Also yes, Kasim rarely thinks about consequences of things.
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Hey Limey, you can't just have your character slap mine and decide it connects. Kasim wouldn't just stand there and take it, he would try to dodge and he's got the Slippery trait. At the very least that needs a GM roll to determine connection or dodge since I don't want it to hit and you do want it to hit, and then from that point on we'd have to do a bit of a collab going forward. As it stands your character just bitch slaps my character and moves on doing other stuff as if Kasim would just stand there and do nothing, which is not at all the case.
Also yes, Kasim rarely thinks about consequences of things.
Also yes, Kasim rarely thinks about consequences of things.
Father - Liam Neeson
Mother - Ellen DeGeneres
Sister - Miley Cyrus
Brother - Ryan Gosling
Uncle - Peter Dinklage
Okay then. That was a mildly amusing waste of 2 minutes.
Mother - Ellen DeGeneres
Sister - Miley Cyrus
Brother - Ryan Gosling
Uncle - Peter Dinklage
Okay then. That was a mildly amusing waste of 2 minutes.
Seeing the citizens working together to help the wounded and put out the fires, and that they were following her suggestion to stay safe in this area, Zin decided there wasn't anything more for her to do there. She could do nothing to help the wounded, aside from offering blood to her fellow vampires, but those needs were already being taken care of by the townsfolk. The fire was being dealt with by them as well, and everyone seemed relatively calm and orderly already. Perhaps she could have stepped into the confrontation between her fellow Queen's Blades, but that was not something that appealed to her at the moment.
Zin quietly headed off away from the town square, making for the lakeside and the queens to see if there was anything else that must be done.
Kasim could feel his heart beating quickly, just as insistent as it had been during the brief combat with the orc. It had started upon seeing Queen Kouri and admiring her delectable assets, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of jealousy toward the lycanthrope woman who seemed to know exactly what was on his mind given the smugness on her fact. Well, it wasn't quite jealousy for Queen Alexandria's situation exactly, because Kasim was not one to be treated as a pet, but the idea of having Kouri in such a position instead...
However, the one thing stronger than Kasim's libido also came into play here: his desire to be known as a hero. Here was his opportunity, a chance to regale the queens of Renalta with his heroic deeds. Dean had provided a great avenue to move forward as well, with the news of the foul mage's whereabouts. Kasim could make a doubly heroic maneuver here, both boasting of deeds done and declaring deeds to be done in the future, and this with a grand audience the likes of which he'd never been privileged to address before. That was what kept his blood pumping at its frantic pace after the initial rush of lust had passed.
Kasim was, of course, the first of the group to step forward and respond to Queen Kouri's question. He did not bother with any nonsense formality like bowing or kneeling, instead getting right into it. "The eastern watch tower was guarded by three fearsome orcs. I slew one of them in single combat, while the others struggled in their own fights. Two died to the leader's warhammer, but the bomb was disabled in the fray. The enemy let us leave unharmed after that, likely too afraid to face me after seeing my sword tear out the throat of one of their companions." Kasim paused to flash the lovely queen a grin, a cocky and prideful expression. "I will hunt down the evil mage now, by your leave. An arrow through the heart should be fair payment for his horrible deeds this day."
Holmishire said
It looks so much bigger here than in Skype. Did you amp it up?
I gave a lot more details here than in Skype, yeah.
K-97 said
Great Story. I imagine you'll be seeing them again.
It could happen. I'm not gonna be working the same place again probably ever, since it was just a one night job, but they could show up elsewhere in the city.
The queen's sudden turn from worried girl to dignified ruler threw Eli off balance for just a moment. He had expected his words might calm her at best, but her almost disdainful words were quite a bit more than just calm. There was no time to formulate a response to that before Queen Julia reverted to shyness and threw another bit of strangeness at him. She offered her wine to him, which was rather unusual. No, more than that, she insisted that he try it, which was rather more than just unusual.
