You have just entered room "danistrulyhated."
Lithaladhwen: (...I see. Is he now.)
OMG Priam has entered the room.
Besyanteo: (Hungry.)
DeathRaySpleen has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: (Invite those who aren't here and may be interested.)
DeathRaySpleen: (I'm re-getting my new computer today. I lent it to my sister the day after I got it two weeks ago, because hers went boom.)
Lithaladhwen: (I guess that's my job.)
CGNakibe has entered the room.
CGNakibe: (*lurk*)
DarkLordKelne has entered the room.
MajorGeneralTso has entered the room.
DeathRaySpleen: (So what's the setting etc.?)
PapatymisonN: (Don't got one yet.)
CGNakibe: (*hates Dan*)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay. More should be coming.)
Der DWSage has entered the room.
MajorGeneralTso: (...Dammit. I need to be in bed.)
DeathRaySpleen: (We should RP in my Dwarf Fortress fortress. I want to be Shiltobul, the Legendary Mason.)
PapatymisonN: (No.)
DeathRaySpleen: (I don't remember his first name, because I renamed him "George".)
PapatymisonN: (First gen fine with everyone?)
DeathRaySpleen: (Sure, first gen's fine.)
Der DWSage: (Soitenly, nyuk nyuk nyuk.)
PapatymisonN: (*hits Sage with a sledgehammer*)
DeathRaySpleen: (I guess. What setting, beyond that? Doma?)
Der DWSage: (*Dodges, pokes Cha in the eye*)
PapatymisonN: (Doma.)
PapatymisonN: (Park? Bar? Streets? We need new meeting places?)
DeathRaySpleen: (Uh...marketplace? Sporting event? Religious or cultural festival?)
Der DWSage: (Library.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Those are three I've used in Elemaer.)
Lithaladhwen: (Sage is decisive. He automatically wins.)
Der DWSage: (=D)
PapatymisonN: (Agreed.)
Lithaladhwen: (We will encourage this virtue in our RPGWW eugenics project. Only those genetically-predisposed toward decisiveness will be allowed to breed.)
CGNakibe: (>.>)
PapatymisonN: (... uh... I'm still breeding whether you like it or not.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Fine. Next time I'll go "RELIGIOUS OR CULTURAL FESTIVAL, MOTHERFUCKER >:" )
PapatymisonN: (Still indecisive.)
PapatymisonN: (Choose religious or cultural, Wish-washy McGee.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Just cultural, then.)
PapatymisonN: (Uh huh. Wimp.)
PapatymisonN: <let'srpinglove>
PapatymisonN: *Welcome to the South Doma City Archives!*
Lithaladhwen: (Charles: I could kill you for that comment. You know how that hurts me.)
Lithaladhwen: (Religious or cultural. e_e )
Lithaladhwen: (*thwap*)
PapatymisonN: *a small, more intimate library than the ones in the main library, this archive still provides comprehensive knowledge on several pertinent subjects*
PapatymisonN: (Ow... what? o.o)
MajorGeneralTso has left the room.
DeathRaySpleen: (Including martial arts, I hope? That gives me an opening for Ake.)
PapatymisonN: (Yep!)
Der DWSage: (Apologies. Roomies are gone now, however.)
DeathRaySpleen: (Seryntas isn't the library type, and they're really my only two characters in Doma Main right now.)
OMG Priam: (The easy solution is to make another)
DeathRaySpleen: (I've tried. None of them stick well.)
Der DWSage: (Like I'm about to do!)
DarkLordKelne: (Cerene: The Festival of the Written Word? Boooring...)
DeathRaySpleen: (I always wind up with good ones in other settings. Like Shadow Doma, 2nd gen Gunnir, Metro City, etc.)
OMG Priam: <I think this was the color I used for him...>
PapatymisonN: *Daenj'r Tymisonn sits in a comfy chair, reading a tome of forgotten lore...*
OMG Priam: Hehehuhuh. *snort*
PapatymisonN: >.>
PapatymisonN: <.<
OMG Priam: *is standing up by one of the bookshelves, chortling as he reads a book.*
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: *continues reading his book*
Der DWSage: *One of the folks inside the library, engrossed in a good book, is an oddity...he's as short as a Moogle, but he looks more like a...well, he looks like a 2-foot 'Ken' doll. He's also wearing a robe that only wizards would...*
PapatymisonN: (... the jokes in my brain run wild...)
Lithaladhwen: (Sage is playing Grundy the golem?)
Lithaladhwen: (Because Grundy rocks my starship.)
OMG Priam: (I can't help but think of him as a doll representing Ken Masters)
Der DWSage: (No, though now I see the horrible resemblance. :{ )
CGNakibe: (Solomon Grundy want pants too. ;_; )
PapatymisonN: (Your Jefferson Starship?)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm just glad someone else here reads Xanth novels! *preens*)
DeathRaySpleen: (I could always try creating a Gaera Main version of Matrym Le'leth.)
Der DWSage: (*Sets up Humphrey's castle*)
DeathRaySpleen: (Cha remembers him. The half-elf assassin I used in the last Shadow Gaera CI?)
OMG Priam: *snort snort!* Huhuhuh.
DeathRaySpleen: (Sage should, too, now that I think about it.)
