You have just entered room "deadlydeathstuff."
Lithaladhwen: (I only need to borrow James for a moment. Few minutes, probably.)
PapatymisonN: (Take all the time you need.)
Arch mage144: (Of course.)
Arch mage144: <James Silvar, at your service>
Lithaladhwen: <Hideki Shigetomi, and presumably I don't need a link to an image.>
PapatymisonN: (Nein.)
Arch mage144: *James is presently hanging out at the JD, despite how often he whines about the JD being a boring place to hang out*
PapatymisonN: (*lurku*)
Arch mage144: *today he is drinking a whiskey and soda water and muttering to himself*
Arch mage144: IM: Man, you'd think moving in with a girl would make my life more exciting.
Arch mage144: IM: Totally wrong.
Arch mage144: IM: I still do the same damn things, except that sometimes I clean under the couch.
Arch mage144: IM: Cleaning under the couch at home would be excessive and unnecessary.
Lithaladhwen: *A rather familiar Nekojin opens the door and his doberman sits just inside the doorway, politely waiting for her master to finish his business.*
LovelyJester has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: *He crosses his arms and nods to James, looking rather aggravated to even be here.*
Arch mage144: *looks over at Hideki and grins a James grin*
Arch mage144: Hideki, you crawled out of the gutter to come visit me!
Lithaladhwen: *sighs an incredibly patient sigh, still looking rather cross*
Lithaladhwen: James. Great to see you as always. I have a question.
Arch mage144: Yeah? What knowledge do you seek, o student of the Mistress of Blades, that your sensei cannot provide?
Lithaladhwen: *damned if those ears don't want so badly to flatten right back against Hideki's head* Nothing she can't provide. But I want to know what you can tell me about Dawn Valerian.
Arch mage144: *blinks*
Arch mage144: About what?
Lithaladhwen: ... Yeah, I think that's my answer. Listen.
Lithaladhwen: If you think of anything... let me know. *flicks a piece of paper over onto James' table*
Lithaladhwen: I'm renting an apartment in town.
Arch mage144: ...are you, now?
Arch mage144: *picks up the paper idly, not like it's important--it was given to him by Hideki, after all--and shoves it into his pocket nonchalantly*
Lithaladhwen: *scowls* So you'll contact me.
Arch mage144: I'll contact you if I find anything out, sure.
Arch mage144: Is this something important to you? *quirks an eyebrow*
Lithaladhwen: It's not important right now. You'd know if it was, and if it becomes important... well, you'll be the first to know.
Arch mage144: IM: That's fucking cryptic.
Arch mage144: IM: This is like talking to a puzzle box that always lies except if it's telling the truth, which is sometimes happening if you're...
Arch mage144: IM: ...wait, where was I going with that?
Arch mage144: Uh. Right.
Lithaladhwen: Good. S'all I wanted. I'll be around if you think of anything.
Arch mage144: Sure.
Arch mage144: *blinks, slightly confused*
Arch mage144: *James's hair even wavers slightly, as though it too feels uncertain*
Lithaladhwen: *turns and leaves, his dog following him*
Lithaladhwen: </Hideki>
PapatymisonN: *in the same bar sits a nekojin, orange, overweight, wearing a gray jumpsuit with a STRANGE device on his back*
Arch mage144: IM: What the fuck, man?
Arch mage144: IM: That was fucking weird.
PapatymisonN: *he's quite hungrily eating a plate of lasagna*
Arch mage144: *pulls the note out, reads*
Lithaladhwen: (See? Toldja it'd be short. That's all I needed for Hideki.)
Arch mage144: IM: ...his address.
Arch mage144: IM: What the fuck, man!?
PapatymisonN: (Cool. And nice location choice, as it's a great segue!)
Arch mage144: *downs the remainder of his booze and slumps over on the counter, flicking his wings agitatedly*
PapatymisonN: *this is where Zea was told to come for her lesson*
Lithaladhwen: (I see! She's pretty good about arriving for those... so....)
Lithaladhwen: *That girl you all know decides to stop by as requested, since she's gotten well used to being told to meet people in places for reasons unexplained.*
Lithaladhwen: *waves to James*
PapatymisonN: *oh, one last thing... he has the image of a crimson scythe on the shoulder of his suit...*
Arch mage144: IM: Now that's ominous.
Lithaladhwen: IM: That looks important. Could my lesson be large and orange in nature?
Lithaladhwen: IM: And kind of fuzzy.
PapatymisonN: *gulp... munch... gobble...*
Lithaladhwen: *sighs* Hey James. I think I have to talk to the guy with the huge symbol of my god on his suit. Hang out in a moment?
PapatymisonN: *drinking some water... thank goodness, he might choke otherwise*
PapatymisonN: IM: I wonder when she's gonna get here... Jethro said she'd be here by now.
PapatymisonN: IM: Oh well. If she doesn't show, I can justkeep putting lasagna on the Boss' tab...
Arch mage144: Huh?
Arch mage144: Oh, yeah.
Arch mage144: ...he's your boss's representative, right?
Lithaladhwen: *brief salute to James* Yeah, I don't know.
Lithaladhwen: *approaches and taps the man on the shoulder* How's the pasta tonight?
Arch mage144: Sure, we'll hang later. Maybe I'll buy you a drink. *waves nonchalantly*
PapatymisonN: Mm?
Arch mage144: IM: So there's that whole thing her mom suggested.
PapatymisonN: >o.o< Oh! Good!
PapatymisonN: You're her?
Arch mage144: IM: Will she be more amenable to that if I buy her a drink first?
Lithaladhwen: I'm Zea. Is that good enough?
Arch mage144: IM: ...or maybe take her father's approach and buy several...
PapatymisonN: Yup. Ready to go?
Arch mage144: IM: *continues this train of thought for a while*
PapatymisonN: *pushes his plate away and stands*
Lithaladhwen: Sure. *glances over her shoulder at James* Is this super-confidential training secret business, or what?
PapatymisonN: *it says Zelorno on his jumpsuit, sewn in in red over a black badge*
PapatymisonN: ... well... no, I GUESS not... but...
Lithaladhwen: IM: I think it would be nice having someone else there every now and again. I'm always fucking terrified of doing something wrong when everyone is always telling me how high their expectations are.
PapatymisonN: *w* Wouldn't really want Ells seeing what we're gonna see...
Lithaladhwen: *w* Ells?
PapatymisonN: *w* You know... *even quieter* the living...
Lithaladhwen: ...e_e
Lithaladhwen: *w* You want to know a secret, sir?
Lithaladhwen: *even quieter whisper* I'm still alive.
PapatymisonN: *w* I know...
Lithaladhwen: *w* Maybe I shouldn't see this, then.
PapatymisonN: *w* But you've still seen more than most living people have, right?
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs and continues the lowvoice thing* I can't speak for anyone else. I think anybody dedicated enough could have surmised most of what I've been told. As for what I've seen.... if it were important to them they would have.
Lithaladhwen: (Random guy: *has aroused the Sass of Necromancer*)
PapatymisonN: *continues too* It's not about secrecy...
PapatymisonN: *w* It's about horror. >o_o<
PapatymisonN: *w* I wouldn't want them seeing it because it'd probably scar them till they came into our offices...
