then. He seemed like he needed one.
Guy has issues.
Arch mage144: I've been trying to get him to
hang out with women forever. Lithaladhwen: *snrrks* Wow. I bet that was
entertaining.
Lithaladhwen: So he finally picked one up
somewhere, did he?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Wow. Everyone.
Arch mage144: Apparently. Arch mage144: It figures, doesn't it? Arch mage144: Even Darin's got someone out
there to connect with. Despite his best
efforts. Lithaladhwen: ...Yeah. That's good.
PapatymisonN: Mm. Lithaladhwen: Least I've got the dog. Till
Stephan gets him.
Lithaladhwen: *snaps her fingers and
Heinrich gets up*
Lithaladhwen: So I think I'm going to take
my little boyfriend home for the evening.
Lithaladhwen: *smirk*
Arch mage144: *nods* PapatymisonN: Ah, I should get home as well. Arch mage144: You do that. Feed him well. PapatymisonN: The wife, she'll worry. Arch mage144: What happened to his leg? Lithaladhwen: Dunno. He came that way.
Arch mage144: Bah, your wife, worry? Arch mage144: She's probably too busy
drawing naked guys. Lithaladhwen: Heh. Hardly be my first
choice, but to each her own.
Lithaladhwen: See you two around.
Arch mage144: *salute* Lithaladhwen: *exeunt*
PapatymisonN: *leaveara* Lithaladhwen: <Myrnal and Heinrich>
PapatymisonN: (I believe in conserving MP.) PapatymisonN: </The King Of Doma> Arch mage144: (He's not leaving Ara, he's
going to Ara.) Lithaladhwen: </RP?>
Arch mage144: </RP> Lithaladhwen: fasdfksjdfdijgotmyfontback.
Arch mage144: Wait, no, Aya.
Syra Zemyla: </RP>
PapatymisonN: ... RIGHT. Arch mage144: Not that he'd probably notice
the difference. PapatymisonN: Yeah. Aya. PapatymisonN: He's totally not sleeping with
his wife's sister. Arch mage144: Zeke did it. Lithaladhwen: I read that RP. She was rude.
Lithaladhwen: She just kind of pulled on her
pants and left.
Lithaladhwen: Quinn would never do that to
him.
Lithaladhwen: She has better manners.
PapatymisonN: Something to be said for the
afterglow...? Lithaladhwen: Hell yeah.
Arch mage144: Then she went on about how
she totally shouldn't have done it.
Arch mage144: Then again, she's the one
who got high during a mission.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. With Quinn? Never.
Lithaladhwen: "Oh, Zeke, I think this just
wasn't a good idea. I'm at a time in my
life when I--" No. Seriously.
PapatymisonN: You should never have sex you
regret. Lithaladhwen: You should never regret having
sex.
Lithaladhwen: *ahem*
Lithaladhwen: Sorry.
PapatymisonN: Eh. Same diff. Lithaladhwen: Anyway. I will log and upload
with the next batch o'logs.
Lithaladhwen: Ta!