Eli had no choice but to comply. To decline would be both rude and in defiance of an implied order from the queen. He bowed his head to her. "As you wish, Your Grace." He looked around to see if anyone might be looking their way and saw nobody paying himself or the queen much attention, though he knew that even had he spotted staring eyes he would have no choice but to follow through. Eli lifted the goblet and took a small mouthful of the wine, savoring it as he set the goblet down where it had been. After he swallowed he voiced his thoughts aloud. "You were right, it's far superior to the wine being served to everyone else. I feel as if I've stolen something valuable from far above my station with that small sip." He considered for a moment making a quip about how he'd drink no more wine tonight, as he wanted that to be the last thing he tasted in case he died on the morrow, but that would be in poor taste. Instead Eli bowed his head once more, speaking in a light and joking tone. "I thank you for the experience, though I fear no wine in my future will ever satisfy me now. I shall have to struggle on somehow."
Eli had no choice but to comply. To decline would be both rude and in defiance of an implied order from the queen. He bowed his head to her. "As you wish, Your Grace." He looked around to see if anyone might be looking their way and saw nobody paying himself or the queen much attention, though he knew that even had he spotted staring eyes he would have no choice but to follow through. Eli lifted the goblet and took a small mouthful of the wine, savoring it as he set the goblet down where it had been. After he swallowed he voiced his thoughts aloud. "You were right, it's far superior to the wine being served to everyone else. I feel as if I've stolen something valuable from far above my station with that small sip." He considered for a moment making a quip about how he'd drink no more wine tonight, as he wanted that to be the last thing he tasted in case he died on the morrow, but that would be in poor taste. Instead Eli bowed his head once more, speaking in a light and joking tone. "I thank you for the experience, though I fear no wine in my future will ever satisfy me now. I shall have to struggle on somehow."
So I got a job working security and most of the job assignments are going to be in downtown Portland, Oregon. There are lots of homeless people around there, and plenty of them are utterly batshit crazy due to drugs or the shit way we handle the mentally ill in this country. Standing around guarding stuff in the middle of the night deep in crazy transient territory means I'll probably see a lot of weird shit in the future, which was confirmed via the shift I worked last night. I figured I'd make a thread to share that nonsense and also probably more as it occurs, because it'll be funny, so here goes.
Last night I worked for 14 hours (7 PM to 9 AM) sitting outdoors watching over some sound equipment and various merchandise for a festival for berry growers and jam makers and shit that was taking place over two days in a parking lot, and I had a few amusing run ins with said batshit transients. It was right next to one of the tracks of the light rail transit system that Portland has, and homeless people love to congregate around there, so I wasn't surprised to see a lot of homeless dudes wandering around rummaging in trash bins looking for cans and stuff. However, it was the few that I actually interacted with that made me feel like sharing the story. I already told people on Skype about this, but that was quick and I was tired, so this'll be more detailed.
The first incident I had was a drunk guy in a wheelchair fucking around on the sidewalk near the place I was guarding. He was moving around backwards, using his one good foot to push him along while mumbling incoherent nonsense for a couple hours. Dude had an open can of beer that he dropped a couple times and tried ineffectually to pick up; I didn't help him cause fuck it, I was working and he was off the premises I care about for said work, but two different people walking by did stop to give him his beer, so good work Portland people I guess. Later on he tried to move one of the barricades around the place and get in, so I had to go put it back and tell him he couldn't come in. Dunno if he actually understood me, but he mumbled something and wheeled away a bit. Then he went to go put his empty beer can in his backpack, and somehow in his fumbling he managed to get the can in there but pull out a newspaper, a pair of cut-off jean shorts, and some sunglasses. Dude tried to pick all that up, and again I just left him alone cause fuck it, and nobody helped him this time around. He wheeled about some more and ended up smashing his sunglasses before he fell asleep, right there in his wheelchair in the middle of the sidewalk. I called the field supervisor dude and asked if I should call the non-emergency line to get someone to come take him elsewhere, but apparently if the homeless dudes aren't sleeping on the premises we're guarding then the company policy is to just leave them be. He slept there for 6-7 hours, and then when he woke up he pissed on the sidewalk. Like he didn't stand up, he managed to get most of it onto the sidewalk from a seated position. I was somewhat impressed. He left after that and I didn't see him again.