Lithaladhwen: *facepalm*
Lithaladhwen: *w* I remain unscarrable. I guess it probably won't be much worse than what I've done in my basement for the past few years. Fine. We'll go do your secret horrifying things alone.
PapatymisonN: *w* ... you'll see what I mean when we get there.
Lithaladhwen: *sigh*
PapatymisonN: *back to normal!* >^_^< My chariot's outside. Let's go...
Lithaladhwen: See you later James. I have to go witness the horrifying secrets of my future trade now.
Arch mage144: Sure, sure.
PapatymisonN: *slightly waddling to the door*
Arch mage144: I bet death is awful and I want no part of it anyway.
Arch mage144: *smirking*
Lithaladhwen: Not touching that. *smirks back*
Lithaladhwen: *heads out with that guy*
Lithaladhwen: So. Zelorno. That you, or something much darker and more horrifying.
PapatymisonN: ... uh? Oh. That's my last name.
PapatymisonN: Call me Murray.
PapatymisonN: *the chariot is parked there, four wheeled, white with red accents... two white chocobos are pulling it...*
Lithaladhwen: All right, Murray. And you already know who I am. *muttered* Like everyone else, apparently.
PapatymisonN: Eh. Don't worry about it. Just comes with bein' rare.
PapatymisonN: *hops in, takes the reins*
Lithaladhwen: *follows*
Lithaladhwen: Seems like I'm always following somebody somewhere with no explanations.
PapatymisonN: *there are handrails*
PapatymisonN: Would you rather go with people you know, but don't like?
Lithaladhwen: I... don't see how that question is relevant. I never know where we're going or why. I guess the answer is maybe... yeah. At least then I'd know what to expect.
PapatymisonN: OK.
PapatymisonN: ... trust me, hold on.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Note to self. Maintain some standards of clarity when I get through all this.
Lithaladhwen: ...*does so*
PapatymisonN: *cracks the reins...*
PapatymisonN: *and ZOOOM!*
PapatymisonN: We gotta go fast. We need to be in Nekonia in... twenty minutes.
Lithaladhwen: Whatever you say.
Lithaladhwen: *damn does she ever hold on*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Twenty minutes?
Lithaladhwen: Impressive chocobo. Those standard issue?
PapatymisonN: ... you're kiddin', right? >^_^<
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, actually. I don't expect crazy mounts like that. More partial to horses myself anyway.
PapatymisonN: Thing about horses is...
PapatymisonN: They die in the desert, they make TERRIBLE sandwiches. *licks his lips*
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
Lithaladhwen: Fair. I suppose if you have reason to be concerned, you should plan ahead.
PapatymisonN: Way I travel, you never know.
PapatymisonN: Man, we're makin' good time... might get there early...
PapatymisonN: Oh. I got you a uniform. *motions to the sack on the floor of the vehicle*
Lithaladhwen: o_o
PapatymisonN: Trust me, you'll need it.
Lithaladhwen: *grabs the sack with slightly uneasy visions of crazy jumpsuits like his*
Lithaladhwen: I trust you at least as much as I trust half my ghosts, and I get along with them just fine.
Lithaladhwen: Aside from occasional possessions, hauntings, and plots to kill me.
Lithaladhwen: Generally things are okay.
PapatymisonN: *within... is a jumpsuit just like his! But in her size! And Mazuo on HER badge!*
Lithaladhwen: Heh.
PapatymisonN: *and... it's a bit heavy...*
PapatymisonN: *FAR too heavy for just a jumpsuit*
Lithaladhwen: So. Why do I need a uniform, and what's so special about it?
PapatymisonN: ... there's goo.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, hell. Question number two, then?
PapatymisonN: Nothing. Just didn't think you'd want to get your clothes dirty.
PapatymisonN: And by dirty, I mean stained beyond hope of cleaning.
Lithaladhwen: Then why not just ask me to bring clothes I don't care about? What's with all the shadowy dramatic sudden-requests-and-demands stuff?
Lithaladhwen: This is really becoming a trend.
PapatymisonN: ... more fun that way. >^_^<
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Okay. Remind me to send you flowers when we get back. I'll tell you what's in them and how I made them after you've had them a month and it's too late.
Lithaladhwen: More fun that way anyway. ^_^
PapatymisonN: Fine by me...
PapatymisonN: *halfway through Forbidden plains by now...*
Lithaladhwen: So, when am I supposed to change? I can't get all naked and hold on to your crazy carriage at the same time.
PapatymisonN: Way we're going, you'll have time when we get there.
Lithaladhwen: Oookay. Good to know.
PapatymisonN: ... so, what's your favourite pasta?
Lithaladhwen: ...I kind of always liked fettucine alfredo. I don't know if I'd call it my favorite. Not a big pasta-eater.
PapatymisonN: I'll have to change your mind on that.
PapatymisonN: Fettucine alfredo's what I call Novice Pasta.
Lithaladhwen: I've always been more of a carnivore.
PapatymisonN: You've never heard of meat sauce? *licks lips again*
PapatymisonN: *passing Laeze Hill*
Lithaladhwen: I have. I just don't like to waste stomach space on mushed up grain. Meat is more satisfying, plus I think I just ate more of it growing up.
Lithaladhwen: Why?
PapatymisonN: Oh, just pointing out that meat and pasta go together like milk and cookies...
Lithaladhwen: (Primary distinction between Zea and apparently all other followers of Reshtaha: ability to ask "why.")
PapatymisonN: Good. We're going to be early...
PapatymisonN: (Murray: Eh. We all ask why. It's just over time, all the why's get answered.)
PapatymisonN: We're just going to this little town on the Cat O' Nine Tails...
Lithaladhwen: (Zea: I'm a scientist. I exist to ask.)
Lithaladhwen: I see.
PapatymisonN: *aaaaaaaaand... they stop JUST on the outskirts of the town*
PapatymisonN: *Murray hands her the bag* Go change in those trees. I won't peek*
PapatymisonN: .
PapatymisonN: *... Zea MUST feel it by now*
Lithaladhwen: Seriously. Remember how I asked you what's so special about the uniform?
PapatymisonN: *when she looks to the town, she feels... like time's running up*
PapatymisonN: *for EVERYONE*
Lithaladhwen: ...Shit. This is going to be big, isn't it?
PapatymisonN: Again, there's goo.
PapatymisonN: ... and yep.
Lithaladhwen: *is now totally distracted*
Lithaladhwen: ...Shit.
Lithaladhwen: ....Yeah. I'll be right back.
Lithaladhwen: *goes to change* IM: This I have to see. It's different, and I need to know.
PapatymisonN: *the reason why the bag seemed overly heavy?*
PapatymisonN: *there was also a strange backpack in there for her too*
PapatymisonN: *and BOOTS!*
Lithaladhwen: *changes quickly*
Lithaladhwen: *checks the backpack*
Lithaladhwen: (So, how big is our kinetic energy twinkie today, Charles?)
PapatymisonN: *it's an odd device, the back pack... it seems to have a detachable ... thing on it, on a cord... roughly parallelogram shaped*
PapatymisonN: (... the size of a house.)
Lithaladhwen: ...*walks out with it* Murray? So. When are we going to get to the "hey, this is what's going down" part of the lesson?
PapatymisonN: *black metal, yet lighter than you'd think... and of course, shoulder straps for ease of use*
PapatymisonN: ... this is what's going down.
