Oscare

I can just see the bosses. Scylla: "So much beauty! HOW DARE YOU, I WILL KILL YOU ALL!" Glasya: "...Such swole...! MAKE POSES WITH ME!" Amon: "Oh no, no no. I'm not bothering to fight you, this is the real show. I need a good seat." Xande: "You DARE pit your pectorals against the Emperor's?! FEEL THE FURY OF FALLING STARS!" Doga and Unei just nosebleed to death and G'raha Tia sobs in a corner. The bara bosses approve. ... what if the random alliance swole shames us oh lord

I wanted to be equal-opportunity, but yes. We need to make a Roen-summoning circle. Get her back in Ul'dah. I think we can pull her through the aether if we get 8 shirtless highlander males around one table in the quicksand. She slowly just crawls out of it like a zombie. "MUUUUUSCCCLEEEEEES......"

All I can envision now is Warren hiding somewhere staring at Crofte in duty. "I hope senpai notices me" This is literally what happened yesterday. Except it was Crofte hoping Warren will notice her.

Of course I'll join. I have to. This is the 'Summon Roen' section, yes?

I was hounding Warren ICly so much yesterday. "Dude she's got a thing for you." "I'M NOT HER TYPE I SWEAR." "You so totally are." "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BETWEEN US THO" "She was freaking staring at you from behind a pillar, man." "STOP LYING OMG" Oscare secretly thinks Warren's just a modest highschool girl in a big man's body.

S M A T You guys are crazy when I'm offline.

"Big brother isn't playing fair!" A childish yell echoes across the hall. A bulky kid for his age with a younger looking girl were chasing after each other, the boy clutching a bow in his hand. "Give me that back! That's my bow!" The girl flails as she trips over on a tile and lands on her nose, which bleeds a little. She doesn't cry though -- in fact -- she seems even more encouraged to chase the boy. Two tall highlanders stand a short distance away from them. The taller, stronger man of the two who hones dark red hair and purple eyes laughs. "Wow, isn't Grace tough? She just fell flat on her face and didn't even budge about it." "Oh, Tohan. You know they're both very strong. Grace doesn't like to complain." The woman replies, holding a baby in both arms. "I just hope Kanah is a little bit more... sensitive. It's great to see two very tough kids, but sometimes a little humanity is good too!" Tohan sneers. "Ah, would you like me to not raise her to be a hunter, then?" Tohan taunts, prompting a laugh from Ysabel. "Yeah, maybe we shouldn't. Two roughhousing kids are bad enough. We don't need a third one." Tohan looks back to Oscare and Grace, who were still fighting. "You can't even use this bow! Watch a professional, sis." Oscare raises the bow like some sort of champion. The younger sister merely makes a rude gesture at Oscare. "You can hardly use it either!" Grace pouts, trying to take the bow back. However, Oscare was tall enough to make the bow out of reach. Tohan and Ysabel laugh again.

[[REINDEER INTENSIFIES]]

H-Haeden... I-I'm not sure if we should do this... But if we must...

Aw yeah, primal hunting time. Count me in as tentative, maybe I can actually make it this time. >_<

Oh, yes! I might be interested in darker-esque plots. The Strategist needs more screen time.

That -was- ME! You zapped....ME! Kiht was so pissed at that guy. I was literally going to make my next roll attack on you, and you had one HP left.....But then you retreated! GAH. :lol: At least Kiht got to kill one zombie. I'm sorry, Strategist just really likes his electricity. His levinsword is very useful. Though I did kind of went "oh shit" that it was so bad Kiht seizure'd.

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGEEEEEEEEEEE thanks to Askier for runing this awesome event and everyone who participated. It was a lot of fun guys. I'm also sorry to whoever got zapped by Strategist. <3 Seriously though. There were a few unorganized bumps, but all in all it was super fun and I love Askier for this event.

Hornet wins. We can't RP anymore. The server is now named Hornet. We have all lost. Go home, everyone.

Cris, the fabulous puglist hero.

Full disclosure; I always look forwards to Clover's beautiful, high quality screenshots whenever I visit this thread. @_@ So much beauty. ... it might also be for cute midlanders. Shh.

