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5 yrs ago
Current Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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5 yrs ago
Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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6 yrs ago
no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
7 yrs ago
Oh shit, I'm sorry
7 yrs ago
instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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"Hey, turn around. No, no, not like that, do it cut- yeah thats the stuff!"

A flash lit up the restaurant for a moment, as the head researcher snapped a pic of one of her team doing an absurd princess-like dress swirl.

Vacation time was always wild for her team this time of year, when another crew was sent there to get another perspective on the matter. So after handing in their research notes, findings, materials and what else, the head took out a map, and after a round of drinking in the super sciency boat, as the then drunken head named it, declared they would visit wherever the dart hits on the map. All three of his darts missed, the last one bouncing off harmlessly off the ceiling. In the end, she had to intervene, her dart landing squarely on New York.

So here she was, with the rest of her crew touring New York. By the looks of them one would never even think of them as researchers, as they acted more like high school dropouts when off duty. It was so strange for her, she even dreamed of Bill Nye, complete with intro, songs, and outro.

Not knowing what else was there in New York, they wandered around aimlessly after visiting, and getting banned from the Statue of Liberty, and soon entered a famous fast food outlet. And here Clarissa Jarlheim sat still, wondering how she was going to finish this huge burger and still ask for seconds without being called a glutton. Her team was good enough people, silly and never serious. Especially the head. He'd never wake up on time, leaves his room all in a mess, and always forgets to write up the day's findings. Honestly she didn't think he'd even make it without her.

***


By the next morning, after another dream of Bill Nye, she woke up in the one room they all shared in the hotel, where most of her team were still dead asleep or somewhere groaning about their hangover. Serves them right for drinking excessively. Clarissa has simply poured her drink into another of her colleague's glass, which none of them seemed to notice. She regretted doing that however; as soon as they stumbled back into their room, the woman whose glass was kept repeatedly full, grabbed her like a vise, and dropped dead asleep on the bed. Clarissa wasn't strong enough to force her way out, so she fell into uncomfortable sleep there dreaming of meaningless things, until the woman let go of her sometime during the night.

Yawning at the memory of last night, she got ready for a walk, putting on her favorite outfit with her favorite jacket. While the rest of her team were oblivious or too drunken to know where they wanted to go, she knows of a place to relax. Which was why she didn't tell her crew about it; someone would have called the police about some street gang operating there. Snorting the mere thought of the head in jail, she headed out of the hotel after leaving a note saying she wanted to go look around alone and took a cab to Central Park. It took her a while to actually get in there as she saw the Museum of Natural History. Pure curiosity took her in there, and the sheer amount of things to look at almost made her forgot why she came here in the first place. Tearing herself away from another interesting exhibit, she walked outside towards Central Park. Nighttime had already fallen, reminding her she may not have as much time left before her head researcher comes along calling her holding several bottles of booze with her equally inebriated crew members.

That reminded her, Bill Nye was talking about the environment last night in her dreams. He was extolling the advantages of having a large park in every city, when he suddenly suggested to her she should go to Central Park and see what he means. Like in all dreams, it didn't seem that strange to her, so she readily accepted.

So here she was now, and it was almost nine o'clock. It was certainly calming in here, away from the bustle of the city. The lake was beautiful, there were statues everywhere, and was that a hotdog stand still selling at this time? Deciding she'd stay here for a while, she ordered a few hotdogs from the stand and started on them. Eating here in the park with actual trees was a nice change from the rugged ice, snow and sea she had grown accustomed to over the last few months.
Bugger. I need to rewrite that then
Assuming the corridors are normal corridors where horses cant fit through then. As well as a multitude of things.
Elrbetrt Westfeld
Liveria - Heaven's Haven

It was exciting to say the least.

To be finally free of the house, and take in all these new things. It was intimidating at first, as she had no idea where to go, what to do, or even where the roads were. Elrbetrt, or El as those who were close to her called her, was very grateful for the presence of her personal maid. She would be lost somewhere, being prey to bandits with no handsome prince to save her if her maid had not been there to guide her, and comfort her when she grew doubtful of her cause. After several weeks on the road, El had honed her senses to a such a degree she could hear a leaf crackle from far away, she could smell the oil used to maintain weapons at close range, and even through the infernal bumping and jostling of her destrier, know what sort of ground it was stepping on. Incidentally rocky terrains inflict much more pain upon her maidenly rear than soft ground or paved roads.