PapatymisonN: (Oh yeah...)
PapatymisonN: Shh. *finger to lips*
PapatymisonN: IM: What a butthead...
OMG Priam: *looks up from his book, and looks around, searching for the violator.*
OMG Priam: *sticks his nose back in the book.*
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake enters the library with a stack of books in a bag!*
Der DWSage: *Looking at the snorter himself-what is he, and what's he reading?*
PapatymisonN: *by the way, it was the black white mage, in ripped up robe, blue pants, and, today? a nice black tee underneat...*
OMG Priam: *Is a tall, lankyish human guy, with frizzy weird hair and--You know what? Picture the main character from Napoleon Dynamite. That's an easier description.*
Lithaladhwen: (Cripes.)
Der DWSage: (That's an instant -5 Charisma right there. :{ )
Lithaladhwen: (-10. I must shoot him on sight.)
OMG Priam: (Bah, take it down to a -3, because I've never seen *any* of that movie)
Lithaladhwen: ("Close your mouth, motherfucker! We are NOT A CODFISH!)
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: *Mutter* I should've listened when Damian told me to be cautious about going to these libraries.
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake goes up to the desk!* Hi, I'd like to return these.
DeathRaySpleen: They go in the section on martial arts. All of them.
PapatymisonN: ... *slaps the book shut, and grabs another*
PapatymisonN: IM: Something a little less forgotten...
Der DWSage: Hm...
Der DWSage: *Goes up to the desk himself*
DeathRaySpleen: (*computer get!*)
Der DWSage: *...And casts a small levitation spell to make himself actually seen over the desk*
PapatymisonN: *snicker*
pd Rydia has entered the room.
Der DWSage: Beg pardon, but I need something a bit more...advanced. Simple golems aren't enough for what I intend...
Der DWSage: >_> Oh, and remember these words, tall one.
Der DWSage: If their head only comes up to your waist...their teeth are level with your nuts.
PapatymisonN: Wish my wife was your height, then... *smirk*
Der DWSage: Don't be so quick to mock those that are at a disadvantage, for they turn that weakness into strength.
Lithaladhwen: (....)
Der DWSage: Quotes of Damian Magecraft, page 85.
Lithaladhwen: (When you can snatch the library card from my hand, grasshopper....)
Der DWSage: >_>
PapatymisonN: ... right.
PapatymisonN: Thanks for the tip.
Der DWSage: IM:I shall not abuse my power. I shall not abuse my power. I shall not abuse my power.
Der DWSage: *Is given instructions as to where to find advanced books on golems, and one on the biological workings of Chocobos. Such an interesting combination...*
PapatymisonN: ... *follows* I'm Daenj'r.
Der DWSage: Lackey. Apprentice Mage to Damian Magecraft...heard of him?
PapatymisonN: Nope.
PapatymisonN: Sounds important, though...
PapatymisonN: ... your real name's not Lackey, right? That doesn't sound right...
Der DWSage: Correct. That's my assumed name while I'm working under him.
Der DWSage: And he's...well, let's just say he's more powerful than I could ever hope to be and leave it at that.
PapatymisonN: Is he listening?
Der DWSage: His family is also fucking nuts.
Der DWSage: >_> Maybe. I don't think he'd care even if he was, though.
PapatymisonN: So spill your real name. Lackey will get old REAL fast with me.
CGNakibe: (Sage? LACKEY?)
Der DWSage: Fine. Call me Gildward.
CGNakibe: (You're playing LACKEY?)
Der DWSage: (Not that Lackey. But he named himself after that one. =D)
CGNakibe: (Damn. You still win several cool points. >:D)
PapatymisonN: Nice to meet you, Gildward.
PapatymisonN: What you studying?
DeathRaySpleen: *Ake putters about the martial arts section, looking for a book he's never seen before. There are so few.*
Der DWSage: Golems, at the moment. I'm trying to discover a way to create a magical being close enough to a real species for them to breed...
PapatymisonN: o.O
PapatymisonN: Why?
Der DWSage: Several reasons.
PapatymisonN: ... go ahead...
Lithaladhwen: (Because no one has?)
Der DWSage: First, the money. Think about the potential of having an entire farm of Chocobos out for stud.
Der DWSage: Second, the resources it would give to countries. After animals, the next logical step is to create plants that grow larger and faster than before, or that have healing qualities of several breeds.
PapatymisonN: ... uh huh. And normal chocobos are bad for this because...?
PapatymisonN: ... alright...
Der DWSage: They're not. However, think of the rarer species...for example, dragons that could be, er, 'harvested' for their components.
PapatymisonN: ... I know a dragon or two. Better ask first.
Der DWSage: How much does Dragonscale sell for on the market here? I never checked.
PapatymisonN: Beats me.
PapatymisonN: Probably an arm and a leg.
DarkLordKelne: (The arm and the leg of whatever poor sod has to acquire it, no doubt.)
Besyanteo has left the room.
Der DWSage: *Nod* And having a farm of docile, psuedo-dragons would be much preferred to having to acquire the real thing, I'm sure.
PapatymisonN: ... I dunno, man. Sounds sketchy to me.
Der DWSage: Let's reverse the situation then.
Der DWSage: Let's say that I were intending to create golems that were the equal to children-capable of growing up, breeding, but never being more intelligent than animals. And they would eventually die of old age, disease, or what have you.
