MrPoopyButtHole

Pyralis was impressed with the new female. She was -stunning- and had he been a lesser man, he would be tempted to simply give her whatever she wants for a night of passion. But the bard was skilled and simply looked at the new female with a playful grin. "If you're trying to size me up...you can simply grab what you -desire- my beautiful red headed princess. As for my name...well I go by many different names love. You may call me whatever you desire so long as I get to know yours." Pyralis shot a quick glance to the miqo'te with a look he gave her previously when he said the number 42 to her.

Pyralis sat at the edge of the bar and nursed his drink. The bard was a notorious liar but suddenly had the urge to be truthful. Telling the truth was -never- good. He snorted and let out a small laugh. He spoke quietly to himself. "Ahhhhh fuck."

He couldn't hide it the shock as his eyes went slightly wide for a split second before he went back to his casual smirk, although it wasn't as confident as before. The fact that she called him Whoresbane... Pyralis merely chuckled and attempted to release the miqo'te's hand and backaway. "Oh I could tell you multiple things you'd get out of it...but it sounds like someone is coming sweet one." Thank whatever Gods were out there for the incoming stranger.

The tension was gone from her shoulders, shit that didn't work out. The bard was excellent as hiding his disappoint though and kept that playful smirk on his face the entire time. The miqo'te wasn't a tough read but her mannerisms were far from the normal wenches that he saw in and out of the taverns. Pyralis tilted his head and decided to test the miqo'te comfort level. He would walk as close as she would allow and gaze into her eyes with his own violet ones. He attempt to place his hand on the the hand she was using to make the gil motion. "Come now I said I merely -may- consider. Who am I to deny such pleasures of the flesh to one so bold and street savvy hm?" He knew it was a large gamble. Too big of a gamble if the girl was trained in close combat or had any concealed weapons. But he had to believe that she wouldn't kill him for this act, maybe a knee to the groin wouldn't be -TOO- bad.

He finally turned and said to the group, “It’s probably best we each go our separate ways. We all need to recover and now that one of the master’s most important strongholds is gone he’ll have a difficult time finding any of us if ever.” He looked to Gwen and gave her a nod for an understanding between the two. Pyralis turned and took in a deep breath, determined to find the tower to tie up the last loose end. Afterwards, he could finally rest. After all these years he could finally just rest; just one last monster to put in the ground. See above. You're all dead to him.

It's all good. Yang is dead to Pyra anyway :thumbsup:

I guess I'm going to have a drunk Pyra yank on your tail and say, "When does the candy come out?"

Too overused. Also, Welcome Back.

Pyralis will be camped outside the tavern with rum and nudity. Lots of nudity.

There honestly has been a slight rise. We had to lock our our FC house because of trolls. It sucks and is a shame. On a sadder note, I'm sad I have never RPed with you Kage. I use to see you waddle around (lalafell) and say to myself, "Hey that guy right there? He deserves to be tackled by a drunk bard who thinks he might have a pot of gold."

Pyralis grinned and watched the miqo'te breeze past him. So she was obedient to her employer, which was a good attribute to have on a hired hand. He made a mental note of her movements trying to memorize the way her hips moved. Once you tracked someone's body language and the reaction time of their walk and movements, it made it difficult for them to dodge a hit. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. Pyralis whistled at his view from behind the Miqo'te, "My my...I believe I've seen walls with more curves. I may retract my offer of a good time pretty lass." Let's see how much we rile up the kitten...

Your friendly recruitment officer here. Still looking for active RPers and raiders for our Coils teams. Come one Come all! Welcome to the circus of values! ((realizes you don't have any coin)) Come back when you get some money, buddy!

Pyralis suppressed a laugh and remained silent. Playful eyes starting at the mi'qote woman. He crossed his arms behind his back and would remain silent till she asked specific questions towards him. Best to let the bait prepare their own trap before you yank the rope off it. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Pyralis had a massive smirk on his face at the woman's anger. Pushing her buttons though might not be wise in such situations. He raised his hands defensively and spoke smoothly, "My My...I never said you were lass...paying for cheap sex is not my thing anymore...I simply wanted to show you a good time." Pyralis stared at her playfully keeping that sharp grin om his face the entire time.

