Melkire

I had hoped Kokojo's information re: Od'hilkas would have been enough... guess not? I'm back to a regular work schedule 'til Thursday, so we'll work you in this week before the next event. No need to drop out. =D IN OTHER NEWS: First face-off between heroes and villains went, to quote Laforet, "smashingly"! Bit of confusion at first, but once everyone was clear on rules, it went relatively smoothly! People are still in-game RPing out the repercussions.

We're starting soon... LET ME SEE YOUR WAR FACE.

1. Again, welcome back! 2. Security according to the Red Wings: not only must the cannon cover the conventional entrance, it must cover the aetheryte shard.

This weekend when her player isn't held hostage by graveyard shift at LAX. Sleep through the day, work at night. :dazed:

SNAKE GIRL! *chants* Seiko, Seiko, Seiko, Seiko, Seiko....

:love: :love: :love:

Kokojo raised one eyebrow and, just to accentuate her incredulity, canted her head to one side. "That, ser, is insensitive, insulting, grossly offensive..." She gave him an appreciative smirk. "... and practical. Refreshingly so." The little corporal turned as the private joined them and playfully slugged her second in the thigh. "Private Gregson. I will be accompanying this bold gentleman to Ishgard. You and the others are to await us just outside the Gates. Excuse your presence with PT; military exercises never end. When they inevitably take offense, be as humble and apologetic as need be, then make camp nearby. Keep eyes on the Gates: best case scenario, we will have Mynhier with us and an Ishgardian sortie on our asses; worst case scenario, if we aren't back within a sevenday, report home to the Lieutenant. Tell him, 'the nix has swallowed the napalm'. Do I make myself clear?" Gregson gave the stranger a once-over with his gaze, as if committing the man's appearance and visage to memory, before turning and saluting his CO. "Ser, yes ser!" The corporal grinned as she returned the salute, then turned back to Xydane. "I hope the weight, armor and all, won't inconvenience you, Ser Knight."

1. Why does it matter what one person thinks of you? 2. Why are you airing both your laundry and theirs? 3. This seems like kindergarten-esque drama. "Teacher, why doesn't this other kid want to play with me?" 4. You know this thread is inevitably going to get locked due to #2 and #3, right? 5. My personal advice: move on. There are plenty of people who don't want to RP with me, and there are plenty of people I don't want to RP with. It's not the end of the world. tl;dr: Positive attitude makes a huge difference. EDIT: Also what Val said.

I still see hips and bews....

Guess what's back, Back again, Random's back, Tell a friend! EDIT: Way to go, Arky!

... c-c-c-... ...I was too late. :cry:

YO, SON. QUIT WEARIN' THE POOR MAN'S VERSION OF MY DUDS. The best pic to come out of that party is #13. To quote Gus... "Spooky."

Welcome back, ya creep. :love:

The corporal stared up at him... but only for the briefest of moments. "As if we care for the cold here... Done." In hindsight, it made sense. Ishgard had always been the most isolationist of city-states, with naught but a cold shoulder to show its neighbors. Official inquiries had been sent, of course, through emissaries and the like... but the responses had always boiled down to, "No. We don't have Erik Mynhier. We don't know where Erik Mynhier is. Even if we did, we wouldn't tell you, as affairs within our city are our affairs. Go meddle elsewhere." She didn't care who this stranger was. She didn't care if he was telling the truth. All she cared about was following a lead. Any lead. She glanced over to her squad long enough to call out, "Gregson! With me!" She turned back to the stranger as the private made his way over to them, trudging his way through the snow. "So we're to wait at the Gates of Judgment for you, then." She shook her head. "This isn't a plan. We need a plan. Details, timing, contingencies... that's on you to provide, ser."

Kudos to the Dodo Lady for hosting a good time at the Eyes last night. Great playlist, too, playing over her stream. And kudos to everyone who showed up! Had so much fun just shooting the shit... it was great. :bouncy: :thumbsup: :cactuar:

...why were we feeding tofu to the dodos again?

Monks everywhere are weeping with joy. No more banana. We pumpkin now.

[align=center]I don't want to set the world on fire... [/align] [align=center]...but I'm going to.[/align] [align=center]Soon.[/align] [align=center] [/align]

Kage caught it. Quit skimming through threads.

Heads whipped around as their little fire snapped and crackled. Most looked astonished to be addressed rather than ignored, as had become custom for them here. There was one, however, who didn't, and from behind that kneeling midlander rose a small armored figure. She was small yet tall for a Lalafell and, while it was not quite the color of snow, the bone-white of her armor served to blend her against her backdrop nearly as well here in Coerthas as it did on the sands of Thanalan, her outline against the frigid wastes broken up only by the brown of her armor's padding and the brass of its ornate decoration. Her sword was drawn; she had been using it to etch out search patterns into the snow. She slammed it home into its sheath as she stood slowly and turned her head slowly to gaze at the newcomer. One tiny hand found its way up over her shoulder to reseat the strap that secured her shield to her back. She glanced down at the midlander and spoke. "At ease." Tension that had suddenly ratched at the stranger's call now drained away, those two words of command releasing the men from their heightened alertness. The little woman made her way around the small group and slowly approached the stranger. Calm, collected, confident, she made no moves towards blade or buckler as she walked well into arm's reach, coming to a stop a mere three fulms away from the much larger and much stronger Hyur. She saluted. "Corporal Haruko Kokojo of the Immortal Flames, under Chief Flame Sergeant Melkire, under First Flame Lieutenant Peak, under Commander Swift of Ul'dah. The men you see huddled before you are under my charge, ser, and our purposes are our own, though we've applied to House Fortemps for aid and been denied often enough that we've come to withhold no secrets, no hidden agendas." She canted her head to one side, looked up at him, crossed her arms, and pinned him in place with her cool blue eyes. "Now, who are you?"

That's definitely "blacklist and live with the visual hindrance" territory.

The OoC = IC assumption. Just tell them OoC != IC.

...wow. It's amazing how apt and fitting this is. =X

Clearly you haven't played Mass Effect 2. Or you didn't talk to Garrus enough between missions. No... I never played any of the Mass Effect games. I have 1+2 from like... last year's or the year before summer sale tho. All you need to know about Mass Effect is that Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son of a bitch in space. .