I feel your pain, Snow. Recently had to drive 1000 miles myself. Eugh.
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Pyro, check the google doc. As far as the contest, I actually thought of participating in this one. Don't know why I didn't. Chalk it up to laziness.
Marianne blinked when the scaled and strange man indicated that he would be part of the sewer expedition, his voice quiet and hard to discern. Curiously, she noticed that he had maintained a bit of distance from her. It seemed most people shyed themselves away from her for one reason or another. Was it due to Ricard forcefully pushing others away with his harsh tongue and lethal threats? Sighing softly, she couldn't help but feel that her noble Elven blood was perhaps the main cause. Not many wanted to associate themselves with an Elf, her kind giving themselves a sort of reputation for being cold and hateful. Sadly, this was not the case for Marianne. She was quite the opposite really, and wanted to demonstrate that not all Elven kind were so icy-hearted. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden outburst by the bearded gentleman who reeked of the sea and its inhabitants.
Listening to him and observing his body language, Marianne couldn't help but smile. She raised her hand to her lips in a half-hearted and feeble attempt to hide her smile. The bearded gentleman was quite a character, and he seemed to be a very proud man. His voice was loud and clear, and his speech simple and to the point. She couldn't help but let out a soft giggle to herself, failing to stifle it. Some small part of her was glad she would be going on the expedition with the gentleman. Regardless of his rather rough appearance and questionable body odor, Marianne found herself delighted and charmed already.
Turning to the tall man swathed in flowing cloth, he thanked her for her words but mentioned no need for her apology. Frowning slightly at his following words, she shook her head. "While I may not be to blame for the actions of others, Ricard is still my companion and thusly I am still responsible. Ricard is very short-fused and his temper is erratic, sometimes unreasonably so." She shook her head. "No apology from yourself is required, what has been said is said. What's done is done." To that end, Marianne smiled brightly at the man, as if to thank him for his own kind words and consideration.
Listening to him and observing his body language, Marianne couldn't help but smile. She raised her hand to her lips in a half-hearted and feeble attempt to hide her smile. The bearded gentleman was quite a character, and he seemed to be a very proud man. His voice was loud and clear, and his speech simple and to the point. She couldn't help but let out a soft giggle to herself, failing to stifle it. Some small part of her was glad she would be going on the expedition with the gentleman. Regardless of his rather rough appearance and questionable body odor, Marianne found herself delighted and charmed already.
Turning to the tall man swathed in flowing cloth, he thanked her for her words but mentioned no need for her apology. Frowning slightly at his following words, she shook her head. "While I may not be to blame for the actions of others, Ricard is still my companion and thusly I am still responsible. Ricard is very short-fused and his temper is erratic, sometimes unreasonably so." She shook her head. "No apology from yourself is required, what has been said is said. What's done is done." To that end, Marianne smiled brightly at the man, as if to thank him for his own kind words and consideration.
Shiro blinked a few times before reaching up to rub at his eyes to ensure what he was seeing was real. Lowering his gloved paws, he blinked once more before he was convinced that what he was looking at was indeed real. Reaching up, he pulled back his hood to reveal his own white, furry ears. Sniffing at the air, Shiro carefully scanned all around him to make sure it wasn't some sort of odd trap. For the time being, all seemed clear and peaceful. As he slowly approached the young Bear Faunus, he was a little confused. From his understanding of the mission, the island they were on was abandoned long ago. There shouldn't be anyone there, as far as he knew. Or perhaps he misread something important. Did people live out here, isolated from the rest of the world? Clearly so, as evident by the young boy in front of him.
Nearing the bear cub on all fours, he maintained his distance. His nerves were frayed and he honestly didn't feel like dealing with something surprising and unexpected so soon into the start of their mission. But, eyeing the brilliant green lizard-pet, Shiro started to feel a bit better and at ease. Having encountered another of his kind, sort of. He would prefer to stay away from any humans presently. Smiling, he sat in his usual unique way. With his bottom, feet, and paws all touching the ground in an odd sit-crouch. Tail swaying behind him, he began to question the boy.