PapatymisonN: *time runs out*
PapatymisonN: *... KAVWOOOOOOOOOOSH!*
PapatymisonN: *it's like an energy wave, vicious and ripping, whipped through the town with the mercy of a cobra*
Lithaladhwen: *seems determined to observe this if she can*
Lithaladhwen: IM: What the hell is going on?
PapatymisonN: *you can hear the screams of the townsfolk from there... their flesh is necrotizing while they still live, and they are all dropping and falling...*
PapatymisonN: *within seconds, the entirety of the town is dead*
Lithaladhwen: *head tilt... still watching*
PapatymisonN: ... today, Zea, you learn to deal with massacres.
Lithaladhwen: IM: No wonder he didn't want me to bring James. He's pretty resilient, but I don't think he could take this.
Lithaladhwen: I do, huh. Well, you're the boss.
PapatymisonN: Mm.
PapatymisonN: What you got on your back is your MSC.
PapatymisonN: Multiple Soul Collector.
PapatymisonN: *oh! Durr! there's a gungrip on it! sorry! forgot to mention!*
Lithaladhwen: 'kay.
PapatymisonN: Basically, just point, and fire. *fires off his...*
Lithaladhwen: (What happens if they cross the streams?)
PapatymisonN: *a scythe on the chain pops out of the barrel a few feet, and recoils back*
PapatymisonN: (What streams? ^_^)
Lithaladhwen: ...That's weird.
Lithaladhwen: You know that, right?
PapatymisonN: Weird but effective.
PapatymisonN: It'll snag any soul in its path.
Lithaladhwen: Fair. Weird and effective is the name of the game, after all.
PapatymisonN: Let's go.
PapatymisonN: *heads into town*
Lithaladhwen: *fires hers off experimentally before she goes*
PapatymisonN: *CHIIIIIIIIIIING-shnack!*
PapatymisonN: *seems to work fine.*
Lithaladhwen: Hm. 'kay.
Lithaladhwen: *follows*
PapatymisonN: *all around the town, freshly released souls swirl, erratic, confused*
PapatymisonN: *men, women, children.. all more perplexed than sad*
Lithaladhwen: IM: This looks really familiar. Only.... more recent than I'm used to. The addlebrained dead.
PapatymisonN: *their corpses litter the streets like spilled toys*
Lithaladhwen: Murray? I'm following your lead.
PapatymisonN: ... *takes in a breath*
Lithaladhwen: IM: When He said that I'd have access to plenty of bodies, for some reason it didn't sink in how many in a given day there would potentially be.
PapatymisonN: Let fire! *fires off his weapon, snagging three in one shot*
Lithaladhwen: *watches him, and imitates*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Apparently I'm to spend much of my early career imitating. That's fine. I have some plans that no one else has tried yet.
Lithaladhwen: *fires*
Lithaladhwen: IM: They'll see.
PapatymisonN: (Roll d6 for amount of souls snagged!)
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
PapatymisonN: (That's 2, then. 1 will be a miss.)
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Lithaladhwen: (What is the system you're using? 1d6-1?)
PapatymisonN: (Aye. Just something I came up with now.)
Lithaladhwen: (Cool beans.)
PapatymisonN: (The amount will come in handy later.)
PapatymisonN: *points* Over there!
PapatymisonN: *fires*
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Lithaladhwen: *follows his lead, as specified, and tries to get whatever people he misses or hasn't gotten to yet*
Lithaladhwen: IM: We have to get them all. Otherwise I know exactly how they'll end up.
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
PapatymisonN: Nice...
PapatymisonN: ...
Lithaladhwen: *nods and focuses on getting everyone now*
PapatymisonN: *sees a freakin' SCHOOL worth of ghosts*
PapatymisonN: *takes THREE shots for that*
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 3 6-sided dice: 1 4 3
Lithaladhwen: *glances over* How rapidly can you fire this thing?
PapatymisonN: It's semi auto. Only limited by recoil.
Lithaladhwen: *nods* Well, in the spirit of following your lead....
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 3 6-sided dice: 3 2 1
Lithaladhwen: Hm.
Lithaladhwen: Still faster than one by one.
PapatymisonN: Mm. Keep firing.
Lithaladhwen: *does so*
PapatymisonN: *fires off another three*
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 3 6-sided dice: 4 3 5
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 3 6-sided dice: 1 1 4
PapatymisonN: *the group is taken care of...*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Get them all, or else they'll end up like everyone I knew as a child, like everyone who screams at me in the night. No one else is willing to do anything about it.
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 3 6-sided dice: 2 2 3
Lithaladhwen: (My die roller is lagging, and so is my text.)
PapatymisonN: (No problem.)
Lithaladhwen: (This is irritating. I felt I should mention it.)
PapatymisonN: That's all of them, Zea.
PapatymisonN: Let's get to the town square.
PapatymisonN: It's ground zero.
Lithaladhwen: *nod*
PapatymisonN: *they head to the square... it appears they were putting on a festival*
PapatymisonN: *now it's simply a gravesite*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Well. I'm sure that was a wonderful suprise.
PapatymisonN: *and, near the outskirts, on a stage, stands a HUGE device... *
Lithaladhwen: IM: I guess I'd rather die there than some other places I can imagine. Festivals aren't so bad. Generally.
PapatymisonN: *oh, and there are about 50? ghosts here*
PapatymisonN: Let's get on it!
PapatymisonN: *five shots, in succesion*
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 1 3 3 4
Lithaladhwen: Damn. Five? You weren't kidding.
Lithaladhwen: Huh.
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 5 6-sided dice: 1 6 1 6 5
Lithaladhwen: (A nearly perfectly-average set of rolls.)
Lithaladhwen: (Though that five bumps up the mean. Still weird.)
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 5 6-sided dice: 5 2 1 2 6
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 6 6-sided dice: 1 2 4 3 4 1
PapatymisonN: *cut off that last 1*
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 5 6-sided dice: 1 6 5 2 6
Lithaladhwen: (You're keeping track of numbers. Cut it off yourself. =P )
PapatymisonN: *that's about all of them*
PapatymisonN: (Oh. Roll a d20.)
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Lithaladhwen: (I never know what any of these rolls could possibly be for, like...ever.)
PapatymisonN: *somewhere during the course of the firefight, Zea stepped on a corpse...*
PapatymisonN: *and goo sprayed all over her*
Lithaladhwen: *is sprayed in goo*
Lithaladhwen: So, what. Do they pop or something?
PapatymisonN: Sometimes. This was one of those times.
Lithaladhwen: Do we know what happened here?
PapatymisonN: See THAT thing?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I do. I just don't know what it is.
PapatymisonN: Was SUPPOSED to keep the populace and anyone around here healthy. Regenerate anything in its field that was busted.
PapatymisonN: ... worked backwards, somehow.
Lithaladhwen: That sounded like a terrible plan to begin with, but then again, hindsight and whatnot.
Lithaladhwen: "Hey, let's disrupt the natural order. What could possibly go wrong?"
PapatymisonN: Yeah, I know.
PapatymisonN: ... OK, let's see how many you got...
PapatymisonN: *looks at her pack*
Lithaladhwen: ...*looks as well*
PapatymisonN: *there's a readout*
PapatymisonN: (gimme a sec to do the math)
PapatymisonN: ... sixty one. Not bad.
