LovelyAnastasia

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

"So you like the kitchen?"

Well if it wasn't the one person Arren wanted to avoid the most. Just one of those days. With an irritated sigh, the only visible side of Arren's face tilted up, a sharp green eye piercing into Solomon. Was that a bit of snip in those words? Very well, if he wanted to play it like that.

"So you'd like to gut the fish no?"

Flipping the large knife in his hand, he slammed it into the wood of the table. A cruel smile crossed Arren Viper's face. It was sarcastic and yet chilling. "Fish ar'n't all," the voice was soft yet just as cold as a wind wind. Argh... What was this? Why was he trying to be friendly? Surely he'd rather get close to one of those slave girls. With a grimace, he glared at the man's things so close to Arren's hammock. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. Did he really have to get along with this guy? He'd rather put a knife through him than play buddy buddy.

Arren glared in surprise as the woman called Gale entered the kitchen. Flipping the knife in his hand, the vegetables scattering over the tabletop. Relaxing, he watched as the woman organized all of the supplies. He'd take the rebellious slave girl over the slimy company of Solomon any day. Hell, if Arren got work in the kitchen, he might just ask her to help. But for now he was stuck with Mr.Hungry Eyes. Gale left the kitchen and Arren trudged off to get his own long kitchen knife from his sack. Snorting at the curt manner he approved of, he kept his hard cold green eyes on Solomon. With a small, almost haughty tilt of his head, he he smirked.

"I don't play well with others," which sounded more like "Aye donna play well wi'h othares" due to the slight accent, even with the whispering voice. The man named Azren came below deck and Arren watched him in a softer interest, compared to that of how he regarded Solomon. Having a bit of trouble with his hammock, Arren suppressed a grin of amusement. Taking off his hat, he tossed it under his hammock and walked pass the two men.

He turned on his heel and rolled up his sleeves, going back to the kitchen. A tattoo on one wrist, it was a demonic looking mermaid, showing off her shark-like teeth. He wasn't worried about how he looked to that man. He'd rather be putting a knife to something. Even just holding a knife would calm him down. Pulling the red hair to the side, so it still covered half of his face, he tied it with a leather strip and started to examine the kitchen supplies and utensils. Any chance he got, he'd make sure to deck Solomon at least once. Arren relished in the fantasy of it. Man, that swarthy fellow rubbed him the wrong way.

Lords and Ladies of the Court (A medieval politics roleplay)

I pm evvvvveryone, so who knows lol We will just have to wait and see I suppose. If not, I can always do a spin off.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Aye, thanks doll. I just want to get everyone started in IC soon.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Arren let out a small sigh, slumping forwards, red hair falling in front of his face. Bless the Gods, that was finally over. The last one to arrive exuded an aura of someone unpleasant, and there was no way he was going to stick around someone like that. He'd take the Suck Up over Mr. Creepy. With a small yawn, those sharp green eyes had watched Cap'n Pretty Boy carefully, his regal expression changing at each person's introduction. Pressing his lips together, Arren frowned.

The red haired pirate watched the captain saunter off to meet a man with many dogs, before throwing his back over one shoulder. Hmm... Arren paused to watch the captain, who seemed a little less arrogant than before, with a renewed interest. A kind of soft farewell from a nobleman? Arren had been around many noblemen. None of them were kind or tender, unless it was in cowardice or greed. Interesting man, this captain. Might not have to jump to another ship after all.

A small feline-like grin washed over Arren's face, before it was quickly controlled and he returned to being expressionless. Once the captain turned and started walking back towards the ship, Arren turned on his heel and started up the plank to walk onto the deck. An older man stared at Arren for a moment before returning to whatever it was he had been doing. A twinge of irritation passed through the red-haired young man. Then a man who smelt of whiskey brushed passed him, started below deck. Arren followed, listening carefully, even if it didn't look like it. With first pick, Arren chose the hammock in the darkest corner of the room, farthest away from the loo, tossing his sack on the swinging bed.

Kitchen. Kitchen. Kitchen. Arren went over to where the kitchen was and looked around with more signs of life in his youthful face than ever before. Ah....kitchen. It was by no means nice looking or at all perfect, but Arren could help with that. That was if their cook, if they had one, would allow it. Or he could just take over as cook. It was either cookin' or killin' for Arren. Those were his two talents besides sailing. And preferably he'd chose the first. It would keep him busy. A sort of lazy smile crossed his face as he picked up a large butcher knife.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

AWWW~! You're just too cute! *hugs and snuggles* Let's be buddies~ *snuggles and pets the adorable*

So Cute~

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Tatsua Aiisen said
The problem with excessive and frivolous OOC chatter is that it dilutes the interest of anybody wanting to join, and even those who have already joined but may be on the edge of losing interest. Mature players may see the roleplay in a more immature light, people may not want to intrude upon what seems to be a bunch of friends goofing around, there are plenty of reasons that this behaviour may turn off other players.

Well, I'm afraid you and I see this in different lights. I merely see it as strengthening the bonds between RPers who do not know one another. And those who wish to join and RP normally look at only the first page, the one with all the standard information and CS layout. However, if the GM of this RP sees it like you do we will gladly not talk to one another on a friendly basis. And normally if someone likes an RP plot enough they will ask to be in it. But that is my opinion and I respect yours as well.

Chaos Kid said
I totally missed the part where Tatsua Aiisen became a GM.

Tatsua was just trying to be polite to the GM, I'm sure. Getting a notification every five minutes must also be quiet annoying. While I disagree at Tatsua's point of view, I'm sure Tatsua was only trying to point out what he/she thinks is best.

ScarletRose said
I'm still waiting for my character to get accepted. Who did I interact with back in the oldguild KS roleplay? I think he had some face problem?

I wasn't in the old RP, so I don't think I can help, but maybe the others know. Nice to meet you by the way. I'm Ana.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

'Course his intro made me dislike him instantly and all I wanted to do was write up a scene of Arren punching him the face. So beeee waaarrrrnnned Sooolooomooonnn~ Soooomedaaaay!!!

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Might as well. We're a group of unusually good looking pirates. Clean too.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Oh I'm sure he'll get the hang of it. ^.^

See and I thought silence in threads is what killed RPs. Out Of Character discussion is what usually happens plus a bit of banter to bond with the other RPers.

I disagree with you. In a pleasant way~

Well, I have to get off anyhow. I have a final tomorrow. Ah~ college life.

Bai bai everyone~!

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

*sits down and gets out a cat toy to play with Ursa while munching on snacks*

playing with Ursa-cat

Then I'm sure everyone will get along... At first...I bet there will be a great drama the occurs.

Don