Pyralis followed the Miqo'te although he couldn't suppress thefeeling that deep down inside, this was not one of his greatest ideas. The woman had a clear advantage in the dark and for all he knew she might be leading him to a grand trap. What if she was with -them-? Timeto test the girl out a bit. He was about to speak when she pulled out a linkshell and spoke. When she was done he’d say slyly and playfully, “So…whileyou wait for this –boss- to reply…why not share a kiss or two? I promise not to bite –too- hard.” That mischief around those eyes, the twitching, the watchfulgaze. He knew the response but if he could just get her close enough…

Pyralis snorted at the miqo'te's comment and finished putting on all the clothes she gave him. He examined himself in the little light he had and could tell the outfit was absolutely horrible. "Afraid I only sought the company of the girls." He would narrow his eyes and nod at the woman. "I'm ready to meet the bad ol boss lass. Lead the way."

The light was almost gone. It was fine to have some disadvantages but when the odds started becoming too much it was time to start planning ahead. He relied heavily on his sound now. When the girl came back he suppressed the urge to withdraw his dagger. After all the stench was unmistakably her. He grabbed the satchel and rummaged around in it....clothes. Well, hopefully she couldn't see too well in the dark either. He began undressing without hesitation or shame in front of her. Exposing his body that had whipped, flayed in places, burned, and scarred by his tormented past. He hope she enjoyed the show.

Thank you all for the wonderful suggestions! Turns out it'll be only a week long thing instead of the original 3 to 6 months.:bouncy:

I might potentially be taking a long break from the game (due to work) and my character is in the middle of some great important plots. So I was wondering how do you usually make your character suddenly disappear for a while? What explanation do you usually give to others ICly to explain such a long absence where they can't communicate with you? I do not want the cheesy soap opera coma gimmick. Any feedback would be appreciated! :love:

Pyralis flinched ever so slightly at the pinch but kept his eyes on the miqo'te. More spring to her step, sudden burst of energy. Keep focused on this one Pyralis, she may have a dagger already pressed to your artery and you can't even see it. The bard smiled at her and put a hand to his forehead as she left. He would speak in playful tone, "Oh ever do so hurry. I do not know if my weak heart can handle you being away for so long."

The bard stood at 6 fulms and peered down at the tiny miqo'te. As she placed her hands on his waist she could feel two small daggers on the side which merely caused him to smile. He would chuckle and say halfheartedly, "Aren't you going to buy me a drink before you have your way with me dear?"

Pyralis kept his eyes on the girl examining her and chuckled. He examined himself up and down before looking back to the girl, "Here I thought I was dressed for success girl." He would tilt his head at her in curiosity and sigh, "I am in your hands my lady...do what you must. Just try not to fall in love with what you see." Somehow though, he couldn't help but hear a voice screaming in the back of his head that this was all a very bad idea.

Pyralis kept his soft smile and kept his eyes locked on the girl. The smell was...interesting. But the bard had been through the worse. Lived in a cage for years, cramped quarters on top of other people who all ate and went to the bathroom in the same place. The girl was unkempt, messy, gave away signs when she shouldn't but still...she had potential. Pyralis was no fan to being controlled or told what to do. He would not be a slave to anyone again. This was a dangerous game and whoever was involved was sure to be deadly. As the girl squeezed his forearm, she could possibly see for a brief moment not desire or lust behind his eyes, but compassion. He steeled himself and went back to his smirk, "But of course girl." He would sigh and say playfully to her, "The things I do for love."

The girl was so close...close enough that with a quick movement he could put two shivs in her before she could gasp. But tonight was no night for blood shed. Pyralis genuinely liked this miqo'te. She had a pull to her that was undeniable and intriguing. The bard locked his violet eyes to her own eyes and soften his expression to a smile. He released his tight grip on the shivs and brought both hands in front of him and gave a slight stretch. He would extend a hand out for her to shake and say softly in an almost flirtatious way, "My lady to spend even a moment longer with you I'd help Bahamut himself. I will give this Thatcher my help, just because you asked so nicely." The girl was good, too good. He'd have to keep an eye on her after all this was done.

Pyralis studied her body. The breathing, the eye movement, the tail flick, the way her lips moved. He did all this with a smirk on his face and his two hands wrapped tightly around the shivs he kept behind him. He would carefully take two steps forward to close the distance between them. So his old favorite establishment was under threat of rivals. He thought about helping them but was it really his battle? Trying to change his old habits were proving hard enough as it was. A slight hesitation could be seen in one of his steps. "Let's say I agree to help this Thatcher, love...what do I get out of the deal hm? After all, I do not visit that fine establishment anymore. What care do I have if some lovely ladies go unemployed?" The bard would grin playfully at the miqo'te and continue to eye her every movement. Slowing his steps significantly to keep at least some space between them. "Hmmm, you of course do not look like a lovely lady of the finer pleasures. You look like a virgin girl who might never know the throes of passion from a man or woman."