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Go, team, go!
It's time for the bomb to go,
"Tick, tick," and blow!
Go, team, go!
Go, team, go!
It's time for the bomb to go,
"Tick, tick," and blow!
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Please, give me a little more time to get back into the swing of things. I'm taking a vacation from my vacation. Thank you for all your patience. <3
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Please, give me a little more time to get back into the swing of things. I'm taking a vacation from my vacation. Thank you for all your patience. <3
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9 yrs ago
Still on vacay till FRIDAY. I haven't forgotten about any of you. Especially, not you~! <3
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"Come on, you know. I wumbo. You wumbo. He/She/Me wumbo."
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Nothing like bleaching my asshole and waxing my nutsack on a lazy Sunday after a good enema that followed Chipotle. -Content sigh-
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I'm on a micro-vacay... Expect delays. Thank you for your patience and understanding. <3
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This dream was cold. So cold. Too cold. Why cold?! The sudden chill had interrupted a rather pleasant reverie of sunshine and warmth and turned it into a freezing nightmarish void. As if stabbed back to consciousness, the dreamer’s crusty eyes pried themselves open onto a blurry image of the world. Gradually vision became more clean revealing what appeared to be the towering statue of a young goddess. ...a goddess?
Have I died?
A low groan vibrated the man’s large chest, but as he commanded himself to move, his body remained still and unchanging--stuck in a heavy paralysis. Hm, so death was cruel. At least the sweet goddess above was there to guard and guide his soul into the next realm. With a comforted sigh and smile, his eyes shifted sideways to catch the glimpse of a second looming statue not too far off. Straining under sheer willpower created the slightest alteration in his positioning to gain a better view. The new scene was unsettling and immediately awoke the warrior sense inside his gut as he knew he needed his body back.
Trembling at first try, the second attempt was fruitful and Fyair roared to action in a mixture of adrenaline and pain. He rose up like a titan, easily surpassing the height of the presumed gods and barely missed the edge of the nearly invisible sharp blade he was unaware he had been lying beneath. With a mighty inhale, the giant stretched his arms above his head to loosen his stiff, achy muscles before releasing a greater exhale and dropping his hands against his chest. For a moment he glanced left and right, left and right, left and right, until his groggy brain could build its own story to the struggle he stood betwixt and between.
Fyair reacted on impulse as he lit up and gave himself to fighting habit as he seized the small girl nearest him and the saber she held in one fluid movement. Facing her forward, the tiny miss fit without trouble under his mountainous arm while his free hand managed to fumble with the sword until it pointed straight ahead on the opposing deity. In comparison, the weapon looked more like a feeble stick in the man’s massive hand, but he held it stern and strong regardless.
”Little goddess, tell me what we’re fighting for. Can you explain this?”
The warrior’s focus never left the other woman even as his head tilted down to speak to the girl within his clutch. At the same time, his right foot slid backwards and he took a defensive stance against his opponent. The motion alerted him to the rocks and grasses beneath his boots, forcing his instinct to take a quick combatant's survey of his surrounds. The woods. Unknown woods. Clearly not the old shack he had fallen asleep in maybe an hour before or did time still exist? Furrowing his brow, he shook the notion from his mind and concentrated again on the task standing ahead. Waiting for an order from his fragile goddess.
@drewccapp
Have I died?
A low groan vibrated the man’s large chest, but as he commanded himself to move, his body remained still and unchanging--stuck in a heavy paralysis. Hm, so death was cruel. At least the sweet goddess above was there to guard and guide his soul into the next realm. With a comforted sigh and smile, his eyes shifted sideways to catch the glimpse of a second looming statue not too far off. Straining under sheer willpower created the slightest alteration in his positioning to gain a better view. The new scene was unsettling and immediately awoke the warrior sense inside his gut as he knew he needed his body back.
Trembling at first try, the second attempt was fruitful and Fyair roared to action in a mixture of adrenaline and pain. He rose up like a titan, easily surpassing the height of the presumed gods and barely missed the edge of the nearly invisible sharp blade he was unaware he had been lying beneath. With a mighty inhale, the giant stretched his arms above his head to loosen his stiff, achy muscles before releasing a greater exhale and dropping his hands against his chest. For a moment he glanced left and right, left and right, left and right, until his groggy brain could build its own story to the struggle he stood betwixt and between.