Der DWSage: Then suddenly, human eyes are a valuable, rare commodity. People are more than willing to kill to acquire them.
Der DWSage: They become worth millions of...what is it you use here? Gil? And that only drives the bloodlust up even more.
Der DWSage: Without these golems, the crime rate increases and the rarity of a person with two eyes goes up. As well, a black market would flourish.
Der DWSage: With them, bloodlust goes down a great deal. And the only thing you lose is a few animal-intelligence beings.
PapatymisonN: ... sounds like too big a price...
PapatymisonN: To rob people of proper lives for the sake of society?
PapatymisonN: Don't like the smell of it.
Der DWSage: What sort of 'proper life' could you have when you're only as intelligent as an animal?
Der DWSage: What sort of use to society could they be?
Der DWSage: Aside from being a pet-which I wouldn't condone myself, but couldn't blame others for doing-their only use would be for their parts. I feel no more sympathy for them than I would a cow.
Lithaladhwen: (Cows are tasty.)
Lithaladhwen: (Hindu cows are hilarious, but also tasty.)
PapatymisonN: ... still don't like the smell of it.
Der DWSage: That's because you're being blinded by emotion, rather than logic.
PapatymisonN: Yup.
Lithaladhwen: (Blind him with logic, small one!)
Lithaladhwen: (Or better yet, with Science!)
Der DWSage: *Takes down a book on golem making* I'm simply trying to keep intelligent beings-dragons, people, and the rest-from being slaughtered in the place of the unintelligent ones that are unable to contribute to society.
DeathRaySpleen: (*sigh* Sorry. Can't get into this well right now.)
DeathRaySpleen: (It's probably the sudden reappearance of my figurin' box.)
Der DWSage: (Ash should totally come in with someone to punch holes in the little man...'s logic.)
Lithaladhwen: (I only have a--- well, Holly would care. And I'm pretty sure that she could take him on.)
PapatymisonN: But... you're condemning them to a ... curtailed life.
Lithaladhwen: (But she requires a lot of energy.)
PapatymisonN: Creating a slave-class.
Lithaladhwen: (And I'm going to bed pretty soon.)
PapatymisonN: You don't find any problems with that?
CGNakibe: (Doesn't Holly DEFINE energy?)
DeathRaySpleen: (Fuck my sister. There's pictures on my computer now.)
Der DWSage: Not when I'm doing it to preserve the ones that have true life and true purpose.
Der DWSage: I would find it distasteful if I were taking an existing set of beings and doing this, yes.
DeathRaySpleen: (I lent her my computer so she'd have it for schoolwork, and she installed LimeWire, AIM, and half a gig of idiot sorority pictures.)
Der DWSage: But creating beings whose sole purpose is to prevent others from being harmed for who they are? Sacrificing my own abilities and magical potential to do so? I don't see a problem with it at all.
PapatymisonN: Realize one thing. ALL beings have true life, and true purpose. It's their right.
Lithaladhwen: (Shaun: She does. And she defines, "no one can fix society so love individuals" hippie bullshit.)
PapatymisonN: You're just choosing who gets to live life to the full, and who doesn't.
Der DWSage: So what is the true purpose of a cow in a pen?
Der DWSage: Haven't you already domesticated them into your 'slave class' so that you can use them solely for food and their physical structure?
PapatymisonN: That's different. That's what Ashura intended for them.
DarkLordKelne: (Hn. Should I?)
PapatymisonN: You're saying you're better than Ashura.
PapatymisonN: Now don't you think that's a BAD idea?
Der DWSage: Who's Ashura?
Der DWSage: Bear with me. I'm new to this planet.
PapatymisonN: The goddess of life.
Der DWSage: Ah, yes. Gods and Goddesses.
PapatymisonN: Yeah. I wouldn't suggest you cross them.
Lithaladhwen: (Actually, this guy should talk to Yadali. Yadali would probably want to eat him.)
Der DWSage: Perhaps your Ashura planted this idea in my head in the first place, to prevent loss of life to her true creations?
PapatymisonN: I doubt it.
PapatymisonN: Highly.
Der DWSage: So do I. But can you prove me wrong without talking to her directly?
Der DWSage: (Dude, this guy would totally be a snack for Yadi. :{ )
PapatymisonN: There's a temple out west. 3 days ride.
PapatymisonN: Are you interested?
Lithaladhwen: (He'd be a little snack of wiseass jerky.)
Der DWSage: Not particularly. No offense, but I'm not going to give this up just because a God on one little planet has a problem with me doing it.
Der DWSage: (*Waves the 'Strike me down now, Gods!' flag*)
DarkLordKelne: *It would appear that somebody is listening in on this conversation. A tall man, with blue coat, blonde hair, and an expression of annoyance on his face.*
BaronDeMalta: (What gen?)
Der DWSage: (Foist.)
PapatymisonN: I appreciate your motivation, but... I'd find another planet to do it on, really.
PapatymisonN: Won't go over well here.
Lithaladhwen: (Ohshits Kelne.)
DarkLordKelne: Better yet, give the idea up entirely. You'll live longer.
PapatymisonN: What he said.