Lithaladhwen: That okay?
PapatymisonN: You got just slightly more than me, so... yeah.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* Beginner's luck. I tend to do well at things the first time.
Lithaladhwen: We'll see how I do the next time a large-scale massacre occurs.
PapatymisonN: Yeah.
PapatymisonN: Now the "fun" part. *does airquotes*
PapatymisonN: You gotta take those folks to Processing.
Lithaladhwen: Well. Considering I've never processed just one person before, this should be interesting.
Lithaladhwen: If you think I can do it, though... I'll take your word for it.
PapatymisonN: I do.
PapatymisonN: *puts his backpack on the ground*
PapatymisonN: There'll be a door. Processing is just beyond. Put them at ease, and let them know what's going on.
PapatymisonN: Then take them through the door, and get them in line.
PapatymisonN: Don't worry, it goes quick.
Lithaladhwen: If you say so.
Lithaladhwen: *mock Baronian voice*
PapatymisonN: *lifts a panel* I'll see you in Processing.
Lithaladhwen: Everybody please get in queue, alphabetical order, thank you.
Lithaladhwen: *nods* Yeah. Okay. You're the boss.
PapatymisonN: *and promptly, Murray is sucked into the backpack, which falls simply onto the ground*
Lithaladhwen: Freaking crazy boss, but he's the boss.
Lithaladhwen: There'll be a door. A door.
PapatymisonN: *the panel is clearly marked on top of her backpack*
PapatymisonN: *labeled simply Waiting Room*
Lithaladhwen: *using the magic of opposable thumbs, Zea accesses the panel*
PapatymisonN: *when she opens it, she is quickly sucked into the device!*
PapatymisonN: *and is now within a plain, white room*
PapatymisonN: *behind her is a doorknob. Not a door. A doorknob.*
PapatymisonN: *and in front... *
PapatymisonN: *sixty one panicking nekojin*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Oh, crap. Seriously.
Lithaladhwen: (Anybody there who looks central to the crowd? Anybody looking to anyone else for an idea to what the hell is going on?)
PapatymisonN: *there is ONE lady, who's trying to quiet the children, even IF she's got tears running down her face...*
Lithaladhwen: *goes to her immediately and lays a hand on her arm*
PapatymisonN: *jolts at her touch* >o.o,< Wha... who are you? What's going on here?
Lithaladhwen: My name is Zea. I'm here to make sure you guys don't have to be alone right now. Can you keep the children together? I think they'll trust you to do that.
PapatymisonN: *voice quavering* Alright... children... children come here... parents too...
PapatymisonN: +,
Lithaladhwen: Thank you. What's your name, ma'am?
PapatymisonN: Furna... >o.o<
Lithaladhwen: Furna? Okay. Like I said, Furna, my name is Zea. I can tell you a bit about what just happened, but I need you to be calm and listen to me, okay? You guys have to stick together for now, and for that, I need your attention.
PapatymisonN: *everyone slowly starts to gather, little catgirls and boys tug on their parents' index fingers to draw them near*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Okay. Get one to help, then maybe Furna can get more. That is, IF I can keep enough of them calm.
Lithaladhwen: Okay. You remember being at a gathering, a public one, right?
PapatymisonN: *a voice from the back* I was at home...
PapatymisonN: *another* Yea, me too!
Lithaladhwen: Okay. Some of you weren't there, but I know many of you were.
Lithaladhwen: You're familiar with the machine near the center of town, I assume.
PapatymisonN: *general agreement*
PapatymisonN: Furna: ... what went wrong? >o.o<
Lithaladhwen: Near as I can tell, and as far as I've been told, it malfunctioned. There was some sort of energy backlash that hit all around the town.
Lithaladhwen: You still with me?
PapatymisonN: *noddings...*
Lithaladhwen: It was widespread, and it was ...severe.
PapatymisonN: Furna: So... we're...
Lithaladhwen: I mentioned that I'm here right now so that you don't have to be alone, and that's true. I'm here because you're in the middle of a scary transition.
Lithaladhwen: One that you're going to be helped through, I promise.
Lithaladhwen: *nods to Furna* I didn't see any survivors. You're here together, and I need you to stay together so that we can make sure you're sorted out and taken care of.
Lithaladhwen: Are you still with me?
Lithaladhwen: *prepares for panic and general emotional bedlam*
PapatymisonN: Furna: *the horror of what's happened washing over her, she tearfully nods...*
PapatymisonN: *there are some sudden gasps, some children who still don't understand, and yet more children being embraced by their parents...*
Lithaladhwen: *takes a step closer and touches her arm again* Thank you for helping everyone stay together.
PapatymisonN: *but, in general, it's... sad... not mad*
PapatymisonN: Furna: *sniff*
PapatymisonN: Furna: Least I can do...
Lithaladhwen: Because you were all in the same place at the same time, all friends, family, relatives... for now I need to you keep together, all right? I'm going to take you on to the next stage of this process.
Lithaladhwen: We're going to make sure that everything goes right, that you are all taken care of and nothing goes wrong with this. We don't expect you to do this alone, okay?
LovelyJester: (penis.)
Lithaladhwen: (Hey Lex.)
PapatymisonN: *there's a general agreement*
LovelyJester: (yo.)
Lithaladhwen: I'm going to take you through that door, but I do need you to form a line just to make sure we can stay in order, okay? I think for now it would be best if we kept kids with their parents, spouses together, all that.
Lithaladhwen: Just... keep together and we can keep going when you feel ready.
PapatymisonN: Furna: Uh... let's ... get in line, everyone... mind tails...
PapatymisonN: *they shuffle into order*
PapatymisonN: (... seriously, can YOU take me to the other side? You're so GOOD at this...)
Lithaladhwen: (XD)
Lithaladhwen: (Sure. I'll get right on that.)
PapatymisonN: (Thanks!)
Arch mage144: (You're weird, man.)
Lithaladhwen: (Can we wait until a few years from now, though?)
Arch mage144: (Here I am, reading shit on wikipedia and you're asking my girlfriend to be your escort to the afterlife.)
PapatymisonN: (Few decades, I was thinking.)
Arch mage144: (What the fuck.)
PapatymisonN: (... you make it sound so dirty.)
Lithaladhwen: (Oooohhh... me file your soul. Five dolla. Walk you through door ten dolla.)
PapatymisonN: (*laughaga*)
Lithaladhwen: IM: Please let me be doing this right. I absolutely cannot let these guys go.
Lithaladhwen: Are you guys okay to go? Comfortable where you are? I think it's time we headed over, all right?
PapatymisonN: Furna: I think we're ready.
Lithaladhwen: All right. Follow me, and stay close to your loved ones.
Lithaladhwen: *opens the door*
PapatymisonN: *and here is Processing*
PapatymisonN: *it is another white room, with a desk, and two men in white sitting at it. There are also two more doors*
PapatymisonN: *there is one line already lined up, with Murray sitting at the side of the room, eating a sandwich*
PapatymisonN: *it appears to be a meatball sub*
Arch mage144: (Processing is about as boring as I expected)
Lithaladhwen: ("It appears to be the ace of spades.")
PapatymisonN: (It's processing. What do you expect?)
PapatymisonN: Man Without A Line: I'll help you over here, folks.