Going into the job I expected the homeless insanity nonsense to peak in the wee hours of the night, so after wheelchair dude took off I thought it was going to be a boring handful of hours until I left. That was not the case. Apparently the crazies come out with the sun, just like normal people. Around 6 AM this rather fat white woman came wandering in, wearing pajama pants, a tank top that was a couple sizes too small, and a pink blanket clutched around her shoulders like a shawl. She looked around, saw me standing there on the stage at one end of the parking lot, and maintained eye contact. Then she started pulling away one of the tables from the information booth and said it was her bed. I had to go over there and tell her no, it's not her bed, and no, she can't take it, then I put it back where it belonged. She pointed to another table and asked if she could use that; I said no. She did it again, same response. Again, and then I told her that no, none of the tables or benches in this area could be her bed, and that she needed to leave the area.
That was when she started telling me that there are only 6 or 7 real humans in the world. Everyone else is a vampire or a prismatic or.. I forget the other things she said, but it was a load of nonsense. During this rambling I adjusted my hat and she thanked me for saluting her, and she sounded super grateful about it. A little bit after that point she said that she'd been attacked by a vampire and pulled aside her blanket to show me her pimply neck and pointed to where there were supposedly two bloody wounds as proof. Apparently in relation to said vampire attack, she said she needed to sleep or else she'd go psychotic. I decided it would be wiser not to say "but you're already clearly psychotic," so instead I directed her to the public part just across the intersection from the place. She said she couldn't understand my directions of "just across the street" accompanied by pointing and said that I needed to show her how to get there. I walked her to the edge of the parking lot and pointed to the park, which had been clearly visible from where we had been standing before, and said that there were benches there where she could sit or sleep or wherever and I wouldn't bother her since she would be out of the place I'm guarding. That seemed to work, and she shambled off without saying anything else. No idea where she ended up going, because I never saw her on those park benches, but she was no longer trying to steal the tables I was guarding so it was all good as far as I was concerned.
The final incident of the night (or day, really) was my favorite. At around 8:15 AM a thin black woman came walking into the place, wearing some kinda black pants and a green sweater that was way too large for her; she was wearing nothing underneath that sweater, which I was not pleased to see proof of as she moved around doing crazy person things. She came in and picked up a pencil off one of the tables, so I stood up from the chair I was lazing about in waiting to be able to go home and told her to put it back. The lady turned to look at me and had this super pissed off look on her face, and she turned and threw the pencil to the other side of the parking lot. I walked over to her and started the whole "you need to leave" shit, but she wasn't having any of it and got even more pissed off.
There were some green paint marks on the ground, just little guide marker things for where the vendor tent things (not full tents, no walls, just roof things for protection from weather nonsense) should go. The woman went and pointed at them, bending down to actually touch them (which was when I saw she had nothing on under the sweater, and it was not a pretty sight), then pointed at her shirt, and she said that because they were the same color that was proof that the festival was the work of Iraqi people. She ranted about them and how she was hunting them down before I told her that no, this wasn't Iraqi work, it was just some people selling berries and jams and cookbooks and such, and that only irritated her more. She said something along the lines of "I'm Jehovah, and you're trying to tell me I'm wrong?" with a rather good incredulous tone of voice. I of course said that yes, I was telling her that she was not correct, and also that she needed to leave now.
Jehovah the Iraqi Hunter didn't like that and said she needed something thin to track down the Iraqis. She asked if I had some paper, and I said no, I didn't have any paper she could have. Predictably enough, this elicited yet more anger. She grabbed a laminated paper thing that was taped to the information tent's pole thing and tried to rip it in half, but she failed so she threw that away too. Then as I was grabbing that she took a wooden stake out of a pot thing that had a blueberry plant growing in it, which had a piece of paper saying it was grown at some plant nursery place; she ripped the piece of paper off it, dropped the stake, and took off running out of the parking lot. I sighed and retrieved the stake and replaced it, and thought that might've been the end of it, but apparently not.
She stopped across the street and turned around to yell at me about how if I'm working for the Iraqis then I must be one too. There was some nonsense ranting, then she stopped mid-sentence and asked if I had a lighter. I said no, and she seemed rather confused and asked again, this time clarifying that she wanted a cigarette lighter. I said that I don't smoke so I don't carry one. That sent her over the edge again. She said something to the effect of "And you call yourself a patriot? How can you salute the flag and then do this to me?" before she started ranting again about how I was an Iraqi. She ended it by saying "fucking Iraqi, I'm gonna blow you up." I responded with a tired "yeah, you do that," and then she wandered away to sit on a bench at the nearby train stop, then got on the train that came through about ten minutes later (without a ticket, fucking Jehovah is a criminal as it turns out) and that was the end of my shenanigans for that job.