"Hey, kid. You're a Faunus too, huh?" For reasons unknown, Shiro felt like restating the obvious, returning the boy's wave although a bit late. "Oh, uh..My name is Shiro, what's yours? Is that your friend?" He motioned toward the lizard, eying it again with rapt curiosity. He started to feel a bit more talkative again. "Why would I be inside? Who are the 'coats' and why would they be mad?" Shiro looked 'round himself again, before turning back to inquire the cub more. "What is this place, could you tell me?" Shiro realized he may have been asking the boy too many questions at once, partially interrogating him. Scratching his ears nervously, he decided to apologize. "Ah, sorry if I'm asking too many questions." Ear twitching, Shiro detected movement and noise behind him. Turning his head slightly, he went to see if one of his teammates had followed him, but didn't dare remove his sight from the young bear cub and his companion completely.
Nearing the bear cub on all fours, he maintained his distance. His nerves were frayed and he honestly didn't feel like dealing with something surprising and unexpected so soon into the start of their mission. But, eyeing the brilliant green lizard-pet, Shiro started to feel a bit better and at ease. Having encountered another of his kind, sort of. He would prefer to stay away from any humans presently. Smiling, he sat in his usual unique way. With his bottom, feet, and paws all touching the ground in an odd sit-crouch. Tail swaying behind him, he began to question the boy.
"Hey, kid. You're a Faunus too, huh?" For reasons unknown, Shiro felt like restating the obvious, returning the boy's wave although a bit late. "Oh, uh..My name is Shiro, what's yours? Is that your friend?" He motioned toward the lizard, eying it again with rapt curiosity. He started to feel a bit more talkative again. "Why would I be inside? Who are the 'coats' and why would they be mad?" Shiro looked 'round himself again, before turning back to inquire the cub more. "What is this place, could you tell me?" Shiro realized he may have been asking the boy too many questions at once, partially interrogating him. Scratching his ears nervously, he decided to apologize. "Ah, sorry if I'm asking too many questions." Ear twitching, Shiro detected movement and noise behind him. Turning his head slightly, he went to see if one of his teammates had followed him, but didn't dare remove his sight from the young bear cub and his companion completely.
Lol @ 'Shiro's Four Modes'
Okay, no cream.
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No preference.
Cream?
Is there any specific post order for Team SASG? Or can we just post willy-nilly?
Marianne was startled when the gentleman hidden within the shadows revealed himself and began to speak. Following him with her eyes as he rounded the table where they gathered, she eyed the stack of papers he unceremoniously set in the table's center. Seeing the antlered Mr. Ghurst grab a few to review them, she felt inclined to do the same. Reaching across, she gathered the reports that remained and skimmed over its contents. Leafing through the papers, she quickly decided her next course of action.
Returning the shadowy gentleman's findings to the center of the table neatly, she thoughtfully listened to each of the other guests as they spoke. Occasionally, she found herself glancing at the dripping mercenary woman who had arrived late to the scene and the rather gruff looking man who was noisily consuming something with a horrid stench. Her gaze lingered on the bearded man for a moment before turning her focus to the other guests. Her short-attention span made it a little difficult to keep track of each and every guest. So many of them had different backgrounds and nearly all were of different race. Lost in her own mind, she found herself staring at the bronze Golem woman in awe before she realized that she was the only one present with Elven blood and was brought back to reality. Blinking, she shook her head slightly and raised her hand.
"I volunteer to be part of Mr. Ghurst's expedition. There are lives that could potentially be in immediate danger that I would rather focus my efforts upon. For all of our knowledge, the first expedition may very well still be alive." She paused, looking down for a brief moment. "I would like to hope so and believe that they are. At the very least we can do is retrieve their bodies if they have fallen and properly lay them to rest to honor them. That is my largest concern at this time, to learn the whereabouts of the first expedition and potentially rescue them." Lowering her hand, part of her wished that she demonstrated a lack of fear of the unknown in her decision. That, and the fact that she was never afraid to get a little adventurous and dirty. It sounded a little fun, even. What was a little wet and mud, anyways? She could always bathe herself and launder her clothing.