PapatymisonN: Murray: Your job's done, kiddo. Let them get in line.
Lithaladhwen: Mind if I stay a while, Murray? I told them I'd be here. Even if I'm not helping a whole lot, I'd still like to hang about a little longer.
Lithaladhwen: *waves the line forward toward the fella asking for them*
PapatymisonN: *they move along quietly*
PapatymisonN: *Murray shrugs* If you like... *EAT...*
Lithaladhwen: *goes to stand by him, keeping an eye on the recently-deceased folk*
Lithaladhwen: So, what now? What's next for them?
PapatymisonN: They'll be sent to where they need to be.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah?
PapatymisonN: Yeah.
PapatymisonN: It was a good town. Very few will be getting anything... bad.
Lithaladhwen: Any more information I can get than that? Someday somebody's going to ask, and I should probably have an answer.
Lithaladhwen: *nods* Yeah, that's good.
Lithaladhwen: (Ahh....lag.)
PapatymisonN: ... I think your next lesson's gonna be a tour.
Lithaladhwen: I'd like that. Well, I may not like some of it, but I do need to know.
PapatymisonN: Your scientific brain will have a field day.
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles* Like I said, I just want to have something to say should somebody ask. I wouldn't like not being able to do what I could for them, especially when it comes to answers to relevant questions.
PapatymisonN: Don't worry about it.
PapatymisonN: Like I said, all your whys will get answered.
Lithaladhwen: It's not mine I'm worried about. *looks back over at him* But hey. Whatever you say.
Lithaladhwen: Where to, now?
PapatymisonN: ... *everyone is processed. The room is empty*
PapatymisonN: Back home.
Lithaladhwen: *nod*
Lithaladhwen: Bathing is good. I may do some of that.
PapatymisonN: You need it... man, that goo is not pleasant smelling.
Lithaladhwen: *sniffs herself* No, I guess not. Then again, I hadn't noticed until now. Keep in mind my hobbies. Ghastly smells are something I've learned to ignore whenever possible.
PapatymisonN: Heh.
PapatymisonN: *heads for the doorknob*
PapatymisonN: Comin'?
Lithaladhwen: Yup.
Lithaladhwen: People waiting back home.
PapatymisonN: *opens it. You can see the sky of the Nekonian town*
PapatymisonN: After you.
Lithaladhwen: *goes*
PapatymisonN: *and ZZZHOOMP!*
PapatymisonN: *you're outside again*
PapatymisonN: *Murray follows close after*
PapatymisonN: How was that?
Lithaladhwen: *looks around* No survivors, I presume?
PapatymisonN: ... sorry.
Lithaladhwen: Why apologize? Everyone's accounted for.
PapatymisonN: Mm.
PapatymisonN: Yea, I suppose so.
PapatymisonN: Still...
PapatymisonN: ... food.
Lithaladhwen: I'm just glad we didn't leave anyone behind. I don't like seeing ghosts get scattered around. It doesn't go well. Job well done, I guess.
PapatymisonN: *puts the last of his meatball sub in his mouth*
PapatymisonN: I want some food.
Lithaladhwen: Food is next for me, too, I think.
Lithaladhwen: Back home would be good. Food and bathing.
Arch mage144: (Damn Italian food-obsessed death minion.)
PapatymisonN: Let's get back to DC.
Arch mage144: (Clean off the goo, oh yeah.)
Arch mage144: (The sea of LCL stains.)
PapatymisonN: (And does anyone get the meaning of his name yet?)
Lithaladhwen: (Yes!)
PapatymisonN: (Well?
PapatymisonN: )
Lithaladhwen: I wonder if I should change before I go to the tavern. I don't think James will care, but other people might have slightly more delicate stomachs.
PapatymisonN: ... I would.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, okay.
PapatymisonN: *heads for the chariot*
Lithaladhwen: *follows*
PapatymisonN: *you can see that even the plants are rotting...*
PapatymisonN: *it will be a while till life can exist here again*
Lithaladhwen: *glances over her shoulder* Wow. Looks like my house after those guys got done with me.
PapatymisonN: ... oh. Did you WANT to collect some corpses later? The boss said you could have your pick, and he'll make sure they'll still be here when you're ready.
Lithaladhwen: No, I'm good. I don't need any Nekojin.
PapatymisonN: *nods*
Lithaladhwen: I'm actually doing some work with incorporeals right now.
You have just entered room "deadlydeathstuff."
PapatymisonN: Lithaladhwen: Haven't perfected it, but I'm probably close enough to make a couple of proposals.PapatymisonN: Have it your way.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs and sniffs herself*
Lithaladhwen: I guess it is pretty bad, isn't it?
PapatymisonN: *yuck*
Arch mage144 has left the room.
PapatymisonN: ... Uh huh.
PapatymisonN: ... you ARE going to change, right?
Lithaladhwen: Definitely.
Lithaladhwen: Probably not too much out of the way to stop at my house?
PapatymisonN: Not at all.
Lithaladhwen: We do seem to be moving pretty fast as it is.
PapatymisonN: Now, Gwa'AAG, THAT'S out of the way.
Lithaladhwen: Well, I have no intention of going there. Theice, maybe.
PapatymisonN: Hear the food sucks.
Lithaladhwen: Though I need to get some aura-related problems sorted out before I even step foot in a necropolis... I really need to go there.
Arch mage144 has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: Really... I'd take you.
Lithaladhwen: *head shake* I don't know what would happen if I went there as things stand. I'd have to bring John, and I don't know that I want to make a habit of bringing my familiar everywhere I go.
PapatymisonN: What would be the problem, exactly?
Lithaladhwen: *inhales to deliver an oft-recited explanation* My aura projects heavily onto the shadow plane, instead of the astral where it "belongs."
Lithaladhwen: This means that shadow magic comes pretty naturally, but it also means lots and lots of contact with the dead.
PapatymisonN: ... OK, I see...
Lithaladhwen: This can be anything from hauntings to pretty benign contact up to attacks and possession. Worst of all is when I can hear what feels like every single voice of every person who's ever died. All at once.
Lithaladhwen: Easy to get lost under all that.
Lithaladhwen: Normally, my aura is pinned to the astral a bit.
Lithaladhwen: Recently it was... unbound. When that happens I get lost pretty much instantly. I can usually stay above for about half an hour.
Lithaladhwen: After that I either need my aura put back, or I need John to drive them out.
PapatymisonN: ... eeh.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. It's fun.
Lithaladhwen: At least now I can tell when I'm talking to a ghost.
Lithaladhwen: It got to the point where I'd meet a new person and immediately ask the person next to me, "Can you see him?"
Arch mage144: (Zea has a beautiful mind.)
PapatymisonN: (*does some Game theory mechanics*)
Lithaladhwen: I think I get more use out of the crazy vision enhancement than most people just getting started.
Lithaladhwen: Tells me who's dead.
Arch mage144: (Or just close.)
PapatymisonN: Our God is graceful.
Arch mage144: ("I'M NOT DEAD YET!")
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
Lithaladhwen: Preaching to the choir, Murray.
PapatymisonN: *Forbidden Plains are being forgotten by now...*
PapatymisonN: Man, I could go for a BIG plate of calzone.
Lithaladhwen: Sounds pretty good.
