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No, we can still do this. The maids could possibly chase Fanilly into the wrong bath.
"....ok...firstly, you chased a small child half a building away. Secondly, could you please pass me a towel."
But yeah, up to y'all!
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"....ok...firstly, you chased a small child half a building away. Secondly, could you please pass me a towel."
But yeah, up to y'all!
well frick. there goes my contrived way of getting a post out quickly. on the upshot, maids!
...hmm. are the private baths separated by gender or are they just private bathrooms along a main hall? I have no idea how co-ed we're talking here.
I ask because I could see Gillian keeping one, for obvious reasons.
...hmm. are the private baths separated by gender or are they just private bathrooms along a main hall? I have no idea how co-ed we're talking here.
I ask because I could see Gillian keeping one, for obvious reasons.
And so I want Fanilly's bath trip to result in comedy somehow.
Someone, make it happen.
Also the courier will be giving out some important information. I might even post my followup tomorrow since my post isn't addressing everyone at once this time, really.
I mean....i can. If you want.
"this...this is literally the mens bath. how did you mess this up this badly captain?"
Me mostly. Busted arm.
Figured you were bothering with Ian, but the intent was to see you or having Sult heal it. Either or.
Figured you were bothering with Ian, but the intent was to see you or having Sult heal it. Either or.
Now, where did I say Elionne was dead?
So Elioone is in Tyaethe's armor with Tyaethe? Oh the scandal.
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I don't even know what this means.
That her figure is attractive to the point of absurdity. And the various girl captains she's worked with are put off by it.
Clearly its just that Tyaethe is /comically/ stacked.
It puts off the young maidens she's in charge of.
It puts off the young maidens she's in charge of.
Things that you don't have whilst perpetually in armour: a sex life. :P
...actually that brings up a question, do undead decompose?
Just imagine the stench of her armor if thats the case, worse if they still sweat (though I cant imagine why they would).
well...
...idunnowhattado
Could attempt to have him get treated by teller, maybe react to the doctors...terseness, I guess? (the whole addressing Ian like livestock thing). Have Ian be totes adorable. Maybe limply attempt follow Marianne, though he should probably get fixed up.
edits: other ideas
Gillian’s face was slightly flushed, both from the heat of the battle and its conclusion for their flank. The movement, for their part, had been entirely pointless, and he swore he heard at least one knight describe it as ‘being caught with their dicks in their hands’ by the end. While they effectively missed out on the second portion of the battle, none of them were dead, and he would gladly take the embarrassment of poor command over the alternative. He collected his abandoned spear while the remainder of the flank celebrated or swept across the battlefield, performing the normal mercy killings for those too injured to take captive. The captains charge still weighed heavily in his thoughts, how could that child be so damned foolish? Were there more to the ambush than just the tree and some crazy bandit ‘king’ they could have well suffered greater losses. Still, were he to admit that to Klien, his old friend would surely tear into him for focusing too strongly on the hypothetical.
He is pushed out of his thoughts by a sharp twang of pain coursing through his artificial arm. He grabs the offending appendage, hissing curses while the wave of pain washes over him. The Adrenalin of the fight had since worn off, and the minor hit now began to show its true colors, the socket of the arm audibly grinding in his ears as he moved the arm. He sighs, knowing that going to the doctor should be made a priority, though the thought filled him with more anxiety than any battle could. The only one he knew of was the odd fellow in the plague mask from earlier, and little about the man screamed ‘warm beside manner’. Lifting up his gauntlet a bit, the young man whispers into the black chitenous wrist laying underneath, “Le Vrai Nom”. He shuddered as the cold rush of magic shot through him, watching as the hard black shell of his arm fades into pale flesh. It would hardly hold up to the scrutiny of a trained medicine man, but it should be enough to avoid causing too much of a scene.
"Th-...thank you all for...waking me. N-now if you'll excuse me, I must...uphold Delacroix traditions..." he hears as the approaches the now frozen log, as the young Delacroix rushes past, face flush, evidently fleeing some social fuax pas between her and the two knights who had rushed to aid the young captain. Teller was not far away, already tending to the hundi knight. “Is…this the line for the good doctor then?” he asks the two, clutching his arm at the shoulder.
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He is pushed out of his thoughts by a sharp twang of pain coursing through his artificial arm. He grabs the offending appendage, hissing curses while the wave of pain washes over him. The Adrenalin of the fight had since worn off, and the minor hit now began to show its true colors, the socket of the arm audibly grinding in his ears as he moved the arm. He sighs, knowing that going to the doctor should be made a priority, though the thought filled him with more anxiety than any battle could. The only one he knew of was the odd fellow in the plague mask from earlier, and little about the man screamed ‘warm beside manner’. Lifting up his gauntlet a bit, the young man whispers into the black chitenous wrist laying underneath, “Le Vrai Nom”. He shuddered as the cold rush of magic shot through him, watching as the hard black shell of his arm fades into pale flesh. It would hardly hold up to the scrutiny of a trained medicine man, but it should be enough to avoid causing too much of a scene.
"Th-...thank you all for...waking me. N-now if you'll excuse me, I must...uphold Delacroix traditions..." he hears as the approaches the now frozen log, as the young Delacroix rushes past, face flush, evidently fleeing some social fuax pas between her and the two knights who had rushed to aid the young captain. Teller was not far away, already tending to the hundi knight. “Is…this the line for the good doctor then?” he asks the two, clutching his arm at the shoulder.
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