The sound and smell made up for it however, they had stopped upon a most heavenly open place, where she could feel the sun shining upon her unhindered, and the most fragrant smell came to her nose. Her maid told her it was a meadow blooming full of flowers. What she wouldn't give to see the light.

They had finally joined the Queen's Blade a few weeks after the meadow, where a group of knights who seemed to bear the same purpose as the Westfelds were. Not surprisingly, she had taken up the quest for the angels supposedly hiding out near the Liverian mountains. El had resigned herself for another long trot back to Liveria, with Janli, her maid, beginning preparations for such. Thus the introduction of the mage tunnels, or corridors came as a surprise to her.

In mere minutes, they were back on the soils of Liveria, her destrier seemingly excited at the smell of fresh air, and presumably at being back in its homeland. Janli's palfrey however, was more interested in the grass that grew, judging from the sounds of spirited chomping upon a patch of grass nearby.

The journey to the foothills themselves were pleasant, but the smell of decay and blood kept Elrbetrt from enjoying the ride. A slight hollow whistling of the winds and a distinct dusty smell told her all she needed to know. They had stopped in front of some sort of skulls on a stick, the wind making a slight noise every time it blew through the sockets. There seemed to be something else at the skulls, most likely some writings from the faint smell of ink, but reading was beyond her ability.

As hey moved deeper into orc territory, she could hear some pitter patter of small feet behind them, as well as heavier footsteps.She looked around, trying to hear more, wondering if she should have told the other knights. The other knights seemed aware of the threat however, judging from how they were going on with evil and malevolent things from the Nine Hells itself. Then they should have no problem detecting those people who came behind them. Who else but people have those sort of steps?

A while later, they stopped in a small clearing, where the smell of fresh earth was prevalent, though there was still that smell of filth underlying it. Her maid mentioned there were a collection of boulders ahead, looking very suspicious with their placing and arrangements, as if funneling them into a trap.

‘’If you do not mind having me putting my opinion on the matter…’’ He had a very thick accent, further strengthening his identity with El, who before, had only his scent to remember him by. ‘’It would be best we do not wait for them to strike. It would let them time to adjust to our position and possibly make a better ambush. Worst, they could have time to send people behind us and block our exit route. We could try to provoke them instead, have them be forced to come out. If these are truly savages, then they will answer our lure, even if they have a strong chief.’’

This must be a foreign knight, come to help the land against evil. She did not see much flaw in his plan, but... what if the traps were made not by savages? And what if those people behind them were..... She looked around again, a frown forming beneath the featureless faceplate helm. Orcs were orcs, and were supposedly big and scary from what she heard from the stories they tell her. If so... who were the ones behind them?

"Perhaps.... another route would be an option? If not, there is no other choice save to wait here, or to charge straight ahead through what may be a trap." She blushed horrifically at that, grateful her helm hid her face. Mustering up the courage to speak to what seemed to be a company of hardened, veteran knights was hard to say the least, not to mention they might take that as insolence towards one's betters.
I dunno, who else needs to post? If not I'll just post tonight.
Wait, does the mage's corridor network allows horses through?
Oh sweet. Will have a post up by tonight.
Gilgamesh
Acquirement of glorious money

That was easy.

Within a few matches of this poker thing, which he was sure was called something else back in his time, he had already amassed a small amount of money, around five thousand something, plus a fancy bike someone put down after losing most of his money. With the money that he had, he had rode next to another, a place they call the lottery. Come tomorrow, he would see if the ticket he bought was a winner. What was he saying? OF COURSE it was a winner. The king's instincts were always correct.

He could have always took out several bars of gold, or whatever else he could part with, and sell it, but making money out of nothing was always a fun experience.

