Con One

Eh, most of what you hear about 4chan concerns only the /b/ board, which enjoys living up to it's reputation. As both an /a/sshole and a fa/tg/uy, I can attest that each board has it's own personality. Don't get down on anything /v/ says, they make it a point to not like anything. It's part of their schtick.

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Asus does come out with great hardware for their price point, but they tend to rush production and have generally crappy customer service. I spent a couple hundred dollars extra and went with a Sagen this go around, I like their style.

Well, don't let it Besaid that you didn't try. ... I'll get my coat.

Dandelion watches as people start to filter out of the bar. Probably about that time of night for her to get some work done. Chugging the rest of her drink, she wipes her mouth on her sleeve and stands up. "See you guys around, maybe next time we can have less arguments and more drinks." With a wave and a smile she careens out of the bar into the night ... or maybe to another pub. Who knows?

Well, I picked Mithra in FFXI because of the DEX bonus since I wanted to roll DRK. I'll stay with Miqo'te because kitty eared helmets are moe. =^.^=

"I think I read a story about an all Roegadyn crew once." Dandelion put her index finger to her chin as the gears in her head spun. "Oh yeah, so this woman was married to this rich guy, right? But she didn't like him and ended up being kidnapped by this Roegadyn pirate ship. And then .. well ... you know. " She began to make a series of vivid, and frankly quite vulgar, hand gestures to finish the story.

Dandelion finished her cider slowly as the the two menfolk talked about her like she wasn't there. She turned back to the bar and pushed her cup towards the bartkeep for a refill before speaking up. "First of all, I'm not drunk. Well, not yet. Still early in the night for a Keeper. Secondly," she gestures towards Isabel, "I dunno if your girlfriend would like you inviting adorable creatures like myself for joyrides. I'm pretty irresistable, ya know." She finishes off with a burp and a grin and takes a large gulp of her newly replenished drink.

With the scene becoming more chaotic, Dandelion was feeling more at home. The airship people were doing acrobatics and Scyra was at it again with some hyper-serious new guy with bad table manners. She turned around in her stool and leaned her back against the bar, soaking in the atmosphere. Raising her cider to the toast of adventure, she couldn't help but raise it again when Bob finished his remarks. With a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, she toasted. "To watching your friends die."

I've always been fond of doppleganger fights. Perhaps a floor full of bones and other assorted necromantic type stuff where the party would have to fight skeletal versions of themselves. Which brings up a question. How will you be handling the fights? Rolling?

Malrend is a gentleman of taste and class.

At Vale's response Dandelion gives a dramatic mock swoon, nearly falling backwards off her stool. "Menphina still my girlish heart, we've got a charmer." She grins playfully at the couple as she straightens back up. "Anyways, I'm Dandelion. Pleasure's all mine." Watching the couple do their back and forth, she continues sipping on her cider. "So you guys travel around hunting for treasure? I always end up getting stabbed when I try that."

Dandelion listened quietly to the two conversations, slipping in and out of both. One was a pissing contest about thieves and the other was some sort of spat about treasure and amputations. Neither was more interesting than the cider she was finishing. Still, there was one thing out of order. Leaning back in her stool and grinning, she spoke down the bar towards Isabel. "Hey darlin', you know they serve better things than water here, right? Your boy toy has the right idea, can't go wrong with brandy."

Basically, a trope is a plot device, character archetype, sound effect, etc. that is used often enough in media that it becomes distinct and recognizable. Some are much more common than others. I suggest that you look up a movie, book, or show that you are familiar with in the search box on the site and browse it's list of tropes. Should help it make more sense.

Dandie casually deflected Bob's remarks with a roll of her eyes. While it was a little early in her day for such a heavy meal, she accepted the Hyur's offer of mutton, planning on just picking at it. The guy seemed to be a self-centered prick, but at least he wasn't stingy. As the conversation turned back towards it's original course, Dandie perked her ears up to listen. She smiled into her cider, idly wondering if she should get any work done tonight.