((It's been almost a year since I joined RPC and I've decided that I will do one of the first things I did when I decided to throw myself into that which is the RPC forum world. QUICKSAND THREAD!
One of the first few people Kage, and myself, met through the RPC forums in a thread such as this is Aya. Aya has beautifully always struck my emotions when she cheerfully, and other emotions, offers Kage a bowl of peanuts or more. It was something so casually done in one of my first Quicksands threads when Kage and Aya first met but it just strikes me whenever peanuts are now used.
I'm sentimental ok? So, with having almost a year gone by, I hope to create new friendships, reforge any ones anew, and perhaps such an action from a forum thread will evoke the same things that a bowl of peanuts will.))
The Quicksand, a place of Momodi's hospitality that Kage has found a home within a home. Granted, Ul'dah's prospects were dimmer and dimmer each day but it wasn't a place the lalafell could see ever leaving anytime soon. It was the place that he'd met so many of his friends, old and new. Friends who were gone, dead, or still around. He'd met Natalie and Roen here. He'd met Salem. He'd met Chokho. He'd seen bar fights and seen the aftermath of cold killings. He'd seen love and friendships. Sure, the airship landing's bar was around but... the Quicksand was full of so many memories. The good, and the very few bad.
Kage jumped onto the railing, catching himself onto it and adjusting his balance ever so slightly. Re-adjusting to his real height from the inexplicable transformation he'd had moons ago was easier said than done. Thankfully Kage hadn't learned to start using the axe during that period or Kage was sure he'd have chopped a toe or so off. It was bad enough when he used sword and board now. Re-re-learning everything. He settled himself atop the railing, clutching the tankard of ale he'd purchased from the barkeep. On a tab of course. The lalafell peered around the Quicksand, observing its occupants. Perhaps he'd make a new friend if one of the tables' occupants let him have a seat. Perhaps he'd make another friend by just the act of sitting on the railing.
After all, he'd met Jajara on the rail. He'd met Salem on it. It wasn't so unusual that he'd make friends from it.
... then again he'd also been taken hostage by that mad Roegadyn lover of Denn's once too.
...
The lalafell casually scratched his neck as he took a long sip from the mug at the thoughts.
One of the first few people Kage, and myself, met through the RPC forums in a thread such as this is Aya. Aya has beautifully always struck my emotions when she cheerfully, and other emotions, offers Kage a bowl of peanuts or more. It was something so casually done in one of my first Quicksands threads when Kage and Aya first met but it just strikes me whenever peanuts are now used.
I'm sentimental ok? So, with having almost a year gone by, I hope to create new friendships, reforge any ones anew, and perhaps such an action from a forum thread will evoke the same things that a bowl of peanuts will.))
The Quicksand, a place of Momodi's hospitality that Kage has found a home within a home. Granted, Ul'dah's prospects were dimmer and dimmer each day but it wasn't a place the lalafell could see ever leaving anytime soon. It was the place that he'd met so many of his friends, old and new. Friends who were gone, dead, or still around. He'd met Natalie and Roen here. He'd met Salem. He'd met Chokho. He'd seen bar fights and seen the aftermath of cold killings. He'd seen love and friendships. Sure, the airship landing's bar was around but... the Quicksand was full of so many memories. The good, and the very few bad.
Kage jumped onto the railing, catching himself onto it and adjusting his balance ever so slightly. Re-adjusting to his real height from the inexplicable transformation he'd had moons ago was easier said than done. Thankfully Kage hadn't learned to start using the axe during that period or Kage was sure he'd have chopped a toe or so off. It was bad enough when he used sword and board now. Re-re-learning everything. He settled himself atop the railing, clutching the tankard of ale he'd purchased from the barkeep. On a tab of course. The lalafell peered around the Quicksand, observing its occupants. Perhaps he'd make a new friend if one of the tables' occupants let him have a seat. Perhaps he'd make another friend by just the act of sitting on the railing.
After all, he'd met Jajara on the rail. He'd met Salem on it. It wasn't so unusual that he'd make friends from it.
... then again he'd also been taken hostage by that mad Roegadyn lover of Denn's once too.
...
The lalafell casually scratched his neck as he took a long sip from the mug at the thoughts.