PapatymisonN: *aaaaaaand... DC!*
PapatymisonN: *stops in front of the JD again*
PapatymisonN: *they may have been gone 90 minutes tops*
Lithaladhwen: I'm going to stop and change before I go in. I'll be a couple of minutes.
PapatymisonN: *nods, and heads in, famished*
Arch mage144: *in 90 minutes, there's no way in hell James would've found the motivation to do something different*
Arch mage144: *he is totally working on another whisky and soda*
Lithaladhwen: *walks in about a minute later in a set of simple black robes*
Lithaladhwen: Better.
Arch mage144: *sip*
Lithaladhwen: Hey James.
Arch mage144: *looks over at Zea*
Arch mage144: How do they say it in the slums again?
Arch mage144: I believe it's "yo."
Lithaladhwen: *brief wave* What's up homey G? *shrugs* All the kids are saying it.
Lithaladhwen: What do you think. Are you down, is it dope, or is it just plain whack?
Arch mage144: *nearly spits* Those kids should be shot.
PapatymisonN: *already eating breadsticks*
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. Horrors seem to have been taken care of for today.
Arch mage144: Yeah?
Lithaladhwen: I think it's probably a good idea you didn't tag along this time.
PapatymisonN: (Brb. Famished too.)
Lithaladhwen: Objectively speaking it was kind of intense.
Arch mage144: Yeah, I'm totally uninterested in additional horrors.
Arch mage144: In your line of work, as far as I understand it...well, it's not really my kind of horror.
Arch mage144: ...does that make any sense?
Arch mage144: ...*looks into his glass* I may have had too many of these.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks* You're still more or less making sense.
Lithaladhwen: Not everyone enjoys the whole "necromancy and ghosts and deathworship and reaping dead people" gig like I do.
Lithaladhwen: I'm surprised you're still living at my house, to be honest.
Arch mage144: Hey, I think it's fascinating from a clearly observational perspective.
Arch mage144: Not my choice of profession, but to each their own. Maybe someday I'll care about something as much as you seem to care about your job.
Arch mage144: Speaking of living at your house, I should buy you a drink.
Arch mage144: Then we should go back there.
Lithaladhwen: ... Um. 'kay.
Arch mage144: Well, I don't have to.
Lithaladhwen: Brandy and honey, then. Something that smells good after the whole ...lesson... thing.
Arch mage144: *snaps his fingers at the bartender*
Arch mage144: Yessir, Master Silvar! o.o
Arch mage144: *Riss'ar sets down the glass he's wiping and gets Zea her preferred beverage*
Arch mage144: You ever talk to the barkeep here, Zea? He apparently knows your uncle, or something.
PapatymisonN: *eating calzone now*
Arch mage144: Wait. I guess that's the wrong relation.
PapatymisonN: *in heaven*
Arch mage144: What the hell is that other Mazuo to you, anyway?
Lithaladhwen: He... well. I don't even know.
Lithaladhwen: Second cousin?
Arch mage144: Second cousin? First uncle once removed? I never paid attention to geneology except for demon hierarchies.
LovelyJester has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: I didn't see the need to keep track of anything more complex than, "Have mother. Have aunt and grandfather. Don't have father. Find father."
Lithaladhwen: Pretty elementary.
Arch mage144: *Riss'ar presents drink and bows slightly*
Lithaladhwen: *nods to Riss'ar*
Arch mage144: Now there's a reaction I'm not terribly accustomed to.
PapatymisonN: *and look who comes in too*
Arch mage144: *drains his drink* Anyway.
PapatymisonN: *it's the baldheaded wonder, walking in and sitting down, opening a menu!*
Lithaladhwen: *likewise sips hers* Anyway?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Oh, it's my mother's friend. And Pure's ex. Lovely.
Arch mage144: Yeah, I've been thinking.
Lithaladhwen: IM: ...
Lithaladhwen: IM: I don't think this can possibly end well. This always ends in something really outlandish.
Arch mage144: IM: Wait, no, you're doing this all wrong.
Arch mage144: IM: This isn't like presenting arcane academic research.
Arch mage144: IM: Then again, he taught you how to be professional and kill people, not how to pick up women.
Arch mage144: IM: He might arguably have been better at that. Why didn't he?
Arch mage144: IM: ...would he have taught me if he'd known years down the line I'd try to pick up his daughter?
Arch mage144: IM: ...yeah, probably.
Lithaladhwen: (James: So, Zeke. I like to take some cues from you when I'm at a loss, and last night I was trying to get in your pants. I thought, "What would Zeke do?")
Lithaladhwen: (*Your daughter's)
Lithaladhwen: (Wording changed to reflect actual meaning.)
Arch mage144: (WWZD.)
PapatymisonN: (That should be on a keychain.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm going to blame that on jet lag, and el nino.)
Arch mage144: Yeah.
PapatymisonN: *heads to the bar for a drink*
Arch mage144: Uh, right. Anyway. I was going to say something.
Lithaladhwen: Uh huh.
PapatymisonN: Oh. Hey guys. Didn't see ya.
Arch mage144: Man, can't you see I'm busy here!?
Lithaladhwen: And were you going to--
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: Huh?
Lithaladhwen: *snort*
Arch mage144: *wingflick*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Well. Testosterone is flying, but I don't know why.
PapatymisonN: ... *snicker* Riiiiiiight...
Lithaladhwen: IM: Shouldn't I get to know why?
PapatymisonN: Carry on. *heads back to the table*
Lithaladhwen: What the hell was that?
Arch mage144: Yeah, that's what I thought.
PapatymisonN: *watches, amusedly*
Lithaladhwen: *drinks*
Arch mage144: He has no right to poke his mop-headed self into our conversation.
PapatymisonN: IM: SOMEONE'S gonna crash and burn... or at least make an ass of himself.
PapatymisonN: (... huh?)
Arch mage144: (Wait a minute.)
PapatymisonN: (I'm playing Kae'Oss.)
Arch mage144: (I am totally thinking of a different Tymisonn.)
Arch mage144: *cue-ball
Lithaladhwen: He's more a friend of my mother's than mine. Also, Pure has him blacklisted.
Lithaladhwen: You know how it goes.
PapatymisonN: (And one from a different time... 2ndGen Dae has short hair.)
Arch mage144: Wait. Blacklisted?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah.
PapatymisonN: (... but Hak doesn't. Right.)
Lithaladhwen: He's my friend's ex. Off-limits.
Arch mage144: (There is a strange association in my head between your characters and dreads.)
PapatymisonN: (It's very understandable.)
Lithaladhwen: Any good female acquaintance would do the same.
Arch mage144: Would you sleep with him if he weren't your friend's ex?
Lithaladhwen: Probably not. I don't think he's all that interesting.
Arch mage144: Oh?
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: *sips*
Arch mage144: Am I all that interesting? *wingflick*
Lithaladhwen: *chokes briefly*
PapatymisonN: *stifled snicker*
Lithaladhwen: Are we speaking hypothetically?
Arch mage144: I'm not sure what you mean by that, but I would like to point out before we begin this conversation that I am not your friend's ex.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
Lithaladhwen: It's true. I don't think you are.
PapatymisonN: *stifled GUFFAWS*
Arch mage144: It seems to be an important detail.
