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Someone remind me to stop staying up into the next day. I'm way too tired to function as I write this.
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Hello people of this website! I'm a dude, I just really enjoy playing female characters, don't ask why 'cause I don't know. I'm something of a die hard Mass Effect fan, and that's about it.

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If anyone wants a beer on the trip, talk to your local Cleric today!
Lucien downed what was left of his third mug of ale since arriving in this village, slamming the mug down on the thick table and earning a surprising cheer from a nearby group of onlookers. They hoisted a small barrel and started to make their way over, until the cleric held his hand out as a signal for stopping the advance. "Sorry, friends. I've to be off now. Any other day and I would accept that challenge, but the last time I was drunk on a horse, I woke up upside down in the saddle with my head in a bush." He laughed heartily, recalling that ridiculous scenario and what led up to that event.

"Take it anyhow, you'll need it more than us." The group of villagers seemed to be an astonishingly stoic bunch, and appeared to know the travelers would need the drink more than themselves, as one would be running for help, and the other would need a clear head to fight literal demons.

Jakorian thought for a brief moment, then ran outside to his horse and removed a rope from one of the saddlebags. "I gladly accept your offer. If you need anything, make sure the Templars hear of it. I'll make sure Candeniere is at your side when you need him most." As the keg was laid on a second table, the cleric set to tying an intricate system of knots around the vat, then soon hoisted it onto his back.

"Make good use of it, Knight Jakorian."

"Will do, sir." He made his way out and mounted his steed, adjusting his currently useless crossbow to fit around the hogshead he was carrying.
If masked protectors of one of the most powerful men on the planet, at one time or another, could blush, one would've at that. Since Zinnia was only in costume, she actually did. She had had plenty of flowers thrown at her back home, but never with actual meaning. She took it and examined Iron, from freshly-lacquered shoe to the very top of his top hat, lingering in certain areas. "Huh, you clean up very nicely, Iron. Wanna head inside?" She asked, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one leg.

Aaron reached into his suit, drawing a white dress, wings, and a spray painted coat hanger made into a halo. "So, I made a wild guess and thought you'd like an angel costume. Ironic, really." He set it on the couch and took a step back, crossing his arms in from of himself. "Your choice. Either be a hermit, or put on a dress and do something. You're stuck here, might as well enjoy it a little." He leaned on the wall and donned his clown mask, then crossed his arms.
@OtomostheCrazy Mostly a filler post, though.
Lucien guided the horses to the tavern, having almost been garroted by one of the reins and a lamppost at least once on the ride over. Upon arrival, he dismounted and walked inside, not even bothering to tie the beasts up. They wouldn't be unattended for long at all. The cleric gave a hasty salute to Evelyn, signalling his return, and took a seat near a fire pit in the center of the room that smelled of hickory and alcohol. Hunching forward, he removed his crossbow from it's sheathe, and cursed under his breath. The string had gone slack and needed immediate replacement, and that meant finding a fletcher amid the chaotic frenzy the village was in.

Problem was, he had only a basic idea of what the town looked like, and that basic idea didn't include the location of said fletcher. For the first time in ages, he was going to have to ride without any form of ranged protection, and he was quite nervous about it.
Two new messages, the first being the one from Tar. In response, Sicari got up and made her way to the bar, as she hadn't ordered a drink to begin with. She noticed Ben on the way to the counter and detoured to him, checking the human with her shoulder to get his attention, then speaking, barely loud enough for him to hear over the bass from the amplifiers scattered throughout the club. "Left booth, Aria's Shadow." She was referring to the three enclosures that were directly under T'Loak's 'throne,' as far back as you could get in the club if you weren't on her payroll.

As she continued towards the bar, Sasesesa came into view. 'Too alert to be here at this hour, must be one of the others that got the message.' She came up next to the Asari and ordered a drink, a simple glass of Turian Brandy. "I know who you are. You'll find me in the back." With that, the busy Turian kept moving, holding her drink and using a single, free finger to reply to 'L.'

enough. too risky for messages. aria's shadow. -S. While she's normally a stickler for proper grammar, she wasn't about to continuously hit the Caps Lock button with only a stand-alone finger to do so. Sitting down once again, she set the glass down and tapped the side twice, her talon managing to produce a very serene sound when coming into contact with the object.

All that was left to do now was wait.
I'll get a post up in a little bit.
So, will we be using a posting order, or a limit to how soon you can post after your most recent one (like two people have to have posted after you before you can post again)?


I'm not really gonna limit it, just give someone a little time to post after you do.
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