Der DWSage: Mm. That's why I'm not applying the craft, only gathering your knowledge. You have some fantastic mages here...hm?
Der DWSage: *Looks over to the man!* Another religious person?
DarkLordKelne: No. As long as they don't bother me, I don't bother them.
Der DWSage has left the room.
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Der DWSage: Hm. So why the threat and slash or warning?
Der DWSage: (Last line seen was DarkLordKelne: No. As long as they don't bother me, I don't bother them. )
DarkLordKelne: I object on the grounds of the blatant stupidity of the whole idea.
Lithaladhwen: (You missed nothing.)
Der DWSage: Please, expand. I always enjoy a good debate.
DeathRaySpleen: (I gotta go to bed anyway. I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS THAT ARE WORSHIPPED THAT THE NEXT TIME I RP WILL BE BETTER.)
PapatymisonN: (Thank you.)
Lithaladhwen: (Marduk is gonna hold you to that.)
PapatymisonN: (Night.)
Der DWSage: (All of them strike you down. Simultaneously. Even the God of Apathy.)
PapatymisonN: (*sneaks off to get pseudo-calzone*)
DarkLordKelne: Let's review. You intend to create beings largely indistinguishable from humans, save for lack of intelligence?
Lithaladhwen: (The God of Apathy just goes last.)
Der DWSage: Or other races, yes. Honestly, I was thinking of doing it solely for races that are harvested for their components.
DeathRaySpleen: (Incidentally: I don't know when, but soon I'll be switching to the screenname "Deus Fio".)
DeathRaySpleen: (Keep it in mind.)
DarkLordKelne: You do realise that as things stand, nobody harvests intelligent races for their components anyway.
DarkLordKelne: Or at least, nobody I care to associate with.
Der DWSage: I'll let that comment slide for now, but go on.
DarkLordKelne: Let's assume you successfully create a market. How, exactly, does one tell the difference between 'components' harvested from one of your mindless drones and a thinking person?
Der DWSage: The only thing I can think of is magical branding.
DarkLordKelne: Which can't be faked because....?
DeathRaySpleen has left the room.
Der DWSage: Point granted. Go ahead.
DarkLordKelne: Which is cheaper, getting eyes from one of your drones or killing some poor sod and taking his? After all, the buyer has no reason to suspect that these organs come from anything other than a legitimate source.
DarkLordKelne: *There is just a faint trace of sarcasm here*
Der DWSage: You have a very valid point there. However, I can think of three countermeasures.
Der DWSage: Aside from 'Law enforcement catches him doing this.'
DarkLordKelne: *Inclines his head slightly*
Der DWSage: The first is magical branding, which may raise the price of killing the 'poor sod' as you so delicately put it, to first discover and second replicate the effects of my drones.
Der DWSage: After all, they would have to buy, study, and invest many man-hours to to discover how to replicate it, even if they're a mage in the first place.
Der DWSage: The second is checking your source. I would think that any who buy these items would be required, by law, to go to the source. Of course, the black market wouldn't care a bit either way, but I'm at a loss as to how to solve crime.
DarkLordKelne: And the third?
Lithaladhwen: (I'm tempted to drag in poor Shakti.)
Der DWSage: And now that I realize it, such a thing could only be done a few times, at most, before you manage to get caught. People tend to notice when there's a sudden influx of dragonscale alongside a crime wave of dragon murders.
PapatymisonN: I'm still QUITE sure the wrath of at least ONE of the deities would put the kibosh on this.
PapatymisonN: (Also: there's no way in hell the King will let this kind of thing be legal.)
DarkLordKelne: Oh, I'm certain anyone stupid enough to try it on dragons deserves whatever they get. But we were speaking of humans.
Lithaladhwen: *a book slams shut just beyond the row of bookshelves*
PapatymisonN: (Unless he was overruled by the Senate. Which I doubt.)
PapatymisonN: ... huh.
Der DWSage: But yes, the third. The third is to modify the type of magic branding so that it automatically contacts either me or one of my-I would insist on debating them first-associates, along with a serial number of some sort on the organ.
Lithaladhwen: *A tan-skinned woman in this sari with purple hair turns the corner, huge book in hand*
Der DWSage: Once they're called and the organ isn't found in the database, everything goes to hell.
Der DWSage: (=D I know. Which is part of why I have so much fun playing this slightly demented character.)
Lithaladhwen: ...Is the tiny bastard the one with the crazy plan?
PapatymisonN: That'd be him.
Der DWSage: Granted, bribery could still take place. But that makes the entire thing much more tricky, and...I'd prefer to not be called a bastard, miss.
DarkLordKelne: So, essentially, you're saying people won't do this because it's difficult?
Lithaladhwen: You're a tiny crazy fuck?
Der DWSage: Sure, why not?
PapatymisonN: *chuckles quietly*
Lithaladhwen: Okay. Tiny crazy fuck it is.
Der DWSage: However, my parents knew each other quite well, and were married long before I was born.
Der DWSage: If I'm going to be labelled, at least do it correctly.
Lithaladhwen: *shooing motion* I'll say something when you've finished vomiting logic.
DarkLordKelne: As long as there's profit in it, you can find someone who'll do damn near anything.
DarkLordKelne: Witness yourself.
Der DWSage: This is true.
