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Remember, the rules are you have to rp it out. If you need help be sure to view other people's posts for ideas!

 

Sorry.

 

Suppose I'll have to sit this one out, then.

You can rp it out. I don't mind you controlling Brianna.

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Verad Bellveil and Leanne Delphium get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes.

 

It had been a little more than one hour since the tempestuous shower that befell the two of them began. With no hint of stopping anytime soon, and in the middle of nowhere they had no choice but endure the torrential rain crashing on their shoulders.

 

That is, if it weren't for Verad.

 

"So...how this works again...?" Leanne asks with a miffed expression.

 

"It is dubiously simple! With the Portable Shelter™, your rain problems are forever solved. See, you simply-"

 

"That's an umbrella! A teared up one, even! It is not even protecting you from the rain!" Leanne yells in cringing frustration, rain bypassing through the mentioned tear as to coat the duskwight with extra layers of water.

 

"Correctly mimicking the experience of hiding under an abandoned shelter in the middle of nowhere! Are you buying one?"

 

"-No-."

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Verad Bellveil and Leanne Delphium get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes.

 

It had been a little more than one hour since the tempestuous shower that befell the two of them began. With no hint of stopping anytime soon, and in the middle of nowhere they had no choice but endure the torrential rain crashing on their shoulders.

 

That is, if it weren't for Verad.

 

"So...how this works again...?" Leanne asks with a miffed expression.

 

"It is dubiously simple! With the Portable Shelter™, your rain problems are forever solved. See, you simply-"

 

"That's an umbrella! A teared up one, even! It is not even protecting you from the rain!" Leanne yells in cringing frustration, rain bypassing through the mentioned tear as to coat the duskwight with extra layers of water.

 

"Correctly mimicking the experience of hiding under an abandoned shelter in the middle of nowhere! Are you buying one?"

 

"-No-."

+1 for a perfect Verad.

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Aaron Frostheart trains Berrod Armstrong in combat.

It had been twelve long greuling hours of work, The highlander was drenched to the bone with sweat and tears from the strenuous training.

 

"How long do I have to carry you on my back for? Goddamn after a while even you get heavy!" - Berrod

 

"You're called Armstrong, not Stronglegs. I'm doing you a favor. Now keep walking I was taking a nap." Aaron said calmly as he drifted off again as Berrod carried him everywhere.

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I would love to do this ,but I need a volenteer, and a character selection.

 

Choose your Destiny:

 

Lin Celistine - the Spear Huntress.

Eric Verus - the Studious Spy

Hyrist Verus - the Drunkard

Tashil Nobolo - the Scrappy Cat

 

 

Who wants me to pluck them out of the stands for a random encounter of one of the above?

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I would love to do this ,but I need a volenteer, and a character selection.

 

Choose your Destiny:

 

Lin Celistine - the Spear Huntress.

Eric Verus - the Studious Spy

Hyrist Verus - the Drunkard

Tashil Nobolo - the Scrappy Cat

 

 

Who wants me to pluck them out of the stands for a random encounter of one of the above?

You can always steal my Au'ra Flower if no one else offers themself up.

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You can always steal my Au'ra Flower if no one else offers themself up.

 

Um... uh... :blush: I think I read that wrong.

 

Ok! Onto rolls!

 

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(That did NOT help the mental image...)

 

Hyrist sits at the coffer as a mysterious Auri woman begins sipping out of a concoction she had made earlier, having mistaken it for a bar drink she had already emptied several minutes before. The mix of alachol and love potion probably was not a good idea. Especially as Hyrist had made some fairly unappropriated comments her way earlier. Something about his woes of no longer being single as a missed opportunity to 'catch some tail'.

 

Flower leaned in at him with predatory eyes. She had said something to him in a slur, something about helping her out in her laboratory... something else about wearing only lab coats. Hyrist was only partially listening. Those limbal rings were a bit distracting.

 

"Um... a yeah I don't mind that you're... uh... horny... but you might wanna size up some other bit of meat there hun." Hyrist's attempts at distracting humor were failing him. "I think I'm gonna go now."

 

Hyrist bails out of his seat as fast as he can muster, knowing that in doing so he was sparing the poor woman's life from the wrath of the one who managed to tame even his wild oats.

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T'rahnu Ihka is a demon summoned by wizard Rakka'li Kuhn to do their bidding.

 

I'm sorry..... what?

 

Liek... wut?!

