Lady Absinthia

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Sigil You should be fine, you have till it clicks over to day six, so as long as you get the post in after work today it shouldn't even be an issue. ~shines her boot and lights a fire on the rope climb to rp posts~ Don't worry, motivation is on the way.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose I'll just have the character stay behind and have Amy head t the grave yard. (Going to be in the middle of other collabs today, and have the time line to construct for my rps, so figure we can hold off on collab until a little further if things get tied up)

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@SouffleGirl123 It's day two of the reunion, around 10:30 in the morning. It is October. Most are headed to the park in the center of town for the reunion picnic. Your character could have just arrived late.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose Now my dear daughter, what fun would that be if there was no murder? We couldn't play wake the dead then!

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Witch Cat I was thinking like that cousin that shows up at the reunions and goes - Well they're my second cousin so it's legal in most states.

how would your character respond?

>Quotes part of a post she did a while ago - "I think this covers it."

Character Response

Stepping over towards Thelin, Femnal gagged again before shoving his face outside of the window and breathing deeply. Big mistake. Big, huge! The air just outside the tavern was not much better than the air within and with such a deep breath the poor man finally failed to hold onto what ever constitution he had left within him. It started in low and then it started to grow. The rumbling in his tummy; the burning churning bubbling brew within his gullet finally could no longer be held back and the dam of will power gave up.

Femnal lost it all. It started with this contorted look on his features, as if he was pondering the vastness of what the answer to life the universe and everything was and couldn’t understand the conclusion that it was indeed forty-two. Then he began grousing, which quickly turned into a scream; not just any scream, the scream of a man who was in the middle of death thralls. His face turned beet red, crimson and bulging. ”Don’t let it go man,’ he told himself but it was of no use. He tried beating on his chest like a deranged beast, Crewise rushing over to his old friend and from the other side of the window, grabbed his shoulders; trying to shake some sense into him. He didn’t know what was wrong with Femnal but he learned quickly that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Being in front of Femnal right then was the worst place to be.

The little man went silent for all of a second, locking eyes with the merchant; a look passing through them as if to say, ”I’m sorry for what is about to happen,” Femnals mouth opened and he horfed right into Cremwises face. The entire scene seemed to happen in slow motion. Cremwises grip on Femnals shoulders tightened uncontrollably and completely against his will. This was no small amout of spittle, this was a full emptying of stomach contents in one angry rush, Hurlacane Femnal hit category five. Remember being at the beach and seeing the waves crashing in to the cliffs and pushing through a small cave opening only to erupt on the other side? It was like that, only chunky.

Cremwise couldn’t move, he just held on for dear life as Femnals head began to whip around like a psychotic cobra. Cremwise tried to jerk his head to the side to keep the contents from going into his mouth. Femnal had never horfed like this and his eyes widened, as if trying to look away and study it at the same time as it continued to pour from his face portal. He had turned into Pukezilla, possessed by the continuous flow, his head nearly spinning off. The vomit volcano in which he had turned into needed a priest, an exorcism seemed to be needed as his head continued to whip this way and that.

Cremwise finally managed to spin his old friend around and away from him but it was too late. He was covered in alabaster chum, trails of it over the front of the tavern, the window sill and now within. As quickly as it started, it stopped and Femnal collapsed on the floor. Drenched in sweat and other body fluids as he leaned back against the wall, trying desperately not to take in another deep breath. Had he, it wouldn’t have mattered. He had horfed so completely anything he had eaten as a toddler was now on the floor and him and Cremwise and anyone else within ten feet.

“So that’s what it feels like to die,” Femnal said in a weakened state, Cremwise just standing there outside of the window and peering down at him, drips of vomit falling onto the tavern owns head.

“I think I would prefer battling Orcs….” Cremwise muttered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief; trying desperately to whip away the half disgested stew and cheese from his face.

Lady Amalthea

WLIIA - Things you can say about your RP that you can't say about your S.O.

Having a little bit of a Whose Line Is It Anyways Moment - So, here we go - Things you can say about your RP that you can't say about your Significant Other.

Always accepting new faces.

What Are You Listening To?

🦄 The Best Exotic

@SouffleGirl123 Well that sucks, hopefully it will clear up some soon. You've been dealing with this for way too long ~hugs her tight~ (Oh and you have a new RP sister - Morose)

Current Repeat Song For Rp Inspiration

@TheEvanCat ~admits she just had to google the song because it didn't ring a bell and when she listened to it had never heard it before~ But I am an old bitty, lol.