PapatymisonN: Also: do you really want to ENCOURAGE people to be organ pirates?
PapatymisonN: I mean, even ONE person harmed thanks to this is too much!
Lithaladhwen: (Kelne wins the title Captain Logic.)
Der DWSage: IM:I'm sure they said the same thing when someone first tried medicine to heal them.
Der DWSage: IM:Granted, early medicine isn't that great in any world.
DarkLordKelne: As things stand, if somebody's trying to sell eyes, we can be damned sure it's illegal. If you start doing it through legal means, doubt enters the equation.
Lithaladhwen: (*laugh*)
Lithaladhwen: IM: This guy is good.
Der DWSage: *Nod* Granted. This is why I'd have to put some strong thoughts into doing it with any truly sentient race. I would prefer to start with either those that are rare, or those that are dangerous.
Lithaladhwen: *imagines a marketsquare full of dismembered organs and people-bits*
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
Der DWSage: *To Daen'jr* This is a much better debate than what you tried. Beat me down with logic instead of emotion.
CGNakibe: (We need to get Kelne to promise that his Logic Powers won't be used for Evil.)
DarkLordKelne: (brb)
Der DWSage: (Too late, methinks.)
PapatymisonN: I speak from my heart most days.
Der DWSage: (...See? He's already gone to commit evil acts of logic.)
CGNakibe: (Hey, it was worth a shot.)
Lithaladhwen: You speak from your ass today. All touchy-feely nonsense about the value of life. If he cared, he'd care already.
Der DWSage: IM:Note to self. Do not annoy this woman unless I really mean to.
Lithaladhwen: (All things annoy this woman.)
PapatymisonN: Hey. There IS value in life, y'know. Kind of part of my job to think so...?
Lithaladhwen: (Except goats and angry chocobo fighting-cocks.)
PapatymisonN: *tugs on the robe*
Der DWSage: I agree that there is value in intelligent life.
PapatymisonN: And that's where we diverge.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, don't get me started on the religion shit. You'll get that later when it's my turn to vomit logic.
Der DWSage: (What about goats fighting angry chocobo-fighting cocks?)
Lithaladhwen: (That would be peachy keen.)
PapatymisonN: (... Shakti enters nirvana on that day.)
Der DWSage: (*Laughs*)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, basically. She somehow finds enlightenment in it.)
Der DWSage: >_> Anyway.
PapatymisonN: Anyway...
PapatymisonN: Bad. Idea.
PapatymisonN: Leave it at that, small man.
Der DWSage: I think that with three people going against me, it's only fair that all of your views are laid on the table. Miss, your turn to use a logical club against me.
DarkLordKelne: *Rolls his eyes*
Lithaladhwen: Hey. I haven't turned against you.
Lithaladhwen: I'm only turning a little.
CGNakibe: (Hzar: Good. Idea. *CLUB*)
Der DWSage: Fair enough.
Lithaladhwen: From what I'm hearing, your view is the logical conclusion our culture is headed for what with domestication of animals and all that good shit.
Der DWSage: (Lackey:*Uses a two-element spell, blows Hzar's mind. Despite everything*)
Lithaladhwen: Yes?
Der DWSage: ...Slightly more complicated than that, but you get the main gist.
Lithaladhwen: I oversimplify. You'll pick this up very quickly. When I talk about stuff, things become simpler than back when they were their original shit.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway.
KnightsofSquare has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: My problem is that you shouldn't ever take an idea to its logical conclusion. And here's why I think that.
Der DWSage: *Listens intently!*
Lithaladhwen: Say a religion carries the general view that it can do more good for the hearts and souls of all who live than others, and that it is their job to provide this service.
Der DWSage: (Holy shit it's a Dia and/or Mike!)
Lithaladhwen: It is their sacred duty to give this opportunity to as many people as they can.
Lithaladhwen: Sounds nice.
Lithaladhwen: Sounds friendly and keen.
Lithaladhwen: Would you guess that its logical conclusion would be the kidnapping, torture and murder of thousands of people?
Lithaladhwen: No. Because the end conclusion of any train of logic is pretty much never going to look like what you started with.
Lithaladhwen: Which means that it'll become totally unrecognizable.
DarkLordKelne: *Gives Shakti a considering look*
Lithaladhwen: Which means you can't use the original logic to justify it anymore.
Lithaladhwen: So quit talking about cows.
Lithaladhwen: Cripes.
PapatymisonN: ... ... I like you.
Lithaladhwen: ....Yeah, whatever. You do that.
Der DWSage: We''re going beyond the basic levels of 'it's just wrong for some reason, I don't know why.' I greatly approve, miss.
Lithaladhwen: My name is Shakti. The only people who call me "miss" are hiring my friends for sex.
Der DWSage: *Leans against a bookcase, just because!* Fair enough. I'm Lackey, in case you missed it earlier.
DarkLordKelne: IM: Note to self - Do not use titles with this woman.
Lithaladhwen: ....*laughs at him*
Der DWSage: *Nonplussed at the laughter!*
PapatymisonN: Thanks. Couldn't take it seriously myself.
DarkLordKelne: *Rolls his eyes* And I thought the stupid variety were bad.
Der DWSage: Yes, well, that's because you haven't read the story I got it from. In any case.
DarkLordKelne: At least they don't think they're intelligent.