Ricard's ears and tail grew rigid as he huffed, incredulous at Marianne's sudden decision. Without even having consulted him first, too! He tilted his head and caught her gaze, "Dearest Princess!.." he exclaimed. He thought to reject her decision, but he had neither the will nor political power to do so. So many thoughts coursed through his mind. The dark and wet! The mud and grime! Not to even begin to mention the other strange guests that would be working alongside her! He wanted to protest. He wanted to say 'No', but he couldn't. Marianne eyes softened as she gave him a warm smile, reaching over to caress the top of his head. "Ricard...Trust me, it'll be fine." Ricard whined ever so slightly, but held his tongue and kept his words to himself. He just couldn't understand what was so important to her, to help these dirty foreigners in matters completely unrelated to their own. Whether it was her foolish bull-headed ways or her ever-compassionate heart that was the cause of her actions, he couldn't say. He would've much preferred the two of them remain above, chasing after whatever useless information was out there until she was pleased. The pair returning home after having done so. But no, she wanted to roll around in the muck. Meaning he would have to go with her. Oh, yes. That much was certain and automatically clear. He wouldn't allow let his dearest Princess to traipse about without him. He resigned himself and sighed.
Marianne took into account what the young lady with the kitten had said and stood to address the guests within the parlour. Placing her hand on her chest, she looked to each and every one of them as she spoke. "If it be of some help, though I may not look the part, I am adept at the blade and bow. I also know of some protective and healing magicks, though I am not as skilled in sorcery as I am in combat. If my skills are required elsewhere, I will gladly alter my decision. I merely wished to state my preference." Turning look at Ricard, she placed her hand on his nape. Ricard stood and begrudgingly spoke. "As for mine self, I am exceptionally skilled in close battle. My knowledge of sorceries is vast and the magicks I commonly use are powerful. Though, take heed vile cretins. I will not be parting from my dearest Princess. Take that into account." Ricard then sat, Marianne rolled her eyes and shook her head. Always with the offensive insults with him. Marianne returned to her seat as Ricard eyed a tall human with disheveled hair and beard. His ears perked when he heard the human utter something under his breath, which immediately triggered his rage.
"Didst thou utter something, rampallian!? Doth something interest thine eyes!?" He snarled. Ricard looked as though he was preparing to lunge across the table at the man. Marianne's hand shot forth to grab a fistful of Ricard's fur and hide, jerking him downward. "Ricard!" She sharply whispered at him. Ricard turned to look at Marianne. Under her breath, her words seething with hot anger, she commanded him to leave the parlour. "You have embarrassed me for the last time today!" A pointed finger aimed at the entrance, Ricard's large form seemed to shrink at the sight of it. "Leave." Ricard's ears flattened sadly, he thought to contest her command. Marianne's brow arched and she pointed at the door yet again. Ricard briefly looked at the other guests before mournfully padding toward the door. Turning his head to look back at her, he saw her mouth the word 'Outside'. Nudging the door open with his snout, he sat just outside of the entrance as the door closed on him. He huffed, he didn't do any wrong.
Marianne buried her face in her hands, her cheeks burning a hot pink. Lowering her hands to fold them in her lap, she attempted a smile and shook her head. "I apologize for my companion's behavior, I sincerely do. Sometimes I wonder if the only emotion he knows is anger." She laughed, her rosy cheeks eventually fading and returning to their pale complexion.
Returning the shadowy gentleman's findings to the center of the table neatly, she thoughtfully listened to each of the other guests as they spoke. Occasionally, she found herself glancing at the dripping mercenary woman who had arrived late to the scene and the rather gruff looking man who was noisily consuming something with a horrid stench. Her gaze lingered on the bearded man for a moment before turning her focus to the other guests. Her short-attention span made it a little difficult to keep track of each and every guest. So many of them had different backgrounds and nearly all were of different race. Lost in her own mind, she found herself staring at the bronze Golem woman in awe before she realized that she was the only one present with Elven blood and was brought back to reality. Blinking, she shook her head slightly and raised her hand.