I kinda hope I get more outdoor jobs like that, because that was some hilarious shit to experience. It definitely kept me awake in the last stretch of my shift after sitting there bored through the night.
Last night I worked for 14 hours (7 PM to 9 AM) sitting outdoors watching over some sound equipment and various merchandise for a festival for berry growers and jam makers and shit that was taking place over two days in a parking lot, and I had a few amusing run ins with said batshit transients. It was right next to one of the tracks of the light rail transit system that Portland has, and homeless people love to congregate around there, so I wasn't surprised to see a lot of homeless dudes wandering around rummaging in trash bins looking for cans and stuff. However, it was the few that I actually interacted with that made me feel like sharing the story. I already told people on Skype about this, but that was quick and I was tired, so this'll be more detailed.
The first incident I had was a drunk guy in a wheelchair fucking around on the sidewalk near the place I was guarding. He was moving around backwards, using his one good foot to push him along while mumbling incoherent nonsense for a couple hours. Dude had an open can of beer that he dropped a couple times and tried ineffectually to pick up; I didn't help him cause fuck it, I was working and he was off the premises I care about for said work, but two different people walking by did stop to give him his beer, so good work Portland people I guess. Later on he tried to move one of the barricades around the place and get in, so I had to go put it back and tell him he couldn't come in. Dunno if he actually understood me, but he mumbled something and wheeled away a bit. Then he went to go put his empty beer can in his backpack, and somehow in his fumbling he managed to get the can in there but pull out a newspaper, a pair of cut-off jean shorts, and some sunglasses. Dude tried to pick all that up, and again I just left him alone cause fuck it, and nobody helped him this time around. He wheeled about some more and ended up smashing his sunglasses before he fell asleep, right there in his wheelchair in the middle of the sidewalk. I called the field supervisor dude and asked if I should call the non-emergency line to get someone to come take him elsewhere, but apparently if the homeless dudes aren't sleeping on the premises we're guarding then the company policy is to just leave them be. He slept there for 6-7 hours, and then when he woke up he pissed on the sidewalk. Like he didn't stand up, he managed to get most of it onto the sidewalk from a seated position. I was somewhat impressed. He left after that and I didn't see him again.
Going into the job I expected the homeless insanity nonsense to peak in the wee hours of the night, so after wheelchair dude took off I thought it was going to be a boring handful of hours until I left. That was not the case. Apparently the crazies come out with the sun, just like normal people. Around 6 AM this rather fat white woman came wandering in, wearing pajama pants, a tank top that was a couple sizes too small, and a pink blanket clutched around her shoulders like a shawl. She looked around, saw me standing there on the stage at one end of the parking lot, and maintained eye contact. Then she started pulling away one of the tables from the information booth and said it was her bed. I had to go over there and tell her no, it's not her bed, and no, she can't take it, then I put it back where it belonged. She pointed to another table and asked if she could use that; I said no. She did it again, same response. Again, and then I told her that no, none of the tables or benches in this area could be her bed, and that she needed to leave the area.
That was when she started telling me that there are only 6 or 7 real humans in the world. Everyone else is a vampire or a prismatic or.. I forget the other things she said, but it was a load of nonsense. During this rambling I adjusted my hat and she thanked me for saluting her, and she sounded super grateful about it. A little bit after that point she said that she'd been attacked by a vampire and pulled aside her blanket to show me her pimply neck and pointed to where there were supposedly two bloody wounds as proof. Apparently in relation to said vampire attack, she said she needed to sleep or else she'd go psychotic. I decided it would be wiser not to say "but you're already clearly psychotic," so instead I directed her to the public part just across the intersection from the place. She said she couldn't understand my directions of "just across the street" accompanied by pointing and said that I needed to show her how to get there. I walked her to the edge of the parking lot and pointed to the park, which had been clearly visible from where we had been standing before, and said that there were benches there where she could sit or sleep or wherever and I wouldn't bother her since she would be out of the place I'm guarding. That seemed to work, and she shambled off without saying anything else. No idea where she ended up going, because I never saw her on those park benches, but she was no longer trying to steal the tables I was guarding so it was all good as far as I was concerned.
