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Sure. I don't care.

The Strumpet Inn (Open)

Dunno if this is intuitive, but anything I put in parenthesis are internal thoughts

@CanisMajoris2

Italics are internal thoughts for me. xD

EDIT: Or rather, inner monologue.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Um... who's not posting because they're waiting on something, and who's just having trouble? @_@

@Raineh Daze

I kind of am. Can't think of anything other than having Marianne buff her sword and rush in. Plus, kind of waiting on @AtomicNut too.

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@Guess Who - Wow.

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@NarayanK It's the ears, they make her look taller than she is! =P

@Abillioncats

And the pigtails kinda help too.

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@harinezumikouken Wuah, those freakin' painting skills!! I wish i can color like that one day :o

@NarayanK

You will, one day. :3

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One of my favorite deviantArtists' did Ruby Rose. Wanted to share.

The Strumpet Inn (Open)

Mr. Scarper Montmorency

Montmorency blinked when the bartender huffed after he had finished his line of questioning. Had he said or did something wrong? Did he commit some offense unknowingly? When the gruff lizardman finally spoke with a rather displeased tone, Scarper turned his head to the right as directed and instantly understood what wrong he had committed. He was erroneous in his assumptions that the Strumpet Inn's owner was male. My, how sexist of him. Women could own businesses and property too, after all! Mentally, he reprimanded himself. What was that silly little saying about making assumptions? Something about...making donkeys? Well, he certainly felt like a donkey, though it didn't show on his face. Turning back just in time to see the lizardman storm off, grumbling.

"Drat. Have I already made such an unfavorable initial impression?"
Staring at the bartender's back as he continued to walk off, Scarper's mind worked tirelessly towards methods of restoring his image.
"Should I apologize profusely to the bar owner? No, that would not do."
But, he would still apologize.
"Should I declare myself an idiot and decry my ignorance? No, that would not do either."
He knew that was not true.
Scarper is a dignified and intelligent man.
Humans are flawed creatures and are not flawed creatures permitted to make minor mistakes from time to time? He certainly did not think himself perfect or above others, that would just be arrogant.
It was when a musical giggle was heard did Scarper finally return from his thoughts that he turned to face the bar owner.
"Oh." He blinked.

Scarper removed his glasses and slipped them into his inner vest pocket.
It appeared that at least she did not seem to take any offense. But what was so funny? Was there something on his face? Did someone tell a funny joke? Or was it his bumbling actions that was the cause for her tittering? Why did she shake her head? These and so many other questions littered Scarper's mind.

"Curious. Curious indeed."
He looked at her presented hand and perked up a little, smiling warmly at her as she introduced herself.
"Lovely."
He thought.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Veda. As you may have heard, I am Scarper Montmorency. I, myself, am doing fantastic today, thank you for asking. How does this day treat a lady such as yourself?"
Taking her hand in a firm but still gentle grasp, he shook it exactly two times.
Once.
Twice.
He hoped his hands weren't cold.
Though his mother once told him something that bothered him to this day.
"Warm hands, cold heart."
Did that mean the opposite was true?
He didn't think himself a bad person.
But, the thought of a 'cold' handshake disturbed him.
"I do apologize for the misunderstanding, Miss Veda. I have just recently arrived in town from my travels and learned of your wonderful establishment just today. I did not care to discover or ask as to the gender of said owner and only jumped to foolish conclusions. Please, forgive me for my blunders."
Scarper again smiled, the corners of his lips tugging just a smidgen wider than they normally did.
"As you may have heard when I was speaking to your bartender, the dragoness outside has business to conduct with you. She had bid me entrance to your inn and requested the owner specifically, but it seems that she was also under the assumption that the owner was male as well."
His eyes briefly looked Veda up and down.
"And much older."

@BlytheChi

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Kuhaku Shiro - City of Vale

He had been going on for who knows how long. Lost in his own rambling world he carried on blabbering and blathering to no one in particular as for some reason he was having a bout of hyperactive word vomit, diarrhea of the mouth if you would pardon the disgusting mental image. Spouting out every immediate random thought that happened to pass his mind, he was actually tiring himself out from talking so much and pacing in circles. When he decided to finally shut up for a second or two, he decided to take a break to catch his breath for a moment. He hadn't had one of these 'verbal attacks' in a while. You know, when a conversation wasn't exactly going in any particular direction one subject and thought leading to another? Still, surely some of the students around him must've been thankful that he was quiet if only for the moment. Thank the deities above.

In his temporary silence, Shiro's ears perked as he remembered something.
He had received a second message on his Scroll that he almost forgot to read.
"Oh!"
A few random students tensed up at the sound he made, thinking he was about to start up again.
But instead, Shiro dug into his pockets to pull out his Scroll and unlocked its screen to pull up the message.

Eyes scanning the message, his eyes brightened when he learned that Beacon would be hosting some event this coming Monday.
As he read, line by line, one could visibly see the increasing excitement and building energy.
His tail wagging faster and faster as his smile grew wider and wider.
"Free food! Totally down for that!"
Though, he didn't quite know what 'crepes' were.
Hey, try anything once, right?
"A race! Definitely have to sign up for that! I wonder what the prizes are?"
Anything to flex and show off his physical ability, plus obstacle courses were just ever-so-fun for him.
"Aww, man! A wrestling tournament! Gotta talk to Gren and see if he'd be cool with pairing up as a duo! Or maybe Abel? No, wait. Both of them are pretty big, so they should pair up together! There's also Oswald...Hmm..."
He was practically bouncing by this point, grinning at the thought of such a day.
"Make up some silly names, create some cool masks...OH! Combo moves too! Gotta give them some super kickass names too! Like signature moves!"
Even if he wasn't going to ultimately participate, it would definitely be fun to go watch. Maybe could get some friends together for that day to go see. Cheer on the friends he knew and root for whichever teams or sides.
He was getting pumped just from thinking about it. Even though it was days from now.

Then he finished reading the message.
He stopped bouncing.
His tail stopped wagging.
The light in his eyes faded.
His smile slowly died.

"...Oh."

Silent, Shiro stared at his Scroll for a good minute.
Any and all of his incessant and erratic thoughts vacated his mind as even internally he was silent.

He locked his Scroll.
He returned it to his pocket.
He then stuffed his hands into his pockets as his energy dramatically vanished.
Expression blank, he turned to look over his shoulder at everyone that he knew present.

"Ah...I'm gonna go ahead and...head off to the pizzeria now. Getting hungry. See you all there."
Turning away, he started off.
His sudden mood swing rather alarming, he said and did nothing else as he walked away.

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Posting soon.