DarkLordKelne: IM: Oh, gods. Does this mean there are more of him?
Der DWSage: (Bah. A quick moment, folks.)
Lithaladhwen: (Just a note for chat. I like the word "trousers.")
CGNakibe: (And not "pantaloons"?)
PapatymisonN: (*gives his, in thanks*)
Lithaladhwen: (No. Though go out a layer and I advocate petticoats.)
PapatymisonN: (And... skorts?)
Lithaladhwen: (Imbesi's Law of the Conservation of Filth - In order for something to become clean, something else must become dirty.)
Lithaladhwen: (I like skorts.)
CGNakibe: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: (and... cargoes?)
Lithaladhwen: (Yes. Because it rhymes with hoes.)
CGNakibe: (And since I haven't seared mental eyes yet... down with pants! eVe)
Der DWSage: (Back!)
Der DWSage: (Up with pantaloons!)
CGNakibe: (UP WITH KILTS. >:P)
Der DWSage: (PANTALOONS.)
Der DWSage: (Or in a pinch, skorts.)
CGNakibe: (Pinchy skorts? Fascinating.)
PapatymisonN: (Up with promiscuity!)
CGNakibe: (No thanks, Cha. That's later. >:P)
Lithaladhwen: (Not with Shakti it ain't. Up with kukri!)
CGNakibe: (Myrnal: Knives, yo.)
Lithaladhwen: (Damn straight. Though not really.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. Can we RP now?)
PapatymisonN: (It was supposed to be a "quick moment"...)
Lithaladhwen: (Fuck it.)
PapatymisonN: (Take the lead.)
Lithaladhwen: So. Do you have any way of justifying your whole enterprise without the use of the cow anecdotes?
Der DWSage: Offhand, no. Could I think of one if I were to take the time? Certainly.
DarkLordKelne: Do bear in mind that we've only begun to scratch the surface of things that could go horribly wrong.
Lithaladhwen: You should do that. Because right now you're trying to convince an anthropologist that it's always right to carry things through to their conclusions.
Lithaladhwen: And yeah. What the guy said about things also applies.
Lithaladhwen: *nods to Kelne*
PapatymisonN: ... anyone up for getting hammered?
Der DWSage: I like you two. You actually think, unlike the cattle in so many other places.
PapatymisonN: Not that many religions are against that.
Lithaladhwen: That's because I'm not a cow you fucking midget.
PapatymisonN: And minotaurs.
Lithaladhwen: I'm a person.
Der DWSage: You know what I meant and I know it.
Lithaladhwen: Whatever. And seriously. Random request for booze. What the hell, man?
DarkLordKelne: You, on the other hand, don't seem to think.
PapatymisonN: Part of my charm. And do you object?
PapatymisonN: *to Shakti*
Lithaladhwen: I don't drink much. But I guess I could use a break from clerical work.
PapatymisonN: Good. IH it is. *heads for the exit*
Der DWSage: IM:I'll have to come back to this world at some point.
Lithaladhwen: ...*shoves her book into her backpack and follows*
PapatymisonN: *back to purple hair*
PapatymisonN: It was Shakti, right?
Der DWSage: *With the book-and a levitation spell to catapult himself so that he can be seen above the desk again-he heads to the librarian to check out the book!* I think. It's just that I don't spend time thinking how to convince normals.
DarkLordKelne: *Considers the merits of sticking around arguing with the deranged lunatic, then falls in with the others*
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. It is.
PapatymisonN: *offers hand* Daenj'r.
Lithaladhwen: You weren't trying to convince anyone here, Lackey. You were rambling and so were we. No one learned anything.
Lithaladhwen: *shakes* Hey.
Lithaladhwen: So you a religious whacko or what?
PapatymisonN: Eh. Close enough.
Der DWSage: *And he heads off on his own seperate way!*
Lithaladhwen: Because I'm asking at this stage in my life before I run off with people.
Der DWSage: (I think I'll head to bed. Appreciated, folks!)
Lithaladhwen: (Night, Sage!)
Lithaladhwen: (Much fun was had!)
PapatymisonN: I'm not a BAD religious whacko.
DarkLordKelne: (Night.)
PapatymisonN: (Sleep well.)
Lithaladhwen: They all say that.
Der DWSage: (Indeed! I need to make more skewed views for him to have and debate.)
DarkLordKelne: IM: It'll all end in mobs with pitchforks. Truly one of the great levellers of society.
Lithaladhwen: Seriously. Every one I've met.
Lithaladhwen: People who claim to be good are trouble every time.
Der DWSage: (Sorune:...I at least said I used to be a bad religious whacko.)
Lithaladhwen: So. What makes you so sure you aren't one of the bad ones?
PapatymisonN: ... cuz I'm going to buy you booze?
Lithaladhwen: (He did. And he gets points for that in Shakti's mind. And for being a fellow nerd.)
Der DWSage: (...Alcohol. Another great equalizer.)
Lithaladhwen: You're not buying me anything. People don't buy me drinks.
Lithaladhwen: I buy drinks with people.
PapatymisonN: ... cuz I OFFERED to buy you booze?
Lithaladhwen: That's fair. It's a good thing to do.
PapatymisonN: There you go.
Lithaladhwen: Unless you wanted to rob me or rape me.