Fyair reacted on impulse as he lit up and gave himself to fighting habit as he seized the small girl nearest him and the saber she held in one fluid movement. Facing her forward, the tiny miss fit without trouble under his mountainous arm while his free hand managed to fumble with the sword until it pointed straight ahead on the opposing deity. In comparison, the weapon looked more like a feeble stick in the man’s massive hand, but he held it stern and strong regardless.
”Little goddess, tell me what we’re fighting for. Can you explain this?”
The warrior’s focus never left the other woman even as his head tilted down to speak to the girl within his clutch. At the same time, his right foot slid backwards and he took a defensive stance against his opponent. The motion alerted him to the rocks and grasses beneath his boots, forcing his instinct to take a quick combatant's survey of his surrounds. The woods. Unknown woods. Clearly not the old shack he had fallen asleep in maybe an hour before or did time still exist? Furrowing his brow, he shook the notion from his mind and concentrated again on the task standing ahead. Waiting for an order from his fragile goddess.
@drewccapp
Hooray! *throws confetti*
<<; I'm hoping nobody takes the fight too seriously though. It just felt like there was a lot of ice to break, so hopefully things stay lighthearted.
Basically. Either way, "there will be blood."
"didja want something?"
The beaming demon didn’t make a move when questioned, only gave a low hiss as he pressed hot air out through his teeth like a machine releasing steam. Oh, how delightful, a little lycan. He twitched as the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention and a brilliant idea washed over him. Using the whole of his hand, he slowly pushed away the bony veil from his view and cranked his neck to again survey the room and all its pawns. @SilverWolfAngel
"M'not a bleedin bard."
Immediately, Jargo focused on the slurred voice of the tossed man a mere arm’s reach away, moving like a slippery snake to bring himself at Dirion’s side as if comforting an old friend.
”Oh, gasp! What is this I see?”
Over-exaggerated and far too loud, the demon’s scratchy voice carried like a bad note into the whole of the tavern as he reached for a perfectly normal patch of skin on Dirion’s neck. However, as Jargo’s unclean hand retreated, warm blood smeared along the places his fingertips touched--leaving behind no cuts only crimson stains. To add to his dramatization, he quickly plucked the nearest dagger from the bar wood with his free hand and placed it into the drunk’s grasp, assuming the alcohol would inspire rash paranoia as he showed off his other bloodied appendage.
”Oh, my! Looks like you are the bloodiest of us all.
@ViolentViolet Flicking his crazed gaze across the room, he knew he would need to move fast before the gray beauty could sink her teeth in the neck of the disrespectful alcoholic. Of any creature he had come across, the dark elves were unmatched for their shockingly graceful speed, which meant time was percious.
“I believe the bard and his empress were throwing knives at you, my fine drunk friend.”
Jargo pointed an accusing finger before offering the inebriated man a gentle nudge in the right direction, hoping to tip the first domino in line. @Illogical Jim@NorthernGR
The proud joker than removed himself back against the bar to smear the remainder of the blood off his hand. His impossibly wide grin stretching further across his face as the smell of metallic iron and ethanol mixed into the air, knowing full well that even the least sensitive of noses could pick up the scent. Would it capture a werewolf?
The demon envied himself as a magian and nodded his head. Inconspicuously he popped the tiny yellow body of a blood-drained finch into his rapidly gnashing mouth, silently thanking the avian for its performance before turning his attention on the final group. Jargo’s movements more like a happy dance at this point as he lovingly invaded the space of the youthful nobleman-- displaying a relaxed smile littered with thin bones and feathers.
”Aren’t you the prettiest angel? Has the Maker called you down to Earth to play an undertaker?”
Unable to hold a dignified composure long, the demon snickered with blatant mockery and fiddled with the little prince’s neck ruffle then adding a rude noise and ripped himself away. @Strafe
Hastily, Jargo slinked back to his original stool at the middle of the bar and bubbled with anticipation, almost ready to burst at the seams. Waving a hand in the air, he gave a singsong request before settling in for a show,
“Oh, Barmaster, could you fetch a broom and mop?” @Mokley
Again the luckmeister found himself waiting, feeling too clever for his own good and looking like the perfect idiot. Oops, had he forgotten? How well would the lady hunter and the newcomer handle the blood-fueled frenzy of an unbalanced siren? The thought made his body feel warm and tingly. @BlackCat @karamonnom @AgentFallenSoul
Let’s begin…
The beaming demon didn’t make a move when questioned, only gave a low hiss as he pressed hot air out through his teeth like a machine releasing steam. Oh, how delightful, a little lycan. He twitched as the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention and a brilliant idea washed over him. Using the whole of his hand, he slowly pushed away the bony veil from his view and cranked his neck to again survey the room and all its pawns. @SilverWolfAngel
"M'not a bleedin bard."
