A pimp needs to be able to keep his girls in check though.
Aesil eats mountains for fun. What does Pascale do?
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If Aesil opened up a glory hole, Lyndsey better open up a clinic instead. That'll get her tons of money as all the men in Beacon go to her to heal their shark-tooth-lacerated dicks.
Don't need a White Mage if you have Life Leech and god tier MP sustain.
Asura, if you seized control, the RP will die even faster. :3
It'd be nice if Nef did his thing, yeah?
Liliz is a healthy, social young girl. She couldn't care less for the opinions of some basement dweller gamer nerds.
That hurt.
The bullet that passed right through him hurt, probably a pain on the same level of being hit by a battering ram powered by a tank. There was a white hot point of pain from the entry point, and around that injury, his body burned with an invigorating sensation part way between pain and pleasure. It warmed him from head to toe, sending shivers down his spine, and for a moment, as Marzia dragged him to safety, the boy was in rapture, between heaven and hell. Then, the reality of the situation hit, and Zeal grimaced, unzipping his coat to take a look at his injury. The hole was clean, but it was still enough to get his undershirt bloodied. His teeth chattering in a sudden spasm as he peeled up his shirt, Zeal sighed, then regreted the torso movement that came along with such an action, hissing as another bolt of pain burst from within him.
Bring out a piece of bread from his pocket and taking a bite of the stale piece, the Gemstone forced himself to chew as he murmured another line from a certain fairy tale, directing the backlash onto the railing of the staircase. As his injuries closed and the railing disintegrated, he poked the newly closed hole, before saying, as if the whole 'getting shot' thing wasn't much of a big deal, “Well, Mary, what do you think?
We COULD just use our half dead skeleton as a meatshield, or we COULD jailbreak a gang of angry delinquent espers ...or you can get off your lazy ass and do your magic thing.”
With a quick check on his watch, Zeal smiled. “It's 2:41PM. No students should be out on the streets yet.”
The bullet that passed right through him hurt, probably a pain on the same level of being hit by a battering ram powered by a tank. There was a white hot point of pain from the entry point, and around that injury, his body burned with an invigorating sensation part way between pain and pleasure. It warmed him from head to toe, sending shivers down his spine, and for a moment, as Marzia dragged him to safety, the boy was in rapture, between heaven and hell. Then, the reality of the situation hit, and Zeal grimaced, unzipping his coat to take a look at his injury. The hole was clean, but it was still enough to get his undershirt bloodied. His teeth chattering in a sudden spasm as he peeled up his shirt, Zeal sighed, then regreted the torso movement that came along with such an action, hissing as another bolt of pain burst from within him.
Bring out a piece of bread from his pocket and taking a bite of the stale piece, the Gemstone forced himself to chew as he murmured another line from a certain fairy tale, directing the backlash onto the railing of the staircase. As his injuries closed and the railing disintegrated, he poked the newly closed hole, before saying, as if the whole 'getting shot' thing wasn't much of a big deal, “Well, Mary, what do you think?
We COULD just use our half dead skeleton as a meatshield, or we COULD jailbreak a gang of angry delinquent espers ...or you can get off your lazy ass and do your magic thing.”
With a quick check on his watch, Zeal smiled. “It's 2:41PM. No students should be out on the streets yet.”
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Such elegance in the opening. Feel like I can try this type of RP, if only because I've never seen something like this before.
Reading is for losers.
Roleplaying is for nerds.
Liliz just kills things.
Roleplaying is for nerds.
Liliz just kills things.
A guide fairy? With a quick jerk of her head, Liliz looked behind her, trying to see if she had somehow sprouted wings during her trip from the top of the cliff to the village, but, alas, she had no butterfly wings, not even small ones. It seemed then, that, despite this 'Bishop's' rather normal appearance, he too was a gaming nerd, perhaps the type that enjoyed dabbling into a bit of roleplaying on the side. Then again, if she remembered correctly, roleplaying in this game WAS part of the whole immersion experience. Letting the older boy drag her off to the blacksmith that apparently was a quest objective, Liliz obeyed the 'Join Bishop's Party' prompt that popped up, and with that, allowed the leeching to begin. As her new party member talked to the blacksmith woman (who seemed to be swamped with nails at the moment), Liliz simply looked around again. She wasn't particularly interested in any of the backstory or lore of Threshold of Kakophonia. It was just the means to an end, after all. Who needs to know the name of some festival in some random town in order to level up? Liliz, after all, wanted to be the person who NAMED the towns.