The final incident of the night (or day, really) was my favorite. At around 8:15 AM a thin black woman came walking into the place, wearing some kinda black pants and a green sweater that was way too large for her; she was wearing nothing underneath that sweater, which I was not pleased to see proof of as she moved around doing crazy person things. She came in and picked up a pencil off one of the tables, so I stood up from the chair I was lazing about in waiting to be able to go home and told her to put it back. The lady turned to look at me and had this super pissed off look on her face, and she turned and threw the pencil to the other side of the parking lot. I walked over to her and started the whole "you need to leave" shit, but she wasn't having any of it and got even more pissed off.
There were some green paint marks on the ground, just little guide marker things for where the vendor tent things (not full tents, no walls, just roof things for protection from weather nonsense) should go. The woman went and pointed at them, bending down to actually touch them (which was when I saw she had nothing on under the sweater, and it was not a pretty sight), then pointed at her shirt, and she said that because they were the same color that was proof that the festival was the work of Iraqi people. She ranted about them and how she was hunting them down before I told her that no, this wasn't Iraqi work, it was just some people selling berries and jams and cookbooks and such, and that only irritated her more. She said something along the lines of "I'm Jehovah, and you're trying to tell me I'm wrong?" with a rather good incredulous tone of voice. I of course said that yes, I was telling her that she was not correct, and also that she needed to leave now.
Jehovah the Iraqi Hunter didn't like that and said she needed something thin to track down the Iraqis. She asked if I had some paper, and I said no, I didn't have any paper she could have. Predictably enough, this elicited yet more anger. She grabbed a laminated paper thing that was taped to the information tent's pole thing and tried to rip it in half, but she failed so she threw that away too. Then as I was grabbing that she took a wooden stake out of a pot thing that had a blueberry plant growing in it, which had a piece of paper saying it was grown at some plant nursery place; she ripped the piece of paper off it, dropped the stake, and took off running out of the parking lot. I sighed and retrieved the stake and replaced it, and thought that might've been the end of it, but apparently not.
She stopped across the street and turned around to yell at me about how if I'm working for the Iraqis then I must be one too. There was some nonsense ranting, then she stopped mid-sentence and asked if I had a lighter. I said no, and she seemed rather confused and asked again, this time clarifying that she wanted a cigarette lighter. I said that I don't smoke so I don't carry one. That sent her over the edge again. She said something to the effect of "And you call yourself a patriot? How can you salute the flag and then do this to me?" before she started ranting again about how I was an Iraqi. She ended it by saying "fucking Iraqi, I'm gonna blow you up." I responded with a tired "yeah, you do that," and then she wandered away to sit on a bench at the nearby train stop, then got on the train that came through about ten minutes later (without a ticket, fucking Jehovah is a criminal as it turns out) and that was the end of my shenanigans for that job.
I kinda hope I get more outdoor jobs like that, because that was some hilarious shit to experience. It definitely kept me awake in the last stretch of my shift after sitting there bored through the night.
I got siren.
Giygas said
When Jorick gets on, I'll spawn in the stuff he lost. I don't think I can do anything to get Doivid's maps back. He can have some empty ones if he wants. As for the lag, I've deleted 3 worlds I wasn't using, so hopefully that helps.
No need, it's cool. I already made another enchanting table and I have a bunch of horse armor of all kinds. It wasn't the loss of the items that was annoying, it was the fact that someone felt the need to fucking steal them. I would have had no problem giving the person those two things if they had just asked for them.
Zin slowly surfaced from the dazed state she'd been in since the bomb went off. She'd been sure she was about to die, with no chance for survival, and that had locked her up completely. They said that one's life flashed before their eyes in the moment before they died, but there had been none of that for Zin, just blank numbness. She'd passed through simple fear, onward through terror, and she had come out on the other side to find sheer absence of emotion and thought. It was coming back to her now, after some stretch of time that could have been hours for all she knew, though everything was dull and blurred like distant memories.