Immediately, Jargo focused on the slurred voice of the tossed man a mere arm’s reach away, moving like a slippery snake to bring himself at Dirion’s side as if comforting an old friend.
”Oh, gasp! What is this I see?”
Over-exaggerated and far too loud, the demon’s scratchy voice carried like a bad note into the whole of the tavern as he reached for a perfectly normal patch of skin on Dirion’s neck. However, as Jargo’s unclean hand retreated, warm blood smeared along the places his fingertips touched--leaving behind no cuts only crimson stains. To add to his dramatization, he quickly plucked the nearest dagger from the bar wood with his free hand and placed it into the drunk’s grasp, assuming the alcohol would inspire rash paranoia as he showed off his other bloodied appendage.
”Oh, my! Looks like you are the bloodiest of us all.
@ViolentViolet Flicking his crazed gaze across the room, he knew he would need to move fast before the gray beauty could sink her teeth in the neck of the disrespectful alcoholic. Of any creature he had come across, the dark elves were unmatched for their shockingly graceful speed, which meant time was percious.
“I believe the bard and his empress were throwing knives at you, my fine drunk friend.”
Jargo pointed an accusing finger before offering the inebriated man a gentle nudge in the right direction, hoping to tip the first domino in line. @Illogical Jim@NorthernGR
The proud joker than removed himself back against the bar to smear the remainder of the blood off his hand. His impossibly wide grin stretching further across his face as the smell of metallic iron and ethanol mixed into the air, knowing full well that even the least sensitive of noses could pick up the scent. Would it capture a werewolf?
The demon envied himself as a magian and nodded his head. Inconspicuously he popped the tiny yellow body of a blood-drained finch into his rapidly gnashing mouth, silently thanking the avian for its performance before turning his attention on the final group. Jargo’s movements more like a happy dance at this point as he lovingly invaded the space of the youthful nobleman-- displaying a relaxed smile littered with thin bones and feathers.
”Aren’t you the prettiest angel? Has the Maker called you down to Earth to play an undertaker?”
Unable to hold a dignified composure long, the demon snickered with blatant mockery and fiddled with the little prince’s neck ruffle then adding a rude noise and ripped himself away. @Strafe
Hastily, Jargo slinked back to his original stool at the middle of the bar and bubbled with anticipation, almost ready to burst at the seams. Waving a hand in the air, he gave a singsong request before settling in for a show,
“Oh, Barmaster, could you fetch a broom and mop?” @Mokley
Again the luckmeister found himself waiting, feeling too clever for his own good and looking like the perfect idiot. Oops, had he forgotten? How well would the lady hunter and the newcomer handle the blood-fueled frenzy of an unbalanced siren? The thought made his body feel warm and tingly. @BlackCat @karamonnom @AgentFallenSoul
Let’s begin…
Well, then! I'm gonna go ahead and make a post since it seems like mostly everybody is okay with it. Also, I can easily change anything if anybody isn't satisfied with what I've written. But I'm gonna try to keep everything open-ended.
Also, it might be funny to see @Tricheus's dwarf segue back into the bar while it's under chaos.
All these ticking time bombs waiting to explode... exciting!
Is it too early for a bar fight? I think I have an idea how to light some fuses. But, I don't wanna mess up anybody else's plans.
@SilverWolfAngel@Illogical Jim@ViolentViolet@NorthernGR@Mokley@BlackCat@karamonnom
I know it's obnoxious tagging almost everybody... I just wanted permission before I did anything that involved almost all the characters because right now (Bawdy Dog time) would be perfect timing before another post.
@AgentFallenSoul Like a deal gone wrong and now you need revenge? That could work. My character isn't really setup for combat and since your character doesn't kill, there might be something.
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