A proper, master adventurer, exploring the depths of the unknown while fighting monsters never before seen. It was a wonderful fantasy, and for that end, she'll humor the quests for now.
Blinking back into the real world once more, as Bishop said some words she didn't catch, Liliz responded with a nod, before walking off in whatever direction, just slow enough so that she would be three steps behind him and appear like she knew where he was going, yet still letting him take the lead. Weaving through the crowd of other brown-colored players and slightly better dressed NPCs, the duo finally met with the next objective for that chain quest, a fattish looking man who had a backpack full of wares. A merchant, apparently. As she allowed her partner to handle the roleplaying again, Liliz brought out the map interface and marked that place off with a smile. Blacksmith, food stands, merchant, cheap inns, her map was slowly getting the essentials, and it felt sorta nice. Now she just needed to find the apothecary, and she'll have all the knowledge needed for her first few forays.
Zoning out of the exposition race explanations that the white-haired girl had absolutely zero interest in, as she was pretty much certain that combat for humans would just be hitting things with hard objects until they fell over and died, Liliz was rather amused when the second quest completed in a similarly fast manner, and suddenly, with a pretty flash, she found a variety of weapons in her hands.
Weathered Bronze Sword: At least it isn't made of wood.
Antique Pistol: Better pray that it doesn't explode on your face.
Spear the Gugniry: Cheap imitation of an ancient badass vampire lance.
Chopping Axe: Because tools can be weapons too.
Rock Fists: Clench rocks while punching things, and your fists become harder!
Honestly, it was too much for one girl to carry, so she just said with a smile, “Mr. Merchant, you can have all these things back. Thanks for the generous offerings, but I'll be fine with just one.”
And with that, she dumped everything onto the merchant's hands except for the Chopping Axe, before walking off. Thankfully, she had also mapped out all the known entrances and exits in the town, so getting to the fields to kill things would be easy. Or, at least, she was assuming that they were going to kill things, because why else would she suddenly get weapons?
Reading, for one, was not a favoured past time of Liliz.
“So, Bishop, let's go hunting!”
A proper, master adventurer, exploring the depths of the unknown while fighting monsters never before seen. It was a wonderful fantasy, and for that end, she'll humor the quests for now.
Blinking back into the real world once more, as Bishop said some words she didn't catch, Liliz responded with a nod, before walking off in whatever direction, just slow enough so that she would be three steps behind him and appear like she knew where he was going, yet still letting him take the lead. Weaving through the crowd of other brown-colored players and slightly better dressed NPCs, the duo finally met with the next objective for that chain quest, a fattish looking man who had a backpack full of wares. A merchant, apparently. As she allowed her partner to handle the roleplaying again, Liliz brought out the map interface and marked that place off with a smile. Blacksmith, food stands, merchant, cheap inns, her map was slowly getting the essentials, and it felt sorta nice. Now she just needed to find the apothecary, and she'll have all the knowledge needed for her first few forays.
Zoning out of the exposition race explanations that the white-haired girl had absolutely zero interest in, as she was pretty much certain that combat for humans would just be hitting things with hard objects until they fell over and died, Liliz was rather amused when the second quest completed in a similarly fast manner, and suddenly, with a pretty flash, she found a variety of weapons in her hands.
Weathered Bronze Sword: At least it isn't made of wood.
Antique Pistol: Better pray that it doesn't explode on your face.
Spear the Gugniry: Cheap imitation of an ancient badass vampire lance.
Chopping Axe: Because tools can be weapons too.
Rock Fists: Clench rocks while punching things, and your fists become harder!
Honestly, it was too much for one girl to carry, so she just said with a smile, “Mr. Merchant, you can have all these things back. Thanks for the generous offerings, but I'll be fine with just one.”
And with that, she dumped everything onto the merchant's hands except for the Chopping Axe, before walking off. Thankfully, she had also mapped out all the known entrances and exits in the town, so getting to the fields to kill things would be easy. Or, at least, she was assuming that they were going to kill things, because why else would she suddenly get weapons?
Reading, for one, was not a favoured past time of Liliz.
“So, Bishop, let's go hunting!”
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