Everyone: Killing at least one centaur or something, Gaela set one on fire.
Finch: "I'm J4, I'm helping!"
Berich: Probably hiding in an inconspicuous bag of money
I don't think Berich will fit in Maulakanth's coin purse.
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Remember, nobody actually enjoys roleplaying if there isn't at least five shameful fetishes uncovered by the 2nd page.
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Let's be honest, it's far more satisfying and challenging to actually imagine what a character looks like than paste a hundred gifs of a celebrity and call it good.
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So, a team of players who are good at playing as a team in a team-based game are individually bad players. Seems kind of silly when you put it like that, no?
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I don't think Berich will fit in Maulakanth's coin purse.
Alrighty! I'll do a post tomorrow, and I'll get us up to speeeeeedy. ;D
Glad you're on board with my suggestions. Teamwerk!
Glad you're on board with my suggestions. Teamwerk!
That or extorting them to pay "protection" fees. :'D
And I know! Just for scenes like this, I don't want to get in your way or make assumptions for a scene.
We could act out those scenes, or just fast forward to later? I'm cool either way! But less trips, the better, otherwise we might be doing a lot of redundant scenes.
And I know! Just for scenes like this, I don't want to get in your way or make assumptions for a scene.
We could act out those scenes, or just fast forward to later? I'm cool either way! But less trips, the better, otherwise we might be doing a lot of redundant scenes.
Works just dandy! Sorry for the shorter reply, I also didn't want to make assumptions of what the shop keeper would do.
"I saved more English lives than you'd ever sold gaudy fabrics to, old man." Shay said, completely unfazed by the vitriol spewed at him. This wasn't the first time he'd been dealing with the likes of men like this; it was his entire life. "Say what you'd like to me, but mind your tongue around the misses if you intend to not drink your tea through a straw for the next month." Shay pulled another smoke out of his pocket and placed it gingerly between his lips, his eyes not leaving the beady orbs of Leonard.
"Seems to me the only thing that smells foul is the stench of your moral decay, sir, and you need to find yourself some new anti-antiperspirant because whatever you're using now is as foul as the mustard gas at the Somme." Shay said, flicking a lighter open. "Now, apologize to my darling wife, whom sees the world from up high like an eagle while little toads such as yourself hiss from under rocks because they're afraid of anyone and anything that doesn't resemble their slimy, spineless hides. And believe me, sir, if I have to return to this rot again, you will not appreciate the company I bring. Am I clear?" he asked, a hint of menace seeping into his voice.
"Seems to me the only thing that smells foul is the stench of your moral decay, sir, and you need to find yourself some new anti-antiperspirant because whatever you're using now is as foul as the mustard gas at the Somme." Shay said, flicking a lighter open. "Now, apologize to my darling wife, whom sees the world from up high like an eagle while little toads such as yourself hiss from under rocks because they're afraid of anyone and anything that doesn't resemble their slimy, spineless hides. And believe me, sir, if I have to return to this rot again, you will not appreciate the company I bring. Am I clear?" he asked, a hint of menace seeping into his voice.
Imma thinking extremely rare at first, with more and more people manifesting their powers as the weeks goes on. We can decide the extent later.
@DearTrickster Atronach's are uncaring unfeeling terribly smart Daedra. The only reason is has any restraint is because it's bound to it's conjurers will.
Should the conjurer slip, it'd kill it's conjurer and everyone in the area in a sea of violence and hate before it's brought down!
So the more you know, and knowing is half the battle
*harsh whisper* GI Joe....
Don't you bring that weakssssauce ssshit up in here, Hawk!
A bit of everyone. Maybe a couple roughers had a weird run in they talk about?
I am always ready for insults? ;D
I am always ready for insults? ;D
Speaking of, I was going to suggest the assignment after this we introduce them, or even the following one. What do you think?
Sorry! Didn't see this until now, for some damned reason.
I was thinking perhaps at least two assignments later, although they start hearing rumours around nowish!
When Vera reached up to peck Shay on the cheek, the smile he returned was genuine and his heart was aflutter. They were pretending to be husband and wife, and doing a damn good job at it so far, but that simple gesture of affection was something Shay hadn’t enjoyed for quite some time. It almost made coughing up a nearly outrageous sum of money for a suit an easier tonic to swallow. Pulling out a few bills from his pocket, Shay counted out 30 pounds and handed it over to Matilda, who took it and joined Shay in watching Vera leave.
“Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Fairclough. She’s a beautiful creature, reminds me of my youngest daughter, Adelia.” She said, a genuine affection in her voice, Shay could tell she was being genuine and not just being a good sales representative.
“Aye, she had made me the luckiest man in all the isles. Not many women would see a tramp such as I like she does, and I still wake up and wonder how I got so lucky. If my wife is anything like Adelia, I would say you are one incredibly blessed woman, Matilda.” Shay said with a smile, and the older woman was beaming.
After the exchange was finished, Shay headed out into the street and following Vera’s instructions, started up the car and giving it a few minutes to warm up, pulled it out into the street in a u-turn and he began to drive along, slower than usual, just to spot the red door. Pulling off to park, Shay shut down the car and stepped out of the cab, lighting a cigarette, which he puffed on without hurry. Vera wouldn’t need him for a while yet, and he imagined she’d have to take a few minutes to get measurements and pick out something she liked. That was the thing about women; for some reason, when it came to clothes, they could spend hours before being satisfied with their choices enough to pick out an outfit.
Shay thought about what Vera had said earlier, about her aunt’s 13-plus bedroom mansion and how simplistic her views of things were. Work hard, you get rewarded with your dreams. Life wasn’t like that; Shay and his family had worked hard their entire lives, and he’d never lived much above the poverty line. He didn’t expect turning to a life of crime would pay out in the end, either. Either you were born to money, or you weren’t. A man like him could work himself to the bone every day of his life and he’d never amount to anything in a society that looked at people of his descent like subhuman filth. Maybe Vera would be successful and enjoy having houses too big for her and a veritable platoon of children one day, but he suspected she’d learn the hard way that simply working hard wasn’t going to bring her the opulence she craved.
He didn’t notice how far back the smoke had burned until its embers were beginning to singe his nose somewhat. Flicking the cigarette away, the Irishman headed into Lady Evelyn’s and stepped into the double red doors. Inside, he caught sight of Vera immediately speaking to an older, greying man who looked more like a carrion bird than a man. Shay decided he disliked him instantly.
Regardless, he approached. Draping an arm around Vera’s shoulders, he said, “Hello my love, apologies for my tardiness. Traffic is abhorrent this time of day. Have you found what you’re looking for?”
“Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Fairclough. She’s a beautiful creature, reminds me of my youngest daughter, Adelia.” She said, a genuine affection in her voice, Shay could tell she was being genuine and not just being a good sales representative.
“Aye, she had made me the luckiest man in all the isles. Not many women would see a tramp such as I like she does, and I still wake up and wonder how I got so lucky. If my wife is anything like Adelia, I would say you are one incredibly blessed woman, Matilda.” Shay said with a smile, and the older woman was beaming.
After the exchange was finished, Shay headed out into the street and following Vera’s instructions, started up the car and giving it a few minutes to warm up, pulled it out into the street in a u-turn and he began to drive along, slower than usual, just to spot the red door. Pulling off to park, Shay shut down the car and stepped out of the cab, lighting a cigarette, which he puffed on without hurry. Vera wouldn’t need him for a while yet, and he imagined she’d have to take a few minutes to get measurements and pick out something she liked. That was the thing about women; for some reason, when it came to clothes, they could spend hours before being satisfied with their choices enough to pick out an outfit.
Shay thought about what Vera had said earlier, about her aunt’s 13-plus bedroom mansion and how simplistic her views of things were. Work hard, you get rewarded with your dreams. Life wasn’t like that; Shay and his family had worked hard their entire lives, and he’d never lived much above the poverty line. He didn’t expect turning to a life of crime would pay out in the end, either. Either you were born to money, or you weren’t. A man like him could work himself to the bone every day of his life and he’d never amount to anything in a society that looked at people of his descent like subhuman filth. Maybe Vera would be successful and enjoy having houses too big for her and a veritable platoon of children one day, but he suspected she’d learn the hard way that simply working hard wasn’t going to bring her the opulence she craved.
He didn’t notice how far back the smoke had burned until its embers were beginning to singe his nose somewhat. Flicking the cigarette away, the Irishman headed into Lady Evelyn’s and stepped into the double red doors. Inside, he caught sight of Vera immediately speaking to an older, greying man who looked more like a carrion bird than a man. Shay decided he disliked him instantly.
Regardless, he approached. Draping an arm around Vera’s shoulders, he said, “Hello my love, apologies for my tardiness. Traffic is abhorrent this time of day. Have you found what you’re looking for?”
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