Someone mentioned giving blood to the vampires present to heal them, and that pulled Zin almost all the way back into the present. "I'm fine," she mumbled quietly to herself, and the arguing women were too far away to hear it. I'm fine. The thought was another jolt to her mind. She was okay. She wasn't dead after all. There was something on her face though, and that might be bad. Zin reached up to feel what it was, and she saw it was blood. Fearful panic flooded into her, renewed fear for her life, and that was enough to finally kick her mind back into proper working order. She felt around on her face, smearing the blood in search of the wound it came from, but she could find nothing. The source was obvious as soon as she took a moment to look where the bomb had been and saw Thailen's mangled corpse. She felt a pang of sorrow for the woman, but underneath that Zin was just happy that it wasn't her lying there dead.
Zin was back to her senses in time to see the archer slump into a relaxed state and the aasimar woman go to hold her sword ready over some man she didn't recognize who had apparently been carving up a spider corpse. She lacked the necessary information to know what was going on there, so she decided to let the warrior handle it. Instead of bothering with getting involved in that mess, Zin turned her attention to the remaining militiamen and the townsfolk looking on at the carnage. They seemed pleased by the events, despite the casualties, but things could get hairy again with... whatever was going on in the town square now. Someone needed to distract them and provide an orderly face to the people, to show them that the Queen's Blades still had everything under control.
"Thank you for your help." Zin addressed the militiamen first, not even a scrap of sarcasm in her voice. She had a pleasant smile on her face, unmindful of the bloody smears that made the expression less innocently pleased than it would normally be. "You've done good work today, but your town isn't safe yet. There are other bombs in other locations, and we can't be sure those have been disposed of yet. Please do what you can to keep the people of the town orderly and contained here in the area around the town square until we know everything is clear." Zin raised her voice and spoke up to the people in general to pass along the same message. "This threat has been eliminated, but there are others of the Queen's Blades still dealing with others in the town. Please remain where you are until those problems have been dealt with as well, for your own safety."
With that done Zin stayed where she was for the moment to be sure the guards and other people would heed her requests. She turned a bit, however, to also keep an eye on the strange scene unfolding near the remains of the fountain, though she did not intend to interfere with that no matter what happened.
With his foe successfully dispatched, Kasim took his sweet time cleaning his sword, sheathing it, and retrieving his bow. There was still a bit of fighting going on, but he wasn't about to rush in there and start a fight in melee range. Rushing simply wasn't going to happen regardless of what he did, for if his companions could not hold their own and fell dead or wounded then he could swoop in and save the day in a far more valiant manner than just stabbing a distracted enemy in the back.
Such savior acts proved unnecessary, unfortunately. By the time Kasim had his bow and was ready to pull free another arrow, the duelist's opponent was backing off and there was only one other ally still standing nearby, though not for long. The chittery-skittery bug fellow took what looked to be a fatal blow from the big armored orc's hammer, so he would chitter and skitter no more.
The orcs didn't rush them, which was rather fortunate for them. The vampire duelist seemed to have trouble with a moderately armored opponent, so she'd be completely useless against the big bastard in full plate. Kasim didn't fancy his own chances against the fellow either. If he got lucky with the single arrow he might be able to shoot before the enemy was upon him he could possibly kill or incapacitate the orc, but if that failed and it came down to short sword versus warhammer it would certainly end with Kasim smashed into the ground. It simply wasn't worth the risk, and the enemies didn't seem eager to press the fight. The duelist was babbling some nonsense and also didn't seem to want to continue the fight, and then she turned to leave, so that pretty much settled it.
Kasim shrugged and gave the remaining enemies a lopsided smile. "Two on one fights aren't my style, especially when I'm the one. I'll leave you two in peace with your broken bomb and dead friend." He didn't bother with any formality like bowing, he simply turned round and headed away from the tower. Kasim hadn't been listening when the locations of the bombs had been given, but luckily for him there was a handy plume of smoke rising into the air. That was as good a target as anything, so far as he could tell, so he made his way there to see if there might be any opportunities for song-worthy heroic deeds at the source of the smoke.
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