 

Okay, well, first off, he IS a conjurer, so that part's kiiind of okay. The part that's NOT okay is T'rahnu somehow... being... a voidsent demon? Not to mention, Rakka'li engaging in rituals of summoning voidsent?! This is a non-starter! I'd have to rewrite both of their entire backgrounds to RP this out, and that is SO not happening!

 

I mean... gawd, it's just so bloody hilarious how it gave me a prompt that makes absolutely no sense with either the setting or the characters. I LOVE it. It's so wrong! I'd try to RP it in spite but... yeah, wow. Haha. Damn.

 

I know I could have just re-rolled, but this shook me up so much I just HAD to share it.

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T'rahnu Ihka is a demon summoned by wizard Rakka'li Kuhn to do their bidding.

 

I'm sorry..... what?

 

Liek... wut?!

 

Okay, well, first off, he IS a conjurer, so that part's kiiind of okay. The part that's NOT okay is T'rahnu somehow... being... a voidsent demon? Not to mention, Rakka'li engaging in rituals of summoning voidsent?! This is a non-starter! I'd have to rewrite both of their entire backgrounds to RP this out, and that is SO not happening!

 

I mean... gawd, it's just so bloody hilarious how it gave me a prompt that makes absolutely no sense with either the setting or the characters. I LOVE it. It's so wrong! I'd try to RP it in spite but... yeah, wow. Haha. Damn.

 

I know I could have just re-rolled, but this shook me up so much I just HAD to share it.

 

 

Step one of how to make a non-starter work: - assume both characters are actors playing fictional roles.

 

Step two of how to make a non-starter work: - add copious amounts of humor.

 

Step three - Stir Vigorously (Or shake if you are of the Bond variety)

 

Step Four - Profit.

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T'rahnu Ihka is a demon summoned by wizard Rakka'li Kuhn to do their bidding.

 

I'm sorry..... what?

 

Liek... wut?!

 

Okay, well, first off, he IS a conjurer, so that part's kiiind of okay. The part that's NOT okay is T'rahnu somehow... being... a voidsent demon? Not to mention, Rakka'li engaging in rituals of summoning voidsent?! This is a non-starter! I'd have to rewrite both of their entire backgrounds to RP this out, and that is SO not happening!

 

I mean... gawd, it's just so bloody hilarious how it gave me a prompt that makes absolutely no sense with either the setting or the characters. I LOVE it. It's so wrong! I'd try to RP it in spite but... yeah, wow. Haha. Damn.

 

I know I could have just re-rolled, but this shook me up so much I just HAD to share it.

 

 

Step one of how to make a non-starter work: - assume both characters are actors playing fictional roles.

 

Step two of how to make a non-starter work: - add copious amounts of humor.

 

Step three - Stir Vigorously (Or shake if you are of the Bond variety)

 

Step Four - Profit.

yup, for instance, look at Judge and Bry or myself and Erik

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Judge frustrated by losing a board game or card game to Warren Castille.

 

"THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS." The armored giant placed - no, slammed - the hand of cards down on the table. It got more than a few looks from those in attendance. "I HAVE FOUR SCORING CARDS TO YOUR THREE. FOUR OUTNUMBERS THREE. THEY SHOULD WIN."

 

"Well... The rules don't work quite like that. Think of your two pairs like... Like a couple of kids, right? These two are friends but don't know how to fight, and these two are just merchants watching." Warren indicated the sets of cards the Judge had splayed out, then motioned to his own. "And these three that I've got are all soldiers. So in a fight, it's not really fair. Kids would go running."

 

"SOLDIERS SHOULD NOT HARM CHILDREN. THEY ARE IN BREACH OF THE LAW. THIS GAME IS FOOLISH AND DEMONSTRATES POOR SOCIAL CONSTRUCTS. FORBIDDEN: LAWLESSNESS. RECOMMENDED: A NEW GAME."

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Nako sits at his desk, the world, for some reason appearing in black and white. The pale Miqo'te blinks his eyes as thunder sounds in the distance, a flash of lightning illuminating the room. Lifting a cigar from an ashtray, he looks down at himself, somewhere he got a suit, shrugging, he takes a drag from the cigar before placing it back, exhaling deeply, closing his eyes and relaxing to the noise of the rain as it hits the window.

 

A knock sounds. With the next flash of lightning a figure is illuminated outside the door, a large, bulky figure. The door slams open, and in strides a large man, dressed in a sequined cocktail dress, with a boa drapped over their arms.

 

'You gotta help me....'

 

Well then.... always loved the pop detective genre.....

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Fine. You made me do this.