Lithaladhwen: Well. In this case. Someone should stand up for Pure if her boyfriend turns out to be a massive asshole. Which I hear is the case.
Lithaladhwen: *placidly sips her drink*
Arch mage144: Oh, of course.
PapatymisonN: ...
Arch mage144: *looks at his empty glass as though this would be a great thing to punctuate by sipping his drink, if he still had one*
PapatymisonN: *reads his menu*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Eavesdropping jackass. Heh.
Arch mage144: IM: Why do all of the lines that come to mind now start with, "so, I know your father?"
Lithaladhwen: ...*raises her eyebrow expectantly*
Arch mage144: IM: NOT THE ANGLE I WANT.
Lithaladhwen: (*LAUGHS*)
PapatymisonN: IM: C'mon, jackass. Just TRY to finish the deal... just TRY. I DARE ya.
Arch mage144: So, when do you want to head back to your place? Whether you can handle yourself or not, I don't necessarily think I want you walking around in the slums alone after all that's happened.
Lithaladhwen: ... I thought we were done with the crazy masculine protectiveness, James.
Arch mage144: Well, I'm just saying. Someone could attack you at any time. Even in your sleep.
Arch mage144: I propose that to combat this we start sleeping together.
Lithaladhwen: *LAUGHS*
Lithaladhwen: Wow.
PapatymisonN: *FALLS OFF HIS CHAIR WITH LAUGHTER*
Lithaladhwen: That is quite possibly the best line I've ever heard.
PapatymisonN: AHAHAH- huh?
Lithaladhwen: *tilts her head thoughtfully* I like it. It's just bizarre enough that I really can't be mad at you.
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles*
Lithaladhwen: What the hell, man.
PapatymisonN: ... motherf...
Arch mage144: *grins a James grin*
PapatymisonN: IM: Good luck to ya, asshole.
Lithaladhwen: So how long were you saving that up?
PapatymisonN: IM: *images of him "failing to perform"*
Arch mage144: What? Saving it?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. The line.
Lithaladhwen: How long have you been waiting to say that?
Arch mage144: *blinks* Er. I just thought of it.
Lithaladhwen: *tips her glass to him and finishes it off by way of a toast*
Lithaladhwen: So is that a serious suggestion, or are you just being cute?
Arch mage144: IM: Other things to try really hard not to say right now: "This is all your mother's idea."
Arch mage144: *wingflick*
Arch mage144: That depends. Am I going to live long enough for us to get back to your place?
Lithaladhwen: o_ô
Lithaladhwen: Why wouldn't you?
Arch mage144: Don't look at me. You're the agent of death here.
PapatymisonN: *he's going to be around a while, according to SandVision(tm)*
Arch mage144: I suppose I just want a chance to find out if what they say about reapers is true.
Lithaladhwen: (Ha!)
Lithaladhwen: Um. And what do they say about reapers?
PapatymisonN: (That they're really good in the sack.)
Arch mage144: Nothing, actually, but if I had more data I might be able to start some rumors.
Lithaladhwen: (Is that what they say.)
Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. Well, there's an incentive. Take me now, right here on the table. Get those rumors a-flowin'.
Arch mage144: ......
Arch mage144: IM: Ironically, I may have just buried myself.
Lithaladhwen: So I'm gathering that you actually are interested, or else the topic of conversation would probably have changed by now.
PapatymisonN: IM: Who needs reading with entertainment like this...
Lithaladhwen: It's the same conversation, it's just become less about me as some girl, and more about me as death, destroyer of James.
Lithaladhwen: When did that happen?
Arch mage144: I'll save the subtle approach for combat situations and get straight to the point.
Arch mage144: You can destroy me anytime. *grin*
Lithaladhwen: *facepalm* You are a goofy young man. You know that?
Lithaladhwen: I do have to wonder, though.
Lithaladhwen: At what point did you stop thinking of me as Zea, and start thinking of me as an "agent of death," as you put it? I feel like I should have noticed that.
Lithaladhwen: I mean, I know I've been busy... but I'm still me.
Arch mage144: Who says I don't think of you as both?
Arch mage144: Sure, you're preoccupied with new job training, as it were. But I was hoping "Zea the girl" might still have time for one of her guy friends. *smirk*
Arch mage144: Besides. *stage whisper* Your couch is getting hard on my back.
Lithaladhwen: *smirk*
Lithaladhwen: Well, glad to know I haven't been completely bleached of all humanity in your eyes.
Lithaladhwen: And it really is too bad about the couch.
Arch mage144: Yeah, I was hoping your bed was more comfortable. I assumed that if it were the reverse you'd be on the couch.
Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. As I recall, you're the one who wanted to live on my front porch.
Arch mage144: *waves a hand dismissively* Zea is Zea is Zea, even if Zea is officially employed by some deity.
Arch mage144: Yeah, well, I was still in "guardian" mode.
Arch mage144: I'm still in guardian mode. *grin and nod* I'm just so much less convinced of your absolute safety that I request to be able to keep watch over you when you're most vulnerable.
PapatymisonN: (I think you're an arrogant horny Tidus now. o.o)
Arch mage144: Yeah. That's it.
Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. Well. I don't need you around for protection. I'm officially employed by a deity all right. By Death. What's someone going to do? Kill me?
Lithaladhwen: *shakes her head* I don't need someone around for that.
Arch mage144: IM: This'll be one for those damned necropunks at Gunnir. "So, I slept with an emissary of death."
Lithaladhwen: (Why does he live his whole life to spite Gunnir's goth kids?)
Lithaladhwen: (This is not the first time this has come up. >_> )
Arch mage144: (Because, man, serious identity issues.)
Arch mage144: ("We want to summon DEMONS!")
Arch mage144: ("Uh, hi." "No, REAL demons!")
Arch mage144: Alright, so you don't need someone to protect you.
Arch mage144: But I can definitely provide other services.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks again* I'm sure.
Lithaladhwen: You don't talk to girls about this often, do you?
Lithaladhwen: I mean, no offense, but you're being really strange. Your only saving grace is that I might be even starnger than you could ever hope to be.
Arch mage144: *flushed and clearly nervous* >_>;;
Lithaladhwen: *represses laughter* I asked you a question.
Arch mage144: Yeah, well, the only other girl I know really well is the princess.
Arch mage144: Put two and two together on that.
Lithaladhwen: No luck there?
Arch mage144: Hell no!
Arch mage144: IM: Wait, should I admit that?
Arch mage144: IM: Well, it's not like I can lie about such a high-profile figure...
PapatymisonN: (KoD: Touch my daughter and die. Seriously. It's a capital offense. *points it out in the lawbooks*)
Lithaladhwen: IM: His complete inability to navigate this conversation is actually kind of endearing. At least I know he's not going to try and sweettalk me into doing something I'd regret. That or the potions. Neither seem like imminent threats.
Arch mage144: So. *hands apart, palms up, half-shrugging gesture* This is cool with you?
Lithaladhwen: *tilts her head and can't repress a smile* Like I said. Your only saving grace is that I'm immune to strangeness. I think that's one reason we've gotten along so well thus far.
Lithaladhwen: ... I don't see any reason why not.
PapatymisonN: IM: Ten gil says he weeps like a baby two minutes in.
Arch mage144: IM: That's a very strange way to accept.
Arch mage144: IM: ...this is also a very strange thing to ask.
