Earnest Evans

Resurgence | Medieval Pokemon Roleplay

Well of course the scenery and climate, along with the celebrations they hold. Not much is different, they're basically fighting each other because each one worships a different Pokemon. Of course, there are going to be people who wants the whole of Atlas to worship one Pokemon, and that's going to be their's.

@TwilightDragon

So, all sides are going to be roughly identical, beyond the name of the god they worship? That's quite odd.

Resurgence | Medieval Pokemon Roleplay

Sounds fun. I'm always a stickler for games like this! One question, however... What differentiates the nations, other than what Olympus Mon they worship?

Monsters Hotel

Oh gosh its only a matter of time before the fashionista mummy discovers Al's wardrobe consisting of entirely plaid shirts, overalls and jeans.

@Horrid

There's nothing wrong with a practical, comfortable ensemble. The only issue would come from if you go into any kind of event expecting more than Casual clothes, and that would largely be on you.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

@VitaVitaAR, are you going to post with the UMMA strike team soon? We are waiting on you.

Monsters Hotel

Djedkare stood motionless as Avalai pressed her lips to his dry scalp. A beer bottle struck his shoulder and shattered on the floor. There was a pregnant pause. Finally, Djedkare spoke. "And we didn't act like little tarts, neither! And we listened to our elders! Why, back in my day, when you had an orgy, you let everyone have their say! We'll have words later, little missy!" Djedkare, infuriated at Avalai's brash actions, moved up to the bar. He was happy to see a zombie working the counter. "Hey, tavernkeeper! Could you get me a Shirley Temple? I need something to get my scarabs settled down, and booze just doesn't do it." Djedkare had tried modern alcohol before, but it simply wasn't as good as what he had back in the day. You could hardly even taste the fruit rind or the vinegar in these new-fangled drinks!

Monsters Hotel

<Snipped quote by Earnest Evans> Omg you really are a fashionista. I love it

@ReaptheMusic

You gotta play what you know, man.

Monsters Hotel

@Earnest Evans ...if I squint i think see a little bit of blue on the intro pic Fuck this is like that stupid dress thing that blew up a few days ago

@ReaptheMusic

It's probably just the lighting of the picture, then. Still, such a dark dress clashes with your character's vibrant hair and pale skin. If I was a pale redhead vampiress, I'd wear more 'autumn'-colored clothes to have my clothing compliment my complexion and complete my collection of appealing alliteration.

Monsters Hotel

With a mighty, hacking cough, Djedkare let fly a cloud of dust. Clearing his throat (a fruitless effort, considering the status of his esophagus), he began speaking in an altogether more different tone. "Yyyyyyoooou--*Hek! Cough!* sorry, excuse me, got dust in my lungs... As I was saying, yyyooou really need a new fashion planner, honey. Pardon me for intruding, but straight dark blues and blacks definitely don't go with such a bright red as your hair. Beyond that, the sheer amount of cloth used in your clothes will make it hell for your servants! Take me, for example," Djedkare motioned to the simple cloth-and-gold headdress and loincloth combo he was wearing. "It's fashionable, it serves its purpose, and it's easy to clean! You new nobles and your fancy dresses don't know a damn about proper, functionate fashion!" Djedkare looked around, seeing for the first time the mindless thralls and hangers-on around Avalai. After sizing the crowd up, he sniffed derisively and continued rambling. "You'd do well not to have your servants about you at all times, you know? It slows work down to a halt, stresses the workers, and certainly doesn't build a rapport with them! Trust me, honey, your servants are everything! Honestly, it's nouveau riche like you that make it difficult to find good help these days! Why, back in my day, you were expected to work alongside them! The serfs, they'd say 'here comes Emperor Djedkare, the god who walks among men!' And they'd mean it! None of the brown-nosing posers I see with you would cut the mustard in my day! You give a man his own salary and land, and you help him clean your own damn house, and he'll love you as much as he'd love his father! And another thing..." Djedkare had inflicted Avalai with the worst possible curse... that of being forced to listen to an elder's complaints. The day-to-day tribulations of being an all-powerful vampire queen each day would be nothing compared to the fresh hell of being in the company of someone two-hundred generations out of date who has plenty of things to say. People say Mister Costello went insane from the shock of finding an undead king. The truth is that poor Costello was the first to be stricken by the dreaded Djedkare the Ornery.

Monsters Hotel

I'm sorry that my first post butted into your conversation, @ReaptheMusic and @oakman. I didn't really know of a better way to start off than to inject myself into a conversation.

Monsters Hotel

Djedkare Izezi rose from his bed like a bloodied moon coming up from the horizon. Awakening from the sleep of ancients, Djedkare hungered for both mortal food and company. Shambling unsteadily to the exit of the room, Djedkare yanked the door open and made his way through the threshold. Staring at the hall ahead of him through empty sockets, Djedkare began walking as if in a trance. Though he seemed to have no direction, the mummy knew exactly where he was going. Down two flights of stairs and just past the lobby was Djedkare's destination: the bar. He stared across the bar, before finding his ideal target: an aristocratic woman surrounded by what appeared to be admirers. Moving with a pace one would think impossible for a corpse to reach, Djedkare advanced on Avalai with purpose in what remained of his face. Silently slipping through the crowd of thralls and employees surrounding her with paradoxically little grace, Djedkare placed his hand on the vampiric countess's shoulders and spun her around to face him. With a torturous creak of muscles and skin positioned far too close for comfort, Djedkare spoke to Avalai Ambre Merigue. "Yyyyyyoooooou..." @ReaptheMusic