Lithaladhwen: Then it's bad again.
PapatymisonN: Eh. Got my wife to do that to ME.
Lithaladhwen: Ah. Good.
PapatymisonN: Crazy jester lady. Met 'er?
Lithaladhwen: ...Oh. The one time. We hated a priest. We bonded. We never saw each other again.
DarkLordKelne: IM: Well, at least he's able to joke about the religious loony bit. Always a good sign.
PapatymisonN: See? She's met everyone in the damn city...
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Lithaladhwen: Maybe. Though I keep someone else around for that. Good informants lead me to other folk I can harass.
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PapatymisonN: Well, got one more.
Lithaladhwen: I guess.
Lithaladhwen: Though right now I'm pretty busy. I've got my own project, a collaborative project that attempts to explain the nature of the universe, and then work editing someone else's notes.
PapatymisonN: Good luck on that. I hear the universe doesn't like to talk much about it's nature.
Lithaladhwen: So I think before I take on anything else, I'm at least going to finish explaining the universe.
PapatymisonN: Just something you don't ask a lady.
Lithaladhwen: It's this whole "theory of parallelism" thing. Should be kind of interesting. Maybe I'll bring a copy here.
Lithaladhwen: Some planes bleed into others, similarities rub off, stuff happens with shit, and parallelism.
Lithaladhwen: That's the short version.
DarkLordKelne: I tend to favour the 'stuff happens' hypothesis myself.
Lithaladhwen: It's the good part, really.
PapatymisonN: *the IH is arrived at*
DarkLordKelne: The long version is 'stuff happens, then it all goes horribly wrong.'
Lithaladhwen: *laughs really hard* Well, I can go with that.
PapatymisonN: I can't. Stuff goes horribly wrong cuz you let it BE horribly wrong. Alllll about mindset. Lemons to lemonade.
Lithaladhwen: I mean, similar things go wrong in different planes, and there's got to be a reason.
Lithaladhwen: Says you, Daenj'r.
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PapatymisonN: Yep.
Lithaladhwen: I say things naturally tend toward wrong. Everything else is salvage work.
Lithaladhwen: You grab what you can before the cosmos goes to hell.
DarkLordKelne: Definitely falls in line with my world view.
PapatymisonN: Well, there you go. Lemons to lemonade.
Lithaladhwen: *nods to Kelne* It works. Happiness, wealth, whatever. Get it before it goes.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, but even lemonade eventually becomes piss.
Lithaladhwen: And that's worse than lemons.
PapatymisonN: People trapped in the far north can drink their piss to stay alive.
PapatymisonN: Even THAT'S got its use.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah? So drink piss instead of booze tonight. Tell me which you like better.
Lithaladhwen: Consider it a formal request.
DarkLordKelne: I think the morale there is 'don't get trapped in the far north'.
PapatymisonN: ... *goes to the bar* Bartender, your cheapest beer, please...
PapatymisonN: *turns back to Shakti* Two birds with one stone. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: ...You win this round.
PapatymisonN: *drinks his awful beer* To your health.
DarkLordKelne: *Shakes his head and orders tea for himself*
CGNakibe: (Imported straight from America!. >:{{{)
Lithaladhwen: *glass of... holy shit... is that milk?*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Just to be contrary.
PapatymisonN: So where you from, Shakti?
Lithaladhwen: The asscrack of the universe. You?
PapatymisonN: Ten blocks east.
Lithaladhwen: Slightly better. From what I've seen. But only slightly.
PapatymisonN: Got that right.
Lithaladhwen: Fewer witch-burnings, but about the same general level of asscrackery.
PapatymisonN: I hear we burn EFFIGIES of witches instead... have to look into that.
Lithaladhwen: *drains half the glass of milk in one go* Shit. Milk is good.
DarkLordKelne: I've always favoured burning whoever started the whole vicious cycle, myself.
PapatymisonN: So... everyone?
Lithaladhwen: Well, in my case you'd have to burn some thousand-years-dead crucified guy.
Lithaladhwen: But if you're up to it, be my guest.
Lithaladhwen: I don't know how to fix Daenj'r neighborhood.
Lithaladhwen: *Daenj'r's
DarkLordKelne: Anyone who tries anything in front of me, anyway. I'm only one man.
PapatymisonN: (For her, 1500 years, more like.)
Lithaladhwen: (She is the master of imprecision and vaguery.)
PapatymisonN: And you fix my neighbourhood by cleansing it of gangs.
DarkLordKelne: So if this guy's zombie turns up, just let me know.
PapatymisonN: Then, gardens.
PapatymisonN: *drinks*
PapatymisonN: (GREAT ZOMBIE JESUS!)
DarkLordKelne: (On a pogo stick.)
Lithaladhwen: I don't know if I've killed any of yours, but the general Doman population is down a little. I didn't kill most of them, but my friends did because... well, because I didn't.
PapatymisonN: More worship of Ashura.
Lithaladhwen: ....
DarkLordKelne: IM: Y'know, I swear I've heard that accent somewhere before.
Lithaladhwen: You're not getting me into your crazy religion thing.
Lithaladhwen: It's enough that I have to hear her name all the time around the house. *eyeroll*
PapatymisonN: I'll get by on my own, don't worry.