The silent, hot winds of Thanalan blow. " ♫The heroes march towards♫ Life continues forwards, Is there no hope for us? Let Nophica bless the grounds we stand on, Or have Halone rain her rage upon. Everyday a choice is made, tonight, we decide our fate. May the Twelve alleviate the lost souls of the heroes, and banish the souls of the evil into the seventh hell." Oscare sighs, feeling his song lost it's meaning on the empty skies. Nevertheless, he marches back to Ul'dah.

... this changes things. Oscare still needs to punch Osric. Embrace your pretty face for as long as you can, Osric. Because you're gonna take a knuckle sandwich real soon.

I think tomorrow is my grand entrance as a Strategist, huehuehue. Soon, you will know true fear. And death. And bleeding out. And other things. Which means Oscare will not be making an appearance IC. Due to a certain ~~THING~~, he is currently out of service.

[7] HE WAS INVISIBLE UNTIL HE TOOK OFF HIS SHIRT [7] ...fair. [7] #highlander problems [7] Truly yours is a harsh and unforgiving lot. [7] Delial and Sizzie being all "Well... we SHOULD get hisshirt off. For reasons, you know." [7] It made me laugh harder than it should have. [7] LOL [7] "TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF... JUST IN CASE Y'KNOW?" [7] "It's got blood all on it. Let's get it off." [7] #highlanderproblems - can't have a conversation with women, they faint and never listen [7] ^ [7] "Hey, those are my arms.... my eyes are up here." [7] Did you mean; "Those are my pants, my face is up here."? [7] "Way up here." [7] *sends Vashi to 'tend to' Oscare* She would climb that man like a tree. [7] I realize I might have been making more jokes than necessary the other night, but I blame the high tension and sleepiness. #highlanderproblems

"You murdered her in cold blood," The feminine voices whispers. Sharpened black nails trickle Oscare's dark toned shoulders, the sleeves of her fur coat brushing along the shoulders as well. "What do you want, Avera?" Oscare grunts out, trying so hard not to kick her ass right about now. But he knew his consequences if he did. He remains quiet as the woman continues to speak. "You know very well what I want, Oscare." Avera snickers, one of her nails moving ever so slightly up to the back of Oscare's ear. "You killed her upon my request, to get that certain object that belongs to me. I want it back." "I've no idea what you're on about." "I think you do." Avera's tone becomes more malicious with every passing word. Raising a hand and snapping her fingers once, the highlander woman falls silent. Within just a few seconds, another dark toned, masculine highlander man came to Avera's side. "-- Ah, yes, Escsire." Avera's tone suddenly becomes pleasing and satisfied. Escsire's blue eyes fall upon Avera. "-- Yes, my lady?" Escsire grins, looking at Oscare, who was still facing away. "Do I get to face against my favorite man again?" Escsire followed up immediately, not allowing Avera to respond to his earlier question. To that, Avera smiles. "Mmmmn. Not to face him. No, not at all. I just need something from him." Avera snickers once more. Escsire doesn't even respond to that, walking over to Oscare and cuffing Oscare's wrist with a tight grip. Oscare nearly falls over if it weren't for Escsire's tug to get him back up. The swordsman leans in on Oscare, whispering lightly in his ears. Whatever it was said, it got Oscare panicky. Worried. "Okay, okay! I'll give it back... just, get Escsire off of me." Oscare sounds desperate. Succeeding in his task, Escsire back off from Oscare, who rolled out a satchel in Avera's general direction. Oscare falls backwards, holding his head. "Looks like the hunter isn't so fearless as he claims," Escsire taunts as Avera leaves with the satchel in her hands, very clearly pleased with the outcome of his confrontation. The room becomes completely dead silent when she does exit, leaving a helpless Oscare on the ground and a devious Escsire behind. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, but you know I do it out of love." Escsire teases, doubling over and laughing harder than any human should. "Ah, yeah right. I look foward to our next meeting." With that, Escsire leaves as well.

[7] Your length is so thick and glowy.

Should I join... Or shouldn't I? Choices, choices. So many choices. -- A poem by me. Sign me up, Oscare totally hits at like 12 for burgerocity. This is counting everything you can put on it too (extra bacon or bust). 14 on an empty stomach.

Current record for me as Maelstrom; 13 first places. 3 second places. 1 third place. Usually for me it's always Maelstrom (naturally ) or Tree Huggers. I've seen the Flames win once.

Liadan is very pretty. ;c /grabby hands