 

 

T'rahnu Ihka blinked and rubbed at her eyes to clear out the discomfort from the extremely sudden change of clime - a task she'd began to perform routinely as her teleporting jaunts became more common. This time, however, there was definitely something wrong - this place did not resemble any place she had even seen in Eorzea. Hells, this didn't seem like a place any Earthly body could contain! Wait... Am I in Hell!?

 

The Seven Hells were supposed to be a fictional place, the tales of which were told to gullible children to get them to behave as according to the good of society. And yet that was the only phrase that came to mind to describe the burning, firey, torturous expanse of evil that stretched out before her. How she was not yet burning alive, or how she was even able to think at all, was simply a mystery to her.

 

"'Ello again. Long time no see."

 

No. No, that's impossible. What could he be doing here? Where even is here?!

 

She slowly turned her head to face the source of that vaguely familiar voice. Though she had only met the boy for an instant, many years ago, she could not mistake that look for anything in the world - only now he was clearly fully grown, wearing a decorated robe of some kind of hellish design. His countenance had a severe expression, one doubtlessly hardened by his time spent in... wherever here was.

 

"Wh... what? Why are you here? Where... where are we?!"

 

"Yer my servant. An' yer goin' to help m'get out o' this... Hell."

 

She simply stood there, staring, eyes wide, in utter disbelief. This can't be real. I must be dreaming!

 

The first step, of course, was denial.

 

"I... I'm not your s...!"

 

"Kneel."

 

Suddenly, she was hit with an overpowering urge to kneel, like doing so would go against her very nature, her entire reason for existence. She could not resist it, and soon found herself on her knees. The boy-now-man whose name she did not know reached out with a hand, and she suddenly felt a tug pulling her head to the side, something she felt should not be possible. I have nothing there! How is he...!?

 

She reached up to feel at the side of her head, and nearly died of shock. Horns?! Why do I... Why do I have horns?! Tears welled up in her eyes as she fully realized the dire predicament she was now in. Somehow, she had been summoned to the Hells, and worse, she had been transfigured in the process. There was no mirror to look at, but even just investigating her body with her hands told her that her new countenance was now probably more demon than Miqo'te.

 

"Good. Very good. Now... we jus' change places."

 

He smirked, and began chanting in a tongue that she was certain no mortal was meant to hear. Wicks of burning aether began to surround him in a whirling cone, coalescing above his head, building up in a crescendo before a great flash of light consumed him... and he was gone.

 

But she was still there. In the Hells, transformed into an abomination, and in all likelihood, stuck there for all eternity.

 

"NO!!"

 

She sat up straight suddenly, blinking the sweat and tears from her eyes as they registered the darkness in front of her. Relief caused her shoulders to slacken as she began to return to reality.

 

Oh, Twelve, what a nightmare! She gasped and sobbed quietly, holding her head in her hands as she wondered at the fate of the Keeper boy she'd left behind in that one little heist some years ago, why her thoughts passed at him now, years after the fact... and especially why he was at the center of such a terrible nightmare. Surely nothing bad's happened to him... right?

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Kurt Steel and Steel Wolf as buddy cops.

 

Kurt is dressed, dressed in a standard issue plainscothes police equipment. Leaning on a barrel, he kept his eyes steady on the passersby milling about while his ears were open for any calls for help. Of course his partner was some who taught him a few tips and tricks with his axe.

 

"You got any more of those bread ring things? Yanno th--"

 

"AAAAAAHHH THIEF!"

 

A tired sigh escapes his lips as he stood to attention and faced the direction of the cry for help. He stretched and did some warming up.

 

"Bah the food can wait...you feel like breaking some legs wolfy? Because here comes the thief in question..."

 

He pointed to the seawolf running in their direction holding a bag of god knows what. A couple of civilian looking midlanders hot on his trail. The roegadyn in question wore dark rags and for all intents and purposes looked like damned beggar. Kurt almost felt sorry but he had a job to do.

 

"I kind of want to sock him with my badge honestly."

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Kurt Steel and Steel Wolf as buddy cops.

 

Kurt is dressed, dressed in a standard issue plainscothes police equipment. Leaning on a barrel, he kept his eyes steady on the passersby milling about while his ears were open for any calls for help. Of course his partner was some who taught him a few tips and tricks with his axe.

 

"You got any more of those bread ring things? Yanno th--"

 

"AAAAAAHHH THIEF!"

 

A tired sigh escapes his lips as he stood to attention and faced the direction of the cry for help. He stretched and did some warming up.

