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Quote:Flower and Hammersmith going to an event that requires formal attire.

The small Au'ra stood upon a ladder which seemed to rest against the rather large broad shoulder of the massive elder Roe. He glared daggers at the small woman as she worked carefully at his bow tie. "Oh don't give me that look. You look handsome."

"Yez ain't payin' me 'ough fer 'his." he groaned as he blew a puff of smoke out from his shark like teeth at her.

She frowned, waving a hand before her face to clear the air. "I'm paying you more then enough for your body guarding services. As a bodyguard you are to stay at my side and keep me safe. I am going to this party and that means you are coming." She spoke as she smoothed out the shoulders of his black tux on his shoulders.

"Don't see why Yez makin' me dress up."

"Because it is a formal occasion. You cannot go shirtless."

"Can I atleast take me stick?"

"....Yes."

Quote:Howl and Warren as rivals in a competition or contest. Howl wins

Dammit, we've already done this. Howl's got a winning record over the Arbiter in best two of three contests. The last time they fought Howl completely dismantled him in hand to hand combat. He was like a god-damned screen-peaking controller-reading AI bot of destruction.

Quote:Flower is about to do something stupid. Warren does not think this is a good idea.

The Highlander frowned as he watched the small Au'ra slowly inch two wires together of yet another invention of hers. "That does not look safe. I don't suggest connecting those wires." He spoke out with narrowed eyes. He could clearly see that the two wires were of the same color unlike the others that were melded together.

"I'll be fine! What can go wrong?" she grinned. "Besides, this is for science!"

The Highlander just moved to hide behind his big rock as she soon touched those wires together.

BOOM!

Oh boy...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

/em dies

(06-09-2015, 10:40 PM)Ciel Wrote: [ -> ]
Oh boy...

"Ciel... love, siren of song, silver tongue... look, we've known each other a while now, and you've been holding out on me entirely too long. I know how much it means to you, and that not just anyone gets a taste of that, but flaunting it in front of me and everyone is only going to make me even more determined...

So, once, just once... will you pass the bottle to me? You aren't seriously going to drink ALL the blush wine, are you?"

Eleni drawing Franz.

Oh, this is going to be good, lol.

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Eleni held out her closed hand, thumb extended as she stared at Franz with one open eye. Her tongue slowly inched from the very edge of her lip to the left.

"Hmm..." She mused. "Nope. Big guy, you should move two steps to the right."

The Highlander would only sigh and do as the girl commanded. "Eleni. I was standing here two seconds ago and then you asked me to move to the left."

"You know, big guy. I think your previous position was better. Think you could move there again?"

"But... I just..."

"Big guy! I'm on the verge of an artistic breakthrough here, and you're making silly complaints."

Franz frowned and grumpily moved two steps to the left and back to his starting position. 

"Big guy! This isn't working! I just know I'm missing something..." The Seeker grumbled and paced about in frustration. An idea clicked in her mind and she beamed. 

"I know! You should dance around in the rain!"

"Oh no. Not again..."

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Eleni really is going to make Franz dance around in the rain someday.

Xha'to and Steel Wolf get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes.



I cant screen shot but i did one with a few of my chars

Xha steps in from the storm up by the lighthouse Steel had created a fire in the stove. "Heh raining bad out there good thing my shirt didnt get wet." Steel laughed at the small man then piped up "If you ever wore one ya crazy bastard."

The two swapped stories for the evening Steels of valor and adventuring
Xha's about delicious fish and where to find them.

(I hope you don't mind I picked you, Aya! I wanted to try an interaction not established yet! ;-; )



With the dark blanket of thundercloud that loomed overhead, droplets of rain continued in downward dance to spatter over bloodied cobblestones and the two blonde figures huddled thereupon. Creating rivets through the crimson ichor that pooled from the torn flesh of a mutated bite upon the bard's neck, Odette's form lay sprawled upon the ground beneath the hunched waitress whose countenance was contorted with horror.

"P-Please... Lass..." begged the shapely songstress, knuckles already draining of their color as she gripped the firearm in her bloody palm. Shaking, scarred fingers of her opposite hand reached for the dancer's own dainty digits and gently wrapped them around aurum infused handle of the flintlock pistol. "I know...." the words that croaked from her lips in a rasp were broken by a ragged cough, forcing a haze of crimson to coat parted lips. "... it's a lot t'ask. I know it ain't fair. We barely know each other... but I need ye t'do this. Dun let me become more of a monster than I already am.... dun let me hurt those I've come t'hold dear..."

Slowly the bardess coaxed the weapon upward to rest the barrel against her temple, framed by golden hair slicked and coiled by the rain. The depths of ocean hues that dimmed with the slow draining of her life weaved from the firearm to meet the blue orbs of Aya's own tearful gaze; heavy with apology for what she would be putting the cheerful barmaid through, yet undeniably determined to prevent the spread of infection. She smiled, softly so, and drew long lashes shut.

"Pull the trigger, Aya...."

Alderique Valeriant and Warren Castille go to a bar. Warren Castille gets too drunk and Alderique Valeriant has to take them home.

SCRAPE. The elezen dragged the man through the Thanalan dust. "Who the hell wears armor to a bar, anyway, hells." SCRAAAAAPE. The armored man in question muttered incoherently all the while, something about free paladins they were giving away somewhere, or something. "Shhhrhh, shut up man, guards comin'."

A couple of brass blades approached. "Another one of your 'dates', elezen?" Alderique retorted. "No, I've already seen your mother tonight, Thezaraka." The other blade chuckled. "This one got himself drunk. Just.." SCRAAAAAAPE. "..trying to get him home." He panted. "Either of you guys know which way that big ass rock is?"

Oh man, I'd forgotten about this lovely thread. Will have to pop in here later to join in on the fun!

Been laughing at these at work today, and most have had me rolling for mostly inside joke reasons. But this one really got me because of how duh it is:

"Jaliqai is the leader of an organization. Ryssmyna is their loyal second in command."

.......yes. Thank you for the inspiration there, RP Generator.

(01-26-2016, 04:16 PM)Ephemerality Wrote: [ -> ]Been laughing at these at work today, and most have had me rolling for mostly inside joke reasons. But this one really got me because of how duh it is:

"Jaliqai is the leader of an organization. Ryssmyna is their loyal second in command."

.......yes. Thank you for the inspiration there, RP Generator.

Just make the organization into something like The Ministry of Silly Walks, of the Order of the Regal Flan Enthusiasts.

(01-26-2016, 04:18 PM)Telluride Wrote: [ -> ]

(01-26-2016, 04:16 PM)Ephemerality Wrote: [ -> ]Been laughing at these at work today, and most have had me rolling for mostly inside joke reasons. But this one really got me because of how duh it is:

"Jaliqai is the leader of an organization. Ryssmyna is their loyal second in command."

.......yes. Thank you for the inspiration there, RP Generator.

Just make the organization into something like The Ministry of Silly Walks, of the Order of the Regal Flan Enthusiasts.

The humor of it was that the prompt is literally the basis of Jaliqai and Myna's interactions. XD