Lithaladhwen: (I'm glad he realized that second part.)
Arch mage144: IM: How the fuck do you ask this without looking really fucking stupid? "Will you sleep with me?" reeks of pathetic.
Lithaladhwen: So? What are you agonizing about?
Arch mage144: Me neither. *grin*
Arch mage144: Agonizing? Nothing!
Arch mage144: Agony is not the emotion of the day.
Arch mage144: Try "anticipation."
Lithaladhwen: Hm. *self-satisfied little smile* Well.
Arch mage144: It hadn't occured to me that there'd be so much dry conversation about this.
Lithaladhwen: We could always make it worse.
Lithaladhwen: Or we could stop bothering with conversation altogether.
Lithaladhwen: May I lay a vote for the latter option?
Arch mage144: Can I vote to lay something else?
Lithaladhwen: *snort*
Lithaladhwen: Okay, I walked right into that one.
Lithaladhwen: *stands up*
PapatymisonN: IM: ... yup. Zea's the only girl who wouldn't slap him for that one. Again, lucky bastard.
Lithaladhwen: I'm done drinking. Brandy and honey is too sweet to abuse.
Lithaladhwen: Maybe we should go home.
Arch mage144: Sounds good to me. *grin*
Lithaladhwen: (Hey. She's Quinn's daughter. At least she makes sure she's friends with you before she sleeps with you, instead of the other way around.)
Arch mage144: (It's arguably much more conservative reasoning.)
Lithaladhwen: (And from such an esteemed bloodline too....tsktsktsk.)
Arch mage144: IM: Oh man, I did it!
Arch mage144: IM: Well. Not yet.
Arch mage144: IM: Future tense. I will do it!
Lithaladhwen: IM: And just because I feel like being a little catty about this...
Arch mage144: IM: Or should I say, I will do her?
Lithaladhwen: See you, Kae'oss. We're heading out.
Lithaladhwen: Enjoy your night.
Arch mage144: IM: OWNED!
PapatymisonN: *nods* Have fun fucking him.
Lithaladhwen: I will.
Lithaladhwen: Have fun fucking my mother.
Arch mage144: She totally will.
Arch mage144: *wingflick*
PapatymisonN: Will do.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs* Ta! *waves and walks out*
PapatymisonN: IM: ... juuuuuuust a bit bitchy.
PapatymisonN: IM: ... whatever. *sets about ordering a steak*
PapatymisonN: (I think that's a good place to end it.)
Arch mage144: (As do I)
Lithaladhwen: IM: Enjoy sitting in the bar drinking by yourself. Maybe you'll get to sleep with my mom.
Lithaladhwen: </Zea>
Arch mage144: </JPS>
PapatymisonN: </Kae and Murray>
Lithaladhwen: </RP>
Lithaladhwen: And Zea's run begins. Or something.
PapatymisonN: ... *removes the rubber tubing from around his arm*
PapatymisonN: FINALLY... got m'fix. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Same.
Lithaladhwen: It's been a few weeks for me. Good to RP again.
Arch mage144: Yeah, that was good, it's been a while.
Lithaladhwen: And now, you know what happens?
Arch mage144: James fixes the cable?
Lithaladhwen: >_>
PapatymisonN: Weeping two minutes in?
Arch mage144: Hell no, James is more man than that.
PapatymisonN: Uh huh.
Arch mage144: He's just not terribly good at explaning himself to women.
Arch mage144: A typical James solution to a problem involves throwing tons of superiority complex and arrogance at it, and he's learned that doesn't generally get women in bed with you.
Arch mage144: He has yet to figure out another approach.
Lithaladhwen: At least he found someone who tends to blithely ignore him when he misbehaves.
PapatymisonN: I highly doubt he COULD master another approach.
Arch mage144: It'll probably be good for him. Once he's succeeded with a woman at some point it will improve his self-confidence regarding the general area.
Arch mage144: It being the one thing he hasn't found himself to be successful at, he's lacking in that.
PapatymisonN: ... his self confidence does not need improvement.
PapatymisonN: ... o.o
PapatymisonN: Ehehehheheheh...
PapatymisonN: I say, bring back an old tradition!
PapatymisonN: Roll for pregnancy!
Arch mage144: He's half-incubus, he can selectively choose not to impregnate people.
Lithaladhwen: Zea's view of James has been (from the start, from Isao's RP), that he's pissy because he's lonely, but he's lonely because he's a meanspirited little pissant.
Lithaladhwen: And Zea's house is saturated with death energy.
Arch mage144: James' spermatazooa: *die horribly*
Arch mage144: He's probably at least temporarily sterile from spending so much time there.
Lithaladhwen: Zea: >_> Whoops.
PapatymisonN: HA!
Lithaladhwen: Though I can't imagine she'd mind.
PapatymisonN: ... man, that'd be one screwed up kid, huh?
Lithaladhwen: Kill those little buggers.
Arch mage144: Though being half-demon it's probably not a problem; I predict he has some resistance to that sort of thing.
Lithaladhwen: No more screwed up than Zea herself. Look at her parents.
Arch mage144: It's still selective, so it makes no difference.
Arch mage144: Hi. *grins*
PapatymisonN: It's more the child conceived (Ashura) in a cradle of death (Reshtaha).
Lithaladhwen: He's as much incubus as Quinn is a succubus.
PapatymisonN: Confliction.
Lithaladhwen: Also, bringing Zeke into this is weird beyond all reason.
PapatymisonN: ... or Quinn.
Lithaladhwen: Well, I can tell you Quinn will be very pleased to know that not only is Zea finally adjusting normally with regard to her social life, but that that cute fangy incubus boy is getting some.
Arch mage144: XD
Lithaladhwen: I think Quinn is more relevant. She was pushing for this all along.
PapatymisonN: ... it's still "hippie parents" creepy.
Lithaladhwen: Heh.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. All that being said.
PapatymisonN: Sometimes we forget to step back and go, "Oh yeah. This is creepy as hell."
Lithaladhwen: Brian and I both have work tomorrow.
PapatymisonN: As do I, but I'm a masochist.
Lithaladhwen: So... we'll leave those two crazy kids to their evening, and I'll be taking my leave as well.
Arch mage144: Aye.
PapatymisonN: .... three minutes till weeping?
Lithaladhwen: Before I go... what is Kae'oss's problem with James?
Lithaladhwen: Or is it a problem with Zea?
PapatymisonN: They got on each others nerves the last time they met, remember?
Lithaladhwen: This is true.
PapatymisonN: I make it a point to try and remember past relationships, as I've been so bad about it in the past.
Lithaladhwen: Heh. Super.
Arch mage144: James is not everybody's friend.
Arch mage144: Mostly because he's a dick.
PapatymisonN: Indeed.
PapatymisonN: I applaud you, Brian.
Lithaladhwen: Well, I'm glad that we all know where Kae'oss stands.
PapatymisonN: You've made a character no one likes, that everyone LIKES.
PapatymisonN: ... kinda.
Lithaladhwen: And James, because James doesn't ever try to hide it, ever.
Lithaladhwen: Charles is wise, also.
Lithaladhwen: Ashley is tired.
Lithaladhwen: She's going to bed.
Lithaladhwen: Thanks for super duper RP, all.
PapatymisonN: No sweat. Sleep well.