For now.... Where was that ugly meat doll? Did she crawl back to her homeless poverty place? Hmph, perhaps he could give her a small taste of wealth. Besides, having a Master that lives in the dirt was.... nauseating for him. With a powerful whirr of the engine, Gilgamesh rode towards his Master, using the link between them to find her. It was easy enough to find her, it was not as if she was deliberately hiding.

He stopped in front of her, doing a fancy circle turn with the bike.

"Yo, meat doll. You look as poor as ever."
Well, I'm mostly just a lurker, but feel free to ask me anything. I'll answer as soon as I see it.

Anyways, how are we supposed to meet? And in what sort of circumstances would they team up and stuff?
GreaannGots & Ert of Fan cullab
A shield... Interesting.

A Saber more oriented to defense is rare to find, like a Lancer specializing in the same. A shield strong enough to hold off her sword? It was obvious that such a shied would then need to be circumvented by another means, using wits and smarts to bypass the shield.

Too bad she wasnt really in the mood for those. Brute force was more her style and any shield will break given enough pressure.

Her sword met with the large two hander that was Saber's, the force of the two swords clashing unleashing a shockwave of air around them. Lancer had simply blocked the sword with her own, the ease with which she took the blow betraying her great strength.

Three more minutes, she thought.

"Surprised?" Lancer spoke. "Do not underestimate my strength."

Her shield hand flew towards Saber's stomach, even as Lancer held his sword with her own.

The shield slams against the giant Saber's gut, forcing the titanic swordsman to back off from the clash of swords. For all the strength of Saber's shield, it only seemed to block unique effects and attacks.

Its gauging blow had given it some indication to the strength rank of its opponent, enough to equal, if a little bit less, its own under the current circumstances and greater than its when the circumstances are not met. A worthy opponent, if a bit eager to finish the duel.

"A decent parry and counter, t'is something I shall admit," Saber adjusted its footing, readying its self to strike again, "But it is not exceptional!"

Saber brought its large blade from the side, howling through the air - Lancer's experienced eyes would have no issue noticing the amount of raw power behind the blow, far greater than the last.

Might take two hands to block this one.

With a loud shriek of metal clashing upon metal, the blow swept the smaller Lancer off her feet sending her flying through the air, before she flipped backwards and landed heavily on her feet.

However, she remained unharmed, with only another scratch on her shield to show for that blow.

"Is that all?" She scoffs. "I have withstood other heroes with strength far greater than this, taken blows that would make the mountains shudder, faced down those who were blessed by the gods themselves!"

That was some food for thought. The multiple eyes of Saber were drawn to the blade, the shield and then back to Lancer. It rested its twisted broadward over its shoulder, humming.

"Really now? Would you happen to be Greek by any chance?"

There was a knowing edge to to Saber's distorted, agender voice. It brought the blade back down into stance, its eyes squinting. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was planning something in its mind.

"Posuting and baiting aside, Lancer, I appreciate your strength and hardiness. Most would have been cleaved apart, blessing of the gods or not. I am glad you are my first opponent in this war."

It waited, putting the immediate offensive to the side and allowing Lancer to make the next move.

Two minutes, she thought. She would have dearly liked to fight more, perhaps get him unarmed, but.... Saber didn't have to know that, and he certainly didn't have to know she could fight for two more minutes before her master's prana channeling to her grew insufficient, making her use her own. Besides, there seemed to be others drawn to his challenge.

"Hmph. I would have dearly liked to clash swords but, with my contraints, such hard headedness on my part would only be disadvantageous to me." Her sword thrummed with power once again, almost deafening to the ear. With a swing another swathe of light appeared, raising dust and debris as it exploded where Saber was. As the dust cleared, Lancer had already turned invisible and was long gone.

A retreat - not something Saber had seen coming. It raised an arm to block out most of the light from its several eyes, shying away from it.

"Another time, perhaps."

It would not call Lancer a coward, for there was no shame in a tactical retreat, especially when you were already at an apparent disadvantage. It didn't stop Saber from feeling disappointed, but at least it had other potential enemies to look forward to.

With Lancer gone, Saber rammed its blade into the ground, resting its hands on the pommel. Not a completely unsatisfying first engagement.
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