 

"Bah the food can wait...you feel like breaking some legs wolfy? Because here comes the thief in question..."

 

He pointed to the seawolf running in their direction holding a bag of god knows what. A couple of civilian looking midlanders hot on his trail. The roegadyn in question wore dark rags and was for all intents and purposes looked like damned beggar. Kurt almost felt sorry but he had a job.

 

"I kind of want to sock him with my badge honestly."

Ramona and Aaron eating dinner together

Aaron - "Dont talk, just eat."

 

Ramona - "Okay."

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Kurt Steel and Steel Wolf as buddy cops.

 

Kurt is dressed, dressed in a standard issue plainscothes police equipment. Leaning on a barrel, he kept his eyes steady on the passersby milling about while his ears were open for any calls for help. Of course his partner was some who taught him a few tips and tricks with his axe.

 

"You got any more of those bread ring things? Yanno th--"

 

"AAAAAAHHH THIEF!"

 

A tired sigh escapes his lips as he stood to attention and faced the direction of the cry for help. He stretched and did some warming up.

 

"Bah the food can wait...you feel like breaking some legs wolfy? Because here comes the thief in question..."

 

He pointed to the seawolf running in their direction holding a bag of god knows what. A couple of civilian looking midlanders hot on his trail. The roegadyn in question wore dark rags and was for all intents and purposes looked like damned beggar. Kurt almost felt sorry but he had a job.

 

"I kind of want to sock him with my badge honestly."

Ramona and Aaron eating dinner together

Aaron - "Dont talk, just eat."

 

Ramona - "Okay."

 

Wooowww anyway.

 

Ramen and Aaron as JRPG style characters.

 

Ramona- "Damnit aaron say something."

 

Aaron -"..."

 

Ramona - "Aaron what the hell?! I'm talking to you, they're talking to you!"

 

Aaron - "..."

 

Ramona - "Ugh do I have to do all the talking in this game?!"

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Judge and Aaron meet on a blind date.Aaron wants to go on another date, but Judge isn't sure.

 

 

"... I'm leaving."

 

"YOU ARE NOT. SIT DOWN," the commands rumbled out from deep beneath the armor, which Judge apparently decided was appropriate date-wear. The little bow tie was a nice touch, though. "FLOWER PUT MUCH WORK INTO THIS. IT WOULD BE IMPROPER TO WASTE HER EFFORTS, EVEN IF THERE WAS AN ERROR."

 

"Don't care," Aaron scoffed dismissively with a wave of his hand, turning back for the door.

 

"SIT." The single word hit the Hyur like a punch to the gut. And, somehow encased in it was an unspoken threat of unimaginable pain should he decide to continue to be flippant about this situation. While Aaron both didn't care for the situation and was fairly confident in his combat skills, he was also unwilling to discover just how dangerous an armored behemoth like Judge could be when ired. Still, he could at least continue to try and keep some level of his dignity here.

 

"... Fine," he grumbled indignantly as he slipped into the chair. "But only for the meal. And nothing else."

 

"GOOD. NOW." Aaron could feel the false eyes on the helmet burrowing into him uncomfortably, and he shifted back in his seat some. "SOUP OR SALAD?"

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Judge and Aaron meet on a blind date.Aaron wants to go on another date, but Judge isn't sure.

 

 

"... I'm leaving."

 

"YOU ARE NOT. SIT DOWN," the commands rumbled out from deep beneath the armor, which Judge apparently decided was appropriate date-wear. The little bow tie was a nice touch, though. "FLOWER PUT MUCH WORK INTO THIS. IT WOULD BE IMPROPER TO WASTE HER EFFORTS, EVEN IF THERE WAS AN ERROR."

 

"Don't care," Aaron scoffed dismissively with a wave of his hand, turning back for the door.

 

"SIT." The single word hit the Hyur like a punch to the gut. And, somehow encased in it was an unspoken threat of unimaginable pain should he decide to continue to be flippant about this situation. While Aaron both didn't care for the situation and was fairly confident in his combat skills, he was also unwilling to discover just how dangerous an armored behemoth like Judge could be when ired. Still, he could at least continue to try and keep some level of his dignity here.

 

"... Fine," he grumbled indignantly as he slipped into the chair. "But only for the meal. And nothing else."

 

"GOOD. NOW." Aaron could feel the false eyes on the helmet burrowing into him uncomfortably, and he shifted back in his seat some. "SOUP OR SALAD?"

Flower put alot of work in to that. HOW DARE YOU RUIN HER WORK!

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