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The pegususes (pegasi?) will only let girls in short skirts ride them. Also, will plot progression happen soon? I need to know if it's safe to have Cinna sleep.

"Insane? Demented? Nope. There's _none_ of that here!" Cinna cackled in reply to Jacob, skipping across the room. "So what do the rooms include? Rats? Roaches? Carcasses? Morris dancers? Cinna is intrigued!" He ran up one of the walls a few strides, and pushed himself off, backflipping back onto his feet, spinning around to face the rest of the soldiers, giving a graceful bow. He looked around the room to see a number of people weren't looking his way. His grin twitched in annoyance at this realization, and he turned and danced his way down the corridor with all the rooms they'd be sleeping in. "Eenie, Meenie, Miney... ah, forget it, this one." he chattered to himself as he turned to one of the doors. He opened it, and walked inside, the door still open behind him. He came back out only three seconds later, and spoke with exaggerated joy. "No morris dancers in here, and only half a rat! Yay!"

> > Is the RP waiting for something? > > Kinda, I don't want to move to far until Cinna responds, but I posted! Ack, distractions have been... distracting me. I'll write something up.

You might be able to get your character in a relationship with Cinna if you can get him to see your character as something other than an audience.

> > > > > > > > > Hey, don't knock Cordelia, she's likeable in her own ways. > > > > > > > > Psh. She's only good for her tsuntsun daughter. > > > > > > That's one reason, she's a redhead, which is another. > > > > Redheads are overrated. Raven hair master race. > > Pfah, to each their own I suppose. Even if they are wrong. If they don't have a dragon or aren't a dragon I'm not interested. Tiki and Cherche FTW! (I don't care if Nowi is 1,000 years old, she just looks too damn young.)

...Okay, that was fun to write. Have an IC post!

"'Just find the barracks and tell the Champion of Naga of your enlistment.' Those were the words Cinna endlessly repeats to himself as he prances down the long corridor of the castle. Problem is, Cinna has no idea where the barracks was. Could it be here?" Cinna opened a door rather loudly to be greeted by the smell of hay and horses. "Of course it's the horse! The barracks is elsewhere. Cinna begins looking for another door. And then he finds one! A door of fine oak and steel!" Cinna pranced past a man and a one-eyed woman on his way to the door, and he swung the door open to see about a dozen soldiers, whether of magic or sword. "Ah! Wonderful job, Cinna!" Cinna laughed, giving himself an applause. He fixed his eyes on a man at the back of the room in the telltale robes of a tactician. "Cinna has found the Champion of Naga! Hooray!" He marched comedically towards the tactician, when he faked a trip roughly ten feet away, rushing to meet the floor, only to curl up and somersault forward and stand back up just inches from the tactician. "This humble servant is pleased to make your acquaintance, o marvelous one!" He had pulled out a red book in his right hand and opened it to one of the back pages, casting his left hand backwards. "Oh, happy day!" he sang, snapping a finger and making fire flash behind him in the shape of a smiling face. Closing the book, he returned it to an unseen pocket under his cape, and both his hands rushed forward, grabbing one of Jacob's hands and shaking it longer and far more dramatically than he should have. When he finished shaking the man's hand, he thrust both hands outward and turned around slowly. "And you must be the strong men and women who have earned the right to serve under this marvelous tactician! You sure do look intimidating. Poor Cinna is sweating from fear!" He laughed a very jovial laugh, and cartwheeled forward to the center of the room, where he brought his cape up to conceal all but his eyes. "Our opponents are such dark, vile demons, who take pride in slaughtering the innocent!" He thrust his cape back, revealing a crooked smile. He then brought his hands to his cheeks in a very dreamy pose. "But now we can fiiiiiiinally give them their just desserts! Cut them open and feed them to the beasts! Spear their heads and hold them high! Burn them black and break their bones! Eeeeeee! Together we can accomplish _ANYTHING!"_

Ah, just looked the guy up. Yeah... not at all familiar with wrestling, sorry. Any resemblance Cinna may have to Cena is purely coincidental.

Okay, before I start writing a post, can I please get a general idea of the time of day and general location of the rp at this moment? Also... > Your nickname is now 'John'. > > I assure you, though, I _can_ see you. I'm afraid I don't follow...

I finished making a thing. Is my character good to go?