PapatymisonN: Wait... I've heard about you...
PapatymisonN: You're in the slums "house"?
Lithaladhwen: I live in Jeri's house.
Lithaladhwen: There are other houses.
Lithaladhwen: But that one is mine.
PapatymisonN: That's what I thought.
PapatymisonN: Just got off on a murder charge, huh? Good for you...
Lithaladhwen: How the fuck do you people hear about this shit? Took my brother more than a day to catch on, and he's a damn guardsman.
PapatymisonN: Word travels in the church.
Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. Gossipy whores.
PapatymisonN: *shrugs* Word just... gets around. That's about all.
Lithaladhwen: *shrug* I guess I should expect them to talk. A couple of them got kind of roughed up over the whole mess.
Lithaladhwen: Namely Jeri, and I think that freaked them out the most.
PapatymisonN: (That house should have a resident white mage...)
DarkLordKelne: *Simply listening at this point*
Lithaladhwen: (Shakti technically heals, and Tassi's in charge of their wards. Other than that, probably yes.)
PapatymisonN: Glad it all worked out.
DarkLordKelne: (Jazz: So you're volunteering, hun? e.e)
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. People who are dead that I don't like. The people I do like... are still doing their thing, whatever their things may be.
PapatymisonN: (Dae: No... just saying... <.<)
PapatymisonN: (IM: *SECRET FANTASYquelled*)
DarkLordKelne: Best you can hope for, really.
Lithaladhwen: Damn right.
Lithaladhwen: Who are you, by the way. I didn't bother to ask.
DarkLordKelne: Kelne. *extends a hand to shake*
Lithaladhwen: *takes* Shakti, as you probably heard. Good to meet you. I'm pretty certain you aren't a total dumbfuck.
Lithaladhwen: I don't decide this often.
PapatymisonN: I at least don't get TOTAL, right?
Lithaladhwen: You're a religious whacko. That makes you just intelligent enough to be dangerous and just enough of a dumbfuck that you need supervision.
DarkLordKelne: I do believe I'm suitably flattered.
Lithaladhwen: And hey. I've found roughly three certifiably sharp beings since I've gotten here. You're one.
Lithaladhwen: You may also be a total asshole; I haven't decided. But that matters less.
PapatymisonN: *chuckle* They always go for the bad boys...
DarkLordKelne: *Grins slightly* Only if I have cause.
Lithaladhwen: I'll have you know I'm not on the market, Mister Married Whacko.
Lithaladhwen: Not my game. The dating thing.
Lithaladhwen: So Kelne is safe from Shakti.
PapatymisonN: (Dae: I USED to be a bad boy... <.<)
Lithaladhwen: (I don't think they'd have gotten along.)
DarkLordKelne: Excellent. It's nice to know I'm safe from somebody, at least. Even if it's only in the dating department.
Lithaladhwen: *laugh*
Lithaladhwen: I'm romantically harmless, I promise.
PapatymisonN: (Neither do I. But a fella likes attention, is all...)
Lithaladhwen: No one has been subjected to my womanly wiles in years.
PapatymisonN: ... I envy and fear for the man you set your sights on...
Lithaladhwen: That's a bizarre combination. I don't think I want context for either emotion.
PapatymisonN: You can survive without that information, yes. *drink*
Lithaladhwen: *drains her glass* Well. I always enjoy meeting faithnuts who don't want me dead, and guys with fully-functioning higher reasoning. Today has been good.
Lithaladhwen: But I think I need to head home.
DarkLordKelne: Rightho. See you around, Shakti.
Lithaladhwen: *drops a couple gil on the table for her drink, hefts her bag onto one shoulder and gives a little salute to the gents before heading out*
Lithaladhwen: </Shakti>
PapatymisonN: (... I should sleep. Work tomorrow, and all)
DarkLordKelne: </RP then, methinks.>
Lithaladhwen: </RP!>
Lithaladhwen: Font!
Lithaladhwen: Wow. That was fun. I didn't intend to get into an RP tonight, but Kelne and his seductive bastardry lured me in.
DarkLordKelne: I myself just couldn't resist poking holes in someone's argument.
PapatymisonN: And, like usual, my character blustered in with flimsy facts.
Lithaladhwen: Someone needed to, and you/Teh Kelne did a brilliantly entertaining job.
PapatymisonN: Just like I do in real life! *thumbs up*
Lithaladhwen: XD
Lithaladhwen: But just like in real life, somehow nobody really minds.
Lithaladhwen: I'd like to meet someone you've pissed off, ever.
Lithaladhwen: For my own amusement.
Lithaladhwen: I require sleep as well, since I may go to Italian tomorrow morning.
PapatymisonN: Oh! Cranky lesbian at work!
PapatymisonN: I piss her off all the time!
Lithaladhwen: Oh, you do that by having a Y chromosome. Doesn't count.
PapatymisonN: Cuz she brings out my cocky S.O.B. side.
Lithaladhwen: They do that.
PapatymisonN: Indeed.
PapatymisonN: And yes, go sleep.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. Interesting people abounded tonight, and for that I thank my fellow RPers.
Lithaladhwen: Good shit, y'all.
PapatymisonN: *bows* Anytime, milady.
DarkLordKelne: Night, people.
PapatymisonN: Night.
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