"I volunteer to be part of Mr. Ghurst's expedition. There are lives that could potentially be in immediate danger that I would rather focus my efforts upon. For all of our knowledge, the first expedition may very well still be alive." She paused, looking down for a brief moment. "I would like to hope so and believe that they are. At the very least we can do is retrieve their bodies if they have fallen and properly lay them to rest to honor them. That is my largest concern at this time, to learn the whereabouts of the first expedition and potentially rescue them." Lowering her hand, part of her wished that she demonstrated a lack of fear of the unknown in her decision. That, and the fact that she was never afraid to get a little adventurous and dirty. It sounded a little fun, even. What was a little wet and mud, anyways? She could always bathe herself and launder her clothing.
Ricard's ears and tail grew rigid as he huffed, incredulous at Marianne's sudden decision. Without even having consulted him first, too! He tilted his head and caught her gaze, "Dearest Princess!.." he exclaimed. He thought to reject her decision, but he had neither the will nor political power to do so. So many thoughts coursed through his mind. The dark and wet! The mud and grime! Not to even begin to mention the other strange guests that would be working alongside her! He wanted to protest. He wanted to say 'No', but he couldn't. Marianne eyes softened as she gave him a warm smile, reaching over to caress the top of his head. "Ricard...Trust me, it'll be fine." Ricard whined ever so slightly, but held his tongue and kept his words to himself. He just couldn't understand what was so important to her, to help these dirty foreigners in matters completely unrelated to their own. Whether it was her foolish bull-headed ways or her ever-compassionate heart that was the cause of her actions, he couldn't say. He would've much preferred the two of them remain above, chasing after whatever useless information was out there until she was pleased. The pair returning home after having done so. But no, she wanted to roll around in the muck. Meaning he would have to go with her. Oh, yes. That much was certain and automatically clear. He wouldn't allow let his dearest Princess to traipse about without him. He resigned himself and sighed.
Marianne took into account what the young lady with the kitten had said and stood to address the guests within the parlour. Placing her hand on her chest, she looked to each and every one of them as she spoke. "If it be of some help, though I may not look the part, I am adept at the blade and bow. I also know of some protective and healing magicks, though I am not as skilled in sorcery as I am in combat. If my skills are required elsewhere, I will gladly alter my decision. I merely wished to state my preference." Turning look at Ricard, she placed her hand on his nape. Ricard stood and begrudgingly spoke. "As for mine self, I am exceptionally skilled in close battle. My knowledge of sorceries is vast and the magicks I commonly use are powerful. Though, take heed vile cretins. I will not be parting from my dearest Princess. Take that into account." Ricard then sat, Marianne rolled her eyes and shook her head. Always with the offensive insults with him. Marianne returned to her seat as Ricard eyed a tall human with disheveled hair and beard. His ears perked when he heard the human utter something under his breath, which immediately triggered his rage.
"Didst thou utter something, rampallian!? Doth something interest thine eyes!?" He snarled. Ricard looked as though he was preparing to lunge across the table at the man. Marianne's hand shot forth to grab a fistful of Ricard's fur and hide, jerking him downward. "Ricard!" She sharply whispered at him. Ricard turned to look at Marianne. Under her breath, her words seething with hot anger, she commanded him to leave the parlour. "You have embarrassed me for the last time today!" A pointed finger aimed at the entrance, Ricard's large form seemed to shrink at the sight of it. "Leave." Ricard's ears flattened sadly, he thought to contest her command. Marianne's brow arched and she pointed at the door yet again. Ricard briefly looked at the other guests before mournfully padding toward the door. Turning his head to look back at her, he saw her mouth the word 'Outside'. Nudging the door open with his snout, he sat just outside of the entrance as the door closed on him. He huffed, he didn't do any wrong.
Marianne buried her face in her hands, her cheeks burning a hot pink. Lowering her hands to fold them in her lap, she attempted a smile and shook her head. "I apologize for my companion's behavior, I sincerely do. Sometimes I wonder if the only emotion he knows is anger." She laughed, her rosy cheeks eventually fading and returning to their pale complexion.
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I don't think that's necessary. Mana comes back slowly enough that it can be treated as a finite resource in an engagement. If someone runs out of mana, it'll be some time (half an hour or more depending on the person) before even a single spell can be used. Plus, mana consumption makes the user tired in the same way as physical exercise.
Alrighty-rooty.
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